Whoa, what did just happen? Yup, I changed the chapters title (because these quotes are too long) and decided that I will usefor each chapter a Murphy quote. My friend suggested it - unknowingly - when she read this story. She just mentioned that Murphy's laws are s oaccurate here - and that comment was all I needed. :D Thanks again for that! ;)

I hope you like 'em ;)

If you think you are doing the right thing, chances are it will back-fire in your face.

Mary Margaret sat up slowly and stared at the flames as she spoke. "It's strange… ever since I woke up and saw you, I've had the strangest feeling like we've met before." She looked at Emma. "I mean… I know it's crazy."

Emma felt relieved. So she did remember something. She just couldn't place her yet.

Well, a gentle nudge can't hurt, right?

"Can you remember where we met?" But Mary Margaret shook her head.

"But the last clear memory I have is somehow connected with you." She turned her head back to the fire. "I remember when Geppetto said the wardrobe was ready. But Doc said it was too late. Charming was there, he helped me. Then that moment…" Tears formed in her eyes as she dug deep in her memory. "The happiest moment in my life. I held my baby, my little girl. She was so tiny and beautiful, I couldn't imagine how a miracle like her could exist…" The tears started streaming down her face as she continued. "But the happy moment passed when I realized something. Something terrifying. The wardrobe - it only took one. It was the hardest decision of my entire life, but I had to steel myself and tell Charming to take her to it. No matter what would happen to us, she had to have her best chance…" Her voice cracked at the last word.

Emma sat petrified opposite her. She was listening to the brunette and somehow found herself lost in the story. She could see how everything happened. She had read Henry's book, but the way the other woman spoke – she really believed she'd been there. That she had lived through it.

Emma shivered as she realized how badly she wanted to believe that it all was true. If Henry was right then Mary Margaret – the strange woman who was sitting in front of her – could really be her mother. She allowed herself a few moments of weakness and imagined it was really true.

Although she expected bitterness and sadness when she pictured the brunette being her birth mother, she felt something else entirely. Earlier, when she imagined what it would be like when she met her parent for the first time, it involved cursing their asses out. Big time. But when she looked at the strangely familiar face of her best friend, she knew she could never do something like that. She loved her too much already. As a friend, as a sister she didn't really know how exactly, but Emma had to admit that Mary Margaret was the first and only person she had opened herself up to. That constant and surprisingly strong bond between them now seemed to make sense.

When Emma pretended that Mary Margaret or Snow White – whatever she called herself – was her mother, she felt warm and happy beyond imagination. And also sad and abandoned, but she had gotten used to those feeling over the years. It surprised her how easily she could accept such nonsense.

Yeah, because I'm not in a different world right now and didn't just talk to Merlin who didn't give us a magical compass to guide us home. Nah, that would be too absurd.

As she cleared her throat and kept her own tears at bay, Emma looked back at the other woman. Snow stopped crying and gazed into the blaze again. Emma started quietly. "And what happened to her? Your kid?"

Snow looked up as if she had just realized someone else was there with her. A pale smile widened on her face. "She got away. I believe she is in your land now. However she is all alone, and unprotected…" She sighed. "That's why I have to find her. I will always find her."

Somehow, hearing these words Emma became jealous of this girl she didn't even know. Snow would do anything to protect her, to be with her.

"My little Emma…" Snow sighed again with longing.

Emma still felt that mixture of emotions inside, but now another unexpected wave of emotions tore through her whole being. She realized two things at once. First, now she wasn't thinking about the brunette as her flatmate anymore. She still could find traces of Mary Margaret inside the woman, but she was an entirely different person. And Emma realized she quite liked this person. Also, she immediately accepted her as Snow White. A fairytale character. Under normal circumstances she probably would have never even considered that such thing could be true. But in this situation it was easier to adjust to crazy things like that.

The other thing she understood was the fact that she and the girl Snow was talking about were the same person. However impossible that would be. She was the little girl Snow sent through the wardrobe. She wasn't abandoned – she was saved. Her parents loved her and that's why they sent her away.

And that was it. She couldn't handle the situation anymore. It was too much, too soon and too freaking absurd for her. Tears rolled down her face and she wanted to run away – far, far away, back to the time she didn't know all this, when she was reasonably furious and blamed her parents for leaving her. All her life she was certain of those things. And now, she had to realize they weren't true. Her whole life was a lie. And she felt more alone than ever.

Emma didn't really think things through, she got up quickly and started running in the woods. The anger inside her now came to the surface and she was crying as she rushed through the forest. She could hear the other woman – she didn't dare to think about her at all – was shouting her name and Emma knew she had started following her, but she didn't care. All she knew was that she wanted to get away from all this madness and regain at least a little bit of sanity.

She didn't pay attention to where she was going and she didn't notice the white rabbit until the last second. It hopped in front of her, and she tried to dodge it in vain, but she lost her balance and fell into a tree.

But when she expected she would reach the ground, all Emma could feel was falling.

She was falling down into the rabbit's hole.