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A week.

Simply thinking about the term, A week. It doesn't seem that long does it? But to me, a week can drag on for a life time. A painstakingly slow, week. A lot can happen in a week, or in my case nothing can happen in a week. Why has nothing happened to me this particular week? Blair. The one word everyone made sure not to use around me. Blair was everything. Well ok, She may not be everything but she was pretty important. I haven't touched the Fairytale book. Nor have I seen Blair. I can't bring myself to physically go to that hospital, step into her room and see her lay there motionless. In fact I haven't seen much of anyone recently.

Mary Margaret only comes back to her apartment to sleep but other than that she's always at the hospital. I wish I had the strong will she did to stay there, all day everyday. I knew the fighting between my moms was getting heated, somehow Blairs state has made everything worse. It's been affecting us all. I didn't think StoryBrooke was that special to begin with and now it just all seems so pointless.

I clasped my hands in front of me my eyes dancing around the mural of pictures on Blairs wall behind her bed. My heart sank looking at all of them, It was a collage of.. Well of us. I sighed tearing my eyes away, it hurt to look at them but somehow my eyes kept dragging back to them. Funny how the mind works in situations like these. As memories flooded me I realized it was the closest I could get to Blair without going to that hospital. And I let the memories take over as I ran my hands over the pictures.

Henry gripped the shiny red apples in his hands fury sliding over him and it felt like water breaking through a dam, he just couldn't keep it any longer. How his mom made him feel, how his life was. He just kept throwing and throwing, launching the blood red apples through the air. He knew his mom would find him sooner or later chucking her red apples all over the place. He knew he would be in trouble digging himself a deeper hole than he already found himself in, trying desperately to claw to the surface. But yet he kept bouncing up and down grabbing more apples and sending them flying through the air. He stopped cold arm out stretched ready to send another apple rocketing when he heard a strangled "ow." His hand holding the apple fell lamely to his side as he debated whether he dared to check on the person he undoubtedly hit. He shuffled forward, he couldn't see anything past the bush wall surrounding his house so he had to move out into the street. A girl with filtering gold locks stood firmly on the sidewalk a hand placed on her hip and the other hand holding the slightly bruised apple. The apple wasn't the only thing bruised, he could see the slight black and blue coloring that started to tint her fair skin. Henry looked up expectantly at the girl, he knew this girl very well in fact. Her name was Blair Blanchard she was his teachers daughter, they had gone to school for quite sometime now, and frankly Henry loved to watch her, girls actions fascinating him. It's not like he was a stalker or anything, something just seemed to spark his interest about her. "What the heck do you think you're doing?" Blairs inevitable angry screech interrupted all thoughts on the topic. "I was letting off some steam." He mumbled and suddenly found his shoes the most interesting thing in the world as he rocked back on his feet. He had pictured talking to her for the first time for months now, and hitting her with an apple wasn't exactly the way he planned. "Oh steam?" She started in disbelief. Regret tinged at his eyes and he looked away quickly. But what he didn't know was that the moment he looked at Blair that way all defense melted. She was whipped, something kept pressing it in the back of her mind, she was whipped and she would be for a very long time. "Hey." She said softly and tenderly, making Henry look up with the utmost surprise. "When I'm feeling frustrated or anything really and I want to, 'let off some steam' I usually write it down. It seems to help me." She advised giving him a shrug to add that she was just trying to help. A sudden warmth spread over his chest wrapping around his heart. "Thanks." He said as he felt his cheeks flush with warmth. Blair locked eyes with him and held his eyes for a moment longer for it to be just a waning glance. Something changed in the air around them that day, something that would change both their lives. She handed him the apple without breaking eye contact their fingertips brushing. "Your a clever boy Henry, you shouldn't be losing your apples." Before he could even process what just happened she was flouncing away. He stared after her retreating figure and words were tumbling out of his mouth. "Hey! You know my name!" Her laugh echoed through the air sending a thrill to ripple up his spine. "Of course I do!" She tossed over her shoulder and he felt his fingertips itching for the next time they meet. That night he sat down and wrote more than he ever did in his life, and he never regretted throwing that apple at the blonde girl who would soon become his best friend.

I smirked as the memory dissolved and I knew I would never forget the day I met Blair. One picture caught my eye and it was of me and her hunched over the table in the kitchen doing homework together. The memory of when I came into contact with her next slamming into my mind.

"I just don't know what to do with you anymore Henry." The teacher started ripping into him with another long drawn out lecture about his work habits. Henry zoomed in and out of the conversation, he wasn't gonna lie. He hated math it sucked, and he wasn't good at it so it made the experience even more horrible. "So that, is why I'm assigning you a tutor." The teacher announced making Henry jerk out of his thought reality crashing down onto him. "No- No- no! I don't think that's a good idea." He had instantly jumped to his feet clenching his fists at his sides. His heart had began to putter like a machine gun, having a tutor he didn't like would only make his math experience worse. Was this teacher trying to kill him? "I am so sorry I'm late Mrs. Calahoun!" A new feminine voice flooded the room. One that sent Henrys knees to quiver and his heart to race even more than it already was. His chair hit the floor with a clatter and with his haste he knocked his books off the desk. He scrambled to pick them up as he felt her eyes on him. "Well if it isn't apple boy." And he could just hear the smirk in her voice. When he jumped to his feet he noticed the teacher had left the room, leaving them to their own devices. He tried to smile but it was only met with a frown. "Ok let's just get this done." She claimed and his own smile got wiped to a frown. Henry quickly learned that no matter how sweet Blair seemed on the outside, she was tough. Especially when it came to her studies. "Tell me about yourself." Henry said in an attempt to start a conversation in the middle of a problem they were solving. She shrugged still staring hard at the work they had done so far. They actually did work well together. "I don't know what there is to tell, we've gone to school with each other all our lives, I mean you know my mom." Henry sank lower in his seat realizing he would have to peel Blair Blanchard back one layer at a time. She was like an onion, though he didn't like onions so probably not the best thing to compare her to. "But I don't known anything about you," He pressed. When only silenced ensued he supplied a question for her. "What do you want to be when you grow?" At that she looked up and her bright sea of blue eyes met his dazzling green ones. He thought for a moment he saw her shields melt as she looked at him. "Well my mom wants me to become a teacher like her so I guess-" he promptly cut her off. "No I didn't ask what your mom wanted you to do I asked what you wanted." He said his eyes looking deeper into hers. She opened her mouth before snapping it closed only managing a few stutters. "Not what anyone else wants. What do YOU want?" He said firmly. She had to bite her lip in contemplation. And when she finally did answer it wasn't the answer he was looking for. "No ones really ever asked me what I want so I don't know." She admitted softly. Without really knowing it he moved his hand to rest over top of her on the table. "Well when you figure it out let me know."

Tears filled my eyes as I plopped down on her bed, I knew now that she wanted to be an actor when she grew up. Since then I haven't been able to picture her doing anything else. Thinking about the future she may or may not have made me too upset so I ventured to the kitchen to make some cocoa. Sprinkling some cinnamon on top I thought about all the times Blair teased me about it. Again I felt the familiar tug at my navel and walked into Blairs room. Taking small sips of the cocoa as I reminisced about the first time I was even in this room.

Henry wandered into the loft his stomach churning. The door was open so he just assumed but he couldn't shake the knot in his stomach. Then suddenly, the best noise he had ever heard hit his ears, splashing his body with serenity and leaving him wanting to know who was singing.

"I count the ways I let you down

On my fingers and toes but I'm running out

Clever words can't help me now

I grip you tight but you're slipping out."

Henry crept toward where the music was blasting thinking it would most likely lead to the whole reason he came here.

"And now I'm kissing your tears goodnight

And I can't take it, you're even perfect when you cry

Beautiful goodbye (bye-bye, bye-bye)

It's dripping from your eyes (bye-bye, bye-bye)

Your beautiful goodbye (bye-bye, bye-bye)

It's dripping from your eyes (bye-bye, bye-bye)

Oh yeah."

The song that she was singing clicked in his mind as "Beautiful goodbye." By Maroon 5. He swallowed the lump in his throat trying to calm his nerves as he slowly slid the door open her voice filling him up as it got louder.

"When did the rain become a storm?

When did the clouds begin to form?

Yeah, we got knocked off course by a natural force

And we'll, we'll be swimming when it's gone."

She was bouncing on the heels of her feet as the song blared from her radio. He watched her dance amusement bubbling within him and fondness draping over him as she repeated the chorus. He never got to have fun like this at his own home and just watching her let loose was a riveting experience.

"All the pain you try to hide

Shows through your mascara lines

As they stream down from your eyes

And let them go, let them fly

Holding back won't turn back time

Believe me, I've tried."

He just couldn't help it as he cleared his throat. With a loud yelp she lost her balance and collapsed to the ground. "You left your book-" he began to launch into his explanation of what he was doing here. She shot up to her feet and was shoving him out of the apartment. "What are you doing here? Out. Out!" Even though she was pushing him out of the loft he knew the things he saw here would be never forgotten. He also knew he had something to hold over her. When he heard the song on the radio again he couldn't help the big grin that plastered over his face.

I grinned now just thinking about it. As my eyes danced over the many pictures, I found one of Blairs head from around the corner looking out and me right next to her peering around the corner of the wall. We both looked like we were up to something, and normally we always were. I remember clear as day the first time I ever really defended her, the protectiveness I felt then now sweeping over me.

"Freak." It was a nasty word. A word filled with shattered notions of judging someone without really knowing anything about them. And personally it was a word Henry hated. So when he heard the word directed at Blair his veins were flushed with hot fire as he felt like he was going to lash out and personally give the boy a beating. "You and your mom both are freaks!" The boy continued and Blair turned her face away as tears threatened to spill over her eyes. Henry was in front of her in a second standing proactively. "If you would take a minute to not be such a bully you would realize that only freaks call other people freaks. Science shows you only bully when your insecure. You must have some real issues huh David? Oh and it would also do you some good to notice that your shirts on backwards. I would rather be a freak any day if it mean having common sense." Henry watched in satisfaction as David's smug grin faded into a blank look as every one cooed around them. Henry kept his chin held high as David hung his head and strolled away his friends following with snarls. And Henry scoffed at the mere thought of anyone thinking that's cool. Once David was a safe distance away Henry whirled around to Blair. She had her face buried in her hands her mangled curls framing her face as she seemed to want to sink into the group to avoid everybody and everything. "Hey." Henry began tentatively trying to remove her hands from her face. When she pulled away her cheeks were red from her dried up tears. But it wasn't her face he was focused on it was her hands. Her hands had an enchanting green glow about them that seemed to fade in and out. "I am a freak, why is this happening?" She managed in a shaky whisper. Henry's heart clenched painfully as he narrowed his eyes at Blair. "Don't you dare say that." The firmness in his tone made Blair look up eyes brimming with tears again. "You are not a freak, you are not a freak. This thing whatever it is only makes you all the more special." He promised his words holding all emotion he couldn't portray with his eyes. When Blair realized he wouldn't drop the subject she nodded numbly. Even if she didn't believe the words herself she knew Henry would keep enforcing them. For the first time but not the last time, they hugged.

A sense of warmth encased me as and I was about to leave the room when I spotted another picture staring me straight in the face. It was from the open house night, when Blair had to make a speech, She had practiced on me many times but it was different from talking to me and talking to a whole crowd.

The metal of the restroom door clanged as Blair burst through the bathroom leaving an on edge Henry in her wake. He wanted so badly to comfort her but c'mon it was the girls bathroom! He took a deep breath and sucked up the last of his pride setting off into the bathroom. He cringed when he pushed the door open just hearing the teasing he would face for weeks to come. It's worth it he decided if it meant comforting Blair. Her strangled breaths were heard from the first stall and Henry instantly crashed to his knees outside of the door. "Blair." Stifling silence was met with his statement all he could hear was Blairs frantic pants on the other side. "Go away I don't want you to see me like this," She managed. Henry would have laughed if he wasn't trying to cover up the hurt that slashed his chest. "Well news flash, this isn't the first or last time Ive seen or will see you cry Blair magica Blanchard. Your my best friend of course I'm suppose to see you like this whether you like it or not." He said firmly. The sound of her blubbering tears and shortened breaths stalled for a moment and hope spiked up in him. He knew just the way to calm her and braced his hands against the door making sure she could hear him. "Sing to me?" He asked softly and hesitantly. He knew that singing was her way of calming her nerves and her heart. Henry waited with bated breath as she coiled over his offer. And he felt extreme relief and serenity cloud his mind when her voice sounded followed by her soft singing. "Somewhere over the rainbow way up high

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby," A smile played on Henrys lips as he leaned his head against the door in contentment.

"Somewhere over the rainbow skies are blue

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true," He could feel her gaining confidence with every word. And he could hear her voice thick with tears shedding into a strong voice that was ready for her speech.

"Someday I'll wish upon a star

And wake up where the clouds are far

Behind me

Where troubles melt like lemon drops

Away above the chimney tops

That's where you'll find me." She finished up with a mere whisper and a cleared throat. Henry stumbled as he almost fell threw when the door suddenly opened. Blairs curls were all tucked behind her ears and he could see the tear tracks still present as she planted a smile on her face. "I'm ready." She stated. "I know you are." He replied cheekily and then laughed when he got the breath knocked out of him. Blair has tackled him in a hug wrapping her arms around his neck and giving him a reassuring squeeze. "Thanks H." She said her tone dripping with gratitude. Henry jerked back in surprise, "H?" A blush flushed her cheeks and she tugged on one of her long locks nervously. "Yeah it's a nickname, I just thought we were close enough now that- I dunno it was just a thought. If you don't like it-" Henry watched her ramblings with amusement before he cut her off.

"No I love it, B."

And that was the birth of the nicknames I loved to this day. I set my mug down on her bedside table with a shaky hand. Swallowing back the emotions that threatened to swallow me whole. My eyes examined the things on her bed side table seeing her set of photo booth pictures propped up on her lamp. My eyes danced over them hungrily looking for the warmth our friendship brought. My set was hanging up on the fridge back home. I closed my eyes remembering the trip like it was yesterday.

"I can't believe you've never been to the mall before!" Blair swore as she watched Henry's dazzling eyes watch the mall in wonder. "My moms never taken me out of StoryBrooke before." He mumbled and Blair swore she would have dropped her ice cream if she wasn't holding it so tight. "Well your out of StoryBrooke now H." Blair said sweetly flashing him a smile that Henry couldn't help return. "Hey, what's that?" Henry's smile fades nodding up ahead. "Oh that? That's a photo booth." She answered licking up her dripping ice cream. He quirked and eyebrow at her indicating he was confused. "Oh Cmon! Tell me you've never been in a photo booth and I'll slap you." She said in disbelief her eyes widening. Henry looked at her in flush embarrassment giving her a sheepish grin. Blair smirked deviously before snatching his ice cream away and tossing both of them into the trash. "Hey-" Henry started in irritation but one hand gesture from Blair later he was silenced. She grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his, tugging him towards the booth. She practically forced him to sit and then plopped down next to him. "That thing up their takes pictures of us!" She said her voice brimming with excitement and pointing up at the top corner. So there they sat doing crazy faces and playing all while laughing. When they slid out of the booth they looked at the sets of pictures eagerly. The first picture was of them just smiling pleasantly arms wrapped around each other. The other was of them tongues sticking out looking like goofs. The next one was another silly faced one, Blair making duck lips and Henry with his face popped out like a blow fish, Blair doing bunny ears. The very last one was of Blair laughing so hard she was clutching her stomach and Henry just staring at her fondness written all over his face. "Now we can keep these memories forever." Blair whispered.

The pictures on the wall were haunting me, tormenting me. Suddenly I felt like I couldn't breath as the picture on the wall of me Blair in the school hallway kept bouncing into my vision. The first picture we had taken with the camera she still has to this day I realized with gulp.

Henry spotted the back of Blairs very blonde head from the other end of the hallway. He raced through the crowded hallway bumping into people mercilessly and clutching something tightly behind his back. Once he reached her he brought his hand up smoothly around her shoulders keeping her in place. She froze and sent him a demanding sideways glance. He smirked coyly up at her finding it time to reveal his surprise. He jerked his hand up pointing a gleaming new purple camera at them and snapping a picture with a click. Blair barely had time to tuck her head into his neck smiling broadly before the camera clicked. "Happy birthday." He said sweetly and a jolt of excitement shook Blairs entire body. She turned full fledged around and groped at his upper arm almost digging her fingers in painfully. "No way," she breathed. "Way." He teased as a laugh escaped him. Disbelief shone in her eyes and she went rigid, guessing that she was too shocked to take the camera he placed it carefully in her hands. "I can't believe you remembered, I told you weeks ago I wanted a camera." She stammered her fingers tips tracing the camera and her eyes scrutinizing it.

"Are you kidding me? I remember everything you say."

Once he said it embarrassment hit him like a truck and he clasped his hand over his mouth. But it was too late the words were already out. It seemed like the gods above him had decided to take pity on him because she was still just staring at the camera in amazement. She launched forward and he managed to catch her around the waist as they almost slammed into the lockers. He buried his head into her hair, happy that she was happy with her gift. "You are like my best friend in the whole world." She said meaningfully. He sighed, "Yeah that's what I was hoping for."

I quickly set the picture down gulping down the rest of the drink in one go as it burned all the way down. Good at least something to distract me from the memories enveloping me again. But it seemed like they were unstoppable.

They fought constantly. More than the average friendship. "I can't believe the moment you get back you start berating me about my dad, again!" Blair said in exasperation stomping up the steps to her mothers loft. "I'm just trying to do what's best for you!" Henry retorted with a roll of his eyes. "God! How would you know what's best for me?" Blair yells wheeling around to him. He snorted, "Maybe because I'm your friend, one of your only friends in fact." Blairs face scrunched up and the fire between the both of them seemed to get a little more high. Blair rubbed her temples deciding not to reply to his statement. "And maybe I don't want to find the guy that abandoned me." Henry's hands shot forward trying to grasp her shoulder but she stepped away almost backing into the door. "That's the thing though! You don't know if he abandoned you or not!" Henry protested in a pleading tone. "Not everyone is so obsessed with finding their birth parents Henry! WAKE UP NOT EVERY THINGS A FAIRYTALE!" She finally blew up on him her face turning ravishing shades of red. Henry was startled into silence and she turned to the door her hand hovering over the knob about to open it. "This isn't just about your dad is it?" He finally hissed his tone soft but condescending. Blair froze but didn't turn around. "Your... Mad because I never called you back while I was on vacation." Blair merely shrugged in response, "Why would I be mad about that?" Henrys pointed look sent shivers down Blairs back so she finally spun around her hair falling over her shoulder. "We're you practicing your algebra over vacation?" She tried to ask nonchalantly but he knew her all too well. "I was good at math before you became my tutor Ya know." He remarked looking anywhere but her eyes. She scoffed, "Yeah right you sucked, still do in fact." She crossed her arms over her chest as Henry finally met her eyes, his now blazing with anger. "Ya know what. Not everything's about you!" Henry screamed, as he yanked at his hair. This girl was going to drive him crazy. Blair looked appalled at the mere thought of him saying that. And without further question stormed into her house.

"Of course not! And if you think I'm so shallow then why are we even friends?"

Henry only got one more glimpse at her enraged face before she slammed the door in his face. Oh yes, they fought constantly. More than the average friendship but at least they had one thing in common.

They were crazy about each other and were closer than any other friendship.

It wasn't ten seconds before the door was flying open again. All you saw was Blairs massive curls come hurtling out of the apartment. Henry already had his arms outstretched by the time Blair toppled into them. He had to brace himself against the back wall as Blair pressed herself into him tightly and he rubbed soothing circles into her back. Soon enough though Henry lost his balance from their fierce embrace and they both went crashing to the ground in a fit of laughter.

The pain was unbearable. Every painful second worst than the last. A fiery feeling expanded in my chest. For a moment all I saw was black, and I guess that's what I did, I blacked out. I simply didn't want to do it anymore so my body gave in. I tore the mural down with a growl, tearing everything within arms reach. Tears clouding my vision as I destroyed everything that reminded me of her. My hands started to bleed with glass shattered, my body felt like lead and finally I just collapsed to the ground. Taking gasps for breaths my tears hitting the floor in droplets of water. Her voice ringing in my head.

"I don't know Henry." Blair repeated for what seemed like the billionth time. Henry met her every stride as they walked down Maine street the sun streaming heavily in the sky. "Cmon what is it gonna take?" Henry asked looking at her with pleading eyes as he jutted out his lip. With an irritated sigh Blair came to an abrupt stop on the sidewalk outside of Granny's. She huffed, "Don't Cmon me. Ok? Your asking me to runaway with you to Boston to find the woman that gave you up for adoption eleven years ago? And you don't even know if this is your mom Ya know? We could just be going to Boston to a dead end? Do you know how much trouble me might be in? Scratch that, will be in because lord knows we can't keep anything from our parents. So I'm sorry Henry I really am I'm your best friend, I really am but I don't know if I wanna go on a six hour bus ride with you to Boston ok?" She was very out of breath at the end of her speech and clutched at her side as it started cramping up. Henry studied her for a few moments before sighing. The moment Blair thought he would finally give up and walk away he did something totally unexpected.

He paced into the middle of the street, the middle of Main Street by the way which was always crowded with cars. Sure it was empty now but no doubt cars would be zipping by at any time. He got down on his knees and locked eyes with Blair.

Who at the moment was still on the sidewalk waving frantically at him to get out of the middle of the street. "Henry your going to get yourself killed!" Henry rolled his eyes as he motioned for Blair to join him. "Have a little faith, and come here." Blair swallowed and she snapped her head to both sides making sure no cars were coming before going to him in the middle of the street. She steadily walked out glancing down the road every few moments and once she finally made it to Henry he grabbed her hand, unconsciously rubbing her knuckles. "What happens if I don't know a car comes?" Blair snaps making a smile dance on Henrys lips. "Then we die." Her mouth fell open as she began to stammer. "That- is so not a good plan!" Her reaction to his statement just riled a laugh out of him. "I want you to listen to me alright? I don't want you to say anything at all just listen. Which I know is hard for you." He tried to ignore the glare she shot him. "You are my best friend. And as you know I've been in search for something for a long time. The only person I've relatively come to love is you. I've never really felt right in my own home. Which is why finding my mom is so important to me. And I would love more than anything for you to come with me to find her. It could be an adventure and you love adventures. Plus your always there for me, why should this be any different? This could open so many doors for me. Remember when we first had that study session and I asked you what you wanted? Not what anyone else wanted, you. Well I want this. Now I'm on my knees, on death road begging you to come with me." Blair was moved after his speech and had tears pressuring the back of her eyes. She opened her mouth to respond and a loud beep sounded. They barely had time to jump out of the way of a car swiveling past them. "Damn kids!" Was heard from the driver and Henry and Blair were both sent into giggles. They safely made it back onto the sidewalk before Blair spoke. "If it means you will never kneel down in a middle of an intersection again I will go with you." A burst of happiness ran through Henry and a grin spread over his lips. This was the start of something big.

I struggled to my feet wiping furiously at my eyes looking at the mess that had become Blairs room. It only made a fresh wave of tears appear as I thought about the other messes we had made. I stumbled into her desk chair and with my bloody hands and tear stained face began to write. Like she had taught me, saying writing was the best way to let your emotions go. I scrawled across the page mercilessly until I couldn't feel anything at all.

"Baking is so messy." Blair said begrudgingly plopping some dough into a bowl. "Your such a girl." Henry remarked sprinkling some flour into a bowl. Henry didn't see it but Blair smirked deviously. "Such a girl huh?" She mused and Henry simply nodded in response still not paying attention. Blair carefully palmed an egg in her hand making sure not to make any noise. She raised the egg above his head licking her lips before curling her fingers around the egg. With a crack she crushed the egg all over Henry's head jumping back as he almost had a spas attack. She clamped her hand over her mouth trying to muffle her giggles. He turned to her with wide eyes the goo of the egg splattered on his head. "Your going to get it." He said and on reflex Blair tried to escape but he grabbed her arm spinning her back and dumping flour all over her. She let out a huff, and a puff of smoke filtered through the air. Through her flour caked face she saw Henry keeled over in laughter. "You think your so funny!" Blair gasped trying rub off the flour but to no avail. She dived for the chocolate fudge and was soon squirting it, aiming it straight at Henrys chest. She dropped the bottle with a clatter as Henry slowly dipped his fingers in the chocolate his face scrunching up.

Mary Margaret sat in her room her feet propped up and a good book laid out on her lap. She heard the bangs and clatters coming from the kitchen and grew worried but once she heard the laughs she knew nothing seriously wrong was happening. But her curiosity wasn't crushed so she got up and decided to see for herself what they were up to. She strolled into the room and saw the kitchen practically in tatters. Henry and Blair were both covered in thick sheets of baking ingredients as they ran around the kitchen trying to best the other one. It was at that moment Mary Margaret was faced with a touch decision, she either put a stop to all of this right now, or she join them. "Hey!" She exclaimed crossing her arms over her chest. Henry and Blair stopped dead in their tracks each holding a weapon they turned to Mary Margaret with wide eyes. They look like a deer in headlights she noted with amusement. She took a few long strides forward and secretly drew an egg off the counter as she gave them a scolding look. "Now you two know," She began as a grin spread over her lips.

"That you'll never be able to beat me!"

She claimed laughter coating her voice as she launched her egg. And so the war with baking ingredient resumed, hopefully with no casualties.

Across town Mary Margaret was thinking about the exact same memory. She was sitting where she had sat almost all week staring at Blair and only Blair with the same blank look she had kept up all week. The day Blair got taken to the hospital she cried all night and she hasn't cried since. She simply would not allow herself, to cry. She watched stiffly as Blairs chest rose and fell peacefully. Though there was nothing peaceful about this situation. She shivered at the thought of her daughter in the same position she had been all week. How can one simply not move? According to Doctor Whale she wouldn't be moving for a long time. She was so deep in her thoughts she didn't notice her other problem slip into the room. The man she hadn't thought about since Blair got to the hospital.

David watch Mary Margaret chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully. She was the one thing that had been on his mind all week no matter how much he tried to push the thoughts away. This was ridiculous, he was married even if he didn't remember his wife. He had heard about Mary Margarets daughter and thought it was a shame Blair was now going through what he had only woken up from about a week ago.

He slowly crept up and hesitantly placed his hand on her shoulder. She jumped a small gasp springing from her. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to scare you." David quickly apologized. Mary Margaret rubbed at her sleep ridden eyes sinking lower in her seat. David not knowing what to say gazed at Blair. Her blonde hair sprawled out on her pillow her facial features masked into one of pure bliss as she slept away. "You have a beautiful daughter." He complimented but it only stung Mary's chest. "Thank you." She barely muttered her voice weak from not speaking to anybody.

A sense of familiarity washed over David as he brushed his fingertips against Blairs hand. A tingling arose in his toes making David's hands bunch up into fists at his sides. "It's weird but I feel like I know her." He breathed. Mary Margaret nodded mutely and for the first time all week tears bubbled up in her eyes. She nodded trying to push the tears back and swiping at her eyes. "She has that affect on people." David glanced at her feeling a change in the air around her and he swallowed the lump in his throat. Mary Margaret sucked in a deep breath as her cheeks became damp, tears that she didn't want to shed rolling down them anyways.

"God she doesn't deserve this. Why is this happening?"

David's arms were around her before he even realized and she turned into his chest her voice hysterical. "I wasn't there! I only saw her once that day and now she's in a coma and I just done know what to do!" David stroked her hair hoping to comfort her as she continued to cry.

"Why are you crying?" A soft voice croaked.

With a jolt of surprise Mary Margaret entangled herself from David and swiveled toward Blairs bed. There she laid her lips parted and her eyes slowly blinking open as if it hurt.

"Did someone die or something?"

Blair managed to whisper her voice heavy with fatigue and amusement. Mary Margaret wanted to tackle her with a hug right then and there but knew she was still weak. So instead she smiled wide and yelled, "Get Henry!"

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Henry was finishing up with his letter when Emma burst through the door. "Kid! Someone's waiting for you." She announced and somehow Henry just knew by her wide grin and cheery voice that Blair was awake. He sprinted out of the apartment so fast he didn't even put on a jacket let alone put the letter down. He ran all the way to the hospital clutching the folded up letter as a goofy smile coated his features and his heart pounded with joy that Blair was awake.

By the time Henry got there and raced into the room Blair was sitting up looking extremely pale and Doctor Whale, her mom and a nurse crowded around her. Blair hadn't seen Henry yet but he was waiting patiently for when she did ready to give her the biggest hug in human history. "Her vitals are irregular she should not be up." Whale was mumbling worriedly under his breath as he placed his hands on the sides of Blairs face examine her closely and shinning a light in her eyes.

"Why are there so many doctors in one room?" Blair demanded getting worried as she rubbed her head that seemed to throb. Henry managed a smile, even in this state she was the same old Blair.

"What are you talking about Blair? I'm your doctor that's a nurse and that's your mom." Whale told her while narrowing his eyes at her chart. Mary Margaret gave her a wide smile as Blair turned her eyes into her.

"That's not my mom..." Mary Margarets smile dropped and Whales head snapped up.

"Of course that's your mom." Blair shook her head vigorously edging away from them on the bed. "No I don't know any of you, and you expect me to trust you?" Her voice wavering on the edge of hysterical. Henry felt his stomach drop down to his feet as his mind seemed to be doing overtime.

"Do you remember anything, Blair?" the soft, worn voice of Doctor whale asks. Her answer so plain and clear but yet it made everyone in the room freeze.

"No."

Henry stood mouth agape, eyes glazing over with tears and his letter falling out of his hand and drifting slowly to the ground.

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