A/N: I had to write something for 3x11. I have a lot of feelings, okay?
Nightmare
Mommy stood in the doorway with her arms folded. She looked cross and tired, and Henry found himself shrinking under the covers.
"You should have been asleep hours ago," said Mommy sternly.
"'T's undew m'bed," mumbled Henry.
Mommy sighed but her expression softened.
"There are no monsters here," she said impatiently.
"I sawed it, Mommy," he protested.
"Well, what did it look like?" asked Mommy dryly.
"Black and haiwy," said Henry with utmost confidence. "What if it gets hungwy and eats me?"
Mommy perched herself on the side of his bed and leaned over him. Henry immediately felt safer.
"It wouldn't dare," she said softly. "There's no monster in all the worlds scarier than I am."
Henry frowned and tilted his head. He lifted a small hand and tucked a dark lock of hair behind her ear.
"You're not scawy, Mommy."
Mommy smiled. Henry loved it when Mommy smiled. She looked prettier and less sad. Like a princess from a story.
"Don't worry about the curse," she said, planting a kiss on his cheek. "I'll protect you."
Henry blinked. Suddenly, the room seemed colder. Darker.
"What... what curse?"
Mom (but his Mom had blonde hair) gave him a sad smile.
Thick green smoke poured in through the window and Henry jerked away from it.
(His room didn't have a window. It was painted white. It didn't have dark blue stripes.)
"What's going on? whispered Henry.
But the dark haired woman was no longer by his side. She was between him and the smoke, as thought acting as a human shield. The smoke (the curse) was surrounding her.
"Mom!" he screamed.
Henry tried to reach for her but suddenly she seemed far away.
"Don't forget me."
"Mom!"
"Henry! Henry, I'm here!"
"Mom!"
"I'm here! Henry! Henry, Wake up!"
Henry bolted upright. His mom had shaken him awake, her eyes wide with concern.
He was in his room in their apartment. White walls.
"Easy kid," said his Mom softly. "Are you okay?"
Henry took a deep, shuddering breath and studied his Mom's face.
Blonde curls. Light eyes. Wrong.
He couldn't stop shaking.
"Bad dream," Henry managed to force out. "Sorry, I woke you up."
"You haven't had one of those in a while," said Emma (Mom, Mom, Mom...) softly. "Wanna talk about it?"
Henry swallowed back a surge of guilt and shook his head.
"No, Mom. I'm fine."