Just Come Back To Me

SUMMARY: "It is true." Mary Margaret said knowing deep within her soul that it was the truth. She held onto that. She wasn't going too allow this unknown truth to fade from her. She couldn't. If she did for one breath then Emma would be lost.

CATGEORY: Family/ Hurt/Comfort/ Friendship/ Angst/ Drama/ Suspense/ Tragedy/ Spiritual/ Romance/ Crime/ Humor/ Fantasy

RATING: T

PRELUDE:

IT'S NOT TRUE

"I'm not in the book." Emma looked defensively into Mary Margaret eyes. "I'm not in the book." She firmly repeated.

"You are lying." Mary Margaret softly smiled. "You are afraid that Henry's theory is right. You are afraid that whomever he told you are in the book is true." She reached out, and gently put her right hand on her shaking younger roommate's right left hand.

"It's not true." Emma whispered. The picture of Prince Charming kissing baby Emma on the forehead; with tears rolling down his cheeks was imprinted on her brain. No matter how much she tried to throw it away; bury it; burn it; the image simply wouldn't go away. Next to the image was Snow White holding Emma with such love in her eyes. "It's not true."

"It is true." Mary Margaret said knowing deep within her soul that it was the truth. She held onto that. She wasn't going too allow this unknown truth to fade from her. She couldn't. If she did for one breath then Emma would be lost.

"Fairy Tales aren't true." Emma huskily said as she moved her hand underneath from Mary Margaret's warm and protective one. "They are there so children can dream a better life than the one they are currently living. They are there so children can learn to be brave to slay dragons when bullies are hurting them." She frowned, "I gave up the dream a long time go. I knew that my parents wouldn't magically suddenly be there for me."

"How old were you?" Mary Margaret asked.

Emma looked her friend steadily in the eyes; "Two."

"Oh Emma." Mary Margaret chocked out as tears spilled over her eyes.

Emma shrugged, "No loss." She got to her feet. "I live in the real world after all. I learn how to survive on my own. Hell I'm twenty-eight years old and still healthy." She pursed her lips. "I need to get out."

Mary Margaret made to stand up. "No!" Emma harshly said. "I need to be with out you." Mary Margaret's heart broke.

"Just come home." Mary Margaret whispered.

Emma paused. "I don't have a home."

"Yes you do." Mary Margaret answered with such love in her eyes.

Emma ducked her head. She gave a nod; then turned and rushed from the room.

After hearing the front door close; "Just come home my darling." Mary Margaret whispered as tears rolled down her pale cheeks.

END PRELUDE