A/N: WOOOW I didn't expect THAT much reviews when I posted chapter 9, but it was interesting to see what one little sentence can do ;) Maybe I should kill Emma more often^^ NOO just kidding don't worry. I've almost expected that you guys want her back and I'll see what I can do. ;) BUT THANK YOU ALL so much for the reviews, favs and follows. It was a great way for me to start the new year.
I have to thank IaMcHrIsSi and ladywolf101 for the revise, encouraging me, giving me ideas and just being AWESOME! You're really the best!
Okay I hope you like it.
She was dead. Her daughter was dead.
She was Snow White, a fairytale-character in a world without magic, daughter of King Leopold, stepdaughter of Regina –the Evil Queen–, a former thief, wife of King James, and a Queen in the Enchanted Forest. And now, she was the mother of the Savior, the Savior that was killed. And there was nothing she could do to change it.
Emma really was dead, laying in front of her and getting colder with each second that passed. Snow knew that there was no getting her back. The heart monitor told her as much as well as the large blast that came with the insistent flat line.
Snow clung to her daughter, holding her as tight as she could. She even tried to kiss her awake several times, not wanting to accept the inevitable. Hours passed; nothing happened. No magical force doing the impossible like it always did; there was no response from Emma at all. Snow had lost her daughter again, this time forever.
If she'd ever thought that letting Charming take Emma to the wardrobe was the hardest thing she'd ever had to face, this moment proved her wrong. At least Emma had a chance, back then she knew there was hope. Now everything was lost. No hope, no family, no future, no Emma. Her tears were already drained when she felt two strong arms on her shoulder, trying to take her away from her daughter. Snow didn't need to look back to know who tried this, she knew these hands well enough. Her husband had finally found her.
"Snow you need to let go." Charming whispered, voice barely audible, broken just like both their hearts. But Snow just shook his hands off, tightening her grip on her daughter. When he moved to grab her again, she growled at him, her voice not able to produce anything near productive.
"The last time I let go of her, she was sent to a land where no one loved her or even cared for her. Where she was hurt, beaten, and had to endure things I don't want to even think about. She was all alone this time, without a mother to love her and show her how sweet and perfect she was, without ME. I will never let go of her again James. Never." Snow voice was just as weak as James's. Then, she turned around for the first time.
Through her tear-swollen eyes she could see that her husband didn't come alone. Red was also there along with her grandmother and the seven dwarves. Everyone stared at her with pity in their eyes, just seeing Snow that way brought them to the edge of tears. She didn't want their pity; she just wanted her daughter back.
She finally had everything back she always wanted, her husband, her friends, her memory, her whole life but Snow would trade it all in a heartbeat if it meant she would get her baby girl back.
They sedated Snow a few minutes ago; her grip on Emma slowly got weaker until James could carry her to another hospital bed. They took the time to take Snow and James's daughter out of the room. James asked them to wait with the funeral preparations until he could say goodbye to his daughter. Now, he had to take care of Snow. As cruel as it was, Emma wouldn't be leaving anytime soon. Snow's grief would only climb, threatening to drown her; she needed him.
"Emma. Emma, don't go. No! No, Emma! Don't leave me! Don't leave! I just found you, I need you!" Snow whimpered in her sleep, turning around, thrashing in the bed. She cried out, her screams hoarse. She cried out until her husband took her in his arms, giving her the comfort she desperately needed.
"Maybe you should ask a doctor look after her, James." Granny suggested worried, never has she seen this young, strong woman so broken and desperate, and she'd seen Snow in a lot of situations. It was impressive what the girl could take without the bat of an eye, but Granny feared that this would break the strong woman forever.
Even if Granny and her own daughter had their differences and lived different lifestyles, not seeing each other for a long time, she was still her daughter, and the old woman had loved her and at least had a chance to know her. She decided herself that the separation from her daughter was for the best, for Red and for herself. But Snow never had that option; she had nothing like that, not after nine month of constantly worry about her little girl. Snow had barely a few minutes with her and now she would never get the chance to know her daughter and be the mother she'd always wanted to be.
"The whole hospital staff has gone to search for their families and friends; nobody's here. Doc is the only one who could look after her." Red replied numbly, her eyes still locked on her broken best friend.
It wasn't fair. Snow had been so overjoyed when she found out that she was pregnant, smiling all day and picturing the things she'd do with her baby girl. If Red ever thought that Snow couldn't be any happier after her wedding, she was proved wrong. Snow always seemed to float over the ground, beaming with joy and flying up in space for happiness. She didn't deserve this; hell, no one deserved this, but Snow especially didn't. This pure, innocent, believing heart was broken in thousands of pieces, and they all knew that nothing could fix that ever again, no one but Emma, who was lost forever.
"Charming?" Snow whispered, slowly awakening. Her voice stuck in her throat, raspy from screaming and crying.
"I'm here sweetheart." David reassured her instantly, kissing her temple for reassurance.
"Please tell me it was a dream. Please." She begged brokenly, not daring to open her eyes yet.
"I'm sorry, Snow." He answered weakly. When she slowly awakened, she could feel it. Her heart was heavy in her chest, and her mind seemed to have lost the connection she always had with Emma. Or, more, the connection was still there but nothing came over it, like a lost signal. Emma was dead. The feelings she normally got from her daughter were numb, gone.
"This is my fault, she died because of me." Snow said as she started to cry again. Her mind played over the broken picture of Emma lying on the ground in their apartment. She had gone to work, even when she knew she shouldn't. She knew, and she didn't listen. Look what that cost her.
"No that's not true, and you know it. There's nothing you could have done to avoid this." David said, trying to calm his wife who was struggling to get out of his grip.
"Yes it is! I sent her to this world all alone. I convinced her to stay in Storybrooke when she wanted to leave because I wanted her here, and I left her alone this morning, even if I knew that this wasn't a simple stomachache and that it would get worse. It was exactly like Evan all over again. The same symptoms: pain, dizziness, stomachache, vomiting, and she denied it too and then died hours after. Appendix rupture! Something so simple, and I wasn't able to see it because this damn curse didn't let me connect the dots. She would still be alive James! I killed our daughter!" Snow cried desperately, twisting herself out of his grip. She scooted away from him, her needing to be alone getting the better of her.
"No, no, no, stop thinking like that, Snow! Listen to me; it wasn't your fault! You did nothing wrong. If anyone is to blame, it's Regina. She created the curse; it's her and her magic that did all of this. Her magic is just too powerful to be stopped." Snow's head snapped up instantly.
"You're right! You're absolutely right! Magic is powerful. It can do anything." Snow rambled to herself, a new hope in her voice. "I'm sure it can also bring Emma back. It has to; it can do anything." She jumped out of the bed with a new determination in her eyes. A determination that made James's stomach flip with unease.
"Wait, what are you planning to do? Snow, you can't bring back the dead." James says softly, trying to make his wife see reason.
"I'll get our daughter back. If magic ripped her from us, then it also can bring her back to us."
"No, Snow please! Magic's dangerous, something that you shouldn't be messing with. I beg you stay here and rest. I can't lose you, too." David pleaded standing in front of his wife and letting her see all of his fear. But Snow just smiled sadly back at him and touched his cheek softly.
"You felt it too, didn't you? The pain in your heart, the moment Emma died and even before, during my call." She asked softly; he just nodded, not really understanding where his wife was going.
"Then you know why I have to do this. This pain never subsided. I still feel it fresh in my heart, like the moment she left us for good. I'll have to fix this, I have to get her back, or you'll lose me anyway. I have nothing left to give her but this." Snow whispered softly, wiping back a single tear that made its way down his cheek.
She didn't need to explain that; he felt exactly like Snow but held himself together. Of course he was devastated, but he needed to be strong for his wife. If he fell apart now who would be there for her?
"I'm coming with you." He insisted, but Snow stopped him instantly.
"No, please stay here. As ridiculous as it may sound, I don't want her to be alone anymore." She said, her voice full of regret. David nodded softly.
"I understand, and you're right, but I don't want you to go alone either. Red, would you?" He asked with a pleading look, acknowledging for the first time the two women who were with them.
"Of course I will." Red replied softly, taking a step forward instantly to grab Snow's hand in comfort. Snow tried to form a small smile at her friend; it didn't reach her eyes. It was useless to try; it'd never reach her eyes with Emma gone. It felt like all of her joy had been ripped from her.
She needed her daughter back, and she would get her back. She knew only one person who would be able to grant her that wish. Rumplestiltskin. The price won't be a problem; she would pay whatever he wanted as long as he brought her baby back. Leaving the room with Red close behind, her last thought was what got her through. The price wouldn't matter because she truly wouldn't have anything left to give if Emma never came back.
A/N: SOOO there it is. HOPE, the most important thing anyone can have! You guys wanted it and here it is.
But what can Rumple really do without magic being in Storybrooke? Maybe Snow has to life with the loss of her daughter like anyone else...
Chapter 11 will give you the answeres so look forward to it and review to let me know what you think. When it was to depressing to OOC or just NO than tell me too, I want to improve of course. Thanks.