Both women stood in silence staring at each other. Mary Margaret could see the dark circles under Emma's eyes and how red and bloodshot they looked. "Emma, we need to talk."

"No. No we don't." Emma tells her. "Look, I just wanna..."

"I'm sorry!" Mary Margaret blurts out. "I'm sorry for not believing in you, for losing faith in you." She cries. "You have every right to be mad at me. I'm mad at myself. Now please Emma, talk to me. Yell at me for all I care!"

Emma sees tears falling from Mary Margaret's eyes and can feel her own starting to fall. She must be extremely tried because the next thing she knows, she's in Mary Margaret's arms balling her eyes out. "I'm so happy you're back and I'm so sorry for failing!" She sobs.

Mary Margaret holds Emma close and cries. "You have nothing to be sorry for! I will never leave or give up on you again Emma, I promise." After they stood there embracing each other, she glances at Emma's hands and asks. "May I see?"

Emma pulls away and looks down while holding up her hands.

"Oh Emma!" Mary Margaret says as she gently brushes her thumb across her friends knuckles. The left one was not to bad, but the right one drew concern. She unwrapped it. "We need to clean out those cuts, but first, we need to fix your fingers. You didn't do a very good job." She guickly pulls each finger into their rightful place.

Emma cries and buries her head in Mary Margaret's shoulder, biting the fabric of her shirt. She feels her rubbing her back and the pain subsides. God she missed her friend.

Once Mary Margaret cleaned Emma's hand and tapped up her fingers, they made there way to their rooms. Both got changed into pj's and Emma made her way back to Mary Margaret's room.

"Um...Can I..." Emma ask feeling shy.

"Of course." Mary Margaret scooted to one side of the bed so Emma can lay beside her. They both fell asleep in an instant, knowing that everything was back to the way it was.

Having the best nights sleep, Emma awoke from the sun shining through the window. When she opened her eyes she saw she was alone. Emma sat up and started to panic. Was everything a dream? Then she heard the sound of pots and pans coming from the kitchen. She smiled and falls back onto the bed. "Holy shit!" She shoots back up again. The clock read 4:45 pm. How long was she asleep? She gets up and makes her way to the kitchen.

"Hey sleepy head!" Mary Margaret says cheerfully as Emma takes a seat on the stool.

"Hey!" Emma wipes the sleep from her eyes. "How long was I out?"

"17 hours." She replies handing Emma some hot chocolate with cinnamon.

"17 hour!" Emma says in shock. "Why didn't you wake me?"

"Because, you need to rest." She walks beside Emma. "How your hand?"

"Oh! Uh! Better. Still a little swollen." Emma watches Mary Margaret grab an ice pack from the freezer and hand it to her. "Thanks. I...I'm really glad you're back."

"I'm glad to be back. I missed my family." She sees Emma blush and giggles. "So, how bout some breakfast?"

"Don't you mean dinner!"

"Who says we can't have breakfast for dinner." She says grabbing the ingredients she needs.

Emma laughs and watches her friend work. She may not believe in the curse but that doesn't stop her in believing that Mary Margaret is and will always be her family.