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I have had some criticism over the pace and character realisations (too rushed & OOC): I Just wanted to clarify that this is my imagining of the characters but I do appreciate the fact that some people might see them a little differently. Also note that, like a scene, sometimes I just want to establish a plot point without having to write 1000 words on it. So just expect that at times there will be short, direct chapters.
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EMMA
"You Know Emma?"
"Yeah I do"
Emma smiled at her parents. She did not want to reveal any more then she needed too, but she at least wanted to give them hope. Emma thought about Henry and the choice she made eleven years ago. She had a choice, her parents did not.
"She broke the curse" Emma said proudly, "It wasn't easy… she didn't know what she was doing half the time, but she did it"
A sense of awe swept over Snow and David's faces. To hear her speak about their daughter before they had even met her was such a strange but wonderful thing. In this moment she saw her parents again, like Dejavu. She was taken back to the moment the curse was broken. 'So it's true', she had said. From that moment on, her life was more real than it had ever been.
Emma placed her hands in her pockets and stared at her parents nervously. The weight of what she was telling them had finally sunk in.
She hesitated while contemplating her next sentence. It was something she knew she should not say. But she also knew it might be the only thing to convince David.
"She's not just a saviour though" said Emma softly, "she is also a mother"
"A Mother?" asked Snow, pride swelling in her voice.
Emma nodded, "She has a son"
Charming looked at Emma nervously, not wanting to be led astray, "Why should we believe you?"
Emma moved closer to her father, her big green eyes piercing right through him "Because" she said sadly, "if you don't let me fix this, you will have lost your grandson and the David I know, would be devastated by that notion"
David stared at her, conflict and despair overcoming him. Emma knew he was defeated but it was overwhelming to contemplate what she had taken from him. He just wanted them to be a family. He just wanted to be her father.
The room was silent for what seemed like hours. Suddenly Neal's stammering voice broke through the quiet air.
"Papa" he murmured, still unconscious.
Doc shook his head, "he's hallucinating. This poison is working quickly"
Emma looked down at Neal. She knew that before they could even start to find a way home, he needed to be saved first.
"Papa, don't do…it" he muttered again, barely intelligible.
Emma's eyes suddenly widened
"Gold" she said excitedly.
"What?" said Snow and David, at the exact same time.
"That's it" shouted Emma, turning back to her parents "He can fix everything. He must know of a way" she implored.
"Who?" they said, even more confused.
"Rumplestiltskin" she clarified
David crossed his arms and shook his head, "No…absolutely not!"
"He will help us, it's the only way"
"The only one he seeks to serve, is himself!"
"Trust me; I can get him to help us!"
"Charming…let her go" said Snow, chiming in.
She placed her hand gently on his shoulder. A calming sensation rushed through him.
He suddenly realised how irrational he was being. He was always so intent on fixing everything, he had never stopped to consider what the stress was doing to him.
"Fine" he said, seeing no other option "I will escort you"
Emma knew this was a very bad idea, "No, I need to see him alone"
David opened his mouth but no sound came out. He wanted to argue but he knew he would not win. There was something extremely stubborn about this young woman. It was a quality so familiar to him.
David turned to the dwarf hiding not so conspicuously behind the chamber door, "Grumpy…escort her to his cell"
Emma shook her head, "No…It's ok, I know where it is"
Snow looked at her curiously, "You've been there before?"
"Technically, I will be there, about 29 years from now" Emma smirked. She quickly darted from the room, not wishing to respond to any more questions. Time was running out and she knew what needed to be done.
Snow turned to David suddenly. He was staring at the door curiously, not knowing what to make of the young woman who had turned their lives upside down.
"How did she know your real name?" asked Snow
"What?" he said, his attention shifting from the door to Snow.
"David…she called you David"
"Well…I guess she knows us" he concluded.
Snow shook her head, "yeah…but everyone thinks your name is James"
"Maybe I told her it was David, you know, the future me"
"Maybe…" said Snow, not looking very convinced.
"What other reason could there be?" David laughed.
Suddenly a muffled cry echoed through the room, "EMMA!"
"Emma?" said Snow curiously staring at her husband.
They both looked down at the dying man, clutching his chest and muttering into the open air.
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