This is a tad bit shorter than normal but that's okay because I wrote it before school. So, this will like, never happen, but we had a delayed start where I live because of the hurricane on the Texas coast and we've had a crap-ton of rain, so I had time to do this in the time that we were supposed to be at school, but were not. Enjoy!

Henry stands outside Emma's door and sighs, putting his foot down once again and hitting the door with the palm of his hand. "Mom, just open the door! You're not gonna hurt me!" he yells, but Emma doesn't say anything back to him. She just continues to sit on the floor by the window and covering her head with her forearms.

Henry sighs and tries to think of what to do for his mother. This all started happening when Neal came back. The last time, it did when Ingrid wanted it too. That was why her magic was flaring up. So, if he could stop that from continuing, maybe it would make her better! He takes his phone out of his pocket and calls his father, figuring that if he calls him, he might be able to fix Emma just like Elsa did.

He picks up on the second ring and Henry doesn't even say 'hello' before getting right into it. "Mom's magic is flaring up. You gotta come help her," he says. He can hear some shuffling around before the phone beeps, signaling that he hung up on him. Henry sighs, leaning against the doorframe and closing his eyes, rubbing them over his face.

That wasn't how you're supposed to end phone calls with people, especially your child who's calling you for help. He goes over to the living room and sits on the couch, taking a sip of water and leaning back, trying to think about what to do to get his mom out of her room. He can't pretend that he's hurt or anything, that would be mean. No, he has to do something else.

He sits against the back of the couch for a few minutes before getting an idea. He stands up and goes into the kitchen, grabbing some paper and pens and he draws her a picture, writing a note on it before sliding it under the door of her bedroom.

She stands up and walks over to the other side of the room quickly before retreating back to her safe little spot out of the way of the sparking light in the middle of the room. She smiles as she looks at it and the light gets calmer for a second, until she looks up and notices it and then it goes right back to volcano-ing.

She hears another knock on the door and she sighs, looking up at it. She knows that it's Henry, once again, coming back to try and get her to open the door, but she can't. She can't risk hurting him with this. Just as he goes into his second round of knocking, the doorbell rings and he stops, going to answer the door.

There stands Neal, bathed in sweat and still wearing pajamas, probably because it's 6:30 in the morning. "Sorry, my cars at the shop. Where's your mom?" he asks Henry. Neal follows him to the back of the house where Emma's room is located. He stands outside the door while Henry knocks on it and sighing.

Emma looks down at the ground and sighs, not wanting to listen to the constant knocking on the door anymore. "Emma, it's me. Open the door," Neal calls to her from the other side and she sighs, shaking her head even though she knows that he can't see her. "I swear I will pick the lock on this door unless you open it," he says, and she still refuses to open the door until he looks to Henry, who goes to grab a paper clip.

He comes back a few minutes later and Neal kneels down on the ground, reaching up and picking the lock on the door until it clicks undone and he hands the paper clip back to Henry, opening the door before closing it again and locking it behind him. He doesn't want Henry to see his mom that way.

He sees the light sparking like it's nobody's business, the outlets doing the same. He sighs and walks over to her slowly, not wanting to scare her and make it worse. He kneels down in front of her a few feet away and sighing. "Go away," he hears her mumble, but he can't really hear her over all the noise the lights are making.

He shakes his head but she nods. He sits against the wall beside her and sighs. "I'm not going anywhere. Not until this stops," he says and she shakes her head, looking down at ground. "You need to stop this. It's time to stop being afraid of yourself, Emma. You're the only person that's able to break the laws of magic, that's how you brought me back. You can stop this. You just need to trust me. Take my hand," he says and she looks up at him with tears falling from her eyes because of his speech.

"But, this could kill you," she says tearfully and he shakes his head, looking over at her and smiling.

"I believe that it won't. You have to, too," he says and she shakes her head, looking down at the ground and letting out a shaky sigh. He nods, reaching over to her. "Take my hand," he whispers and she sighs once again, reaching over with her hand and taking his.

A light goes around the room and the ceiling fan and outlets stop. He smiles, reaching over and pulling her into his arms, kissing the top of her head. "There you go," he whispers. He kisses her head, again. She's still shaking and it seems that the new change in the room hasn't helped her too much on the nerves side of things. "You're okay. See, it didn't hurt anybody. Now we know what works," he says and she smiles nervously looking up at him. "Now, let's go. I could practically see the kid screaming 'ice cream' in his mind earlier," he says.

She laughs and they get up, walking out of the room to go and do just that, even though Neal's in pajamas and Emma's outfit for the day consisted of a t-shirt and leggings.