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"Wonderful!" Archie smiled. "I would love to accompany all of you to Mr. Nolan's but, I am kind of at work after all." He chuckled, but Mary Margaret sensed a nervousness to his tone.

"It's ok," Emma said. "I think this is something Mary Margaret needs to do on her own. If we all go rushing in there, nothing good will come of it."

"What exactly am I supposed to do again?" Mary Margaret asked, biting her lip.

Henry turned to answer, but instead answered with a question. "How much do you love him?"

Mary Margaret sighed and looked down. "More than anything," she said softly. "I mean….yeah, more than anything. I know it sounds crazy, but what I was seeing in those visions or whatever they were; it felt more right than anything I can remember. He's supposed to have a place in my life, and a big one. There's a hole that he fills." She trailed off with another sigh.

"You need to tell him that," Henry stated with a smile. "And let him know that remembering is ok too." Emma and Archie nodded in agreement. "Once he starts to remember too," Henry continued. "Things will continue to move forward with breaking the curse. Archie was right, true love is powerful and once you and David share it together, we'll definitely be on our way to breaking the curse!" He beamed with a childlike carefree optimism. It didn't matter what Regina did, or if Kathryn was there or any other obstacle that might come along. Mary Margaret could see that Henry believed true love made anything possible. His devotion almost made her want to believe it as well.

"Well then we best be setting off then," a faint smile tugged at Mary Margaret's lips.

"I'll drive you and then park around the corner and wait," Emma suggested, standing and pulling on her coat.

"What about me?" Henry asked.

"You need to get home mister," Emma replied sternly. "Your mother won't be at a meeting forever." The little boy sighed but didn't protest as he too readied to leave. Mary Margaret stood and wrapped her scarf, revelling in its warm softness for the slightest of moment.

"Well thank you for that….interesting meeting for sure," Archie smiled as he led them out.

"Thanks for helping me kind of make sense of things," Mary Margaret said with the slightest laugh. As the three of them turned to close the door to Archie's office, Henry managed a final farewell.

"Thanks Mr. Cricket!"

The last glimpse Mary Margaret caught of Archie's face was a sudden flash of recognition, quickly overwhelmed by confusion before the door closed between them. She frowned slightly, realizing how far they still had to go. It was all fine and dandy that some things were falling into place, but she knew that there was still much left unexplained, including that whole matter of Emma being her daughter. It made so much sense, yet no sense at all. Almost….almost like her love for David in fact. On what basis did she have reason to be this obsessed with him? She had just met him. She barely knew him. Yet if there was one thing Mary Margaret knew was for sure, particularly after that meeting with Archie, it was that David was meant to be in her life. It made no sense at all, but still felt more right than anything else.

The three of them piled into Emma's car and started towards the mayor's house to drop off Henry. No one spoke, and for that Mary Margaret was grateful, she needed to emotionally prepare herself for what was to come. She felt that maybe Emma sensed that, and the blonde woman's silence was a reflection of that respect for Mary Margaret's pondering. Henry on the other hand was furiously leafing through his book in the back seat, not saying a word but his eyes alit with curiosity. When they finally pulled up to the sprawling mansion of the mayor, he hastily stuffed his book back into his backpack.

"Thank you!" he waved to Emma as he slid out of the seat, but paused just as he was about to close the car door. "And Ms. Blanchard," he said. "Listen to what your heart says. And keep on trying to remember." With a wave, he shut the door and ran inside the house. Mary Margaret sat back in her seat for a moment, contemplating what the little boy had just said.

"That kid has a moral compass beyond his years," Emma commented.

"He gets it from his mom," Mary Margaret smiled.

With a faint flush of pride, Emma turned and looked at Mary Margaret, her face growing curious. She motioned as if the speak, and then seemed to brush the idea away. With confusion still in her eyes, Emma turned back to face the road and slowly edged the car back into the lane. Mary Margaret knew that for a moment Emma had contemplated her own parental origins, and Mary Margaret felt both awkward and confused at that idea. Mostly confused though. David, she said to herself, right now you need to focus on David.

With the smallest of sighs, Mary Margaret repeatedly clasped and unclasped her hands, attempting to calm a racing heart as she did just that and focused on what was going to happen when they reached his house. She was going to go and profess her love to a married man. At his own home. Where his wife might be waiting. What sane person would do that? And this love, she couldn't even fully describe where it came from. It was just a part of her, a part that couldn't go away. She had tried and tried to push it aside, and now that she was committed to accepting it, the prospect of actually having him do the same…it seemed too unlikely. But then again, so much that had happened lately seemed too unlikely.

With a jolt, Mary Margaret realized that the car was stopping and they were on David's street. Her heart raced and she felt like telling Emma to just turn around and go back. Sounding confident and committed like she had back in Archie's office was one thing, actually doing it was entirely another.

"What if Kathryn's there?" she asked Emma desperately.

Emma squinted as she peered ahead on the simple residential street. "I don't think you have to worry about that," she said, motioning for Mary Margaret to look. Up ahead, she watched as a small white Honda pulled out of one of the driveways. His driveway. The car started towards where they were parked and drove past. As it passed, Mary Margaret caught a glimpse of a familiar blonde head. Kathryn. "Perfect timing," Emma said with a smile.

"Did you have a plan for me if she had been home?" Mary Margaret asked.

"You would've just said you were collecting donations for some charity or something," Emma said simply, brushing off Mary Margaret's question. "But anyways, you don't have to deal with her now. Go on and do this!" As if to accentuate her point, Emma reached across and opened to car's passenger door. Hesitantly, Mary Margaret stepped out and with the slightest wave shut the door. Taking a deep breath, she paused for a moment and simply looked at his house. She was here. She was doing this. Trying to call upon that self-confidence and determination she had felt earlier, Mary Margaret started down the street. Once she reached his house she stopped again, flashing Emma a quick thumbs up before proceeding up the walk. Before she knew it, she was ringing the doorbell. A faint gonging reverberated throughout the house, followed by a thumping noise and finally the door cracking open. And then there he was.

"David," she allowed herself the smallest gasp.

His blinked for a moment, seeming to take in the full extent of who she was. "Sn…" he started and then stopped himself. "Mary Margaret."

Taking a deep breath, Mary Margaret let loose everything that she wanted to say. "David I know this might sound crazy, but I can't get you out of my head. Everywhere I go it's like you're always at the back of my mind. I tried so hard to not let it get to me. You have a wife for god's sake! But I just can't. I can't," she gasped and felt a tear slide down her cheek. "I don't want to be a bad person, and I thought that loving you like I do was a bad and evil thing. But the way I feel for you, there shouldn't be anything bad about it at all. It's pure….love. Yeah, love. There's been this empty hole in me for the longest time and the perfect and only piece to fill it is you. Now I don't know if you feel the same way, but you can't deny there's something between us. Something we need to figure out! Last night on the toll bridge, I walked away because I didn't want to be that bad person. But I realize now, I-I can't be without you. I can't." She felt a small sob wrack her body as she trailed off. With a deep breath, Mary Margaret felt her gaze fall to her feet. She was afraid of what he was going to say next.

"Mary Margaret I-" David started and trailed off. Suddenly Mary Margaret felt his strong hands on the side of her face as he tilted her head up to face him. Before she knew it, she was kissing him.

Once again Mary Margaret found herself in another place. This time though, she saw nothing. She heard nothing. Nor did she smell or feel anything. It was all a rush of darkness. This darkness lasted for several seconds, though as far as she knew it could have been hours or days, before she felt a sense of the consciousness return. It started in her lips, a fiery tingling that spread it's warmth to the rest of her body. Now she felt the hard surface she was laying on. She smelt the bitter scent of pine and heard the rustling of leaves around her. As well, she heard the hushed breathing and murmurings of many people. Mary Margaret felt herself open her eyes and gasp. But that gasp was contained by the mouth of David pressed closely against hers. She savoured the kiss for several moments before feeling him pull away. "Snow," he exclaimed softly, and she saw pure love in his eyes. "James," she replied in almost a whisper.

With a start Mary Margaret returned to reality only to find herself still kissing David. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms tightly around his neck. He seemed to feel the same, and passionately continued to kiss her.

"There is nothing evil or bad about this," she heard him say as he pulled away for a moment before diving back into the kiss. "I love you."

Those three words seemed to unlock a wave of pure joy in Mary Margaret's mind. "I love you too," she managed to say between kisses. Nothing had ever felt more right than being there on his doorstep with him.