Chapter 3

David wasn't sure if he should chase after Emma and talk things through with her or go inside and talk to Mary Margaret. He opted for the closest option and made his way in to the apartment.

Still infused with unspent anger he slams the door shut behind him as he walks in which forces Mary Margaret to sit up in the bed where she had been attempting to take her nap.

She watches as he makes his way to stand in the living room and looks up to meet her eyes. She notices his eyes are glazed over and quietly whispers her question, "David, Is everything alright?"

"I don't know. You tell me." He says in a low grumble.

Mary Margaret gapes her mouth and starts to get out of the bed to stand beside it. "What happened?" She asks with worry making her way toward him but stops short as she sees the anger in his eyes.

"What did you tell Emma?!" He demands with wide eyes gesturing a hand in the air towards the door he just walked through.

"Oh, I just... I told her how you want to go back home." Mary Margaret says blinking, taken aback by his tone. "She didn't know and she was concerned..."

"Mary Margaret, what goes on between us should stay between us. She was yelling at me outside! I didn't even get a chance to tell her what I thought. I was completely blindsided. You had no right to tell her about this!"

"No... right?" She says through a grimace. "No right to share with our daughter our thoughts on going back to a land we once came from?" Mary Margaret proposes with a shake of her head.

"I'm just saying that this was something we were discussing... you and me. It had nothing to do with her. When the time came and the opportunity to leave arose we could have told her and Henry together. You had no right to make the decision to tell her on your own!"

"You mean the way you seem to have already decided on your own that you want to go back?" She shakes her head as she tries to finish her statement. "I know that you feel like we don't belong here but why are you so adamant about leaving with or without us? You'd leave me? You'd leave your daughter and grandson? Does family mean nothing to you in all of this?"

"Mary Margaret..." He sighs unable to finish his statement. He's tired of fighting already. "This isn't what I wanted..."

"And you think this is what I want? I don't want us to be a divided family but the way you're carrying on lately... it seems like you don't care about anyone else but yourself right now. It's not just you that you need to consider here. What we choose to do now affects them as well."

"I'm not just thinking of me here. I..." He tries to say in defense but is cut off.

"All you think about these days... all of your focus is on those stupid beans you have the dwarves tending to. You barely speak to me and when you do you only talk about going back and when you say that this isn't what you wanted..." The tears start to spring forth from her eyes, "You might as well be talking about me."

"That's not how I meant it to come out. You're putting words in my mouth." He stops speaking to compose himself afraid he'll regret speaking out in anger. He takes a deep breath before he adds, "We don't have much of a reason to stick around here anymore Mary Margaret."

Suddenly she's angry and the pain comes out in the form of shouting. "Love should be enough of a reason for you to stay David! The love of your family. The love of you wife. My love. Is that not reason even enough for you anymore?" She stays silent for a moment before she continues. "Do you even love me anymore?" She asks squinting trying not to let tears blur her vision.

He turns away giving her his back as he walks towards the wall of the apartment pausing to stare at it for a few minutes. Finally he turns back around to meet her eyes in all her brokenness. "How can you even think that?" He finally asks.

"What else am I supposed to think David? You haven't even bothered to ask me... to really ask me if I want to go back to that world or not."

"Well do you?" He offers pointedly.

"That's beside the point now." She says with a smug frown suggesting it's too late to be asking this question.

"Well what the hell do you want then?!" He says raising his voice. "... because quite frankly I'm fed up trying to figure that out for myself."

"Are you now? Fed up?" She asks with eyebrows raised. "You know what? Just get out." She says raising a hand pointing to the door. "I don't even know who you are right now and I don't feel like talking to a complete stranger about what I want or need in this or any other world." When he stands there staring at her dumfounded she stresses her words, "Get... Out."

He squares his jaw before trudging out the door slamming it shut on his way out causing Mary Margaret to flinch. She stands in the middle of the apartment for a long time until she finally falls to her knees and cries to herself.