A/N: Okay, so I just need to put this out there so I don't have to explain as much. (as always thank you to my wonderful beta)

First, I hate snow and charming. I do. Truly. In the show. in any fic. I'll never be nice to them.
Second, my hatred for henry is only rivaled by my hatred of snow and charming.
Third, I think henry should never have been born, never have been made because someone as amazing as emma woudl have never willingly have slept with neal.
Fourth. I think Emma should be taller, so I make her taller.
Fifth. I understand you may not like my views on the characters, I understand you may be completely pro snow, charming, or Henry. i'm not. They'll not be depicted in any sort of hero role in my stories.
Sixth. I wanted to make something at least somewhat different then everything out there, thus, this was born. It's been a long friggin time in the making. I like it. I admit I am not the best writer, just a person who dropped out of school in middle school who loves to write. I do the best I can, and yeah, I hope people like it. But I write because I love it, because I want to tell a story, not to appease everyone.
Seventh, sorry for this super long thing no one likely cared about, so, enjoy the next chapter (sorry if its rushed... I sorta had to get it finished so I could say all of the above)

Chapter Five:

With the potion of true love, that had proved quite difficult to bottle. It was a love truer than Snow and David's. A love so strong that it in itself was meant to be myth, a love that even Rumple himself had not seen rivaled. Tink herself had been flabbergasted by its strength. Which only made it more saddening that Regina had cheated on her wife.

The woman had gone so far as to say that it made all of the true love couples in town, combined, look like your average puppy dog high school romances in comparison. Obviously her comment, which had not been made to hurt people, had pissed people off. Or rather. It had pissed Snow and Charming off.

Now it was time for the hardest part. They had to resurrect a little boy. Snow, Charming, Henry, Rumplestiltskin, Ruby, Belle, Nova, Tink and Regina were all huddled around the well. First the dark one had dumped the boy's bones into the well with shaking fingers, as they fell Tink and Nova held hands and began to chant.

No one wanted to think about the fact they were holding bones, that had once been a corpse. Not only that, but of a little boy. A boy not much older then a toddler. One who had been born of Emma, and lost to Emma. It was a chilling thought, a horrible thing they had done by digging this boy up. For if they failed, the desecration of his being could never be forgiven.

With the fairies deep in chant, this left Regina to toss several rejuvenating herbs and items once the bones could be heard hitting the bottom. Tink gave Rumple a swift nod and he poured the small amount of True Love he'd been able to contain using the blood and hair of Regina and Emma down the well. They all stared down the well, everyone beginning to chant spells alongside the fairies.

After Tink stopped reciting everyone followed suit, sadness falling into their guts. Nothing had happened. Rumple grabbed onto Tink's hand and Regina's and they began to chant once more, allowing their magic to manifest and slam down the well harder than before, and the ground began to shake. Finally something was happening.

Violently Snow and Charming were slammed back into the ground. Charming falling face first in the dirt, everyone else was able to keep standing, or at least kneeling in Ruby and Belle's case. Henry had held onto the well for dear life to keep his upright position. The ground finally stopped, and smoke began to swirl out of the well. Circling the base. When it cleared a little boy was staring at them. Naked and confused.

"Your not my Momma" He whispered as he looked all around him. His bottom lip began to quiver, and he balled his fists. "I want my Momma right now." He demanded, even though he was petrified.

"I know we are not her sweetheart. I know you are scared. Why don't we get you into some clothes, and then I promise you we will take you to your Momma" Belle offered kindly, approaching cautiously.

Everyone was silent as he bit his bottom lip, big emerald eyes watching the woman carefully, he looked ready to run until she stopped coming forward. Then he let out a shaky breath and unclenched his fists before balling them right back up again as his eyes roamed all of the people in front of him.

"Her!" he decided. Pointing at Regina. "She take me to my Momma" He declared, his voice shaky but determined. He was much taller than Henry had been at that age, but he held out his arms and Regina carefully wrapped the blanket Belle had been holding around him before picking him up into her arms.

This caused Henry to glare, but he couldn't exactly tell the little boy that the one person he would go near couldn't hold him. So, for now, he decided to keep his mouth shut. He balled his own fists, however he told himself it was fully due to anger that Regina was touching the boy. That it had nothing to do with jealousy from the way she looked at him.

The clothes that they had brought for him didn't fit, even though they were for Rumple's own five year old son. So the man had covertly conjured up a short outfit in a larger size. They were still slightly small, but they could at least squeeze the boy who wouldn't let go of Regina into them.

As carrying him to the car in a blanket was one thing, carrying him around town in just a blanket would surely look weird, especially since he'd need to be put on Emma to wake her up. And somehow they all thought that Emma waking up to find her son had been pranced around town basically naked would not put them on her good side.

"Why Momma sleeping?" He asked as they arrived at the hospital not twenty minutes later. During the car ride Regina had adjusted the clothes so they now fit properly. Rumple, who had been sitting next to her, had nodded his thanks.

While he was powerful clothing wasn't his strong suit. There was no way he could alter them while someone was already wearing them. Change them yes, alter no. Plus, he knew Regina was advanced enough that the boy wouldn't notice, while there would definitely be smoke or magical particles should he have been the one to try. Magic would only scare the boy even more, and they didn't need that.

"She's asleep because she is waiting for you to go and wake her up. So, how do you wake your" Henry paused, struggling to say the next word. "How do you wake up your momma? When I was little I had to say Henny up-up so Mommy up-up now" He had finally spit it out, but it hurt him to say it.

"Like for wake up time?" Rhydian asked slowly. Regina slowly lowered him to the floor. He held onto her hand as Henry nodded. Though Henry had absolutely no idea what 'Wake up time' entailed. All he knew was he really, really hoped this would work.

"Just like wake up time, but before that you have to kiss her" Henry told him. True love's kiss, that of a child and mother. That was what was needed more than anything, it was the only thing that could call her back from the depths to which she had waded.
A grin broke onto the little boys faces, showing off adorable dimples, in the same spot of his mother's. Although hers were much smaller now that she was full grown. He raced over to a chair and climbed himself right up and leaned over and kissed her cheek. A smile widely painted on his face.

"Momma" He said excitedly. He shook her, causing the chair to wobble slightly. "Momma! Gotta wake up! Gotta get da baddies and save da prince!" He spoke enthusiastically. Eagerly awaiting for her to wake up, shaking her continuously.

"Mine" Emma gurgled as she shifted. It was the first movement in the entire six weeks, three days and eleven long hours she had been under the sleeping curse. In one solid, surprising, movement she grabbed the boy.

Using only one arm to pull him close to her smooshing his body right alongside hers. Gripping onto him, her face in his neck. He didn't seem surprised, in fact he giggled and wiggled. Wiggling until he could get a hand out to shake and poke at his mother's face.

"Gotta get up! Gotta get da baddies and save da prince! I goes to da nice lady today! Member Momma? First day. We go before Apollo goes to bed. Member Momma? Wakes up time, gotta get up and get da baddies!" His smile faltered slightly as Emma gripped him tighter, he was wondering why his momma wasn't awake yet.

"No" Emma whispered. Her whole body going rigid. Her eyes scrunching and clenching tightly. "No. No. No. A million times No. you can't go" She clutched onto him even tighter. "No. No. Can't go. Never letting you go"

"Uhm. Did anyone ever stop and think that maybe we should research how. You know. Whatever happened happened that resulted in us needing to perform what we needed to perform?" Tinkerbell asked; her voice laced with worry.

"No I don't think anyone did, I should have thought of it. I was all tied up trying to help get everything we needed to bring the boy back" Belle bit her lip. "How could I have forgotten to do such an important thing?" Her husband rubbed her shoulders.

Silence surrounded the room. Everyone looking at each other, how could all of them have been so stupid not to check into how Emma's son had met his death? What consequences they would face should they have brought this boy back just for Emma to waste away. This wasn't a guaranteed thing, they had hope and this was the best chance. Yet it was still far from one hundred percent.

Mulan began to pace. Wondering how in the world things had gotten this far. She ran a hand through her hair. Worry eating at her. She didn't want to lose her best friend, she didn't want to lose her boss. Most of all she really didn't want to have aided bringing a little four year old child back to life just so he could lose the only parent he had ever had.
"We didn't think this through at all" She groaned as she continued to pace. "We didn't think about him. Not as a person, not at all. He was just an object we were using, even if we didn't realize that at the time."

"Momma, Momma! I gotta go! Member? Momma gots a daywalker job. We no be nightwalkers no more" He said, his tone soft and confused. He stumbled over his words as he shook his mom. Fear creeping onto his face. He poked his mother's cheek several times. "Momma"

"No, no. Stay with me. Here. Forever. My perfect little boy" Emma spoke breathlessly to her son as she rested her forehead against the top of his head. One arm wrapped around him, holding his head down to her chest. Holding him as close as she possible could. Trapping him against her.

Even whilst still asleep it was clear as day how terrified Emma was of letting the little boy go, the little boy who didn't understand why he was suddenly in the forest. Why his mother wouldn't wake up, why his mother was clutching onto him as if he had been gone far, far, too long. All in all they hadn't completely thought any of this through, and that only became more and more apparent as the clock continued to tick in the background.

"Emma, this. She believes fully that he still." Rumple eyed the boy carefully, sighing as his fingers clutched tighter around the handle of his cane. "That he's still gone. She's not even conscious yet." There was worry and fear in his tone.

"Momma, please please wake up. Gotta get da baddies and save da prince" He repeated as he jerked his head back to kiss her on the lips. His hands grabbing onto her face. "Wake up. Gotta get da baddies and save da prince. Your prince"

Slowly Emma's eyes fluttered open as he spoke his last two words and like the flip of a switch his bright wide smile was on his face once more. He hugged her tightly. She stared at him, shock apparent on her face. Carefully Emma pressed their foreheads together.

"My prince? My Rhydian?" Fell from her lips, her voice catching on the questions. Her eyes drilling into his own. She couldn't believe her eyes, didn't understand a single thing that was happening. And as she stared at her son it was clear that she hadn't noticed anything else besides him.

"Why do you look so sad Momma? Are there goblins in your tummy?" He asked as he tried to scoot closer, a feat that could not be won because of the fact they were basically superglued together as it was. "Goblins bad"

"No" Emma said a little stronger as she pressed her lips lovingly to his forehead. "Are you real? Are you here?" She asked as she stared into his eyes once more. "How do I know it's really you? That it's not some goblin trick?"

"I'm me. You a silly Momma" Said the emerald eyed little boy with a giggle. "I is Rhydian Jacob Swan. The first born Swan baby. I is Momma's favorite boy in in da whole galaxy. I'm momma's woyo prince" He stated with pride.

"My little warrior prince." A smile crept onto the woman's face. Tears threatening to spill down her cheeks as she kissed his face all over. Causing him to squirm and wiggle as he laughed and screamed.

"Nows we gotta get up and out of beds! You gots the new daywalker job and I gots to go see the nice lady." He spoke with enthusiasm, bright eyes and wide smiles. Even with all the craziness that was going on he was still a happy child, meaning he was well raised. At his words Emma's smile vanished.

Her eyes suddenly cruel and angry. It was clear she was in no way mad at the boy in her arms, a boy obviously loved possibly even more than she loved her wife. More than most in that room loved their children. Yet, as she looked at him, she looked ready to kill even the air that dared to brush past his skin. She looked like a demonic mother that would kill even the most innocent if it meant protecting her son.

"Never, you are never going to daycare." She spoke firmly, and the adults in the room glanced at each other. Wondering why the thought of daycare had a murderous look on their Sheriff's, their savior's, face.

"Momma saids that I gosta go see da nice lady so yous can go to yours new daywalker job" He reminded. "It gonna be okay. You promised on your prince member?" Emma's eyes stared down into his and then she kissed him. Pressing her lips against his firmly, before resting their foreheads together once more.

"You are my promised land, my forever, my greatest thing that I have ever done." She gripped his face. Thumbs stroking his cheeks. "You are my son, and I am not leaving you. No daywalker job for Momma. Momma stays with her prince"

The boy readily agreed with her. Why wouldn't he? He didn't understand what was going on, his mother was his world. If she said that there was no daywalker job, that he wasn't going to the nice lady then he wasn't. He was alright with that, he was happy staying with his Momma. It was clear as day from the look on his face as he just looked at her.

"Hey Momma?" He said. "How was I in the trees wiff new peoples? I member fells asleep in Momma's bed. When I wokes up I wasn't wiff you no mores and I was wiff them" It was clear he was confused and everyone shared a look. How was Emma going to explain that?

"Magic" Emma told him. "But I promise you nothing, not even magic, will ever, ever take you away from me again. I promise you. You are my prince, my son, the firstborn Swan to grace this earth. I'd die to protect you."
It wasn't until a few months after the wedding that Emma had started really treating Henry like her son. A large stream of jealousy ran up the full grown boys spine. Emma had never, not once, hugged him like she was hugging Rhydian. He could count the amount of kisses she'd given him on one hand, always on the cheek.

He understood, deep down, that things were different between them. When he was born she had given him away, and for the first ten years he had been raised by another woman. While the younger boy had been born and placed into her arms. That Henry had never been her baby, while this being. This emerald eyed boy was.

Knowing that didn't aid in his jealousy. Henry was her son, and he knew that. He had been her child, her teenager, and now her very short man. Yet, he would never be what Rhydian had been, and is. Her baby, her toddler, her little boy. That stung deep inside of his guts. He needed comfort, but as the woman who raised him, the woman whose baby he really was, placed a hand on his shoulder he jerked from her touch.

"Magic? Can you does magic Momma?" He said, fully believing in magic just because his momma said so. Everyone else had been avoiding telling him about it, but it was Emma's choice. He was her son, and they were already in enough trouble with her as it was.

"For you, my precious boy, I can do anything." She kissed his cheek once more and adjusted her hold on him. "Hold on" She said directly into his ear softly, right before a cloud of a dark blue smoke surrounded them. Whisking them away. A dark blue so dark that it was nearly black.

"Shit!" Cursed Mulan as she gripped the hilt of her sword with one hand and ran her other through her hair for the umpteenth time. "Where in the hell do you think they went? And fuck, she got her kid, and she's alive. Great, but for all we know she's in Antarctica!"

"I'd say that as long as she's not hell bent on killing herself anymore I believe we can handle whatever comes next" Snow said with determination. "Then we just have to get her and Regina back together, true love conquers all. Even if theirs is NOT better than mine"

Snow's words caused Henry to glare at her. He was already filled with many bad emotions. Resentment, anger, jealousy, hatred and he didn't like any of them. He wanted Emma to love him, to love him like she loved his brother, a brother he wished had never come to be. Even if it was his brother, and not him, that had been able to awaken her.

"And keep Ruby away from them both, any means necessary" Added Granny with a stern and disapproving glare towards her granddaughter who was at the edge of the room. The woman was part of the group. Dragged everywhere and used for her abilities, but she knew that she was fully unwanted and unforgiven. Nothing more than a dog on a leash.

A/N: As always please let me know whatever thoughts you have about this, or dinosaurs, good or bad.