HAPPY BIRTHDAY MEGAN! So I decided to do something special for you since this is technically your first birthday that I've been friends with you so, with a lot of help from some friends, we wrote you a bunch of mini fics to one shots to ficlets on a whole range of your favorite Once characters. Have an absolutely fantastic, amazing, awesome, hilarious magical birthday you lovely lady. You absolutely deserve it you Emma Swan you ;) Hope you like them!

2) What if Henry hadn't woken up from the cursed apples spell? What would have happened?

Written by: Lisa

It was a stupid, stupid idea. It was useless, but Emma didn't care. She leaned over anyway and kissed the top of his cold, strangely pallid skin. Henry didn't budge: he didn't move, his sluggish pulse didn't change. Nothing changed. Everything was exactly the same.

I've lost him.

I let him down.

Emma's head spun in a slow pirouette as she blinked once, twice, and tried to understand a life without her little boy, her son, shining light onto every corner of her life and warming her through like nobody ever could.

The was a strangled, shuddering breath from behind, and she had to tear her eyes away and stare. Regina's hands were pressed over her mouth, her expression one of total anguish.

She felt like she'd lost a son too.

The thing that slammed itself against her self-restraint snarled, and Emma let it take over.

Grabbing her and daggering her nails into the expensive fabric of Regina's sleeve, she dragged her along and pulled her into the nearest room, which was mercifully empty. Not that it would have stopped her righteous fury in the least.

Oh God, the solid connection of knuckles to that sharp jaw felt good.

Another to the cheekbone, and Regina gasped, finally reacting to the assault. One smooth motion, a fist to the temple, and even Her Majesty, the Evil Queen couldn't take being brained, apparently. She crumpled to her knees. Emma clutched her lapels and shook her a few times. Regina let out a small, agonized sound. Emma gritted her teeth and wondered when her vision had begun to go blurry.

"Save him," she hissed, shaking Regina with each word, "Save him right now, or I swear I'll kill you, and I won't lose a wink of sleep over it, Regina."

"I can't," she replied weakly, blinking rapidly and breathing hard, as if caught in the midst of a heat wave, "I can't, that, that was meant for you-"

"Yeah, and now he's- God, why did you have to… I was leaving! You won! I was leaving-"

Both women, one kneeling as if in prayer and the other barely upright with terror, were gasping for breath.

"Gold," Regina said after a moment's silence, "He might be able to cure him. He can get Henry back for us…"

The thought of Mr. Gold in her turmoil made Emma want to tear that poisonous tongue right out of his mouth, but she conceded that he seemed to know more then even Regina about the messed up goings-on in this twisted town.

"Fine," she said, and let go of Regina's jacket, "Fine, yeah, we'll go see…"

"Rumplestilskin," Regina answered.

Emma felt a part of herself laugh hysterically as she believed that to be his name without question.

"This magic we're dealing with is extremely powerful, ladies," Mr. Gold told them as he shifted his weight to his cane, "But, uh, like for you… I thought of this. You didn't really think," he said smoothly, turning to Regina, "That I'd let you cast this curse without an escape route, did you? I imbued the cure on a parchment, with a potion… Well, a potion whose power could bring empires to their knees."

He moved slowly from behind the counter. As always, despite the limp, Emma felt her hackles raise: he seemed like he could pounce and tear her throat out with his bare teeth at any moment.

"This potion made you, dearie," he said, pointing a long, bony finger at Emma, "The power of 'True Love'! The rest of the potion's in a safe place, so you'll have to go get it, but only you can wield its power and bring him back."

"And if that doesn't work?" Regina asked, her voice grave and tired. Emma hated her for caring.

"Well," Rumplestilskin replied crisply, "Then we've got to prepare a little plot of land in your mausoleum, now don't we?"

It doesn't work.

After slaying a dragon.

After fighting with a bejeweled sword.

After being betrayed by Gold, the filthy bastard.

A last-ditch attempt to kiss him again.

Nothing.

He flat-lined a half hour ago.

Mary Margaret is beside herself with grief, sobbing quietly. Regina looks numb, numb. Emma doesn't know what to feel. She just… Doesn't. Not anymore. Like before, like she had for years. And yet, this time it was worse. So much worse.

Because now she knows exactly what, and who, she's missing.

"I'm s-so sorry," Mary Margaret whispers, placing a gentle hand on her shoulder, "Oh, Emma, I'm so sorry-"

Emma shrugged off her hand. She couldn't take any physical contact. It was too painful. Pain exploded like hot little grenades in her ribcage, her body heavy and cold.

She turned to Regina and stared hard until their eyes met.

She had never hated someone so completely before in her life.

"I am leaving," she announced, gritting the words out through her teeth, "And I am never, ever coming back."

Regina didn't reply.

Emma stormed out without once looking back.

As she revved the engine of her yellow buggy, she glanced up at the Town Hall clock face.

Eight-fifteen.

She checked her phone sadly, scrolling through the snatches of pictures of Henry, beautiful, energetic, resourceful, brave and alive Henry.

Her phone said one thirty in the morning.

The clock had stopped.

Emma shifted the clutch and drove out of Storybrooke for the last time.