A cursed dream

A guest asked for a oneshot of *season 6 spoilers!* Emma's wish realm combining with Snow's dream world from the curse. Snow has to convince Emma to snap out of it in front of wish Snowing. When Emma does snap out of it, she wakes up Snow. This brings both of them back to Storybrooke.

Guest: That sounds like a sequel request so I'd need chapter name and number ;)

Guest: (you didn't use your username and I'm afraid I can't remember it) sorry, but I'm not quite getting that one :S

Snow had never seen a door appear in the burning room before. She'd been trapped in this room for so many nights, it never changed. Even when she was properly woken from her first sleeping curse…there was never any door. So naturally, Snow was surprised to find one appear before her suddenly during her cursed time one day. Of course she jumped at the opportunity to escape the room filled with blistering heat. This could lead her home…but it didn't. It took her to the Enchanted Forest. At least, that's what Snow thought at first, until she stumbled upon the statue celebrating her and Charming defeating the Evil Queen. She and Charming had done no such thing, and no statue had ever existed. She made her way through the villages and nobody seemed to recognise her. It certainly wasn't like the Enchanted Forest she and Emma had found after the curse. Had she gone back in time? No, that couldn't be right either. That still wouldn't explain the statue. Snow was wandering through the forest when she heard singing coming closer to her. She got up and readied herself for a brawl. What she saw just about took her breath away. Emma. Emma was singing. She was skipping through the forest gathering flowers. She stopped when she saw Snow staring at her. Emma looked back curiously.

"Mommy?" She asked. Snow felt her heart stop for a moment. Mommy? Snow nodded, tears filling her eyes. "Mommy…why do you look so young? I mean, you always look very youthful, but you look like the years have just fallen away! What happened? Did you take a potion? Where's daddy?" Snow didn't know where to begin answering her questions. Why was Emma here? Was this some alternate reality? No, Snow knew magic didn't work that way. She couldn't jump across realities. Just realms. This was still her Emma, something was just very wrong. In some way or another, she was cursed too. She was just as asleep as Snow was in her bed in Storybrooke. Before Snow had a chance to start piecing together what was going on, an arrow came whizzing by her ear. She turned around, ready to defend Emma at all costs, when she realised who had fired the arrow. She had. The other her. Beside her was the other Charming.

"Back away from my daughter." The alternate Snow snarled at her. Snow now realised how ferocious she looked when defending her family. She turned around and found that Emma was hiding behind a tree, clearly frightened of her. This wasn't like the Emma Snow knew. The Emma Snow knew would have tackled her to the ground by now. Why wasn't she fighting for herself? In that moment Snow knew this was the Evil Queen's doing.

Snow slowly raised her hands over her head.

"I'm not going to hurt Emma." Snow told them. "Why would I hurt my own daughter?-"

"I don't know what magic you've used to masquerade as my wife, but all magic comes with a price. Yours will be your freedom." Charming barked at her. Snow was deeply hurt. She didn't like Charming looking at her like this, even if he wasn't the real Charming.

"Emma, you need to listen to me." Snow said gently, not taking her eyes off the alternate versions of herself and Charming. "Sweetheart, these aren't really us. Your dad's back home in Storybrooke with Henry, your son…"

"Of course I know who my son is." Emma responded. "Mom, daddy, please help."

"Baby, please!" Snow pleaded with her. "Wake up! Don't be trapped here like me!" The alternate versions of her parents were coming closer, clearly wanting to take her to the dungeon for treason. "I know this might have been what you wanted. But it's not the way things are. Don't lose the real us for some fake dreams. Please, Emma, you must know deep down this isn't real!-"

"Of course I know!" Emma screamed. The alternate Snowing halted. Snow looked up at her daughter, the pain clear on her face. "That doesn't mean I didn't want it to be real." Snow walked over to her, the fake Snowing seemingly frozen to the spot. Snow brushed some hair out of Emma's face. She understood.

"I can see why you'd want this to be real." Snow said to her daughter gently. "It's everything you should have had…but it's not real, sweetheart. I don't want you to get upset, but I don't want you trapped in a fake life either. Your real life is waiting for you. Your real son. The real us." Snow gestured to the fake Snowing. "It's not perfect, but reality is better than this." Snow took Emma's face in her hands and kissed her forehead. The pair were so lost in the moment that neither of them noticed the dream world melting away right in front of them. The next them either of them knew, Snow was sitting bolt upright in her bed in Storybrooke, Emma upstairs in her old bed. They were back. They were home.