Mary Margaret thought that it was about time she stopped saying in her head that she couldn't be any more surprised and/or worried. Evidently, she could.
"What do you mean you're in it?"
"I mean, it's about me, too."
"That's not… What I meant is... Well, if you're a part of it then you must be a fairytale character too. Am I right? You're a princess!" She tried to make a joke about it but the other never looked more seriously.
"No, I'm not. My story began in this world. You guys didn't give me much of a choice."
"I beg your pardon?" She asked still smiling, but it slowly started disappearing.
"You. You and your Prince Charming. Nice nickname by the way…" She mumbled. She looked at Mary Margaret, offended, as if she wanted to hear an apology nothing less, but her friend sat silent and more confused than ever.
"You!" She yelled." You and David! Or whatever he's called! You're supposed to be my parents! But you put me in that goddamn wardrobe and left me alone! You just… You… " She started crying again and, not bothering with the fact that she yelled at her a moment ago, she hugged Mary Margaret again.
Mary Margaret was so shocked she couldn't say a word or do anything. Frankly, she didn't even understood why. She knew they were just fairytales, silly stories, but the possibility of her abandoning Emma was so real, so threatening that she found herself holding her tight and thinking that she'll never let her go again.
"I needed you." Emma whispered. "I was so alone and so lost. You should have been there. You should have been there for me! But you wasn't. Why…? Why didn't you come when I needed you? Where were you? Where…"
Her questions became more and more silent. The two of them sat motionlessly for long minutes. Mary Margaret didn't eased the squeeze, until she could hear her friend snoring.
She slowly let Emma down on the bed, took a deep breath and tried to keep her own tears at bay.
What the hell is wrong with me? Why am I this emotional over my drunk friend's nonsense?
She tossed those weird emotions aside and focused on the problem in front of her.
She managed to pull Emma fully on the bed and cover her with a blanket. She watched her for a few seconds as she was already sleeping deeply and felt a sudden desire to just lay down and sleep there with her. She felt exhausted and too tired to think, so she plodded along to the other side of the bed and dropped herself on it.
Mary Margaret fell asleep before she could think about things like pyjamas, the smell of tequila her friend's breath had or the probability that she was lying next to her daughter.
