So, a simple take on how Season 7 should have gone. I am going to update others, I promise. But I am busy with exams and practicals and what not! So, enjoy and sorry for late updates!

Pairings: CaptainSwan, Snowing, OutlawQueen, Henry/Jacinda and other undecided.

I don't really have this thing planned out. SO I am open to idea and plot points. Everyone from Season 7 will stay and also from otehr seasons. Might not necessarily follow season 7. Canon up to season 6. So, I am open to all kinds of ideas!

It was a simple picture of a woman. A woman wearing a red jacket. Her golden hair was running wild, her face showing worry, determination and fear all at once. A weird kind of white light was surrounding her.

Detective Rogers had no idea why this simple picture of the woman had managed to capture his attention. Actually, come to think of it, it wasn't the only picture. Every single picture in the book felt somehow-connecting. He was sure he had seen every other face in the book. Or at least, it looked familiar.

He had no idea why.

Closing the book in frustration, Rogers threw the book in his car and sighed. He really needed to get himself together. Enough of all the distraction. Weaver had just made him partner and he needed to show him that he could be a good officer. He would worry about all of this later.

Emma Swan was...happy. Yes, she was happy. She had a son, James Jr., who meant the world to her. She had her Dad, James Sr., who was there for her. She had a nice job as a bail bonds person in Boston. It was a perfect life.

Yet, she did not know why she felt so empty and incomplete. As she parked her yellow bug in the garage, she could hear loud music coming from the kitchen. Great, James and James were up to something again.

Se quietly entered from the back door to see her son and dad, both in an apron, dancing around with spatulas. God forbid, had a burglar entered, they would have been disarmed.

Her dad looked as old as her, with almost blond hair. Her son, however, was a black head. Emma never really felt her decision to keep the kid was a fault. It was her child, her son and she would do anything to keep him safe.

Emma walked over to the tape and clicked the off button, earning groans from both James.

"You're home early." He dad said as James Jr. groaned.

"I caught the guy earlier," Emma said with a smile. She could never get angry at her boys. "What do you have for dinner?"

"Um..."

As Emma peeped over their shoulder, she could see some plates with Mac and cheese, half finished.

"How about we order in?"

Mary Margaret was an amnesiac patient in the hospital of Hyperion Heights. She just remembered her name, noting else. Her life was pretty boring, except one of the visitors that never failed to visit her at least once a week.

"Hello there Mommy!"

Mary Margaret looked up from the book she was reading with a smile. "Ah, David!"

David Rogers smiled as he hugged the older woman. Breaking apart, he put down snowdrops in the vase and sat down on the stool with a smile.

"How are you?" Mary Margaret asked, "You haven't visited in so long!"

"Aye, work and all." He said. "I just got promoted to a Detective."

Mary Margaret gasped, before pulling Rogers in another hug. "That's great news! So, when am I getting a treat?"

Rogers laughed, shaking his head. "Whenever they get you out of here."

Her shoulders slumped, her eyes drooping. "They didn't find anyone," Mary Margaret said sadly, "It's like I didn't exist before the accident."

"Don't lose hope, Mommy," Rogers said in a playful tone, earning a small smile from Mary Margaret. "If they don't find anyone, then I am here to take you home. Just rest and get better."

Mary Margaret shook her head and smiled. "Of course, Hook."

Rogers laughed, shaking his fake hand. This was one visit that brought happiness in his life. He would never miss it in his life.

In a bar in New York, once again, like any other day, a young girl had fallen unconscious due to the amount of drinks she had had. And once again, her elder brother was helping her up because she couldn't even walk.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop drinking?" Roland said, bitter and angry. This was his life now, always bitter and angry. "Robin, you're an adult now. Take care of yourself!"

The young redhead muttered something gibberish before losing consciousness again. The brown-headed boy sighed. He wasn't too much older. He was pulling three shifts, with his job as a sweeper, a waiter and a repair boy. And then there was his sister who refused to grow up.

It wasn't like his family was of any help. His step-mother was almost always grumbling and their Dad was bedridden, in a coma.

As he pulled open the door to the small flat they had been living in for past so many years, he could not help but feel angry. Why didn't their life improve?

As soon as he opened the door, Selena rushed over to Roland and took Robin over.

"Thank you." She muttered, rather rudely as if she was doing a work of appreciation. "Can you please take care of Robb?"

Roland didn't mutter or said a single word. He knew the drill. Walking over to the one bedroom they had, Roland sat beside his father, checking the vitals. They didn't really look that similar, but Roland dreamt of days when he would get a nice life with them.

Alas, his dreams would always remain just that-dreams.

As Weaver made his way in his home, he could the theme music of Beauty and the Beats playing in the background. Ah, Lacey was up again.

"I swear I tried..." Gideon, the nurse, was saying. Weaver waved him off. It wasn't any use. If his wife was up, it meant she wanted to enjoy.

He peeped into the bedroom to see Lacey dancing by herself, humming and folding clothes. As Weaver opened the door, he saw his wife turn around in surprise.

"Ah, Rumple!"

Weaver forced himself to smile. Is wife's illusions were getting weirder every day. Why, she had been asking about some dagger a few days back.

"You're back. Did you bring me books?"

"Yes, Dear. I did." He said, before pulling out some books. Lacey took them happily and forgetting all her work, sat down in her place, engrossed in the work.

"Detective Weaver, I..."

Weaver cut off Gideon with a wave of a hand. "Please. I am not in a mood of understanding. Excuse yourself for tonight."

Gideon nodded dejectedly before hurrying of to his room. Weaver sighed. This wasn't a life he had wanted for his family.

So, how does this look? Also, season 7 as the last season? I am sad!

What do you think has happened? Who cats the curse? Please review!