A/N: I think I've become quite addicted to writing Once Upon a Time fan-fiction. Especially the dynamics between Henry, Mary Margaret, Emma and David.

Connecting

By: DivineMist

Ever since he was young, Henry knew something wasn't quite right with the 'picture perfect' town of Storybrooke. For some reason, he felt that he was unconnected from everyone else. It was like there was a giant storm cloud encasing the town, with no way to lift it.

He often felt sad and lonely, his mother, the Mayor, always too busy to really pay attention to him. In the beginning she was loving a caring towards him, but after she told him he was adopted, he supposed that was the moment when she became cold and distant.

Of course, the fact that she wasn't his real mother didn't make him feel all lovey-dovey towards her either. It was like a part of him had been ripped away, that a part of his childhood was gone and he was alone. The only other person in town he really had a connection with was his grade school teacher, Miss Blanchard.

When she had given him the book of fairy-tales, he had used them as an escape. Avoiding the real world and plunging into the stories of princes, princesses, kings and queens. Imagining that his world was fairytale, that the people in the book were actual people in reality.

It was a way that he could actually belong. For some reason, the kids at school never talked to him or tried to be his friend. A few of them said hi and were nice, but none were true friends.

So when he discovered his real birth mother, that she was the one to break the curse on Storybrooke, to set everyone free, he couldn't let the chance go by to try and find her. He had to find her, one of the only people who he might be able to form a connection to.

Thoughts of rejection and queries to why she would have given him up in the first place, surfaced while he ran away from home and boarded a train to Boston. But, she must have had a legitimate reason to abandon him. He kept that thought repeating in his mind as he held the book tight to his chest, as the train scrambled closer to its destination.

The hardest part of this journey, would be when he had to see her for the first time. He wondered what she looked like, if he had more resemblance to her or his father. He wondered what she did for a job, if she had gotten remarried or had anymore kids.

Knocking on her apartment door was the most nerve wrenching thing he had ever done. Considering he was only a nine year old kid and going to meet his mother for the first time, it was like he was one of the people from his book, a prince facing his destiny. In a way, he was, Emma was the daughter of Snow White and he was Emma's son, so he would be a prince. Maybe. If she could break the curse and defeat his adopted mother, the Evil Queen.

Smiling, he reached up a hand and knocked three times on the door. Just for luck.

Seconds later, he heard footsteps and the door was thrown open.

A woman with blonde hair and wearing a red dress was standing in the doorway with a confused look on her features.

He grinned. Knowing this was going to be a beautiful friendship. He would no longer be alone.

A/N: Another short one shot, I couldn't resist writing once this came to mind. Please leave a comment :)