Author's Note: Hello all! I know this has taken a little longer than any of us wanted, and I'm sorry about that life has just been...hectic to say the least. And I've been obsessed over the new episodes! Oh My God! Anyways...here's chapter forty nine!
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time
Forty Nine
"Hey, kid, you ready for bed?" Emma asked as she walked into their bedroom to tuck her son in.
"Yea." Henry replied as he crawled into his side of the queen sized bed.
"Did you brush your teeth?"
"Yes, Mom." His voice had more attitude then usual.
"It was just a question." She scolded her son slightly as she pulled the blankets up to cover him better.
"I don't get it, Mom." Henry spoke with wonder in his voice.
Emma finished with the blankets and took a seat on the bed next to him. "I told you, you're going to bed early as part of your punishment for what you did this morning."
"That isn't what I don't get." His voice held a little bit of annoyance, but she ignored it.
"Then what is it that you don't get?"
"Aunt Sophie has to be a character from one of the stories in the book, but I can't figure out which character she is." He answered.
"You and I have gone through that book word by word looking for who she could be. I think we would have found her by now." He hands ran through her son's short brown hair.
"She has to be though, Mom." Henry insisted. "If you aren't a character, then you can't find Storybrooke, Nathan proved that. So, there has to be a link, and if she isn't a character then there isn't a link."
Emma admired the determination her son had. "I see your point." She agreed as she looked him straight in the eyes. "So, how about we start the search through the book and trying to figure out who she is first thing in the morning?" The Savior kissed Henry on his forehead and was back at the door before he had a chance to reply.
"Mom?" Henry called out again.
He watched his mother sigh and let her head fall against the door quickly. He knew that she had shut her eyes as she did so. "What is it, Henry?" Now it was Emma's voice that was laced with an annoyed tone.
"Did Aunt Sophie go looking for my dad?"
Emma's tired eyes shot open again and her body spun by her heels.
"Why would you think that?" She wasn't sure whether she should lie to her son, or tell him the truth.
"Aunt Sophie told me before we got here that she has known you for a while, but she has known my dad for even longer. Then she told me the day she left that she needed to go find someone." Henry was afraid of how his mother would react to his question, but he couldn't fight the curiosity inside of him. "Did she find him?"
"We will talk about this in the morning." Emma demanded quietly as she fought to hide the emotions within her. "Goodnight, Henry. I love you." She told him in a louder voice before opening the door and leaving without another word.
As she descended the stairs she noticed Sophie had left. Nathan had left a little while ago with the excuse that he needed to get back to Boston tonight so he could work tomorrow. Before he left he made Emma promise that she wouldn't murder her best friend.
She wondered where Sophie had gone, but her son's question made her relive the moments of today as she slowly took a seat at the breakfast bar and struggled a little bit to hold her head up by her hands.
Emma ignored Nathan and opted to storm over to the back end of her car and the familiar silhouette sitting on it. "I'd like to say I'm happy to see you, but I'm not sure that I can, so I think I will just settle for what the hell are you doing here?" Before there could be a response she started to yell once more. "You left! So why the hell are you here?" The air struggled to get to her lungs because of the rage inhabiting her body.
"Well I was going to wait in the loft for you, but the door was locked, and you weren't at the Sheriff's station," The answer was said very nonchalantly. "So I settled for waiting for you here."
"That's not what I meant and you damn well know it." Emma spat.
Sophie's hands were thrown up in surrender quickly. "Look, I know you're mad but-"
"I never would have thought in a million years, after knowing what Neal did, that you would do the same thing. How could you do that to me Sophie? Even worse, how could you do that to Henry?"
"Don't you think this discussion would be better suited in a more private environment?" Sophie tried to suggest but Emma wasn't having it. "Okay, fine. Yes, I did leave." Sophie spoke when there wasn't an answer to her suggestion. "I'm sorry. I went to look for something that…well, I went to look for help. I didn't get what I left for, but I was reminded of some things that might be of some assitance."
"Emma," Nathan slowly walked over. "Is everything okay?" He made a small, silent greeting-like gesture to Sophie.
"She's mad at me." The brunette answered. "But she's going to get over it because she loves me too much."
Emma was fuming still, but instead of blowing up and yelling again she started the walk home. Nathan and Sophie followed her a few paces back just in case. She had decided that maybe Sophie was right, that maybe this wasn't the best conversation to be having in the middle of the street.
As soon as they were safely in Mary Margaret's loft she called out for the teacher. There was no response. The Savior plopped herself down on the couch. "Do I want to know what—or who—it was you went looking for?"
Nathan watched the two women cautiously. He wasn't sure if he needed to worry about them fighting still or not as he took a seat next to his fiancée.
"Okay," Sophie made her way over to one of the chairs across from the couch and sat down. "You're not going to be happy with what I did, but you're going to have to get over that."
Emma took a very deep breath and nodded slowly.
"I went to find Neal…and I tried to bring him back to help." Her face scrunched up almost as if she was preparing to be punched. "Calm down, he didn't return with me. There's something in this town that he can't bear to see. He did, however, tell me what he remembers of the prophecy and the curse."
"He knew?" Emma all but screeched. "Is that why he dated me?" She lowered her voice but continued with the questions. "How much does he know about all of this? Does he know how to break the curse?"
Nathan felt Emma grab at his hand very tightly. "Who's Neal?" He asked, breaking the tension a bit.
"The man who fathered Henry." Emma's eyes were burning holes into Sophie's head as she spoke. "The two of them were friends before she and I were close." She explained before speaking at the brunette again. "How did you know where to find him?"
This was one of the harder parts for Sophie to admit to Emma. Through the years Neal and Sophie had talked at least once a month. It was often through letters, and occasionally a very short and rushed phone call. She never told Emma though because of how much she knew it could hurt her best friend.
"He's been like my brother for the longest time and he…well, I…we…never really lost complete touch. I'm sorry, Emma." Sophie wouldn't look at Emma. "I should have told you, but I was afraid of how you would react."
"What did he know?" Emma wouldn't look away from the spot she had zoned into on the floor. Then she realized the one question she absolutely needed an answer to. "What about Henry?"
"I made sure to never say anything about Henry, Emma." Both Nathan and Sophie could see the Savior relax some at that answer. Emma could hear how sincere Sophie was being. "He didn't find out anything until the night before he left. He said that was why he left so suddenly."
Nobody spoke for a minute or two while everything processed. Then Emma finally broke the silence.
"What did he tell you?"
"Emma?" She was pulled from her thoughts by her mother's hand being placed on her shoulder. "Is everything alright?"
"Yea," Her voice was cold, but Mary Margaret didn't push her. "Everything's…fine." Glazed over eyes told the school teacher that her friend was lying. "Where have you been all day, I thought you were coming back here to work on lesson plans for Monday?"
"Oh, I…uh…I was, but then something happened." The kind woman answered as she put the kettle on the stove to boil. "Want some tea?"
"Sure." The answer was short and sweet. Emma was determined to take her mind off of everything so she pushed her mother to find out what drew her away from her plans. "What 'happened?'"
"Hmm?" Mary Margaret tried to play dumb.
"I thought you were trying to move on from David?" She continued. "Oh God, please tell me it wasn't Whale again!" Her mind was still scarred from hearing about that.
At that response the cursed princess laughed. "No, it wasn't Whale. And what makes you think I was with David?" She tried to deny the accusation while pouring the hot water into two mugs.
"That look on your face."
"What look?"
Emma smiled a bit. "Never mind, if you don't want to tell me, then I shouldn't ask."
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Henry's feet couldn't carried him fast enough on his way home the next evening. He had gone home after school with his Paige and August instead of waiting for his mom at school. While the boys were running around in the woods behind the Carlo's house Henry heard his cursed uncle say something that made him realize something.
"Mom!" Henry tore into the loft. "Mom! I know who Aunt Sophie is! I figured it out!" He yelled, not taking notice to who was in the loft.
"She's still at the station Henry." Henry's eyes grew big as he heard his grandmother's voice in the living room.
"Oh." His feet were stuck in their spots as he answered the cursed Snow White.
"Who is she?"
He knew he had screwed up and he didn't know how to fix this now. "What?" That was only thing his mouth could produce in his fear induced haze.
"Henry?" Mary Margaret slowly stood up from her spot on the couch and made her way to him by the island. "What do you mean you know who Sophie is?"
So...? Let me know what you think. Who do you think Sophie is? How do you think Mary Margaret is going to respond? What do you think Emma will do when she finds out what Henry has done? Please Review!
