It Feels so Right with You

Mary Margaret came to the diner straight away. However, as expected, David was nowhere to be seen. She sighed and wandered over to their booth. She gave a small smile as she touched the faded leather. Fond memories crowded in, forcing away the bad. Her fingertips lingered on the furniture, as she thought of their first meeting.

The cabin in the woods. It was still there. She sighed as she thought of those memories. Funny enough, that seemed like a simpler time to her. Before any ex-wives entered the picture, David went back to his old life, and Emma wasn't acting insane. She cracked a smile at that last thought. She knew kids, better than Emma thought. She could tell that the girl was lying. Almost like a superpower huh.

But, Mary Margaret was also not a person who got involved in others' business. She trusted Emma to do what's right. And besides, what trouble could a twelve-year-old kid get into?

She exited the diner and began blindly walking on the streets. She glanced up and saw Regina exiting Gold's shop. The mayor looked… happy. At least there was a smile on her face. Mary Margaret veered right, intentionally avoiding the mayor. She'd rather not open that can of worms today.

"Afternoon Mary Margaret," Archie said, walking past with Pongo. She nodded in greeting, before heading to her car. She needed some air. A little time to think, preferably away from the town. The first thought that came to mind was the cabin. She mentally shrugged as she turned the key in the ignition. It's not like she could feel any worse today. Hopefully.

The first breath of forest air did wonders for Mary Margaret. She stepped out from her car, and just took in the scenery around her. The pine trees gently swayed in the fall breeze. She could feel a connection to their life as well.

She stepped forward, enjoying the crisp crunch of pine needles underfoot. This was the best idea she'd had all day. She slammed the car door, and headed up the well worn path to the cabin. She stepped onto the deck, feeling it creak beneath her.

She stayed like this for ten minutes, just enjoying the weak sunshine slicing in through gaps in the trees. She enjoyed the silence of her surroundings for a while. It was clearing away the cobwebs in her head, and allowing her to have a proper think about things.

Of course, she kept well clear of a little space in her brain neatly labeled "David" but otherwise, she could truly think. The breeze continued to sigh through the trees, lazily finding it's way to her. She let it come for a few more minutes before she began to feel the cold. She hadn't brought a jacket after all and was only dressed in black jeans and a red top.

She finally gave in and headed into the cabin. She almost screamed when she realized there was someone else there. A head was visible from the back, sitting on the couch.

She gasped, alerting the person of her presence. He turned around, blue eyes widening in surprise. Mary Margaret just stood and stared as her brain instantly recognized the face.

"David?"

David stared into his coffee for an embarrassingly long amount of time after Mary Margaret left. Eventually, Ruby has gently roused him from his thoughts, and he quickly left. He'd walked home, quietly letting himself in.

Kathryn was at work, so he was alone. The only thing he could focus on was that lamp. Memories kept flooding through his brain, but they felt fake. Like they weren't his to have. Like it was another man who lived them.

But Kathryn was so hopeful for them. He just couldn't let her down. It didn't feel right. But then of course, neither did being with her. In fact, stupid as it sounded, the only thing that did feel right was Mary Margaret and Emma. He just felt a calmness and a sense of purpose settle over him whenever in their presence. Again, stupid right?

He could feel his nerves fraying, spinning out of control in the empty house. The tick of the clock Kathryn loved so much was killing him. He stood up, going over to look at the thing. The damn thing was broken anyways. It just read 8:15. Didn't change, didn't move. It was useless. But she liked it.

He'd finally had enough, and purposefully strode out the door. He needed to go back. He needed to go back to the one place that felt like home right then. The cabin in the woods.

David felt emotion flood into him, as his senses were clicked on. He couldn't help a smile from breaking out onto his face. Mary Margaret kept her shocked face for a touch longer but even she couldn't stop the grin from playing at her lips.

"What are you doing here?" they both asked simultaneously. David chuckled before actually answering the question.

"I needed some time to think. Away from Storybrooke. This was the first place that came to mind." David looked down at the confession. He realized how pathetic it must sound.

But Mary Margaret was nodding in understanding.

"Me too," she said, giving a small shrug. David had to grin. She came next to him and sat down.

"Where's Emma?" David asked, half grateful that she didn't seem to be here.

"Oh, she's at the loft," Mary Margaret answered. "I think she's reading a new book she got from the store."

"Ah," David nodded in understanding. He stayed silent for a while, just enjoying the relative peace they'd both found.

"How's Kathryn?" Mary Margaret asked after a few minutes. This time, David felt like he could answer truthfully.

"I don't know her. I mean, I have memories of her. Sure, but it doesn't feel like they're real. I don't know. It feels like I dreamed them." It all came out in a tumble, and he looked at Mary Margaret, panic rising in his gut. But she just smiled sympathetically.

"It must be hard for you," she said, laying a hand on his arm. David smiled at the kind gesture.

"It just doesn't feel right," he admitted. There he said it. The words hung heavy in the air, as he admitted exactly what he felt. The truth was, he was not the same guy he was before the accident. He wasn't the same guy that fell in love with Margaret. It was a truth he had to face.

When he turned to face Mary Margaret, she was still smiling sympathetically. David leaned in a fraction, before stopping hesitantly. But Mary Margaret did not pull away.

It gave him the courage he needed. He leaned towards, even more, softly pressing their lips together. And he just kissed her.

Eek, sorry about the lack of Belle. Next chapter I promise.

Next time… David and Mary Margaret's kiss has unimaginable consequences.

R&R

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