Impersonator
Petrobella asked for a oneshot of someone impersonating Emma and Henry being the only one to notice. He warns Snowing and they have to find the real, magically cuffed, Emma.
"I'm telling you all, that's not my mom!" Henry announced, banging his fist off the counter. He was getting fed up with everyone politely telling him he was imagining things. He wasn't. He knew his mom better than anyone. He knew what it was like to have someone else pretend to be you from when he had switched bodies with Pan. Snow squeezed her grandson's shoulder.
"I know your mom…having another person to share her attention with is difficult for you. Especially since you didn't get to have her from birth, but Henry, your mom is fine. She's maybe just a little tired.
"She is not fine!" Henry said, losing his patience. "She's been kidnapped, or worse! Trust me, that is not my real mom. It's not about being jealous. It's about knowing how mom acts. Aren't you concerned?" Snow frowned.
"Henry, no, I'm not concerned. I'm not concerned because I know that your very much real mom is at the station with your grandpa. I know you've got a big imagination, but there really is no reason to worry. Your mom is just fine. You'll get used to this new situation…"
"I need air." Henry muttered, getting off of the stool and stomping out the house. If nobody else was going to believe him, he was going to have to find his real mom himself. Who knew what kind of danger she was in?
It was just as well Henry was like a dog with a bone over this. He was right. After swiping some locator potion from his mom's magic store in the garage, he was able to find her, locked up in one of the old warehouses. She had a magic preventing cuff on her, so had been unable to free herself. With Henry's help, she was able to get back to the house, where Regina helped her get the cuff off and captured the imposter, whose identity was still unknown (they hadn't yet found a way to make her reveal her true form). Snow and Charming couldn't have been more apologetic or grateful towards Henry. It was just as well he was as stubborn as his mother. If not, who knew what might have happened?
