Title: Atonement
Chapter Four: Much Too Much
Author: snarkysweetness
Rating: R
Characters: Emma, August (Flashback), Belle, & Rumpelstiltskin; Emma/August, Belle/Rumpelstiltskin
Summary: Rumpelstiltskin decides to call in that favor Emma owes him.
Warnings: All of the angst. And Emma uses very colorful language, children.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: This thing is about ten chapters long, so don't give up on me yet.

Emma sends everyone home ahead of her. When they protest she reminds them that they'll only be a block or so ahead of her, so they agree.

She just wants the time alone to think about August without someone asking her what's wrong.

"August, this isn't funny, stop laughing!"

He was being a cheeky little fuck and it was pissing her off. Emma smacked him on the arm with a sigh, leaning back against his headboard.

"I'm sorry, hey, seriously, come here."

He leaned up to kiss her but she turned away, annoyed.

"Don't be like that," he whispered in that tone of his that was impossible to resist. That sort of wounded puppy voice. She hated when he used that voice.

As stubborn as Emma is, she gives in with a sigh after a moment. He was too gorgeous to avoid looking at. She glances over, not happy about it, but smirking. Then August kissed her, quickly, before pulling her into his arms. Emma turned from him, so her back was against his chest. August rubbed her arm gently while kissing her shoulder.

"We'll be fine. Shit happens. And if you're pregnant, we'll deal with it."

Emma huffed.

"You'll be fine. I'm the one who's going to have to carry the damn thing. All because of you and your penis."

"I don't recall you complaining," he whispered in her ear and she swatted his hands away as they snaked over her waist.

August let out a sigh.

"Look, I think our kid would be awesome and cute. And if we're lucky, exactly like you. And a girl. I always wanted a girl," he said quietly.

Emma turned to look back at him.

"Really?" She was skeptical. August thinking about kids? The two didn't compute in her mind.

"Really. And if she's yours she'll be a bad-ass chick, just like you," he told her with a grin, leaning down to kiss her.

Emma let herself enjoy the kiss before breaking it.

"Well, what would we name it?"

It was a stupid question but she wanted to trip him up so he would freak out the way she was freaking out.

August shrugged. "I don't fucking know, Emma. Um, Emmeline. That way she's kind of named after you. What do you think?"

Emma rolled her eyes. He was being far too calm. It was irritating. "Stop trying to be charming, it's not going to get you into my pants."

August slid his fingers up her shirt and kissed her neck.

"Really? Because I kind of like being in your pants."

Emma found herself smiling and shook her head.

"Damn you, you bastard."

"Sheriff Swan?"

Emma sighs, annoyed that someone would break her out of her memories of August. And when she sees who it is, she groans. Of course, she should have recognized that annoying voice. At least he wasn't calling her 'Your Majesty'. That would be really fucking annoying.

"Rumpelstiltskin. Belle."

Emma doesn't know why Belle puts up with him. She wouldn't.

"What can I do for you?"

Belle glances towards her lover, looking uneasy. Emma gets a sinking feeling in her stomach. She knows that look in his eyes and it isn't a good one. It was the same look he got whenever he reminded her-

"No."

Emma's voice breaks when she speaks and she has to fight back vomit.

Back when it had finally hit her that this while Fairytale thing was real she'd brushed up on everything she could find in books and by talking to her friends and there was one thing he was known for doing and she'd kill him before she let it happen.

"Now, now, as I recall, you do owe me a favor. And I also recall that you cost me a child, so really, you owe me."

"You're a monster!"

Belle is in his face, glaring and livid, before Emma even has a chance to kick his ass like she wants to. Pregnant or not, she'll do it. And Emma doesn't know why Belle's so surprised, surely lovely wasn't that fucking blind.

Emma pushes Belle out of the way and backs Rumpelstiltskin against a wall, making eye contact. She's still the Sheriff, so while he may know how to use magic, she still has her gun.

"You are not touching her! Do you understand me? I agreed to a favor. I never agreed to hand over my next kid to you, you sick son-of-a-bitch."

"Now, now, dearie, no need to get worked up, there's the child to think of. A little girl, was it? I'm sure Mr. Booth would be so proud were he still with us."

Belle has to pull Emma away from him when she tries to take a swing at him. Mentioning August was going too far.

"What do you even need a baby for anyway?" Belle asks him while still trying to fight to keep Emma in her arms and off of Rumpelstiltskin.

He gives Belle a 'look' and she lets go of Emma.

Emma huffs and steps away, her fingers itching for her gun. She looks towards Belle, who is shaking her head, backing away from the two of them slowly.

"It's Regina, isn't it? I knew you were meeting with her behind our backs, but this? You're a bastard."

His guilty expression tells them both everything they need to know.

Emma scoffs.

"Come on Belle, you coming?"

Emma pushes past him and Belle follows. Rumpelstiltskin reaches for her but she pulls away from him.

"Belle-"

"NO! I let it slide when you brought magic back because I know you thought it would bring your son back, but it didn't work! And now we're all still stuck here in this damn town with magic running loose and no way to find him! I don't care what she told you, she can't get him back for you! And even if she could, do you think he would ever forgive you if he knew what you had to do to get him back?

I will never understand the pain of losing a child, but this is not the way and you know it.

Regina just wants this baby to kill it, to get back at Emma for taking Henry. Don't think I don't know that. That she doesn't know that. So if you ever want to see me again, you will back off. If you don't, we're done. There's only so much I'm willing to turn a blind eye to."

Emma has to hand it to Belle; she's kind of a bad-ass.

"Belle, he's my son-"

"Goodbye."

They get half a block before he calls after them.

"She's going to get her hands on her one way or the other, you might as well let me take her so your debt to me is repaid. It'll save a lot of trouble in the end."

Emma stops in her tracks, shaking. Composing herself, she turns to face him.

"Then let her fucking try."