AN: All small reports done. All exams done. Now I just need to finish my dissertation.

Anyway, sorry this is just a short chapter of Adam and Snow having a chat. The next two chapters will probably be similar (I wanted it all to be in one but I also wanted to upload something). I'm thinking about Emma and Henry getting to say something in the next chapters. They really haven't had much to do and you guys seem to have problems with both of them so I want to redeem them. If there's anything that you think will improve their characters' or if you think the next two chapter ideas' are boring review or PM me. I love reading what you guys think, good or bad.

Snow asked the others to leave his cell about 10 minutes ago. It took 5 of those minutes for them to actually agree to leave and then another 5 for either mother or son to say something.

"Tell me about your life," Mary Margaret says, unable to take her son staring at her blankly anymore. "Your real life. No lying this time."

"Why?" he asks, giving her a confused chuckle. "Because I can tell you this, Snow, you cannot fix it. You cannot fix me."

"You're not broken," she states as if she's more sure of it then the ground beneath her feet.

Adam lets out a sharp laugh. "You have me locked up," he lifts his hands and clinks his chains for emphasis, "Gods know where so I won't hurt my family and you don't think I'm broken?"

"Adam, please, I need to know what you went through."

He sighs, "Why bother? The others seem content to just let me rot here. Where is 'here' anyway?" he asks trying to get more information about where he is. One of the most important things to know about when facing an enemy is your surroundings. They can be used against your foe in a way they never thought. Adam has won a fight or two because some idiots never think they're going to trip over a tree root.

"We're under the hospital." Under the hospital, huh? Well he already knows how to get out of the hospital, that's one less thing he has to worry about. "And we all want to help you. You're family, Adam, we love you."

A harsh bark of laughter escapes his lungs making Mary Margaret jump slightly and he rubs the spot over his heart. "You do not love someone because they are family. Just look at Cora." He shakes his head. "But then again what do I know of family… or love."

"You're heart really is in your chest, isn't it?"

He nods his head, "As black as night. Don't worry you'll catch up soon."

There's silence for a while. Snow continues to think of ways to get through to her son. She wishes he didn't have to be locked-up down here. It would be so much easier to show him he can be better than just telling him. Regina only started coming around when she was able to do good not just told she could. She thinks about how much Henry is helping in her change. Even while he constantly fought her, Regina has someone who wants… needs her to be good. She doesn't understand how Adam can't see that his family wants him, that they're there for him. Although she sees how Emma and David look at him, as if they need their guard up around him, she doesn't think that Adam would truly hurt them. She won't let herself.

While Snow seems to be lost in her own little world, Adam looks over at the desk sitting under the window, spotting several books placed on top. They think he's going to be down here long enough to read them. He scoffs internally, good to know they have faith in a quick redemption. He wonders about the items in the desk's draws. He doubts there's anything useful in there. While he would never express it aloud, he doesn't think his family is stupid enough to put anything worth his time in there. Although, he could be wrong he's sure Regina would have stopped them putting the door keys or a knife in there.

"Have you ever felt it?" Snow's sudden question snaps Adam thoughts back to the present, "Love?"

He opens his mouth about to lie and protect himself as he always does but look at where lying has gotten him, chained up in the basement of a hospital. What is it with Mills women and locking people up in basements?

"I thought I did… but looking back at it I think it was just a fucked up hope."

"Hope?"

"Hope that you would come for me." A sad smile appears on his face. Can't break the happy façade completely, he thinks sardonically. "I'm ashamed it took me so long to realise that you weren't coming for me." His hand goes to his heart again, remembering the pain he felt in Emma's nursery a little over a decade ago.

"We didn't remember you."

"That doesn't stop the fact that I grew up thinking you left me to die."

Cora only told him about the curse a month or two before his visit to his family's castle. When he was a kid, he was so confused as to why his parents had left him. Why wouldn't they want him? The pirate had a few opinions that he constantly enjoyed sharing with the angry child. Cora would only reply with, 'why would anyone want you?', when he asked before going about whatever she was doing before being interrupted.

He didn't understand Cora's constant mood swings either. One minute she was teaching him; to read and write, magic, telling him stories, and then he would say something and she would just change. He would always do something wrong, so he started thinking he couldn't do anything right. That he was bad and when he embraced it… only then did things become fun.

After recovering from the revelation of Adam's anger, a tear still running down her face, Snow stands up from the chair that belongs to the desk and moves closer to the bed. Adam sees her intention to try to reassure him with physical contact.

"Don't," he says through clenched teeth, letting the darkness leak into his voice. The hand she has reached out to touch his knee snaps back to her stomach to be held by the other. "This isn't something that can be so easily fixed. You can't just tell me you love me, pat my knee, and expect everything to be fine."

"I… How do I fix it?"

He releases a heavy sigh. "Admitting something is broken is always a good start," he says faking his most sincere smile, the truth getting boring. Although cracking heads has always been his way of dealing with obstacles, lying is second nature to him. I will get out of here one way or another, he thinks.