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AN: Thanks for the great response on this story!

This is not an actual crossover. Basically, it's the movie with Once characters and Once twists. No knowledge of the Island is needed to read. This is Snowing with appearances by most Once characters, including Rumple, Regina, Robin, Hook, Lancelot, Leroy, King George, Granny, Red, baby Emma, and more! So enjoy and please consider leaving a review! Here are some individual responses to reviews from the last chapter:

Guest 1: Your question was if Snow is selected how will her relationship with Charming develop? That is all answered in this chapter!

Guest 2: Sigh, really? Of course Snow and Charming are always equal. It was pretty clear in the scene that when they were dueling that Charming gets a bit distracted. I've never not written Snowing as equals and you accusing me of it is stupid. Step off troll.

Guest 3: Yeah, the original movie is creepy, but I promise a Once twist with a hopeful upturn on this story. Glad you liked it, despite the creepiness of the cloning parts.

Emma: Thank you! Glad you liked it so much! Enjoy chapter 2!

Austenphile: Thanks, glad you liked it! I can tell you that they are clones. But I promise a Once twist and an overall hopeful tone to the story.

Sexystarwarslover: Thanks! Glad you love it! It's going to be a fun story to do. I have some surprises in this chapter! :)

The Enchanted Island

Chapter 2: Escape From Misthaven

Snow hid behind the tree in the gardens, as two Black Knights patrolled. She felt strong hands on her waist and she looked back at him with a smile. When they were out of sight, she took his hand and they hurried down the residential corridor.

"Hurry," she urged, as she sneaked him into her room. Once the door slid closed, their lips crashed together and hands were everywhere.

"Charming…" she cried passionately, as he kissed his way down her neck. Sneaking around like this was risky at best, but she knew she'd risk anything for him. And he for her too, because they were hopelessly and irrevocably in love.

"Snow…" he breathed passionately, as clothes were pulled away with abandon and they found themselves in bed once again, moving together. It was another night of incredible passion and endless lovemaking. Neither could know that in the morning it would all come crashing down upon them.

That morning, they didn't even make it halfway to the dining hall, before Black Knights swarmed them. They fought fruitlessly, as they were pulled apart, while their King looked on smugly.

"Charming!" Snow cried, as she was ripped away.

"Snow...I'll find you Snow...I will always find you!" he cried, as he was then hit on the back of the head. Snow cried out, as her beloved fell unconscious and was dragged away. She herself was dragged into a stark white room and strapped down to a exam table. She sobbed and struggled fruitlessly, as the masked doctor prepared a syringe.

"You're a monster!" Snow screamed, as King George stared down at her smugly.

"You're positive about the test?" he asked the doctor.

"Yes...we have confirmed the pregnancy with a blood test," the doctor answered. Snow's eyes widened. Pregnant...she was pregnant. She was going to have their baby.

"Where is Charming?" she demanded to know

"Don't worry, my dear. In a few moments, you won't remember ever knowing him," George goaded, as she was injected with the syringe and everything went black...

New York City

Mary Margaret Blanchard had lived a very good life so far in her relatively young years. She was the darling socialite daughter of Leopold Blanchard, wealthy wall street tycoon, often referred to as the King of Wall Street. But Mary had made a name for herself outside her family name.

She was an Olympic champion archer, four time Gold medalist, and two time silver medalist. She had been on target for another Olympics, but her health issues had put that on hold.

Her highly publicized and passionate romance with billionaire playboy philanthropist James Nolan had been rocky since her leukemia diagnosis. Mary knew she was on borrowed time and that's when her nanny urged her to contact the Misthaven research facility. It was expensive, but the facility had success with growing new, healthy organs for its clientele.

She knew James still loved her, but he was struggling with her terminal illness and instead of being there for her, he was pushing her away. Many thought it made him seem like a heartless monster; that Mary had only been important to him for one reason. But she knew different. It hurt her that James had left, but she knew he couldn't deal with the possibility of losing another person he loved. Both his parents had died of diseases beyond his control. He lost his father to alcoholism and his mother to cancer as well. So possibly losing Mary the same way was devastating.

James, unlike Mary, had grown up poor so when he made his fortune, he sort of became obsessed with the idea of money.

Before she got sick, they discussed having a child. Mary wanted to be mother very badly, but James was on the fence. He was glad that if he did have a child, he or she would never want for anything like he did. But he was still immature and loved his freedom so Mary had dropped the subject. Only Johanna, her former nanny and now caregiver knew of Mary's desire to have a child.

That's when Johanna convinced her that the Misthaven research facility could help her have the child she so desperately wanted. They were growing new organs for her so why not a child too? Mary agreed and had her eggs harvested and since she wasn't well enough to carry a baby, George Spencer ensured her himself that they had found a worthy surrogate.

What Johanna didn't tell her though was that she knew the truth. That Mary's healthy organs were actually walking around in a clone of her. That Mary's eggs and James' sperm had failed to create what she wanted. But Snow White's eggs and Charming's sperm had been successful in giving life.

Snow White, though she had no memory of this, carried the baby and was sequestered in mostly solitude for those months during her pregnancy, with her memories of Charming erased. She carried a healthy baby and delivered it, before having her memory wiped again. Then she was introduced into the general population with the other clones where she would live until the time came that her organs were needed.

Johanna knew it was savage and her guilt ate at her on a daily basis for knowing and participating in the truth. But she loved Mary like her own daughter and refused to lose her. To her, sacrificing this clone one day to keep her Mary was worth it.

Mary was brought pure joy by her little Emma. She knew James cared for them both and saw Emma every now and then. She was sad that he wasn't interested in settling down, but she wasn't sure someone like James ever could. He had consented to fathering her, after all. And Mary knew him well enough to know that was a gesture of love on his part.

For the first few months of Emma's life, it seemed that she might beat the cancer. But things did not go well for long. First, there was her father's passing, which had been very difficult, but life had not finished throwing things at her. Her cancer returned full force and she got very sick. Only several organ transplants would save her now and she'd never live long enough on a donor list. She was glad she had listened to Johanna and paid the hefty price tag at the Misthaven research facility, for her healthy organs awaited her, grown from her own DNA, or so she was told. If this worked, she could live to see her baby grow.

"It's time to make the call to Mr. Spencer," Johanna, her nanny and assistant said. She nodded. She was at death's door now. This operation was her only chance. She stroked her one-year-old's blonde hair, as she held her and picked up the phone.

Misthaven

Charming awoke the next morning, but things weren't exactly the same as usual. He had been having a very vivid, extremely pleasant dream. Sure, he had dreamt before. But the images were always blurry and a jumble of images that didn't make sense. But sometimes, he dreamt of Snow and last night had been no exception. Except it had been different this time too. It was very vivid and something told him not at all innocent.

He dreamt about holding her and pressing his lips to hers again.

Then the dream had turned much less innocent and they were in bed together, completely unclothed...but it had been so wonderful.

Rumple said he would know if it was love, because he would feel it. And he felt it. He loved Snow. His heart flipped in his chest when she looked at him. The thought of her hurt or in danger made his heart feel like it was being ripped from his chest and made him want to fight for her and protect her.

Dreaming of Snow came with physical reactions from his body and this morning was no different. It had alarmed him the first time it had happened, but he had learned quickly that cold water in the shower took care of the problem.

He couldn't stop thinking about his dreams though and it was not helping his condition this morning. When he finally managed to compose himself, he dressed for the day and his weekly health scan was performed on him, before he went for morning meal.

Everyone had weekly physicals. They were told it was make sure none of them had come in contact with any contamination. It seemed odd to Charming.

He was disappointed that Snow had already eaten and left for the day by the time he got there.

After breakfast, he decided to sneak off to see his friend that worked as a janitor in the subterranean levels. Leroy was different from the others. He wasn't a black Knight, but he also wasn't like him and the others. Leroy told him things, like Rumple did, but yet Charming felt there was a lot he was holding back.

Robin had let him take the creature in the tiny box with him, for he found no interest in it. But Charming was fascinated and full of questions. He snuck down to the level below through an open floor hatch he kept hidden and found the man mopping the floor. Charming snuck into the corridor and crouched in the corner.

"Psst…" he whispered to get the other man's attention. Leroy saw him and looked instantly frustrated.

"Listen handsome...how many times have I told you that you can't keep sneaking down here!" Leroy hissed.

"I know...but I found this the other day in one of the vents. Do you know what it is?" Charming asked, as he opened the tiny box. Leroy sighed.

"It's just a moth," he replied.

"A moth…" Charming repeated and Leroy nodded.

"An insect," he clarified.

"But where did it come from?" Charming wondered.

"Look Charming...you need to forget about the moth and go back upstairs. You don't belong down here," Leroy growled.

"But why? I don't understand," Charming protested. Leroy sighed.

"Look...you and I are different," Leroy tried to explain.

"I know...but you won't tell me why…" Charming complained.

"It's complicated and if they find you down here, bad things will happen," he warned. At that moment, they heard some guards and saw them in the a hall a ways down.

"Go." Leroy urged. Charming sighed and slipped back up into the vent shaft. But he waited until Leroy wasn't looking and hopped back down, before proceeding to secretly explore the stark white corridors.

He wove his way through the labyrinth of identical halls, fascinated by everything. He passed another door and paused this time, as he recognized the man inside. It was Gus and that perplexed him. Gus was supposed to have left for the Enchanted Island last night. He watched with fascination, as the doctor picked up a scalpel and started cutting Gus' chest open. Suddenly, the man's eyes opened and he screamed. Charming jumped back and hid in the corner. Gus thrashed wildly and pulled at the cords, ripping his IV and burst through the doors. Chaos erupted in the hallway, forcing Charming to hide to avoid detection.

"No...please!" he cried, as he ran down the hall. But Charming watched in horror, as the Black Knights used their plasma sticks and shocked him. He fell to the floor, disoriented, as they dragged him back into the room, leaving a trail of blood. And if that didn't frighten him enough, he looked in the next room.

He recognized the woman inside. Her name was Milah and she had been with child. Then she won the lottery and they said it was time for her to go the Enchanted Island to have her baby. It was becoming clearer by the moment that everything they knew was wrong.

He watched in fascination as the doctors held a wriggling baby. He'd never seen a baby before and he was stunned. Milah looked really happy too and reached for the baby. But they didn't give her the baby. Instead, they started strapping her arms and legs down to the table. One of the doctors used a syringe and injected it into a tube that was attached to her.

Nothing could prepare him for what happened next. She began to convulse violently until her heart rate on the monitor flatlined. He looked on, horrified, as her eyes became frozen open in death. She was dead.

When his heart stopped hammering in his chest, he peered back into the other operating room where they had taken Gus. He watched with wide eyes, as Gus' organs were removed and packed away. A chill rippled down Charming's spine, as the other man's eyes too were frozen open in death, like Milah's and the heart rate monitor showed a flat line. Realization hit him like a ton of bricks. There was no Enchanted Island.

Unseen to him, the baby was taken out the other door and into a waiting room where a woman that looked exactly like Milah accepted the baby into her arms. She looked at her husband and they smiled together, blissfully unaware of exactly how the child came to exist for them.

Charming stumbled backward and ran quickly, finding his vent and climbing back to the the level he lived on.

Every instinct inside him urged him to find an escape. But he held back...not without Snow. He couldn't leave Snow. It was meal time again already and he hurried to the mess hall, his blue eyes frantically searching for her. Their eyes met across the room and she smiled shyly at him. He started to close the distance between them, but the room became bathed in a golden light and the viewing screens lit up.

"Good evening, my loyal subjects. Tonight, we are having a special lottery drawing," he announced. Everyone around him got excited, but he knew the truth. Winning the lottery meant death. He glared at their ruler. This man, their King, was evil and he knew he was responsible for it all.

The names spun on the screen, seemingly randomly, until it finally stopped. He felt his heart sink into his stomach.

"The winner is Snow White!" he announced. Everyone started congratulating her and the guards quickly took her away, as she spared him a last glance.

No...he had to save her. No matter what it took, he couldn't lose Snow.

Without another thought, he hurried back to his secret passage and back into the catacombs of the compound.

"Sir...I have the diagnostics you asked for," Jacqueline said, handing him the file.

"On Charming, I presume," he replied. She gave a curt nod.

"I'm afraid his cognitive activity during rem sleep is increasing," she reported.

"Dreams?" he asked.

"Yes sir...rather vivid dreams. We believe they are memories," she said.

"How is that possible? His mind wipe was complete," he demanded to know.

"We're not sure, Sir. Cognitively he should have no memories of his time with...her," she replied. If he didn't know better, it would have seemed like magic.

"Schedule Charming for a cognitive reprogramming," George ordered. She nodded.

"Is there anyone else this is occurring with?" he asked.

"We're noticing it with Snow White too, sir. But that problem will soon be handled," she replied. He smirked.

"Yes it will," he stated.

Charming tore down the hallways in a run, hallways he knew were restricted to him. But none of that mattered. Finding her was all that he could think about.

He peered into a room and saw her waiting in a chair for them to come get her...to kill her, for what purpose, he didn't know. But she wouldn't know of their intentions until it was too late. He burst in and she looked startled for a moment, but then smiled.

"Snow…" he uttered, like a caress. She smiled. She had always liked the way her name sounded on his lips.

"Charming…" she breathed, as he knelt beside her.

"Snow...we have to get out of here," he urged. She looked confused.

"What are you talking about?" she asked.

"We have to escape...our lives, especially yours depend on it," he stressed.

"Charming...I'm going to the Enchanted Island," she replied. He shook his head with vehemence.

"There is no Enchanted Island!" he exclaimed and then took a deep breath, as she still seemed confused.

"You remember Gus and Milah?" he asked. Snow nodded. Gus of course won the lottery the night before and Milah a while ago. She remembered her very well. Milah was pregnant and Snow had envied her. A baby...such a wonderful gift. Granny had listened to her many questions about babies and gifted her with a book with the promise not to tell anyone. She read it...how babies were made and blushed the entire time. But then she dreamed of doing the things in the book, not with just any man, but with Charming. Always Charming...and as he took her hands, her heart fluttered again.

"I remember. He went last night. She went to the Enchanted Island to have her baby a few days ago," Snow said.

"No Snow...I saw her. She had her baby...and then they took it from her and killed her. And Gus...they cut him open and took his insides. He's dead. They're both dead," he said. She took a sharp breath. He didn't like scaring her, but he had to drive the urgency of the situation.

"Please believe me...I can't let them kill you. I...I have to get you...us out of here," he stammered.

"But how? We'll die outside the compound," she said sadly.

"I don't think so...there's creatures, little insects that fly into the vents. I've seen them...they come from outside, Snow and they're alive!" he said.

"Alive?" she asked. He nodded.

"I don't know how or why. Just trust me...please. Do you trust me?" he asked with bated breath.

"With my life," she realized.

"Then come with me," he pleaded.

"Okay," she agreed. He grinned.

"Okay," he repeated.

"Can you get us out?" she asked.

"I think so...follow me," he replied.

"They'll try to stop us," she warned. He nodded.

"They will. They'll probably chase us too. We'll be on the run," he warned.

"Like an adventure," she mused.

"A scary, dangerous adventure," he warned again. But somehow, that just made her want it more.

"But we'll be together," she realized. She wanted that. She wanted to be with him all the time. He smiled and led her to the door by the hand.

"Together," he agreed, as they slipped into the corridor.

Merely a few seconds later, an orderly came into to collect Snow and immediately shouted to the Black Knights.

"HEY!" one called, as he spotted them at the end of the corridor. Charming pulled her along into a run, as he dived for the vent he had used to sneak onto this floor. He quickly ushered her down into the vent, before following.

Red alert lights bathed the facility in a glow as all Knights were alerted to an escape situation. Charming crawled through the vent and led her down to the maintenance level. He kicked out a vent cover and flew out of the shaft, kicking the waiting guard in the face. Reaching up, he pulled Snow out and took her hand, as he ran to the vent where he had seen the moth. He pried the cover off and lifted her into the air shaft. She reached down and pulled him up, as the guards pursued them and bullets narrowly missed them.

"They're trying to kill us," she feared.

"Yep," he agreed, as he led them through the labyrinth of are ducts and out into the outer shell of the bunker where a series of metal spires and catwalks awaited them. He took her hand and carefully began the trek across.

"STOP THEM!" they heard a shout. It was George himself, their supposed King. Bullets ricocheted off the metal spokes around them and Charming dodged, pulling her behind a thick, steel spire. She yelped, as a barrage of bullets clinked against the metal. Charming pressed her tightly to his body, as they waited for it to stop. For several meaningful seconds, they gazed at each other, captivated by what seemed like magic between them. His arms around her felt so perfect to her. Holding her was the only thing that felt right to him. Perhaps he was greedy, but he wanted more. He remembered his dream from the previous night. Them together, tangled beneath the sheets...and them together with a child. He wanted that and with determination to give her that life, he ducked out from hiding and pulled her along the final expanse of the precipice. Charming burst through the final outermost hatch of the subterranean prison. He helped her through and the wide expanse of the vast forest met their vision. They breathed the clean air.

"There's no contamination," Snow realized.

"I don't think there ever was," Charming agreed.

"Where do we go?" Snow asked, as he led her down a steep, grassy knoll.

"I made friends with one of the custodians," he said, as he showed her the matchbox.

"The Rabbit Hole?" she read the words.

"I think it's a place. Maybe he's there. It's a start anyway," he said.

"Do you think he'll help us?" she asked.

"I don't know. I...I hope so," he replied, as they continued walking, hands clasped through the forest, until they finally reached the road. Something very fast with a person riding it sped by them and they looked on in wonder.

"What was that?" Snow asked.

"I don't know, but I'm pretty sure I want one," Charming replied, as they continued traveling along the road. The sun was quickly setting and they knew when they came upon a sort of ruined structure clearing, they decided it was a good place to sleep for the night. She shivered, as the night air began to cool and she felt drawn to his warmth.

"It's getting cold," she mentioned, as they huddled against one of the trees.

"I can keep you warm…" he replied. She smiled and snuggled against him and he was positive that nothing had ever felt so right as her in his arms.

"We should sleep," he said.

"Mmmhmm…" she hummed, as she pressed her lips to his. It was almost sensory overload, but he was spurred on to kiss her back with an eagerness and passion he had never know. Her taste, her scent, her touch, her body pressed against his...he had never wanted anything so badly. Their lips finally parted, leaving them both breathless. She smiled at him and cuddled close, resting against his chest, as they fell asleep in each other's arms.

Two black SUV's pulled up to the Misthaven research facility. Several men got out of the vehicles and a large African American man took point, as he met the owner, George Albert Spencer, who was waiting for him.

He was a mercenary by trade, disgraced from his native military for disobeying his General and former best friend, Arthur King.

Lance Knight had read about this facility. It was said that happy endings were created inside this complex, at least, for those that could afford it. The official story was that they grew healthy organs for their clients, so when he got the call that said organs had grown legs and escaped, he was a bit astonished.

Cloning was an ethics conundrum. Cutting up clones to harvest the organs for their counterparts was cold blooded murder. But Lance was a mercenary. He was hired to hunt down these clones and return them alive. If it got out that Spencer was creating clones for sacrifice, he'd not only be ruined, but he'd go to prison for life.

"Thank you for coming so quickly," George greeted with a handshake.

"I understand there is some urgency," Lance stated.

"Then you've been briefed on the situation?" George asked.

"That you're secretly cloning people here at this facility and have two escapees that could ruin you?" he asked. George's jaw tightened.

"Yes, I understand. My men and I will start tracking them at dawn. There will be no finding anything in the darkness of the forests of Maine though," Lance stated.

"Fine, but you must not wait any longer than that," George stressed.

"I will do my job. You do yours," Lance replied shortly.