Sorry, this took so long. Here is the final part of the prologue.
A loud explosion brought Snow back to consciousness. The first thing she noticed was the pain shooting through her stomach. The second was the dampness in her skirts. She was still sitting inside something and it was dark and damp. As her eyes adjusted, Snow began to discern that the thing she was in was a tree trunk and in front of her was a large hole blasted through the side. Large enough for her to crawl out of. Snow clambered out doing her best to ignore the contractions searing through her mid-section.
She was in a forest. Trees were all around her, their tops high almost completely blocking the sky which was sporadically dotted by stars. On the ground was a trail of debris from the hole in the tree trunk. Cradling her stomach, Snow began walking through the trees.
A beam of light from her left momentarily swiped across her then disappeared.
"Hello?" She called, heading towards where the light had come from.
The break in the trees and the blinding light came out of nowhere. Snow halted, cringing against the light, and waved furiously. The lights waved to the side of the clearing. With her vision back in tact, Snow could see that there were two beams coming from one large metal carriage. Doors opened and a man and woman rushed to her. The woman's hair was cut short, to her shoulders and frizzed out around her face. The man wore big round glasses that made his eyes look abnormally large. Snow was confused by their bright clothes and the seemingly strange material of the mans pants, known in this world, as denim.
"Are you ok?" The woman asked, wrapping an arm around Snow.
"She's coming!" Snow managed to get out.
"We need to get her to a hospital," the woman told the man. Snow furrowed her brow trying to make out what it was she was being escorted to.
The carriage looked in no way safe, "Where are the horses? No, what is this?" She said, panicking.
"It's ok. It's just a car. It's fine. Deep breaths," the woman assured Snow, taking her hand in her own. "It's going to be ok."
Snow let the woman guide her into the back of the strange carriage.
They drove up to a large building and helped her clamber from the car to the glass doors. The woman ran forward to pull the door open for the man to help Snow inside. The inside of the building was a scarily, sterile white. People sitting in stiff, uncomfortable fake chairs looked over at her briefly before turning back to the thin books in their laps, or to their conversations. They were also wearing the strange material and their hair was large and occasionally streaked with different colours and heavy metallic jewellery hung from ears and around necks.
"We need a doctor. She's in labour," Snow heard and then she was being ushered into a chair on wheels and placed on a bed with a few people around her, questions were being thrown around too fast for her to catch through the pain and confusion.
The moment Emma's tiny vulnerable cry broke and her fragile body was placed in Snow's arms, everything stopped. The infant in her arms with big eyes, a dusting of fair hair, and pink skin was her daughter. She was the single most beautiful thing she had ever seen.
"Oh, Emma" Snow gasped clasping the infant close.
The infant reached up a hand towards her mothers face. Snow placed a kiss on her forehead, and Emma took the opportunity to run her open palm across Snow's chin.
The morning after Emma was born, Snow was woken by Emma's cry. She eased to the side of her bed, where Emma's cot was and lifted her out. She cradled the infant close and Emma's cries ran flat. Instead wonder filled her eyes as she stared up at Snow.
A knock on the door pulled Snow's attention away. "Good morning. I'm Doctor Andrews." A doctor, probably only a few years older than Snow came into the room. A folder opened on her arm. "I just have a bit of paperwork for you to sort out" The doctor walked around to the end of the bed and picked up the chart at the end.
"Paperwork?" Snow asked confused, taking the pen and bundle of papers being held out to her.
"Yes. Also, we will need to get your name for your file. When you came in you weren't in the best shape. According to a nurse you said your name was Snow White," Andrews laughed. "Like from the fairytale".
Snow laughed uncomfortably, her mind whirling as she tried to think of a name. "I'm Mary Margaret" She said using the alias she had once used with Red. "Mary Margaret Blanchard".