A/N: Oh look, I LIVE. *thumbs up* Just joking. Well. Anyway. Weirdness aside. I do realize I was supposed to update with the second portion of this story... Like a year ago. Well, alright, it was supposed to be done in April. Truthfully speaking if it wasn't for Gemilh this would have probably NEVER been completed.

Anyway, here is the first part of the second part of this fic.

Fighting For Love

Three long years passed by in the tiny previously cursed town in Maine. Henry withdrew into himself, separating himself from anyone and everything. Running became his only friend, his only goal. When he wasn't at school, doing homework, or playing call of duty he was running. Sometimes he ran for four or five hours a day. Sometimes he had to be grounded from it, Regina was concerned with his need to run.

Bordering on obsessive, his love for running worried everyone besides his mother as well. They knew that running was something that Emma had done most mornings. Something that they had shared. However they believed he was running as a way of getting away from his problems. Of ignoring them. It would be one thing if he was using running to work through them, but that wasn't the case.

Refusing to talk to anyone about anything, especially Emma, his family forced him to see Archie. So, once a week, he was dropped off. For an hour he would simply stare at Archie as he tried to pry into his head, but Henry refused to budge. He was like an uncrackable safe. The most Archie got from him was a 'Hi' if he was particularly lucky.

Fourteen year old boys are not exactly the easiest creatures to deal with, add to the mix that Henry was angry, and had been since Emma had left, wouldn't talk to anyone, and didn't express his emotions? The conclusion of these facts made for one exceptionally difficult teenage boy. Everyone was kept as far from himself as possible, even if they were in the same room.

No friends, not that he appeared to want them in the first place, he didn't speak at his sessions. The only time he seemed to be calm, to relax, was when he was killing hordes of people on his video games, or running. So, opting for the lesser of two people, his mother let him run. Of course, she had to threaten to outlaw the action should his grades slip. And on occasion, when she absolutely had to, she did outlaw it for a few days here or there.

Not a day passed that people didn't miss Emma, however they couldn't leave the small town. The curse had been broken, but they were not from this world. The barrier was still erect, and they couldn't pass it. So, they didn't know how to track her, let alone get to her should they locate where she was. Emma was beyond their small reach, all they could hope for was that one day she would choose to return. To at least see, and hopefully help, her troubled son.

Plus, Regina just downright refused to admit, even to herself, that she might just like Emma back. So, instead, she placed the potions on her bedside table. Her last connection to Emma, the last gift. Day after day she saw them. Time passed on, the pain lessening as it went. For everyone save the son that Emma had abandoned not once, but twice.

The Mayor of this small town decided to roll over. Cracking one tired lid open to notice, in shock, that it was nine in the morning; on a Saturday. Not only had she slept in, but her alarm hadn't gotten off. Thankfully she didn't have work, so the woman simply chalked it up to her accidentally forgetting to set the alarm last night.

Rolling out of bed took a few more minutes than usual, but once she was standing she decided she better get ready for the day. Forty-three minutes later she made her way down the stairs, noting that, unsurprisingly, her son was already gone. On weekends he usually wasn't back until noon at the earliest. Every single morning he was up and out of the house by six-fifteen, unless he was grounded.

Breakfast cooked and eaten, dishes washed, dried and put away, steaming coffee mug in hand Regina made her way into the library. Looking forward to a rare day of nothing but relaxation and a good book. It was the first day in a long while that she had absolutely no obligations. No meetings, no lunch dates, no need to go to the damn store. Just herself and a well-deserved day alone.

Dreams and hopes of such a glorious day was shattered into a thousand slivers of glass when she walked into the room, and found a note from her son taped to her favorite chair. The note explained that he was sorry for leaving without saying anything, but that he'd gone off to Boston to live with Emma. He promised to visit towards the end of summer. Regina was throwing on shoes, driving to Snow's, note in hand, before she even had time to read the note through a second time.

It had been ten minutes until eleven in the damn morning when Regina had found the note. All day, and night, her friends, plus the two idiots, had tried to figure out where exactly Henry had gone. What he could possibly be doing, or thinking, and what in the hell they were going to do about it, how they were going to get her son back when no one could pass that infuriating barrier.

The answer to the most important question, how they were going to get Henry back, who stomped angrily through the door at one-seventeen of day two. It was abundantly clear that he was livid with the way he walked, and glared his way to the table where his mother, Ruby, and Katherine were sitting and talking. He slammed himself, roughly, into the booth next to his surprised and relieved mother and crossed his arms.

Less than five minutes later Granny had dropped a hot meal, complete with cinnamon drizzled hot chocolate, in front of him. His grandparents had dragged over chairs so they could sit with him and the family. Everyone grilled into him, and Henry angrily recited what had happened as he stabbed at his food like a mad man. Muttering far too many obscenities, but Regina was far to relieved to call him on it.

Henry told them how he had first jogged the thirty miles to the next town, grabbed the local bus from there to the station in Aberdeen. How he'd jumped bus to bus until he had ended up in Boston at around six in the morning. He went on to tell how Emma had swung open the door, a blond baby on her hip. He explained how the entire drive to the town line he'd been too pissed off to talk to his blond parent so he'd jacked up the music on his Ipod and drowned out all sounds.

As his eyes narrowed in anger he told them how Emma had downright refused to cross the town line. How she told him not to come again, how he'd slammed the door purposefully waking up the kid his mom kept and begun the run for home, stopping at the diner when he saw his mom's Mercedes out front. Half the food wasn't even eaten, mostly he used it as a punching bag. Stabbing at it with his fork, moving it around the plate.

"Emma has a baby?" Breathed out Regina slowly. The words foreign in her mouth, tasting foul, like a poison. Everyone was shocked by that fact, Emma didn't seem the type to just have a kid. Then again, things change over time.

Still, that fact made little sense to anyone at the table. Specifically Regina. The mere thought of someone else's hands, let alone penis, on her woman. It brought bile to her throat, pain to her heart. Not that she would ever admit such thoughts about the golden haired goddess who had left so long ago. Wouldn't even admit them should her very life depend on it.

"Yeah. A fucking baby" Growled Henry. Regina pointed her finger at her son, and was about to tell him off about his language, as at this point it had just been far too much, but he cut her off before a word could befall her lips. "Because you are too fucking blind and stupid to everything in front of you. So she decided she was just going to pop out a kid and get a little fucking house. Probably a husband or wife. Happy now? You did it mom. You ruined my happy ending, you ruined your own happy ending. All in one, big, gigantic, Evil fucking swoop"

Pushing his mutilated plate of food away Henry stood up angrily. Regina tried to stop him by grabbing his wrist, but he yanked his arm away before running away, and out of the diner. This wasn't what was supposed to happen. None of this, and he felt helpless to change it. Useless. At least with the curse he'd known what to do, he had known what was going on. But now, now Henry was just lost.

As for the biological mother of the lost boy once she was safely back in Boston Emma relaxed, calmed down, and did her best to forget the contents of her day. She was bouncing her friends baby boy on her knee. The little bugger wouldn't sleep, and she was fucking bone ass tired. He was entirely too active, but she couldn't blame him. His parents were just the same. Usually she could keep up with him but today had been entirely too stressful for her.

First she'd been rudely awoken by a million and two calls from Cara who had forgotten that Bali was fourteen hours ahead of Emma. So while it may have been seven in the afternoon for the vacationing woman, it had been five in the morning for the poor blond. Second Henry had showed up on her doorstep an hour later. Third, driving him home had been just. No. Just no. Today had not been a good day for her.

The little tyke was adorable though. Blond hair, blue eyes, and dimples galore. His teeth, however, were not so cute, and dug into the skin of her hand as she bounced him up and down. Carson was a biter, and a drooler. The clear liquid flowing out around Emma's poor hand, dripping onto her bare legs. Tony cracked a smile at the scene on the couch.

"Carson is really just super fucking cute" The man spoke in a groggy voice as he glanced down at his watch. It was eleven and he had a shift at five. "At least he sleeps through the, well, day. I remember when we first babysat. That one night when he was just weeks old. My eyes would close, his would re-open" The man shook his head.

Emma chuckled at Tony, shaking her head, before kissing the boys cheeks. Making him giggle as well. He'd slept the day away in the car, she knew it would be a few more hours before he would fall asleep, but once he did, she could sleep. And she was fucking tired. She wished he had a 'sleep' button like her computer, she was in dire need of him having one.

"Adorable little demon spawn is more fitting. He's all grown up now. Ain't ya boy?" She cooed at the now one year old. "And when your mommy and your daddy get back from their honeymoon Auntie Em is going to stab them in the balls, yes I am"

The sleepy man couldn't help but burst into full body laughter. He just couldn't understand how Emma could talk about such things in a baby voice, let alone say them to a child. Carson just giggled and clapped. If only he knew what was being said. That being said Tony couldn't really blame Emma for her thoughts. They'd agreed to watch the boy for three nights, and it had been two weeks now. His parents claimed the city was just too beautiful to leave, or some shit. They didn't mind too much, they loved the kid like their own. At least, until they got every diaper and whatnot.

Laughter fit over Tony yawned and began scratching his bare stomach while continuing to watch the scene before him. He understood that Emma was having a really bad week, not to mention a bad day. Especially with her teenager showing up on the doorstep, and her having to drive all the way to bumfuck nowhere with him and Carson. He also knew better than to dare ask what was going on, that was a job he'd gladly leave to his sister. Tony knew that when Emma was ready, she'd talk, and trying before then would just be painful. For him. As it would be him getting his balls twisted into a knot and shoved into a blender.

Shaking her head at the sight before her she couldn't help but giggle. Tony was really just an overgrown man child. Her laughter only grew as his twin came stumbling down the stairs. Tia had not been sleeping, you could easily tell that she had been watching movies or playing video games by the giant empty popcorn tub in her hands. She raised an eyebrow at Emma, not understanding why she was chuckling so badly.

Twins, nearly identical at that, yet, they were so different. Complete opposites on the spectrum of life. Tony was wearing Betty Boop pajama bottoms, his sister was wearing black plaid boxers with the fly unbuttoned and a 'Girl's suck' tank top. Like green and blue. Great together, but completely different. She loved spicy foods, and hardly slept anywhere but during a class. While Tony couldn't handle the mildest of salsas and had to have at least eight hours a day or he couldn't function. Despite their many differences, they both were amazing dancers, and both loved it. They worked well together at all times. In life, and in work.

"Was gonna watch Hannibal or Candyman before bed, but I can drop the incredibles or some land before time if you and shortie wanna join my fine ass" Tia said as she walked past, Emma gave her a nod. The woman smiled. "Score! I get to cuddle with the hottest person in this damn house"

"Hottest person of the female persuasion surely, however, she does not have anything on me my sister friend" Tony shot at Tia as he followed her into the kitchen. As Emma shook her head she wondered how she ended up with these two buffoons again, but she was thankful she had. They were her true family.

"This is why you have your good old Auntie Emma. See I am going to teach you how to pick up chicks, that wearing pink is alright as long as it's not from the actual girls section. I already have one Tony, we really don't need another one" She told the little boy who just smiled and gurgled at her.

As if by some miracle the little boy actually fell asleep about halfway through the movie. His face buried in Emma's chest, sleeping soundly. The elder blonde went nearly immediately after. Her head resting on Tia's shoulder. The dark-haired woman turned off the television once Emma was snoring, then pulled up the blanket over the trio. Deciding it was best to just close her eyes as well.

A/N: Updates will be... Whenever I can. I make absolutely no promises. All I can say is someday, at some point, it will be finished. Byeeeeeeee