*We've got a smidgeon of a skipper there. So a quick fast forward and a hopefully great Emma/Rumplestiltkin/Regina battle, goody goody gumdrops! Onto the story... MUSH!*
Dramatic Drama
Sitting at her desk at the sheriff's station, Emma waited for her usual lunchtime visit from Mary Margaret. Mary Margaret gave up on therapy barely a week after she started it. "Archie's gone crazy." She told Emma.
Emma was waiting for her baby to be here. She was six and a half months pregnant, and she was imagining the baby. It would have her blonde hair, naturally curling into spirals. His deep brown eyes and brilliant smile. Pale and thin and beautiful.
Her door opened, and the face in it wasn't the one she had wanted to see. "Mr. Gold." She breathed as he sat down on the bed behind the open cell door.
"Call me by my real name, dearie, it's Rumplestiltkin." Rumplestiltkin told her loudly. "Rumple will do though, little princess."
"Alrighty then." Well this was awkward. Emma smiled at the man anyways. "What can I do for you... Rumple?"
"There's a specific queen out after you, dearie." He explained. "You and your baby."
"Considering the only queen I know even distantly is the queen of England..."
"Queen Regina." He announced, then added coldly. "Some princess YOU turned out to be."
"There's nothing I can do about Regina."
"You can't, dearie, but your mommy and daddy can." He was implying something, but Emma couldn't figure out exactly what.
"The real question, I suppose, is why do you want to help me?" She was skeptical of his warning. What did he really want? He was a man of many faces, and everything he did was a bargain.
"I need you to help me find something. Something I lost many years ago."
"And what makes you think I can help?" She asked quietly.
"I lost someone, someone dear to me, or so I thought." Belle flashed into his mind. A tortured, pale soul, once the beautiful fair princess with a great heart and sparkling personality. Oh, how he missed her. "The queen has her locked up somewhere. Locked up just to slowly kill me. And I know only one person who can return our happy endings, no?"
"I don't think I can just find people. People you couldn't identify even if you wanted to." Emma knew he had a rebuttal by the glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"I could. And Regina has her, somewhere in Storybrooke I know."
"And if she's left I'm the only one who can get her." Emma finished the thought.
"Wrongo, dearie." He smirked as his hand hit her stomach. She shrugged it away. "The kid here is keeping you with us."
"That makes no sense!" She exclaimed, her hand rushing to her stomach as if wiping the Rumplestiltkin off her short. "I can leave, but now I can't!"
"The baby's daddy would certainly know that someone from Storybrooke..."
"Never leaves Storybrooke. I get it." Then Mary Margaret walked in. "Well, I'll try to help you Rumple."
"Rumple?" Mary Margaret asked dumbly.
"Well I'll leave you two lovely ladies." Rumple lowered his head and walked out.
"I swear, the people of this town are off their rockers." So Mary Margaret and Emma walked home and left the vacant sheriff station without any more words on the matter.
...later, at home, the two get some visitors...
Leroy escorted Henry into the apartment with hardly a word, until Emma addressed him. "Leroy, I haven't seen you in a while now."
"You don't come to the bar at Granny's anymore." He acknowledged the presence of her unborn child with a slight nod. "Though I see why."
"I was mostly referring to you haven't been locked up in a while." She added, Henry chuckling in the background while he hugged his favorite elementary school teacher.
"Henry, I haven't seen you in a while!" Mary Margaret squealed, anxiously returning the boy's happy hug. To her Henry Mills (technically Swan, she supposed) was family, he was like the son she never had. "Where have you been?"
"Oh, I was getting over laryngitis." He explained with a stifle of a cough. "My mom wouldn't let me get out of bed, much less go to school."
"I'm glad you're better kiddo." Emma smiled at her son as he ran to hug her as well.
"I got something for my sister." Henry stated and pulled a box from behind his back. It was wrapped in newspaper comics, like the Sunday comics, not the daily black-and-white thingamajigs. Henry and Emma sat on the couch, Mary Margaret sitting at Emma's side. Leroy sat on one of the dining room table chairs that Mary Margaret slid into the living room.
Emma pulled off the wrapping paper and opened the box, revealing a dazzling blue unicorn mobile, sculpted from beautiful crystals. " Henry, how could you afford to pay for this!" Emma hugged her son so tightly she wondered if he was still breathing. Diamonds so finely cut they couldn't be forgotten, Mary Margaret thought, knowing she had seen this somewhere before.
"Diamonds from the dwarf mines." Leroy added, remembering it all: the axe, Nova, Snow's potion, and little baby Emma who would come back to destroy the curse cast on her parents. "Each of us dwarfs made a gift for you, little princess." Leroy-no, Grumpy- explained. "Sleepy and Bashful made your crib, Happy and Dopey teamed up to make beautiful toys so you could be oh so happy. Sneezy and I, however, wanted to make you something truly unique, something only a dwarf could make: that mobile." He gestured to one diamond unicorn. "Nothing can break a diamond, that is, other than a dwarf's axe. And you, little princess, had a flock of unicorns... diamond unicorns at your fingertips. Oh yeah, and Doc made you a beautiful blanket." Emma pondered for a moment.
"A blanket?" She remembered the baby blanket she was found in, abandoned on the side of the road.
"Cream with purple details, I remember it well. Your mother" he glanced at Mary Margaret. "always liked that color."
"Say..." Henry had another genius plan. "If Doc made my mom's blanket, could he make one for the baby?"
"If we can find him, I'll be sure to ask." Grumpy nodded.
"And I think I know just where to look..."
*Where to look? What to name? Who will wake up next? Will Kathryn resurface? Will this Sunday's episode help us AT ALL? Review love!*