Here's another chapter! It ends kinda abruptly but I needed to break up this segment because it gets really long. Hopefully this chapter lives up to your expectations...
Please comment with suggestions on where to take the stories. I have ideas and I've been scouring Season 1 transcripts for more ideas, but I could always use suggestions =D Have a great week guys.
Cursed yet Uncursed 9
Dear Diary,
It was as if the entire world stopped. I heard nothing, felt nothing, saw nothing but Emma. This was my daughter? This is the tiny little baby I held in my arms twenty-eight years ago? The more I stared at her, the more I could see resemblances of Charming in her; the blonde hair, her bail bondswoman skills, the stubbornness—although she probably gets that from both of us.
No wonder I felt so close to her. She was my daughter; I could sense it. This was Henry's plan. He brought Emma to me so she could break the curse! He knew it all along but was waiting for the right moment to tell me.
Emma continued to talk, oblivious to Mary-Margaret's stare. "Yeah apparently I'm the key to breaking the Evil Queen's curse. The Evil Queen found out from Rumpelstiltskin and wanted to kill me but Rumpelstiltskin said he would do it. But instead, he captured me and sent me to the real world in order for me to avoid the curse in the hopes that I would somehow come find you all and save everyone." Emma laughed, "How ridiculous is that?"
Tears were beginning to form in Mary-Margaret's eyes as she gazed at her beautiful daughter. Twenty-eight years old? She missed everything. Regina stole it all from her.
Emma turned to Mary-Margaret and noticed her roommate's strange behavior.
Mary-Margaret tried to say something but she couldn't find the right words. "Um…ridiculous…"
"I have some errands to run," Emma said, standing and heading for the door.
Mary-Margaret rushed after her, "Do you want me to hold dinner for you?"
"No, don't do that."
"Leftovers will be in the fridge," Mary-Margaret called as Emma reached for her leather jacket.
"Thanks." With that, Emma was out the door.
Mary-Margaret sank to the floor and let it all out. She sobbed out all the heartache she had kept inside of her for the past twenty-eight years. She sobbed for her lost husband, she sobbed for her grown daughter, she sobbed for the life she had been robbed of, and she sobbed for the all the lives that had been ruined through the curse.
After her cry and eating dinner by herself, Mary-Margaret grabbed her coat and purse and left the apartment. Although she wanted to just stay home and try to wrap her head around all the information she had just learned, she knew she needed to keep tabs on Mr. Gold. He was up to something and she needed to learn what that was.
She wandered down the nearly empty streets until she reached the Pawn Shop. The door sign read "Closed" but the lights inside were on. Mary-Margaret tried the doorknob and it swung open. She stepped inside and slowly looked around.
She hardly ever visited the Pawn Shop; she had no reason too. She glanced over the little trinkets and bobbles that were tastefully scattered around the room. Peeking into a display case, Mary-Margaret observed a sword which she recognized to be Charming's.
"I was right…Gold does have plenty of magical objects!"
DING!
Mary-Margaret spun around and saw David walking into the shop. "David?"
David looked surprised. "Mary-Margaret?"
"What are you doing here?"
"Gold told me he had something that used to belong to me," David stepped closer to Mary-Margaret.
"That's exactly what he told me…" Mary-Margaret frowned. Was Gold becoming a matchmaker?
"Ah, you're both here."
The two turned and saw Mr. Gold hobble out from the back room.
"What's going on here?" Mary-Margaret demanded.
"Calm down, dearie. I have something to show you." Mr. Gold motioned the two to follow him as he led the way into the back room.
Suspended in the middle of the room was a baby's mobile. Tiny blue and white unicorns danced in the air from their suspended places on the mobile. Beading swayed in between the unicorns.
A sob broke from Mary-Margaret when she saw it. She covered her mouth with both hands. That mobile had been hand made for her daughter; her baby that was stolen from her and forced to grow up without her loving parents.
David, oblivious to Mary-Margaret's reaction, fixed his gaze on the mobile. "I know this…this belonged to me…" David grimaced and rubbed his temples. "C'mon, remember!"
Mary-Margaret wiped her eyes and watched David.
David extended his hand and cupped the closest tiny glass unicorn. When he touched the mystical creature, his hand felt as if his hand were on fire! He drew back sharply, but the intense pain continued travelling up his arm and into his body.
His heart beat quickened and his breaths came shorter. "What's…wrong…with me?!" he cried to Mr. Gold and Mary-Margaret.
Suddenly, pictures began flashing in his head. A woman with sheep, a dragon, an angry king, a vain princess who looked like Kathryn, a bandit who looked like Mary-Margaret, little men, a wedding between him and Mary-Margaret, Mary-Margaret holding a baby girl, and black knights.
There was a jolt and David toppled backwards and crashed into one of Gold's shelves. Books and magical trinkets showered down around him.
Mary-Margaret rushed to his side, pushing things off him. "David! Are you alright?"
David grasped her hand and stared into her eyes. "Snow?" he croaked.
"Charming," Mary-Margaret whispered, hardly daring to believe he called her Snow.
David launched to his feet and grabbed Mary-Margaret. "Snow! Snow! Snow!" he shouted, hugging her close.
"You remember!" Mary-Margaret sobbed.
David tilted her head back and kissed her soundly on the lips. "Snow," he whispered again.
Mary-Margaret kissed him back, "Charming!"
Mr. Gold quickly exited the room as the reunion continued on. There would be plenty of time to speak to the couple later.
"What's going on?" David said after he decided he had kissed his wife enough for now.
"This is the land we've been cursed to," Mary-Margaret explained. She told him how she was the only one who remembered her life as Snow White and was cursed to live under her fake identity as the quiet and soft-spoken teacher, Mary-Margaret.
"How long was I asleep?" David asked.
Mary-Margaret looked away, "Twenty-eight years."
David gaped, "That long?!"
"I looked all over for you but Regina kept you hidden from me. One day, Henry, a little boy from my class, found you and asked me to read to you."
"That's when I woke up," David nodded. "I could hear you reading to me."
"But there's more," Mary-Margaret said, unable to keep this news from him. "Our baby is the key to breaking the curse!"
David's smile melted away. "But she's dead…"
"No, Charming, that's the best part! She's alive! We thought Rumpelstiltskin stole her and killed her, but we were wrong. He took her to protect her! Our baby is the key to breaking Regina's curse."
David looked confused, "But how do you know that she's alive?"
"She's here. She found us!"
David grasped his wife's hand, "She's here? She knows us?"
"Not exactly…" Mary-Margaret shook her head. "She's here but she doesn't know who we really are or who she really is. Henry brought her here. He's her birth mother; Emma Swan."
"Emma?" David's voice went hoarse again. "But she's…she's…"
"Grown. I know, Charming…I know. Time was frozen here until Emma got here. We never aged a day but Emma is a woman. We missed everything while we were stuck here." Mary-Margaret leaned into David and he wrapped his arms around her.
"I'm sorry…I wasn't there for you. I let you go through the pain alone." David's voice trembled as he spoke.
"You couldn't help it; it wasn't your fault," she whispered, burying her head into his shoulder.
The couple stood together for a long moment; Mary-Margaret safely in her husband's embrace as he soothingly rubbed her back.
"We need to talk to Gold," Mary-Margaret broke the silence and pulled back.
"Gold…" David looked over his shoulder. "Rumple."
"David, I know you're upset," Mary-Margaret reached up and placed her hands on his shoulders. "But listen to me, he might be our only hope right now. We have to at least hear him out."
