Author's Note: Hi everybody! I know it's been a little while (sorry) but let me just say, writer's block is a bitch! Anyways, I finally got through it and finished this chapter (and figured out a lot more about the story and where I want it to go-BONUS!) so here you go, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own OUaT.

Twenty One

"Henry!" Emma yelled as her son ran past her in the kitchen on his way to the lake. He had run into the house and changed before his mother could stop him.

An hour later, Emma now watched her son running around and playing on the shore of the lake behind the house as the sun set. He seemed so calm and happy as he continued to run in then out of the water's small waves.

"Henry!" Emma yelled out the back door, seeing the happiness in his face disappear as she called. "Henry, it's time to come inside please!"

She picked up a towel from the counter and held it open for him as the ten year old boy made his way out of the water and towards their house slowly. She had hoped the time in the water had given him a chance to calm down, but Emma could see now that it hadn't.

"Mom." He acknowledged her as if the two had never met when he walked inside, taking the towel from her hands and wrapping it around his body by himself.

"Henry," She pleaded as he passed her and walked up the stairs. "Come on, please?" She followed him to the bottom of the stairs. "Henry, will you please talk to me?" He kept going up the stairs "Henry Leo!" Henry froze for a moment at his middle name. Emma rarely used middle names so it was serious when she did. "You will stop this and talk to me. Now." She commanded, seeing him continue to walk into his bedroom. "Henry!"

The door slammed. She stared at it for a moment, hoping that he would emerge again. "Urgh!" She sighed loudly in frustration. "He is so your grandson, mom."

She could almost hear her mother's laugh as she stormed back into the kitchen to clean up the dishes. Before too long the doorbell rang, causing Emma to wonder who would be ringing the bell at this hour.

As she swung open the door she was greeted with someone she hadn't seen in a very long time.

"Emma!" Her name was screamed milliseconds before the wind was knocked out of her while she was spun around the foyer of the house.

"Sophie? What are you doing here?" She said when she could speak again. "I thought you were working in California?" Emma asked, pulling away.

"I was, but then I thought 'Hey! It's my best friend's twenty-eighth birthday this week!' and I mean, how could I ever miss that?" Sophie smiled. "So I called up you beau and begged him to help me figure out how to see you on your birthday, and well, here I am." She held her arms up and smiled again.

"I'm so glad to see you!" Emma pulled her oldest friend back into another hug. "You have no idea how much I needed this right now." She hoped the tears in her eyes were hidden well as the two looked at each other.

It had been almost three year since the two had seen one another last. When Emma and Henry moved the last time, it became harder and harder for Sophie to come visit them or vice versa, they kept in touch through phone calls, but it wasn't the same.

"So where in the hell is my beloved godson?" Sophie jumped quickly.

"Upstairs," Emma pointed to Henry's bedroom door. "but heads up, he's not in a good mood right now." She yelled after Sophie, who was busy bounding up the stairs.

"Henry!" Her voice was heard loudly as she banged on the door waiting for the child to open it. "Henry, open up! I did not come all the way across the country to talk to my favorite godson through a door!" Sophie yelled just before the door was opened.

"I'm your only godson." Henry countered as he opened the door.

"Which makes my choice that much easier!" She smiled as she hugged him. "I missed you kid!" Emma could hear the two talking now before the door was all but shut again.

The front door shut behind Emma. "Leave it to Sophie to be in the house and upstairs before I even get to the door." Emma heard Nathan behind her and turned to wrap her arms around his midsection. "Umph, I missed you too." He laughed at her abrupt greeting. "It's only been a few days, love." Nathan bent his head to press his lips to the top of her head.

"Henry is beyond mad with me." Emma cried a little into his chest. "He's mad with me and I can't even begin to explain why." She felt a little proud of herself about her play on words. She knew why her son was mad, she just couldn't tell Nathan.

"Emma," Nathan cooed her name in an effort to halt the impending sobs. "Emma, calm down. We'll figure it out." He continued, leading her to the couch in the living room.

As the two lay on the couch downstairs, Henry and Sophie talked upstairs.

"Why are you staring at me like that?" Henry asked as the two stood in his room.

"No reason." She quickly replied. "So kid, what's the plan?" She asked excitedly as she bounced into the desk chair in the bedroom.

"What plan?" He replied, sitting on his bed careful to not crush the fairy tale book under his pillow.

"Well, your mom's birthday is in three days. Your mom's twenty-eighth birthday." Henry's face froze as Sophie said that so carefully.

"What do you know, Aunt Sophie?" He asked her quietly.

"I know that a battle is supposed to begin when your mom finds her parent's on her twenty-eighth birthday." She answered nonchalantly.

"How do you know that?" Henry tried to remain calm.

"I have my ways." She leaned forward and quietly said. Henry stared at her for a moment, trying to figure out whether or not to be afraid of her. Sophie could see that on his face. "Don't worry, I'm on your side." She smiled at him again.

"How do you know?" He was curious.

"Let's just say, I've known your mother for about eleven years, and your father for much longer than that." She answered cryptically on purpose.

"You knew my father?" Henry tried not to scream. "What did he do? Where did he come from? What was he like?"

Sophie tried to remember what Emma had told Henry about his father. "We'll talk about him later okay? Right now we should be more worried about how we are going to get your mother to find her parents and fulfill the prophecy."

"I don't know. We spent the past two days trying to figure out where to look." He lay back on his pillows and stared at the ceiling, pulling the book out and placing it beside him.

"And…?" Sophie wanted him to continue as she took the book and flipped through.

"And…nothing. Mom and I came up with nothing." He sighed. "We ran out of places to look."

Sophie looked at the pictures on every page as Henry spoke.

"It's a good thing you have me then." She looked up and smiled.

"What do you mean?" Henry leaned up a bit.

"Because I think I found where your Grandma and uncle went, which should be where your Grandpa is too."

So? What'd ya think? Any ideas on how Sophie is brought into all this? Comment and let me know :) Until next time! :)