Note: So, this is the fourth chapter. Sorry if it's not that much, it's sorta meant to be an in between story for The Miller's Daughter and Welcome to Storybrooke.

This chapter, it'll be about Snow's guilt from being the cause of Cora's death and what Emma, James, and Henry will do to help her.

So, this seems to be getting some good reviews, so I have an idea. I could write different chapters for the family from now until the season finale. If you guys think it's a good idea, tell me in the reviews. I might if I get inspiration from something or just write one per episode until we get another nail biting finale. So, tell me what you think and review or favorite if you like it

xoxo

She had only ever seen her mother cry when David, her father's Storybrooke counterpart, broke her heart. That day, she had sworn to stop that heartbroken look and the utter anguish in her mother's whole demeanor from ever happening again. She didn't know the next thing that would cause it would be something she could never had expected.

O.U.A.T

Snow White was always portrayed as a pure, kindhearted girl, later woman, who had stolen the heart of a prince and caused the envy of her evil stepmother. Emma hadn't known when she was younger that there had been so much more to it. That the Evil Queen had killed her mother's father, Emma's grandfather, and Cora had killed her mother's mother, Emma's grandmother. That Snow had been on the run for years because of one mistake Snow made in trusting the wrong person and caused her to live off the land for years, and that her own father had been engaged before meeting her mother, defying his father's cruel wishes to put love aside. Her mother had been so strong through all of it, but now…it seemed one mistake, a truly shocking mistake, had unraveled her.

Emma walked into the apartment and saw her father sitting on the couch with Henry, looking up every few seconds towards his and Snow's room. "Dad?" she asked after they both failed to notice that she had come in and didn't say their usual greeting. "Dad, what's wrong?" she asked when he didn't seem to hear her.

James' head shot towards his daughter and he seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, "Thank goodness you're here," he said, getting up and hugging Emma.

"What's wrong?" she asked again, frowning, "Is Mom ok?"

James seemed to think about it for a moment before telling Emma what had happened while she'd been in Manhattan and what Snow had confessed to doing. Emma's eyes widened in shock. She knew her mother would do anything to protect her family, but she was surprised she'd gone this far. "I'll see if I can go talk to her," she said, patting her Dad's arm and kissing the top of Henry's head before going up the stairs to her mother and father's bedroom, knocking on the door, "Mom?" she asked.

Emma heard sniffling on the other side and her mother's hoarse voice calling, "Come in," before Emma came in.

She saw her mother sitting on the bed in a pair of grey sweats and a large faded light blue knit sweater. Her arms were wrapped around her legs and her head resting on her knees. "Mom," Emma said, frowning as she walked over to the bed, sitting opposite where her mother sat leaning against the footboard of the bed.

Snow smiled as best as she could at Emma, wiping her eyes, "I…I feel so terrible. You didn't see Cora's face. It was like she was seeing Regina for the first time and…I hadn't seen such happiness in her eyes in so long. How could I have done that to her?" Snow asked, sobbing.

Emma reached over and hugged her mother tightly, feeling Snow's arms wrap tightly around her, for once Emma being able to offer comfort for her mother, "It'll be alright," Emma promised, that being the only thing she could think of.

Snow shook her head, "No, it won't. I've never seen Regina look at me with so much loathing as she did when her mother died in her arms. I wouldn't be surprised if she tried to kill me again," she said, starting to tremble.

"We know, that's why we asked for some help," James said from where he and Henry stood in the doorway before coming to sit on the bed, James wrapping an arm around Snow's shoulder and Henry laying his head in Snow's lap when Snow and Emma separated.

Snow smiled down at her grandson and ran her fingers through his hair and squeezing James' hand. "Who?" she asked.

Right at that moment, there was a knock on the door and they all went downstairs and James opened the door to reveal Mr. Gold. "I hear you need some help?" he asked, smirking.

The family exchanged looks before letting Mr. Gold in and shutting the door behind him.

OUAT

Regina was in her kitchen, clutching tightly to a mug of tea in her hands and trying to keep from crying. She hadn't been able to stop the tears from flowing since her mother's death and, along with them, came the anger at Snow White. She ruined everything! She had caused Daniel's death and had basically killed her mother. Her whole life was ruined because of some 'pure as snow' girl that seemed to get everything while she had been once left in exile and branded the 'Evil Witch'.

When they had first gotten to Storybrooke, she had found a book in the bookstore shortly after she was given Henry, and had flipped through it, seeing every fairytale she had lived or heard of. When she got to the story of Snow White, she had gotten so angry that she tore up the book and threw it in the fire, refusing to ever let her son read or watch any of those stories. They were banned from him completely and when Regina found Mary Margaret reading the stories she hated to her son's class, she had been no less than seething, going so far as to stalk to the class room one day and drag her son from it during story time. That had, she was glad to hear, put an end to that.

But now, Snow had taken another thing from her. She had just gotten the mother she had always wanted, caring, compassionate, loving, a mother who said she would have been enough, when she died in her arms. Regina only realized only seconds later upon seeing the look on Snow's face, that it was the girl's fault.

She was tired of it. Tired of getting everything taken from her and destroyed at the hands of a not so pure girl.

Now, now it was time for her to pay.