Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time.

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:

Number Ten: What's going to happen to Mary Margaret? Well...I can't reveal that yet. But I'm really glad you like the story! Enjoy this chapter!

Emma: Thank you! I'm glad you like it!

sexystarwarslover: Yep, Lancelot plays the part of the mercenary here. I thought it was perfect since he was working for George too in the canon and ended up turning against him to help Snow and Charming. Yep, Snow and Charming have been together before and Emma is really theirs. Glad you like Leroy's role too. He appears again in this chapter. And yep, I had to keep that line where the motorcycle goes by. :)

Austenphile: Yep, that's one of my Once twists to the move. Snow and Charming are Emma's biological parents, but they don't remember. James made the perfect choice to be Charming's counterpart and yes Mary Margaret works better here for Snow. I'm glad you're enjoying it so much. And yes, I will be finishing this one, even though I started Dreaming Out Loud. I don't have chapter 4 finished yet. But I have quite a few chapters for Dreaming Out Loud finished already so I should be able to get chapter 4 of this one out, hopefully in a couple weeks. A month at most, depending on how much time I get to write. :)

Sara K M: Thanks! Glad you enjoyed it so far. Sorry you can't follow Finding You Always. It is a very large story and very plot heavy. I felt that Mary Margaret was perfect for Snow's counterpart, even if it's sad because she's nice. I did James for David, because Charming's counterpart is a selfish jerk and David will always be synonymous with Charming for me. ;) As for Lance, yep, I am definitely paralleling him in this to how he initially worked for George in the series and quickly joined Snow and Charming. As for where the facility is, I didn't give a lot of thought to the geography, but this chapter will give you an idea of what it is close to. :)

The Enchanted Island

Chapter 3: Echoes of Yesterday

Snow was dreaming again. It was a very good dream and one she'd been having recently. She was in bed with Charming again and she had never felt more safe and loved. She had never felt so much pleasure as to when they were one like this, with him moving inside her and kissing her all over.

Then the dream changed though to something new. This time, she was in a bed still, but it was different. Charming wasn't there and there were doctors all around. And pain...so much pain and she was pushing. It was agony, but then joy...pure joy, as a doctor cradled a wriggling baby girl. Snow was crying and reached for the baby. Her baby...Charming's baby, though how she knew that, she had no idea. But she just knew, for who else would she ever want to have a baby with?

But the doctor just stared wordlessly at her and did not give her the baby. She reached again, but then felt a prick in her arm, as a nurse injected her with something. And then everything went black...

As dawn encroached on the darkness, Charming opened his eyes and couldn't help but smile at the sight of Snow's head pillowed against his chest. But as much as he hated to wake her, they needed to keep moving. They would need to find food and water soon. He licked his dry lips and gently brushed his thumb over her cheek. She mewled in her sleep and he was sure it was the sweetest sound he'd ever heard. Her emerald eyes fluttered open and he became simply captivated, as she stared up at him with a sleepy face.

"Good morning," she murmured. He smiled.

"Good morning...I hate to wake you, but we should probably keep moving," he said. She sobered.

"No...you're right. We need to go," she agreed, as they got up and stretched. Snow smiled, as a few creatures scurried nearby. She recognized them from a book Granny once gave her and remembered they were called rabbits. She heard a chirping in the tree above them and looked up to see a pretty bluebird. She cocked her head to the side, as it seemed to chirp directly to her. If she didn't know better, she would swear it was telling her good morning.

They started out toward the road again, hand in hand. Snow thought about the dream she had and wondered if she should tell Charming about it. Because she was unsure now if was just a dream...or a memory.

Lance awoke at dawn and gathered his men. George watched from the tower, as several black SUV's moved out on the trail of the escapees. If they didn't find them and word got out, he would be ruined. Not to mention, he would probably go to prison.

No...the mercenary would find them. He had to. He got the feeling Lance didn't approve of his operation, but George was confident he would do his duty.

After almost an hour of walking, they came upon a sign.

"Welcome to Storybrooke," David read, as they continued on and soon realized they were in a town. There were a few people out and about and they seemed to stare at the couple, as they walked down the street and passed a clocktower. It was a very quaint place and Mary's thoughts drifted back to the baby in her dream. She wondered what it would be like to live in a quiet place like this with Charming and a baby.

They came to another structure on the far end of town. This one was a bit rundown. He was hoping they could find water here, for they both desperately needed it.

"Charming...the sign looks like the one on that box," Snow said.

"The Rabbit Hole...this is it," he said.

"Do you think your friend is here?" she asked.

"I don't know...I guess there's only one way to find out," he replied, as he gripped her hand and they walked inside.

Almost all eyes turned to them, as they walked in and it was probably the most unnerving thing he'd ever felt. He also felt something else...protectiveness, as he saw most of the men's eyes wander over Snow and he followed the urge he had, putting his arm around her waist. They approached the bar.

"And what can I do for you?" the man behind the bar asked with amusement. David wasn't sure why they all seemed on the verge of laughing. He supposed they stuck out a bit, as their clothing was very different, but he didn't see why that was funny.

"We've been walking for a while. We were hoping we could get some water?" he asked. He eyed them suspiciously again, before filling two glasses and setting them on the bar. They drank thirstily, downing the liquid in seconds.

"Thank you...we're also looking for someone. He comes here I think. His name is Leroy," Charming said. The bartender pointed and he looked, seeing Leroy in the corner with a woman. He hadn't noticed them yet, but they needed to talk.

"I'm going to talk to Leroy, I'll be right back," he promised, as he still noticed many men staring at her. He felt a spark of possessiveness and kissed her cheek. She smiled, as she watched him go across the bar. Her attention was pulled away by a presence she felt behind her and she crinkled her nose. This man, who was now very close to her, didn't smell pleasant at all.

"Hey doll face," he leered, as she took a step back from him.

"Hello," she said, trying to be polite. He made her feel uneasy though. He was staring at her, but not in the same way Charming stared at her. She liked it when Charming looked at her. It made her heart flip and her stomach flutter. But all this man's stare gave her was a sick feeling.

"My name's Keith. What do they call you...other than gorgeous?" he purred.

"I'm Snow White," she answered, as chuckles ensued. She frowned. Why was her name funny?

"Well...Snow White, how about I buy you a drink and then I can be your Prince Charming," he leered, as the other men around him laughed.

"You're not Charming...my Charming is over there," she replied, as she pointed to him. More laughs ensued and she frowned again.

"Well...we could always pretend," Keith leered, as he tried to put his arms around her.

"No," Snow said. Granny had made sure she knew that word after an incident where one of the newer Black Knights had tried to put his hands on her once.

She had never told Charming about that, for the man had been stopped by another Knight by the name of Graham. She hadn't seen the new Knight after that incident and Graham, one of the nicer Knights, had told her he got fired, whatever that meant.

Granny instructed her to use the word loudly if something like it ever happened again and fight if she had to. Keith didn't seem to hear the word and tried to touch her again.

"NO!" she shouted again and kneed him between his legs.

The brunette woman giggled at him.

"You are terrible, Leroy," Astrid giggled.

"Well, let's go home and I'll show you how terrible I can be," he leered, as he downed his drink.

"Leroy…" a voice said and the bearded man turned around. All the color drained from his face.

"What the hell…" he uttered.

"How the hell are you here?" he hissed.

"We escaped," Charming replied. Leroy's eyes widened.

"We?" he asked, as he saw Snow across the room.

"Holy fuck…" he cursed.

"Leroy...there's no Enchanted Island," Charming said.

"Of course there's not," Leroy spat.

"You knew?" Charming asked.

"Yeah, but it's not exactly something I can talk about," he growled.

"I saw Milah having her baby and then they killed her. And they killed Gus too," Charming explained. Leroy sighed.

"That's what they do, brother," Leroy stated.

"It's murder," Charming hissed.

"Yeah...well, when you got enough money, you can pretty much do anything," Leroy muttered.

"Snow got chosen for the lottery and I couldn't let them kill her. I...I love her," Charming explained.

"Oh holy hell...Astrid, go wait in the car," Leroy hissed. She did so, just as Snow kneed Keith between his legs and they rushed over.

"Bitch!" he spat. Charming glared at him and shoved him away from her, now standing protectively in front of her. Leroy tossed some cash on the bar.

"These two ain't worth it, Keith, trust me. Let's go," he growled to them. Charming kept glaring, but took her hand and followed Leroy out the back way.

"Get in," he snapped, as they climbed into the back seat of the vehicle.

"I'm so getting fired for this," Leroy grumbled, as he peeled off down the road and they arrived soon at a trailer home.

"Baby...run to the store and grab some bottled water and food. They're gonna need it being on the run," he said.

"You've got such a big heart for a grumpy guy," she gushed, as she drove off to do what he asked.

"Inside," he grumbled, as Snow and Charming followed him.

"You two stick out like a couple of sour thumbs in those jumpsuits," Leroy said, as he started digging through the closet.

"You're way taller than me and my stuff won't fit you, but my buddy Will is always leaving his crap here," Leroy said, as he dug out a pair of his jeans and a flannel shirt.

"Put these on," he said shortly. Charming pulled his top off and Snow felt her cheeks burn, as she stared at his bare torso.

"Now for you, sister," Leroy grumbled, as he started digging through Astrid's side of the closet.

By the time Charming had put the jeans on and buttoned up the flannel shirt, Leroy was chuckling, as he held up several of Astrid's outfits to Snow, like a nurse outfit and a couple of lacey ensembles.

"Leroy!" Astrid scolded, as she returned.

"Boys out," she snapped, as she handled him the grocery bag.

"Ah, I was just having some fun, baby," Leroy complained, as he started packing the supplies in a backpack for them.

Astrid rolled her eyes and pulled out a couple things.

"Okay sweetie...these should fit," she said, tossing the jeans to her. Snow undressed and put the jeans and white t-shirt on.

"Oh and here...this was never a good color on me, but it matches your eyes," she said, handing her a green cardigan. Snow put it on.

"Thank you...for helping us," Snow said.

"Sure honey," Astrid replied kindly.

"Okay...you got food and water to get you by for a while," he said, as he got some cash out of his secret stash. Leroy did a lot of odd jobs and was usually paid under the table in cash. He loved the idea of not having to report it and it was his way of sticking it to the government.

"Now, this is money. You'll need it to purchase things," Leroy explained.

"There's gonna be people after you two," he warned.

"Why?" David asked. Leroy sighed.

"Cause you two are clones," he said bluntly, as they stared at him in disbelief.

"You have counterparts out here in the real world. Your rich counterparts paid to have you created so when they get sick or whatever, you two are there to provide spare parts," he explained.

"And they need Snow's? David asked.

"Yeah...her counterpart is really sick. Mary Margaret Blanchard is her name and they need Snow's organs to save her," Leroy said.

"And me?" he asked.

"James Nolan...he's a billionaire playboy, also lives in New York City. He's fine for now, but when his liver finally gives out from all the drinking he does, that's where you'll come in," Leroy explained.

"And they're okay with murdering us?" Charming asked. Leroy snorted.

"Maybe...maybe not. But they don't really know. What George does is highly illegal and immoral. They think he's just growing organs in some amniotic sac in a lab. They don't know the parts come from walking and talking human beings. If it gets out that he's cloning humans for organ harvesting, it will ruin him. He's probably hired highly trained mercenaries to hunt you two down. Don't trust anyone," Leroy said, as he ushered them back into his car.

"I'm gonna put you two on a train to New York City. Your only chance is to find your counterparts. If they have a moral bone in their bodies, they'll be appalled," Leroy said.

"Do you think they'll help us?" Charming asked.

"Honestly? No...be prepared to keep running, handsome or you and your girl here are dead," he warned. Snow sought his hand at that and he squeezed it gently.

Lance walked into the Rabbit Hole and peered around. His presence was already unnerving the patrons, but this is where they had tracked Snow and Charming's footprints to.

"What can I do for you?" the bartender asked with a quiver in his voice. Lance pulled out his phone and showed him the photos.

"I'm looking for these two. Have you seen them?" Lance asked.

"Um...yeah, they were in here. They asked for water and then left with Leroy," the bartender said. Lance's eyes widened.

"Leroy?" he questioned.

"Leroy Miner...he works as a janitor at some fancy research facility. That's where those freaks came from, ain't it?" Keith asked. But Lance didn't respond.

"I think he was going to help them," Keith added. Lance dialed a number on his phone.

"Run the name Leroy Miner and check for credit card activity," Lance said, as he and his men got back into their vehicles and drove off.

They arrived at the train station and followed Leroy inside. Snow sought Charming's hand, as they looked around in wonder. There was so many people and potentially all could be enemies to them.

Leroy approached the window and purchased two tickets to New York City and handed them to Charming.

"These will get you to New York. Then it's up to you to find your doubles. James Nolan is heir to Nolan Technologies, but he's rarely at the office. Your best bet is to find his house. Rumor is it's a lake house, a bit upstate," Leroy explained.

"And me?" Snow asked.

"Mary Margaret Blanchard...heard she's a nice woman. You might have some luck if you find her," he replied.

"And if they won't help us?" she asked. He looked at them both.

"Then you better keep runnin'," Leroy said, as he noticed several men enter the train station and instinctively, he knew these men were trouble.

"Shit...go, get on that train. Ask them to show you to your cabin and hide," he hissed, as they boarded.

"Thanks Leroy...we'll never forget this," Charming said, as he took Snow's hand and they boarded.

"Can you show us to our cabin?" Charming asked the ticket attendant. He eyed them and smirked at the way they held each other.

"Just can't wait, huh? Yeah, suppose I couldn't either with someone like her," he said.

"Go straight back, cabin twelve," he said. Charming nodded and pulled Snow along in a hurry.

"Young love," he mused, as several men started combing through the train.

"Excuse me, can I see your boarding passes?" the attendant asked.

"We're looking for two fugitives and it would be in your best interest to move aside," Lance said sternly. The man wisely did as he asked, as they started searching the cabins.

"What are we going to do? They'll find us in here," Snow panicked. He looked around and spotted a hatch in the ceiling. He opened it up and found a small space, probably used to store luggage.

"It will be a tight squeeze, but it's our only chance," he said, as he hoisted her up and she climbed in. She then reached down and helped him up, as he closed the hatch. It was extremely close quarters and they were pressed tightly together, faces mere centimeters apart. Snow attempted to calm her breathing, but with him this close, feeling his hard body against hers, was making it very difficult. They heard someone burst into the room and she jumped. He pulled her tightly against him, holding her and she buried her face against his neck, hoping they would not be found. At this point, she was pretty sure they would not need to kill her if they were found. Being separated from him would do that.

"This one's empty too," they heard a male voice say.

"Keep searching," Lance ordered, as he looked around the cabin. These two were proving to be far more formidable than he had originally thought. But their knowledge of the real world was limited. He would find them.

Finally, they left and both Snow and Charming let out of breath of relief. They stayed holed up in the tiny compartment for a little while longer and once the train started moving, he opened the hatch and jumped down. Reaching up, she put her legs through first and he grabbed her waist, pulling her down. They stayed in each other's arms for several moments, simply gazing at each other until the proximity and adrenaline finally overwhelmed them and sent their lips crashing together.

Need curled in her stomach and desire pooled in her. These sensations were so very new and her body's reactions were startling, but welcomed since it was Charming that was the reason for them. The backs of her knees hit the bed and she welcomed his weight pinning her down, as their lips moved over each other's passionately. Snow slid her fingers into his hair, as he trailed kisses down her neck, just like he had done in his dreams. But this was better than any dream had ever been. Before it could go further, they heard a message over the intercom, indicating their arrival in New York City was imminent.

"We...we should get ready to leave," she stammered.

"Yeah…" he breathed, as they got up and started straightening their clothes and mused hair. He shouldered the bag they had brought with provisions and smiled, as they joined hands, lacing their fingers together.

George surveyed the day to day operations of his facility from his tower office. In hindsight, letting Snow and Charming anywhere near each other had obviously been a mistake. But the artificial attempts to create a baby from their DNA for Ms. Blanchard had failed. He should have told her it wasn't possible, but his greed had hindered his judgement.

Instead, they had allowed Snow and Charming's obvious attraction to flourish in the first few months of their lives. They allowed them to discover their sexuality and soon, they thought they were sneaking off together, unbeknown to all. For those few weeks, love bloomed between them and with that came was George hoped for. Snow became pregnant. They were separated then and their minds wiped of the memories of their time together. Snow was sequestered until she gave birth and then her mind was wiped again, before she was re-integrated into society. The product...the baby girl was then delivered to Mary Margaret Blanchard, much to the woman's pure joy. A happy customer was good for business and he had assured her when the time came and she needed a transplant, her organs would be ready.

But now he may have to tell her that her viable organs were no longer an option if Snow was not captured in time. It made George livid. The memory wipe should have made those two idiots oblivious to their feelings, but somehow they still gravitated around each other like the sun and the moon.

"True love cannot be so easily quashed, dearie," Rumplestiltskin warned. George grimaced. Another of his creations that he regretted. For some reason, from the moment of his consciousness, Rumpelstiltskin knew everything about the entire operation and the truth. When asked how, the imp simply tottered on about magic. It was ludicrous, but George didn't have any other explanation. Despite knowing the truth, Rumple didn't tell anyone what he knew, but his general fondness for Snow and Charming was irksome.

"They're clones...they can't love," George refuted. The imp let out an amused, high pitched giggle.

"On the contrary, dearie. Those two are special and they created something this world is so very void of," Rumple retorted.

"And what's that?" George snapped.

"Magic," Rumple stated, most pleased by the turn of events.

"Listen, you twisted little imp. This is my operation. I am the puppeteer and you are the puppet. Get back to your place," George hissed. The imp giggled again.

"Of course, of course. You're the puppeteer," Rumple parroted, but his tone spoke more like he was questioning that. And George again wondered about this strange anomaly. If he didn't know better, it would almost seem like the imp really was the one pulling all the strings. But that was impossible...wasn't it?

Snow found herself holding onto Charming's arm tightly, as they waded through the streets of New York City. There were so many people, more people than she imagined existed. Their entire lives had been a lie. There was no apocalypse. They were clones; copies of people that paid for their creation and eventual sacrifice. She shuddered and felt Charming slip his arm around her waist.

"It's going to be okay, Snow. We're going to make it," he whispered, as they trudged along.

"Charming...look. A directory! That's the thing that Leroy said might tell us where our counterparts are," she said, pointing to the terminal near a set of stairs that appeared to lead underground. That made her shiver again, for they had existed only underground for all their lives. They both stared at the screen and she pressed the directory button on the screen, bringing up an on screen keyboard. Fortunately, technology wasn't something they were completely unfamiliar with for the compound of their previous home had been equipped with high end technology. He typed in the name James Nolan and hit enter. The name and address came up right away, along with a photo and Charming found himself staring at his own face with fascination. Snow took a scrap of paper from the satchel and a pen, jotting down the address. She then yelped, as a bullet ricocheted off the metal terminal and she found herself in his arms. They saw the dark skinned man and his men heading toward them and knew instinctively that these were the mercenaries Leroy had warned them about.

"Come on," he urged, as he took her hand and the descended the stairs into the subway. Lance and his men gave chase, as the two fugitives sprinted, just as a large underground train sped in and slowed, as people piled on and off. He glanced over and saw Lance and his men in the distance. He grabbed Snow's hand and dodged toward the train, as they got on and disappeared into the people. Unfortunately, Lance and his men followed. Charming kept leading her through car after subway car.

"Charming...they're gaining," she said worriedly. As the subway started to slow again, they ran to an exit and back into the subway tunnel. They ran back up the nearest set of stairs and dodged into an dingy, empty alleyway. Snow glanced back and saw them still following. Charming didn't have to answer, but a familiar voice called to them.

"In here, dearies…" a man called from an back door opening.

"Rumplestiltskin?" Charming asked in disbelief, as they hurried inside. They gazed around curiously at the items and trinkets that littered the backroom.

"Oh no...I'm his counterpart, dearie. You can call me Mr. Gold," he responded. Charming guarded Snow, as they stepped back.

"If you have a clone...then why would you help us?" Charming hissed.

"My purposes for my clone are very different from most. I mean you no harm. In fact, I wish to help you escape," he replied.

"Why?" Snow asked. He smirked.

"Let's just say...I'm a fan of true love or rather, what it creates," he responded cryptically.

"We need to find my counterpart," Charming said.

"I agree...but he won't help you, dearie. You'll have to make the decision...him or you," Gold replied. His eyes widened.

"You want me to kill him?" he asked in disbelief.

"James Nolan's liver has six months left at best. Without having you cut up, he's a dead man anyway. And believe me, he'll have no qualms about taking your life," Gold replied.

"We're not killers," Snow protested.

"Suit yourself. I can get you to his mansion and then the rest will be up to you, dearies," he said, motioning them to follow, as he limped along with his cane. Rumplestiltskin didn't use a cane so it was clear to tell now that they were two different beings.

Mr. Gold drove them to the Harbor and thankfully, it seemed they had lost the mercenaries for the moment. Standing on the dock, next to a large ship, was another man they recognized.

"Hook?" Charming asked.

"Not Hook. Killian Jones. That's where your friend's hand went," Gold replied, as they noticed this man indeed had two flesh hands. Snow clutched his arm and he turned his head, pressing a kiss to her hair. Wearily, they got out of the car and followed Gold, as Killian's eyes swept over the pair.

"Is this the cargo?" he asked.

"Yes...see that they arrive safely at James Nolan's waterfront mansion," Gold replied, as he handed the briefcase to the other man. Killian opened it and was satisfied with the cash content.

"Welcome aboard the Jolly Roger," he said, as he motioned them onto the ship. Gold watched them set sail with a satisfied smirk. All was going exactly as planned.

"The trail goes cold at the Harbor," the man reported.

"Then that means they took to the water," Lance stated, as he viewed the list of possible locations from that particular dock.

"Here...this is where they're going," Lance said.

"How do you know?" the subordinate asked.

"Because this property belongs to none other than James Nolan," he said, as they commandeered a boat and set sail...