AN: See chapter 1 for story notes and summary.

See Chapter 1 for the long version of the notes and summaries.

Ships: Snowing, Rumbelle, Swan Believer, eventual Swanfire, and a delightful Golden Mad Charming BroT3. :)

Also, there is a love scene in this chapter. If that's not your thing, there is this _Snowing_ connotation around it so it can be skipped.

Thanks for the reviews. Here some individual responses:

Barratta Jennifer: Thanks! Glad you liked it!

Guest: I know, that one ended on a cliffie. Hope you enjoy this chapter.

Guest 2: David does appear to be taking it slow, but he just wants MM to not feel pressured. But it's funny you mention going slow, because not to spoil too much, but MM and David take a big step in this chapter. ;) Yes, it will be interesting with Persephone now in Storybrooke.

Beth1980: Glad I helped you survive all the weddings and graduations. Being an introvert, I know how stressful that stuff can be. Social situations can sometimes be extra draining for me. Yep, I've been holding that scene about how the dreamscape came to be for a while. I was anxious to explain it earlier, but felt it was best to work backward with some of the flashbacks like the show does. Glad you like the BroT3. It's fun to write and I hope I'm balancing the comedy with the actual seriousness of what's going on. Henry found out what happened to MM, because it was in the paper and he heard older kids talking about it. Henry is a bit like a little Sherlock running around. ;) Glad you made the connection with Persephone's name. Oh no! I'm so sorry to hear about your dog! That's awful. I love animals. I don't have dogs, but I have cats and I know I'd be beside myself if I lost one of them. Hope this chapter cheers you up. :)

Sara K M: Thanks, I thought her taunting MM about having no family considering she's the reason would make sense since Regina would love to twist that particular knife. I was hoping Persephone's introduction, both to MM and career wise would be seamless. I thought a garden would make sense and be a natural way to strike up a friendship with MM. Plus it will piss Regina off when she finds out. Glad to hear that the Snowing relationship is balanced. I thought it was, but that one guest reviewer is on me any time they "think" I'm not treating them equally. They got on me recently in Finding You Always, because I didn't paint the late Leopold in a very good light. Pretty sure it's the same person. Oh well, their loss. I got a little distracted with other storylines, but I do want to touch on some of the major plots in season 1 so I have backpedaled to this one. Glad you're still enjoying. :)

Dreaming Out Loud

Chapter 11: Electric Love

Henry whimpered, as he tried to dig his foot out of the dirt it was buried in. He was stuck and the shaft shuddered again. He knew what he had done was rash, but he had just been so angry at his Mom and then when Archie turned on him, it wore on his last amount of patience. He wanted the curse to be broken so he could be with his real family. He heard a whine and was shocked to see Wilby burrowing toward him. The dog reached him and licked his face.

"Wilby...you found me," Henry said, as the dog nuzzled him.

"My foot is stuck," he said.

"Henry!" Emma called.

"Emma…" he called back.

"Henry...we're here!" David called.

"My foot is stuck!" he cried, as the ground shook violently again. David stilled Emma and they waited until the shaking stopped, before continuing on.

"Oh Henry…" Emma cried, as they reached him.

"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to cause trouble. I just want the curse to break! I just want everyone to get their memories back so we can be a family," he cried.

"Shhh...it's okay, kid. We're gonna get you out of here," Emma soothed, as David dug furiously to get Henry's foot loose. David managed to pull his foot free and prodded the boy into his daughter's arms.

"Go...get him out of here," David said.

"Dad…" she started to say.

"Go Emma...I'm right behind you, I promise," he said, as she hurried to the exit, even as the ground became even more unstable.

"I've got him! Lower the rope down!" she called, as Graham tossed it down.

"Come on Wilby...come on boy," he called. She grabbed the rope and tied it around Henry.

"Go!" she called anxiously. At the top, Graham, Marco, and Archie pulled with all their might. They pulled Henry free and Regina opened her arms, but he shrugged away from her.

"Henry…" she pleaded, as she tried to hug him again.

"No...I hate you!" he cried, as he ran to Mary Margaret. The teacher tried not to shiver underneath the Mayor's glare.

"Henry...you shouldn't tell your mother that you hate her," she chided gently.

"But you know how she is and she thinks I'm crazy," he cried. Mary spared a glance at the Mayor and saw a flicker of something in her face, before she quickly covered it.

"Henry...we're leaving," she ordered.

"But Emma and David are still down there!" Henry cried, as he saw Emma's blonde hair peek out and Graham pulled her up. Regina didn't miss the look that passed between them and the way he was looking at her.

"David…" Mary whispered fearfully, as she rushed to them. The ground shook and the opening started to cave in more, as Wilby emerged next. He whined and paced, as the three men pulled furiously, trying to extract David in time.

"David!" Mary cried, as she saw his head. Graham and Emma knelt down and grabbed his arms, pulling him out, just as the entrance caved completely. Wilby nuzzled his face and Mary found herself sinking to her knees beside him, before throwing her arms around him. He chuckled and folded her in his embrace. He was surprised then when she started planting short, repeated kisses on his cheek and then his lips. It was quite bold for Mary Margaret to do such, especially in public, but it was a very Snow thing to do.

Little by little each day, his wife was coming to the surface and the sheer malice in Regina's eyes was startling, but made him feel a bit smug.

"Don't ever scare me like that again," she cried. He cupped her beautiful face.

"I'll try not to," he promised.

"You either…" Mary said, as she stood up and practically tackled Emma with a hug. The blonde looked surprised and then chuckled, as she hugged her back.

"Henry...we're leaving," Regina snapped. The boy dug through his bag and carefully placed the shard of glass in his grandfather's hand.

"I found this," he said, as he hurried off with Regina. David looked down at it and flashed back to that day when he found Snow beneath this very glass. For a few of the worst moments of his life, he believed her to be gone. But like this broken glass, he had broken the curse. Was this symbolic? If the coffin was beneath Storybrooke and was breaking, did it mean something? And what else lay below the town that had become their prison? Carefully, he tucked the glass away. He knew who would know the answers to these questions and he planned to see him about it soon...

Graham looked up from his paperwork and over at Emma.

"You know, I don't expect you to stay late. This paperwork can probably wait until tomorrow," he mentioned. She shrugged.

"I don't mind and as much as I love Mary and David, it's better if I let them have their time together so they can be all lovey and gooey with each other," she joked. He smirked.

"It's nice seeing her happy...Mary Margaret I mean. She's been alone for as long as I can remember and I could never figure out why," he mentioned.

"Yeah...she's the kindest person I've ever met. But I'm glad she pushed jerks like Whale away and refused to cave to Damon's pressuring. They would have been very bad for her," Emma replied. He smirked.

"Is that your way of saying that David gets your stamp of approval?" he teased. She smirked.

"I'll admit I'm leery of most, but he's the real deal. They belong together, no matter what Regina thinks," Emma replied. He nodded.

"I agree. I never understood her the contempt she has for Mary," he mentioned, as an awkward silence fell between them.

"Emma...can we talk about what happened? I mean what you saw?" he asked. She sighed.

"You mean when I saw you go into her house and it was pretty clear you weren't there on business?" she asked bluntly.

"It's not what you think," he replied. She raised an eyebrow.

"Really? So you're not sleeping with her?" Emma asked. He sighed and ran a hand through his messy curls.

"Okay...that part is what you think. But that's all it is. I feel nothing for her...literally nothing," he pleaded with her to believe him. And she recalled her father telling her that it was extremely likely that Regina still had his heart.

"I don't even know why I go. She calls and I just...drop everything and go," he lamented. Emma saw the look in his eyes and knew what she had to do at that moment. She needed to find his heart and free him.

"Then next time she calls, tell her no," Emma said. He looked at her incredulously. In reality, it sounded like a simple thing to do, but she knew if Regina did have his heart that it wouldn't be that simple. Storybrooke didn't play by the real world's rules. It was up to her. She was the Savior and she needed to free him.

"You're right...I'll just tell her no," he said. She smiled. She only hoped he could.

She hummed sweetly, as his lips moved passionately over hers. She gasped and felt chill bumps on her skin, as he kissed her throat.

"Oh David…" she uttered, as his lips moved back up to hers. When their lips finally parted and they gasped for air together, she gazed into his sapphire eyes. What she saw there took her breath away. His eyes were filled with so much love it was staggering and almost unbelievable. No one had ever loved her, not since her parents, who both died when she was young. She often found it odd how she could barely remember them, like there was fog in her head when she tried to recall memories of them.

"You and Emma could have died tonight," she mentioned.

"Hey...Emma and I aren't going anywhere," he assured.

"I want to believe that. But...David, I'm not the girl that gets the good guy. I'm the one in the corner, alone and living vicariously through others or characters in a book. I don't get the Prince Charming of the story," she confessed. He pressed his lips to hers again.

"Guess it's a good thing I don't see a girl then. I see a woman that's beautiful and kind; one that I'm very much in love with," he said, taking a leap. He knew it was early, but he didn't think he would scare her away at this point. What they had between them was too strong to be kept back by the curse. Snow was inside Mary and he saw more and more glimpses of her everyday. As he expected, the look on her face was one of shock, like she could hardly believe someone could love her. For that, his loathing of Regina increased ten fold, if that was possible.

"You love me?" she squeaked.

"From the moment I first saw you," he answered. It was true, even if that first moment was something different for them both right now.

"I love you too…" she said. He smiled and pulled her into his arms and kissed her again. She hummed into his kiss and found her fingers sliding into his hair, as their kissing intensified, until their breathing was coming in ragged gasps.

"Do...do you have to go?" she asked breathlessly, as he kissed her neck.

"Not if you don't want me to," he replied.

"I...I don't," she stammered.

"I mean...I don't want you to leave. I...I want to be with you," she said, swallowing thickly.

"I don't want to pressure you into anything you're not ready for," he replied.

"You love me. You want me. No one has ever wanted me or loved me," she said, with a hitch in her voice.

"No one you can remember, my darling," he thought silently. He hated Regina for making his wife believe she had no one.

"I'm want you and I love you. That will never change," he promised. She smiled and they stood up, as she took his hand, leading him over to her bed. She closed the curtain around her bed and then turned to him.

She was already trembling in anticipation and wanted him more than anything she had ever wanted. Her hands shook, as she slid them up his neck and to his face, as he stared down at her with so much passion and love that it took her breath away. Without taking her gaze away from him, she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt and it fell forgotten to the floor. She took a sharp intake of breath, as she gazed upon his shirtless torso with hunger. He was so handsome she didn't think she quite measured up, but he was about to prove her wrong.

Her cardigan fell away next and she held her arms up, allowing him to pull the sleeveless blouse beneath it over her head, tossing it to the floor. He drank her in with a hungry stare and lowered his lips to hers again, kissing her deeply. She gasped, as he pulled her flush against him and their skin made contact. He broke the kiss and rested his hands her on her hips, as he gazed at her.

"You are so beautiful," he rasped, as he pressed their foreheads together. She pressed her lips to his again eagerly, as their lips moved feverishly together.

David kissed at the tops of her breasts and her hands fumbled with his belt. His pants fell to a puddle on the floor and he stepped out of them, parting his lips from hers only long enough to kick them away. She moaned, as she felt the bulge in his underwear pressing against her belly.

"David…" she uttered, as he snapped the clasp on her bra. He was definitely appreciating the simple nature of her undergarments in this realm, though he was proud to boast that he had learned to make quick work of her corsets. Need curled in her and she bit her bottom lip, as she slowly divested him of his underwear. She lay her eyes on his bare form and he captured her lips in a needy kiss. He slipped his hands into her underwear and it slid down her legs, as there was finally nothing but skin between them. Their lips parted briefly and they pressed their foreheads together again, simply staring at each other. She then yelped slightly, as he swept her into his arms and carried to the bed. She looked up at him in awe and he smiled at her.

"I figure if I am your Prince Charming, then I should carry you off like a proper Princess, before I make love to you," he said, they sunk into the bed and then into each other, as passion consumed them.

Emma and Henry trekked into the cemetery that night.

"Kid...are you sure she's not going to notice you're gone?" Emma asked.

"She thinks I'm in bed and I stuffed it with pillows so even if she looks in, it looks like I'm there," he answered. She chuckled.

"You know, I shouldn't be condoning this kind of thing, right? Sneaking out…" she chided.

"It's for a good cause. It's not like I'm doing something bad. We're trying to save the world here!" he said. She raised an eyebrow.

"Okay so we're trying to save the town...but kind of the world, you know the world where you were born," he said, getting quiet at the end.

"Hey…you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah...I guess," he replied.

"Kid…" she prompted.

"I just...everyone here was born in another land, but I was born here. I'm not in the book," he said sadly.

"Oh kid, you don't really think that makes you less special...do you?" she asked. He shrugged halfheartedly and she stopped to kneel down in front of him.

"Henry...you are special. I may have known about the curse, because of the dreamscape, but when you found me, I was no closer to finding my parents than I was ten years ago when I got out…" she started to say.

"Got out of where?" he asked curiously.

"Uh...the foster system. When I got out on my own. But you found me...like seriously, what ten year old kid braves a big city like Boston to find a woman he doesn't really know?" she said.

"You think I'm brave?" he asked in amazement.

"Incredibly so, but you shouldn't be surprised. It's in your genes," she reminded. He cocked his head to the side and she smiled, as he instantly reminded her of her mother, who often did that very same gesture.

"I think you are so busy with Operation Cobra sometimes that you forget who you are! You're the grandson of Snow White and Prince Charming," she said and he broke into a grin.

"Yeah...I guess I am," Henry said, as he took her hand and they continued on.

It made him pretty curious about who his father might have been, but Henry wasn't sure if this was the time to ask. Emma hadn't offered a word about the man that might have sired him and to him that meant it might be hard for her to talk about. He already knew the past was a touchy subject for her, so he decided to ask her another time, preferably while she was eating onion rings and drinking hot chocolate.

They finally came to a vault and stared at it for a moment.

"So...this is it," Emma said.

"Yeah, told it was creepy," he replied.

"Does she know that you know about this?" she asked. He smirked.

"You mean like she thinks I'm sleeping right now? Course not," he replied.

"So how did you find it?" she asked suspiciously.

"She comes home late on Tuesdays at six instead of five-thirty. I told her I was going to the arcade and instead, I followed her from her office," he explained. She raised an eyebrow.

"She actually believed you were going to the arcade?" she asked.

"She wants to believe it so she does," he commented.

"So you followed her here?" Emma asked, as they went inside.

"Yep...secret crypt in the cemetery only means one thing," he replied. She looked at him with a blank expression and he sighed.

"It's a secret lair of course! She has to have something hidden in here. You really need to read more comic books," he chided. She snorted and shook her head.

"Comic books...yeah, I'll do that," she said sarcastically, as she flashed the light around the room.

"Well kid, I hate to burst your bubble, but it looks like this is just a crypt," she said, noticing the coffin.

"No...there has to be a secret passage or something. These places always have a secret passage," he encouraged. She sighed.

"Kid…" she said, as she looked at the name on the coffin.

"Henry Mills…" she read, as she looked up at him.

"It's her father. She named me after him," he said.

"That's...actually sweet," she replied.

"It might be if she didn't crush his heart to cast the curse," Henry commented.

"And we're back to creepy," Emma muttered, as she flashed the light down. She was about to give up until she saw the drag marks on the ground.

"Okay kid...get on the other side of this and we're going to push," she said. They did so and slowly, they pushed the heavy coffin aside, revealing a set of stairs that led into a room below.

"I was right!" Henry exclaimed.

"Yeah...you were," she said in equal disbelief, as he started down the stairs.

"Hey kid...wait!" she called, as she followed him down into the chamber. She spotted a lantern on the wall and turned it on, revealing a room full of objects that she was positive were not of this world. But that was not the creepiest part, for their ears were suddenly filled with the eerie sounds of multiple beating hearts. Emma turned around and saw that the walls were lined with glowing red squares.

"Holy hell…" Emma uttered.

"Hearts...these all have hearts in them," Henry said, his voice cracking.

"Do you think Graham's is here?" she asked. He looked up at her sadly.

"I...I don't know," he whimpered. She knelt down beside him and pulled him into a hug.

"We'll figure this out, kid. I promise. But we better get you back home, before she knows you're gone," she said, as they headed back up the stairs.

_Snowing_

David's hand slid sensually down the leg that was hooked around his hip, as he thrust into her. He kissed her deeply and then moved his lips to her neck, as he ravished her. Mary cried out in pleasure, as his hand found its way between her legs and to her clit. Though her memories of any previous partners was hazy at best, she was pretty damn sure she'd never had sex this good. And it wasn't just because they were in love, though that made it just that much better. But first times were often clumsy and quick, as both people didn't yet know what each other liked. But somehow, David knew exactly where to touch her to elicit pure ecstasy. He knew how to kiss her, how to caress her, and exactly where all her sensitive spots were. It was incredible. She writhed wildly against his hard body, as he made love to her.

"David...oh Gods David!" she cried, as she neared her climax. He glided in and out, his rhythm feverish, sweat glistening on their bodies. He gripped her hips and she jutted upwards to meet his thrusts, her back arching off the bed, as she got closer and closer. Finally, she cried out and came hard, falling apart in his arms. He held her through it and came seconds later buried deeply inside her.

_Snowing_

They panted together, as he rolled beside her and held her closely. She gazed into his eyes and he gazed back.

"I love you...I love you so much," he said passionately.

"Oh David...I love you. You were...that was amazing," she replied. He kissed her forehead and pillowed her against his chest. Mary could scarcely believe this had become her life. Just weeks ago, she was alone and single. The only two males that gave her a second look were Whale, who she knew only wanted one thing, and Damon, who she was sure was dangerous, not to mention probably wanted to hurt her. She went to work everyday and came home to an empty apartment. Then she sank into her dreams, which she could never remember, but somehow she knew were filled with wonderful things like Prince Charming sweeping her off her feet.

Then somehow it had happened. Not only had David walked into her life and swept her into a romance that put any of her novels to shame, but Emma had dropped into her life and she had gained a best friend, whom she loved like a sister. She, Mary Margaret Blanchard, had a family now. And she was terrified someone would take it all away. She kept that fear at bay as much as he could, for David and Emma had awakened something inside her that she was sure was long dead. Something she had tried to awaken in Henry, believing it was long gone for her. Hope...she had hope again for the first time in as long as she could remember...

Tomorrow was a new day in Storybrooke and she was already glaring at the morning headlines, as she received Sidney's final copy. The townspeople would awake that morning to the headlines in the Storybrooke Mirror detailing the heroics of one Emma Swan and David Nolan and how they valiantly rescued the Mayor's son from the collapsing mine shaft.

"I thought I told you to run that other story about Swan," Regina snapped into her phone.

"I apologize Madam Mayor, but what kind of reporter would I be if I didn't report current events? You know as well as I do that such must take precedence and I hardly thought you'd want that other juicy article to be pushed to page two so I held it back," Sidney explained.

"Fine...but you are running that story in the following day's morning's edition. I want Emma Swan exposed for exactly who she is!" Regina snapped.

"And she will be. Have you thought though at how your son may react to the article? It is, after all, about how he came to be," Sidney warned.

"You worry about your newspaper and I'll worry about my son," Regina snapped, as she slammed the receiver down. Sidney had managed to unseal the criminal record on Emma, but so far the rest of her file previous to her arrest was still caught up in a lot of red tape in social services.

Normally, she'd just go to Gold, as he was really good and cutting through all that. But he wasn't an option anymore. He'd never help her again after she kept his precious Belle away from him; yet another irritant she had to deal with. While the bookworm was still oblivious to her former life with Gold, they were far too close for her comfort. And then there was those two idiots, who were already so in love it made her want to retch.

This would have been so much easier if David was still married to Kathryn. Oh the joy she would have had in outing Mary Margaret for being the little tramp she was. But David wasn't cheating on Kathryn. He was single and free to romance her stepdaughter and she needed to put an end to their bliss. And Belle, with no memories of her own, was being swept off her feet by Rumpelstiltskin.

In hindsight, she should have just gotten rid of Charming in the first place when he was still in a coma. That would have ensured Snow White's eternal misery, but at the time, she found it more amusing to watch her wretched stepdaughter visit him and pine over a comatose man for reasons she couldn't figure out. And she had taken delight in watching Mary Margaret look over her shoulder and tremble in fear every time Damon Tromera's shadow crossed over her. Perhaps she would have to encourage Damon to begin stalking her again. He would only be too happy to get rid of David for her. Yes, she'd deal with those two idiots soon enough, but first she'd enact her plan to rip Belle away from Gold. She just had to stage the right incident that would give her the opportunity to get close to the bookworm. But for tonight, she had another agenda. She had not missed the looks Graham had been shooting in the direction of Emma Swan and that wouldn't do at all. She picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Henry is asleep. I was thinking you could stop by," Regina said.

"Sorry...I don't think that's a good idea," Graham replied. She frowned.

"Why not?" she almost growled.

"Because I'm not in the mood tonight," he replied.

"Well, I am. Get over here," she demanded.

"No…" he refused.

"What did you say?" she asked, as she opened her desk drawer and took a box out.

"I said no, Regina," he replied. Her eyes narrowed and she opened the box.

"Maybe you'd like to reconsider. You should come over now," she said into the heart.

"I...I'll be right there," he stammered. She hung up and closed the box. She was about to put it back in her desk drawer, but his refusal was worrisome. She hadn't had to use his heart to get her way with him in a very long time. Not until...Emma Swan came to town. She fumed and carried the box over to the wall. She pulled the mirror away, revealing a wall safe behind it. Keeping it locked up was probably safest. With all the changes in town, she couldn't be too careful until she found a way to undo all the damage this one woman had done to her curse. But she would fix. This was her happy ending and no one was going to ruin it for her, not those two idiots, not Gold, and especially not Emma Swan...