Slowly we are winding down in the time of the Enchanted Forest, as well as flashbacks. Now don't worry, I'll still be throwing in a few now and then for Biospecialist, but the next couple chapters after this and the following will focus on the Biospecialist date, Leo learning more about what he saw, and the introduction of a new character. You all know him a little, and I found he was the perfect candidate for…oh no, can't tell you. *River Song voice* Spoilers.


Chapter 8: Good-bye Skye

"Goodbye, Emma," –Snow White

Enchanted Forest

Phillip had experienced many things in life, but none of them were even as remotely terrifying as Snow White in labor.

And then there was the curse coming too.

As soon as Hansel had burst in alongside Doc a few hours ago to tell them that the curse was approaching them, Phillip had ordered the carpenters to hurry up the completion of the wardrobe. They had to get Snow to safety quickly, especially since she was about to give birth soon.

Thunder clapped outside and Phillip left his wife's side momentarily to shut the balcony doors to shield them from the chilling wind that had begun to blow in. Snow White screamed. He returned to her side immediately, rubbing her back and holding her hand.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" wailed Snow as she gripped Phillip's hand in a crushing hold. "I can't, I can't do this. I can't have her now."

"If there was something that I could do, I would do it," Doc supplied meekly from the foot of the bed. "But I can't. Babies come when they want to come."

Snow turned back to Phillip. Even though her eyes were red and her hair was in a tangled mess, she was still the fairest of them all in Phillip's eyes. "I should have said something sooner," she whispered tearfully, closing her eyes for a moment. "I'm sorry, Charming."

He shook his head. "Don't apologize. You did nothing wrong. Everything is going to be okay. And guess what?" He smiled at her. "We're going to have our daughter."

A small smile bloomed across his wife's face before a grimace replaced it and she shrieked. The door banged open and Hansel skidded into the room.

"The wardrobe," he panted, leaning against the wall. "It's…it's finished."

Snow White cried out again, and Hansel looked over at them. His eyes bulged and he stumbled back. "Ahhhhh!"

"Come on, let's go." Phillip made to pick up Snow in his arms to carry her to the wardrobe, but Doc stopped him.

"We can't move her now," the dwarf told him sorrowfully. "It's too late. She can't go."

Phillip's shoulders sagged, and he withdrew his arms from around Snow's body. "Hansel."

"Yeah?" the archer asked, a hand over his eyes.

"Get everyone inside the palace. Make sure they're all safe and with each other."

"Um, there's something else too."

Phillip's head shot up from murmuring comforts to his wife as soon as he heard the nervous tone in Hansel's voice.

"It's the Queen," Hansel told him. "She's coming."


"Mama, why are we going inside?" Lizzie asked curiously.

Lee studied his mother as she hefted Xander up a bit higher. She looked concerned, and she had every right to be. Still she put on a smile for her only daughter. "Because it's time to go in sweetie."

Lizzie pouted a bit, but kept up with them. Lee was thankful that he had been able to reach his family in enough time, but a sickening feeling churned in his stomach. The curse was coming, which meant that he would lose his memories soon. He wouldn't be able to remember his parents, Lizzie teaching him how to make flower chains, the first time he had been able to play knights with Grant, or even Xander's first steps. All those wonderful memories that had made him up would be gone.

A small arm tugged at his sleeve. Lee looked down to see Antoine gazing up at him worriedly. The little boy had been with his family, along with Leo and Jemma (who Grant never seemed to go anywhere without), when the smoke first appeared. "Are we gonna be okay?" he asked as Grant and Jemma came up beside him with Leo in tow. All of the younger kids looked frightened.

Lee sighed. "Yeah," he forced out. ""Everything's going to be fine. But just make sure you look out for each other, okay?"

All of them nodded silently, and they continued on their journey to get inside the safety of the palace walls. Despite the oncoming trouble, Lee was unable to resist a smile when he saw Grant and Jemma holding hands as they scurried ahead of him. The friendship between those two was adorable and strong. He hoped that in the new world, they could still be together and stay friends. One could only hope.

"Daddy!" shrieked Xander as their father came running toward them once they were inside the gates. He was in full battle gear, sword at his side and shield on his arm.

"Thomas!" Lee's mother put Xander into his arms and ran over to embrace her husband. "Oh, Thomas, it's coming! We need to get to safety."

"I know, Vivian," he said. "But the Evil Queen's army is coming, and the Queen is labour. The baby is due any minute, and-"

"Skye's coming!" Leo piped up happily. The little boy had a special relationship with the Queen that was just as sweet as Jemma and Grant's.

Thomas nodded. "Princess Skye, and yes, she is coming," he told the toddler before turning back to his wife. "You need to get all the children inside and hide with them. We'll hold them off, and then I will come find you."

"I'm coming too!" Lee announced, stepping forward. He had the chance to prove himself in battle now, and he wanted to take it.

But his father shook his head, and laid a hand on his shoulder. "It's dangerous out there, son," he remarked. "I don't want you to get hurt. But you can be a good boy by helping protect your mother and the other kids. Can you do that for me?"

Lee nodded, and hugged his father. After a few moments, he let go and went to embrace Grant, Lizzie, and Xander. Then he was off running up a staircase to the palace walls, likely to be assisting the archers. His mother ushered them inside and up to one of the towers where the other kids' parents would be. But just before he and Grant went up the staircase, he stopped his brother.

"Go up the staircase with Jemma," he encouraged, pointing to where the little girl had paused to wait for her friend. "I'm going to help Dad."

But Grant shook his head. "No, you can't," he whined. "Mama said we all hafta go up."

"I know, Grant," sighed Lee. "But Daddy needs help, and I have to go help."

"I'm coming too!" Grant declared stubbornly. "I can fight too. I'll beat up all the bad guys!"

His little brother's courage was there, but he still couldn't go into battle. Lee shook his head. "You're too young, they could kill you," he explained. "But while I'm gone, keep Jemma and Mama and the others safe, okay?"

Grant nodded, and Lee hugged his little brother. "I love you, Grant."

"Love you," Grant murmured in return before dashing up the staircase with Jemma.

Lee stood up and ran down the hallway to his room to grab his sword. He was going to help his father, and they would both come out alive and victorious.


"Are we ready?" Hansel asked Red as they armed themselves to go fight the Evil Queen's soldiers.

His best friend nodded. "Are you?" she returned, a little smirk on her face.

Hansel smiled and loaded his bow. "Let's do this. Just like Wonderland," he joked, remembering an adventure he, Gretel, and Red had shared with the Mad Hatter once.

She shook her head, but laughed. "You and I remember Wonderland very differently," she told him as they stepped out of the armory to meet a waiting Gretel.

In a tower high above, the cry of a newborn rang out.


The world they're grown up in was to be nothing but a lost memory soon, but all that Snow White was able to focus on was her newborn daughter.

Baby Skye was wrapped up in a blanket knitted by Red, who had been working on it ever since Snow had announced that she was pregnant. It was made of soft creamy wool with a turquoise ribbon threaded through the knitted folds on the side, and 'Skye' was stitched in turquoise thread on a small satin square near the bottom of the blanket. It held the most precious thing in the world to Snow White. Her beautiful daughter was settling down now after the squirming and crying she had done at first.

Phillip was beside her, crying with the same happiness she herself felt. Snow found herself examining the tiny features of her daughter. Every little thing about her was perfect, from the way her tiny fingernails looked to the way her nose scrunched up. She and Phillip were parents to the most amazing, beautiful girl in all the lands, and nothing would be able to tear-

"The wardrobe," she uttered as their situation suddenly came back to her. Snow White felt her tears growing sadder. "Phillip, it can only take one."

His face fell upon the realization. They wouldn't be able to get her and Skye to the new world; it was now too late. "Then we failed," he admitted, brushing his fingertip down Skye's tiny nose as she blinked at him with fascination. "At least we're together. As a family."

Snow White nodded as Skye wriggled around in her blanket. As she watched her daughter get comfortable, her mind began going over everything that had happened since they found out about the curse. Her thoughts fell back to the visit to Nicholas in the dungeon.

'She'll find us? She'll break the curse?' she'd asked.

'She will.'

Snow lifted her head up. Nicholas had told them this, and he never would lie about a thing like this. He had told them Skye would be okay, and that she would find them. They had a way to get her to safety and away from the effects of the curse. Hope could not be given up just because Snow White couldn't go. That didn't bother her. Her daughter's life and well-being came miles before her own.

"Take her," Snow told Phillip, holding their daughter toward him. "Take Skye to the wardrobe. Put her in with the book we got."

His eyes widened. "Snow, you can't mean…"

"I do," she said, wiping her eyes. "Nicholas said she would be the Savior and that she would break the curse and save us all. She has to go, Phillip. I don't want her to, but she has too. We have to give her her best chance."

Phillip nodded. Snow White drew her daughter close to her for one last glance at her child's features. The next time they would met, she would be a young women, not an infant. Her lips pressed a kiss on Skye's forehead, brushing against the tiny brown curls. "Good-bye, Skye," she wept. "I love you, sweetheart. Just know I will always love you."

Phillip bent down beside her as she placed Skye, who was beginning to grow crabby, in his strong arms. Snow pulled him close in a kiss, tasting the salt in both their tears. "Stay safe," she murmured. "I love you, Phillip."

"I love you, Snow White," he smiled reassuringly at her.

She watched as her husband and fussing daughter moved to the door. Phillip grabbed his sword with his free hand and looked at her. Snow nodded in conformation. He returned just before he ran out into the hallway, on his way to where Skye's nursery was.

As soon as he was gone, Snow fell back onto her pillows and screamed as tears poured down her cheeks. She had done the right thing, she knew it. But why did it have to hurt so much? She pondered this as she sobbed in agony over her child, her beautiful perfect Skye.


I wanted to get as much emotion into the last scene as possible. Don't know if I have succeeded in that, but I did my best.

Next chapter will show you Phillip's journey to the wardrobe and the fates of Lee, his father, and a few previously mentioned characters. It's going to be long, and between end of the year stuff I hope I can crank it out.

Please please leave a review! I'm dying to know what you guys thought. Anyone like the Wonderland joke?