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!
3. Describe Neal in Charming's position and Emma in Snow's during the first scene of the pilot. BUT in a modern and different way.
Written by: Kenzie
I cough from the smoke. The fire is spreading fast. It won't be long until it gets here now. "Neal..." Emma whispers. I know where this is heading. She wants to do it. She wants to save him. "We have to do it. We have to give him a good home."
"Em, are you insane!?" I practically shout at her. I don't want to give my son away. He is the most amazing thing in my life, and it's been five minutes. "If I take him, you die alone!"
"I'm going to die anyways Neal! I'd rather die alone than our son die as well." She looks into my eyes pleadingly. "Neal, baby, please..."
I know I have to. It's the only thing I can do now. I press my lips to Emma's. "I'll be back," I whisper into her ear. The three of us-yes, Henry as well-have a few moments as a family. Emma hands me Henry and nods, tears forming in her eyes.
I hold Henry in his blanket tightly to my chest and kick open our bedroom door. The smoke from the fire is thick, but I'm going to have to bear it for Henry.
Before I take a single step though, I hear Emma's pained cries. She sounds so saddened without her son. I pause, look back at the door, but then remember my promise to her. I had to save Henry first. Covering his head with my hands, I run to the window where Ruby and Victor, our two best friends, wait in fear. I look down and see Ruby staring up at me. It's then, when I shout if she's ready to catch Henry that I know Emma and I aren't getting out of this. Ruby holds her arms out to catch him. I look down at my son and start to cry. Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I whisper, "Stay strong," and then, I let him fall down into the safety of his godmother's arms. I blow him a kiss and nod at Victor. He knows Emma and I are no longer going to make it out. I run back into Emma's bedroom and mine. Her cries are still coming, so I sit down next to her and pull her into my arms. We don't say anything. I just let her cry in silence. That's when my tears fall.
Because I know that this fire, wherever it may have started in our apartment complex, is going to kill us. We will never see our son go to kindergarten. Or go to his soccer games. We'll never take him to a first day of school. I will never take him shopping for a suit for his Prom. Emma will never get to fuss over Prom pictures. We will never meet his wife, or be at his wedding. I will never see my son grow up into a man.
No words are exchanged because they will do us no good. It won't change our impending death. It won't change the fact that we lost our son. None of this will change. So I just bury my face in Emma's hair. "I love you," she sobs into me.
"I love you, too," I reply, voice shaky.
Those are the last words we ever said to each other on this earth.