Knock at the door

Lola72829373 asked for a oneshot of Snowing appearing at Emma's door in the first episode instead of Henry. To do this I've meddled a bit.

FYI if you have a bunch of numbers after your name, from now on, I'm just putting your name in the request lol.

"Another banner year." Emma whispered to herself as she closed her eyes and blew out the candle on the cupcake she had bought herself. She never really thought about how sad it was that for the majority of her adult life she had bought her own birthday cake. As a child, she rarely got one, so even if she was buying her own it was a step up.

Suddenly, there was a rapid knock at the door. Emma looked over, surprised. Who wanted to speak to her at nine pm? She eyed the lock box she kept her gun in, then decided against it. Her time as a bail bondsperson had made her paranoid. She got up and opened the door. Behind it were a young couple, probably about ages with her. Emma didn't recognise either of them, but they seemed to recognise her. They looked almost relieved to see her.

"Emma!" They both cried out. They moved forward as if to hug her. Emma quickly took a step back. She wasn't the touchy-feely type when she knew people, so she wasn't going to be with strangers.

"Can I help you?" She asked them. She wondered how they even knew her name, but figured they must have seen her door plate. They both look frustrated at her response. "Listen, I'm not really in the mood to be asked about my Lord and Saviour, so if you don't mind…" Emma asked. She tried to shut the door, but the guy stuck his foot in the way. "Ok buddy, you take one step closer and I am calling the cops." Emma warned him.

"Please, we're not here to hurt you, and we're not here because of Jesus." The man told her.

"The Saviour bit, possibly, but it's nothing to do with religion." The woman added. Emma was confused. What was that supposed to mean?

"Are you in some weird cult?" Emma asked them. They shook their heads.

"No, we're not here to do with any religion. My name is David. This is my wife, Snow. Emma, we're your parents." He told her. They waited eagerly for her response. What they didn't expect was for her to burst out laughing.

"Who set you up to this? Was it a pissed off client?" Emma asked. "If they're going to try and convince me some random couple are my parents, wouldn't they be better picking the right ages? You guys are the same age as me." Emma pointed out.

"We are your parents, you just don't remember." Snow sighed.

"If we weren't, how would we know today is your twenty-eighth birthday?" David piped in. Emma's face darkened. Whoever set these people up to this had clearly done some digging.

"This isn't funny anymore. Tell whoever put you up to this that it worked. Tell them whatever they want to hear. I laughed, I cried. Whatever, just leave." Emma demanded.

"Nobody put us up to this, Emma. It's the truth. We're your parents, and we can explain everything when you're ready." The woman assured her. Yes, Emma didn't believe these people, but they weren't lying either. Of that she was sure.

"Come to town with us. You can stay in the diner if it makes you feel better. We can explain everything. Think of it like a case to solve. If you find out we're lying, or that we're mistaken, you cracked the case." He suggested. "If we're telling the truth, which we are, you have a family." Emma sighed. She didn't have a family. But, she had a few days to kill, maybe a holiday would do her some good.

"Where's this town?" She asked. The couple looked extatic that she was coming.

"Storybrooke, Maine. Follow our van. We'll lead you right there." The woman promised. Emma arched her eyebrow.

"Really, Storybrooke?" She asked. This had to be a joke. They both nodded. Emma sighed.

"Alright then. I guess I'm going to Storybrooke."