A/N: Bet you weren't expecting a new chapter so fast, were you? I wasn't expecting to write one, but this chapter would not leave me alone and refused to go away until I wrote it. It's a tiny bit shorter than I usually like to write, but it was just the perfect place to end the chapter. Enjoy! We're drawing closer to the end. It's about to get a bit chaotic.

Emma groaned as Dr. Whale pressed against the now swollen and bruised skin over her clearly broken arm. He made a face. "We're going to need to x-ray that arm again. Make sure that you didn't cause anymore damage to it." He motioned for a nurse who smiled at him. "Clara, will take you to x-ray. Once they've been read, I'll come back in here to see you." Emma nodded.

She stood up and watched as James and Snow clung to her sides carefully. "I am able to stand on my own two feet, I promise." Emma sighed. "Please, wait here, and watch Henry." She made a face. Snow and James nodded, as she followed Nurse Clara to the x-ray room.

Emma hadn't been conscious the first time, so she paid careful attention to Clara's movement as she walked down the hallway. She came to a sudden stop and pulled a large door open. "Go on inside, Miss Swan. The technician will take the x-ray's, and send you back to your room. Dr. Whale will be back with you shortly."

Emma gave the nurse a curt nod, before entering the large room. "Miss Swan? A tall, lean looking young man asked, walking forward. Emma hadn't remembered seeing him before, not that she knew everyone in Storybrooke." She nodded. "Can I see you're wrist band please?" He asked. Emma held up her wrist. He sighed, before looking her up and down. "Alright. Any questions before we start."

Emma eyed the technician for a moment. "Does it hurt?" She asked, her lips puckering. Not sure that she could take any extra pain. Even though Dr. Whale knew that her arm was broken, he refused to give her any medication to help with the pain until he knew if she had damaged her arm any worse. Which according to Dr. Whale, would likely call for surgery.

"Unfortunately, it will probably cause you a great deal of discomfort. I do apologize for that, but there is no way around it."

Emma nodded. "Okay, I'll try to keep the cursing to a minimal."

He smiled. "That is quite alright, Miss Swan. I am sure that I've heard it all and a whole lot worse. Believe me, things do not get worse than a drunk Leroy with a broken nose. That was quite an interesting night." Emma laughed, but he could feel the tension rolling off of her from where she was standing. "I just realized that I haven't even introduced myself. How rude of me." He smiled softly. "I'm Marko." Emma smiled at the unusual name, wondering if the young man was going by his fairytale name or his real world name.

"Nice to meet you." Emma said softly.

Marko nodded his head. "Let's get this going so we can get you patched up, and back home."

Emma nodded her head. "That sounds like a plan, Marko." She said, her nose wrinkling at the weirdness of the name.

He had her sit in a chair next to the x-ray machine, and lay her arm on the table. His nose wrinkled at the painful appendage. "I bet that hurts like a bitch." Marko stated. "Excuse my language." He shook his head.

"Oh, I assure you, you're about to hear much worse than that."

Marko smiled. "That maybe, Miss Swan, but my mother taught me manners. Using language like that in front of a lady is not something that a young man should do."

Emma sighed. Oh he was definitely using his fairytale name, because God knows, no real person talks like that. "It's quite alright, Marko. I assure you that no 'lady' is supposed to curse like a sailor, but I can promise you that if this hurts too badly-" She smiled as her sentence trailed off.

He simply smiled back at her, and then wrinkled his nose. "I'm sorry ahead of time." He said simply, before readjusting her arm.

Emma bit her lip as he told her to hold the position. After what felt like a lifetime of gut-wrenching pain, Emma was able to place her arm in a less painful position. Breathing deeply, and praying that her stomach would be able to hold back it's contents, that were currently tumbling around uncomfortably, she eyed him carefully.

Five more painful positions later, found Emma with tears rolling down her cheeks that were red from the amount and level of swearing that had come from her lips. She seriously hoped that she hadn't scarred Marko for life with her creative swears that left most red in the cheeks. He smiled sadly at her. "Alright, all done."

Emma nodded, and pulled her throbbing arm into her body, daring anyone to attempt to touch it. Walking slowly toward the curtained off room that she had accompanied only ten minutes earlier. She found her father pacing in front of the curtain, back and forth. His eyes met hers. The tears and fear etched in them caused her stomach to drop. "Dad?"

"They're gone." He whispered, as a pained gasp escaped his lips. "I went to get Henry some water, and when I got back they were gone. Snow's purse is still in the room and there was no note." His eyes met hers, and she knew that he didn't think they left by choice. A pained scream left her mouth as she realized who had a hand in this.

Henry cried as Snow held him close. "Shut him up!" The voice called from the front seat.

Snow had never heard the voice before, which gave her a slight clue as to who it was. "Balefire."

"Shut up!"

Snow's body stiffened as she felt the cold barrel of a gun press against the back of her head. Her body shook, both from fear for her and her grandson and from the sobs that was causing Henry's body to jerk. "I want my mom." Henry sobbed out.

"Ssh, Henry. I know. It's okay. Emma will find us. Emma and James."

A grunt came the front of the vehicle. "If I have to tell you two to shut up again, I'll forget my plan and plant a bullet in the back of both of your head's. So I suggest you both shut up."

Snow closed her eyes and willed the tears to stay in place. She needed to stay brave for Henry, but she couldn't help but feeling slightly out of her element here. She had never faced off against someone with a gun. A sword? Sure. A bow and arrow? Of course. Not a gun. She wasn't even entirely sure how to get the upper hand against someone with a gun. For now, she would wait. Praying that Emma and James would save them.

Against her own better judgment, and before she did something potentially stupid, Snow placed Henry behind her. Once she was certain he was out of the direct line of the gun or a stray bullet, Snow turned back toward the front of the van. There was someone driving that she couldn't see, but she was certain that it was either Regina or Rumpelstiltskin, neither was her favorite choice. However, the man with the gun, the one she assumed to be Balefire, was in plain view. "Balefire, think about this."

He grunted. "That is not my name, and that God-forsaken man is not my father!"

Snow bit back a smile. She had hit a nerve, and knew she could use this. If she could keep his attention on Rumpelstiltskin, she could come up with a plan or even perhaps get the upper hand. Regina was an evil witch, that much was simple, but she wasn't the gun toting type. Snow knew that if she could get the gun away from Balefire, then she would have the upper hand.

"He is you're father, Balefire."

Balefire turned in his seat to glare at her. "Really? The man that chose power and darkness over his own son? The man that never breaks a deal, would rather break one with his son then go to a place where his powers would be useless. Yeah, right. Fantastic father he turned out to be."

Snow barely knew the story. Only what Emma had managed to tell her. From what she remembered, Rumpelstiltskin had made a deal with his son, that if he could find a way to rid him of his powers, he'd do it. However, Balefire's plan was for his father and himself to come to this world, where Rumpelstiltskin's powers would be useless. When faced with the actual choice, Rumpelstiltskin had been a coward, who watched his son disappear through the magical portal. Afterward, he had regretted his decision, but it was far too late for that. Snow couldn't begin to imagine dealing with life in this world all on you're own at such a young age. Which caused her thoughts to drift to Emma.

"Balefire, you're father is a cowardly man. I won't deny you that, but if it helps, he regretted his decision every single day."

He sneered at Snow. "Oh yeah, that makes me feel so much better. You have no idea what life was like for me here."

Snow sighed. "No, but Emma does."

Balefire cringed. "Be that as it may, she has to pay for what she did to me. It's her fault that I ended up in prison after all."

Snow pointed at him. "Is it not your fault that Emma was in prison? That she was forced to give up her child to that evil-" Snow bit her lip to keep the curses from slipping from her lips. Normally she wouldn't care, but cursing in front of her grandson was not something she relished. "witch?" The van that they were in swerved slightly, and Snow could see a clenched hand on the steering wheel. She smiled softly. "Hello, Regina. I wasn't entirely sure it was you, but you just showed you're cards."

Balefire grunted. "Shut up." It was whisper as he glared at her. "Otherwise, my partner will pull over, and I will be forced to harm you both. You don't want that do you? I have no plans to kill either of you, but I will if you force me to."

Regina grunted, and Snow could hear her whisper something. Her eyes went wide. Emma had been right. He had offered her custody of Henry in order for her. Snow's stomach tumbled at the thought of that woman raising her grandson. Snow would much rather die, than see that happen.

Emma paced the small floor space in front of the hospital bed she was supposed to be lying in. "Alright, did you hear anything?" Emma asked, the sheriff in her taking over. If she pretended like this wasn't her mother or son that was missing, then she'd have a better chance of finding them.

James thought back, he thought he had heard a muffled scuffling noise, but he hadn't thought much about it at the time. He gulped slightly, praying that his wife and grandson weren't hurt. "I think I heard a scuffling noise. I didn't think much of it at the time, but-"

Emma nodded. "It could have been them."

James face grew pale. If he had rushed toward them when he heard the noise, he might have been able to save them. He felt sick, as his head fell into his hands.

"Dad." Emma's voice called out, as she placed a hand on his shoulder. They both couldn't break down, no matter how badly Emma might want to. At least Henry wasn't alone, that's what she kept telling herself. Finally Emma got James to look at her. "Letting ourselves lose control isn't going to help us find them."

James nodded, he knew his daughter was right. Looking at her in that moment. The determined set of her jaw and her blue eyes tried to hide the fear that she felt. James had never known his daughter, he hadn't been there to see her grow into the woman she is now, and it killed him. However, seeing the strength in her at this moment made his heart swell with pride. "You're right, Emma." He stood up, straightened his back and waited for Emma to take the lead since she seemed to have her act together better than he did.

"I just need to tell Graham what's going on. I don't want him to think we just left him here."

James placed a hand on Emma's good arm, and pointed at the still mangled piece of flesh that was still cradled to her chest. "You're arm."

"Will still be there when we find my son and mother." Emma said firmly, her lips set into a thin line. A broken arm was nothing compared to what could be happening to them. She'd rather see the damn thing cut off then lose one of them because she had to get her arm tended to first.

James merely nodded, knowing he'd never talk her into staying. He watched as she started to walk off. Right as her foot lifted to take the fifth step her cell phone started to ring. Emma had trouble yanking the device from her jean pocket with only one arm, but once she did, her face paled. Accepting the call, she pressed the device to her ear. "Hello?" James waited half a beat before rushing up beside his daughter who turned white as a ghost. Finally she whispered. "Mom."

I apologize for the cliffhanger, was it necessary? No, probably not. However, it was fun. So review, perhaps I'll update quickly.