AN: I decided to post the first chapter tonight as well. I hope you like this. All reviews are welcome! PLZ R&R!

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Chapter 1

Emma Swan moved around the room of the bed n' breakfast as she finished packing up the rest of their things. She glanced over to her son's side of the room as the ten-year-old continued to play with his electronics.

"Henry could you please finish packing up your things?" she sat on the edge of the bigger bed to rest for a minute. "We need to get on the road soon."

"But mom," he whined.

"Listen to your mother," Neal came out of the bathroom after he packed up all of their essentials. "We need to get on the road soon if we want to make it home in time for you to get to school on Monday."

"Well I don't," Henry mumbled.

"Henry, please."

Henry sighed dramatically as he finally got up off the bed and started shoving his things into his suitcase.

"It's too early for him to be morphing into a teenager already," Emma commented as Neal closed his suitcase and went to her, as she was running her hands over her swollen belly.

"How you doing today?" he asked her as he sat beside her, placing a hand over hers on her belly.

"Be prepared to stop every five minutes for my bathroom breaks," she sighed.

"Sooo….Have you thought anymore about-"

"Neal," she sighed. "Please-"

"I know you're scared," he interrupted her. "I know that we both have trust issues a mile long, but we've gotten to a good place now. We have been living together for over a year now, we have Henry, and we have this little one on the way."

Emma smiled as Neal moved his hand over her belly and she felt a swift kick like she always did whenever he talked to her belly.

"We're already a family." Neal stated. "I just-I would like to make it official."

"I just-I need some more time," she looked at him. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he pulled her closer as she lay her head on his shoulder.

"You're not mad?" she whispered.

"Not at all," he softly kissed her cheek. "We both know that we each have issues that will be with us for a long time. Our parents-"

"Neal-"

"There is a chance that they'll find us," he told her as he glanced at Henry, who was finishing up his packing. "We have to be prepared for when they do."

"We will be," she assured him as she slowly stood up with a little help from him.

Neal and Emma finished packing everything up as they tried to move Henry along. Neal went out to start loading up the car as Emma double-checked that they had gotten everything. She looked over at Henry as his bag sat beside him on the other bed. He had abandoned his tablet and was replaced with a thick book that was positioned on his lap as he silently looked through it.

"What you got there kid?" she asked him as she closed up her suitcase.

"I found this in the bottom of the dresser," he looked up at her. "It wasn't there before. It's like it just appeared."

"Things don't just appear out of thin air," Emma looked at Neal as he came back into them.

"This did," Henry told them.

"What kind of book is that?" Neal asked his son as he sat beside him.

"It looks like a fairy tale book, only different."

"What do you mean?"

"It's like background stories of all the fairy tales you've read to me," Henry told them. "And it's like continuations of the stories."

"Neat," Emma smiled.

"Can I have this?" Henry looked at his parents. "Maybe the people who were in this room last didn't want it and left it here on purpose."

"Well with that logic…" Emma started.

"Sure kid," Neal smiled at his son. "You can have it."

"Awesome, thanks!" Henry started to help them with all their bags.

"At least it'll keep him off the electronics," Emma stated as Neal helped her stand.

"They make him happy," Neal defended himself.

"They distract him from his schoolwork,"

"You were the one who got him the game system," he told her as they all walked out of the bed n' breakfast with the rest of their things.

"It was Christmas," she said as they all climbed into the car.

"OK, enough," Neal started up the car. "We need to get going."

"I will be sleeping most of the way," Emma closed her eyes.

"Good, you need your rest." Neal pulled away from the bed n' breakfast as Emma lay her head against the back of the seat; she was out before he even turned off the road.

"Emma," she barely heard the soft whisper near her ear.

"Mom," she felt gentle shaking.

"Come on Sleepyhead," Neal said a little louder.

"What-" she grumbled as she blinked her eyes open.

She gave a small smile as she saw that they were parked in the lot of a small late-night bakery. She slowly sat up as she saw Neal and Henry with smiles on their faces as they stood on her side of the open car door. Neal knelt down before her as he took the single cupcake out of the box and lit the lone candle.

"Make a wish, Birthday Girl." Neal held the cupcake before her.

"You know I don't like my birthday," she stated.

"Which is why I always have to plan these trips before your birthday," Neal told her. "But we both decided that we had to acknowledge your birthday in some way. Now please make a wish."

"I have my boys with me," she smiled. "I couldn't ask for anything more."

Emma slowly blew out the candle and smiled at her family in front of her. She kissed Neal on the cheek as she split the cupcake in half to share with her son. Henry gladly accepted it as Emma licked the frosting off her half.

"Thank you," she smiled at her boys.

"All right," Neal stood up again and he and Henry got back into the car. "We should make it to New York by morning. Then it shouldn't be much longer until we reach home."

"So how old are you now Mom?" Henry asked as Neal pulled back onto the road again to continue their journey.

"Twenty-eight," she looked back at him. "If I hear you say the word old-"

"You're still young mom," Henry smiled at her.

"Good answer," Emma smiled at her son.

"I've taught my boy well," Neal told her.

"It is strange though," Henry mumbled.

"What's strange?"

"This book I found," Henry opened it up again.

"The fairytale book?" Emma looked back at him.

"Yeah," he turned some pages. "There's an Emma in it."

"Really?"

"Is that Emma as fierce as your mom?" Neal asked as he made it back onto the highway. "Is she a fighter like your mom?"

"I'm not sure. The book ends when she's born and she's being put into a magical wardrobe."

"Wardrobe?" Emma looked at Neal.

"They call her The Saviour. She's supposed to break a curse that the Evil Queen put on all of the fairytale characters when she's twenty-eight."

"Calm," Neal mumbled so that only Emma could hear him.

"This Emma is the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming." Henry revealed.

"Really," Neal started getting an uneasy feeling.

"And the Evil Queen put a curse on all the land so to save their daughter Snow White and Prince Charming sent her through the magical wardrobe to give her her best chance."

"That sounds interesting," Emma said softly.

"They sent her into this world, our world" Henry continued. "Wouldn't that be cool? All the fairytale characters living among us and we would never know?"

"Totally," Neal stated as he and Emma shared a look. "Relax, it's nothing."

"He has a storybook that appeared out of nowhere that tells the story of us," Emma hissed softly.

"It's nothing. We'll be back in New York by morning and back to our normal lives."

"What the-this can't be," Emma resurfaced as she heard Neal's panicked voice.

"What's going on?" she slowly opened her eyes.

"It's nothing," he told her as she sat up.

"What time is it?" Emma glanced back to see Henry fast asleep.

"Going on six am," Neal told her.

"Then why doesn't this look like New York?" she looked out the window.

"Don't panic,"

"Why?"

"Not even five minutes ago I saw a sign for New York. Now I just saw a sign that says we're in Maine."

"How'd we get in Maine? We never pass through Maine."

"Either we got turned around somehow or-"

"Or someone really wants us here," Emma spotted the miles of woods surrounding them.

"It'll be ok," Neal assured her. "I'll just turn back around-what?"

"What is it?" Emma looked over at him.

"I can't turn around," Neal said as he struggled with the steering wheel.

"Oh my god," Emma gasped. "We're in-"

"Storybrooke," Neal stated as he started struggling with the brake pedal.

"What's going on?" Henry's soft voice came from the backseat as Emma saw him slowly waking up. "Are we home? Wh-Where are we?"

"We got turned around somehow," Emma told him. "We're trying to find an exit so we can turn around."

"I don't see one," Neal told her. "Something is very wrong here."

"Hang on Henry," Emma reached back to try to stop a possible impact with the back of her seat.

"Oh no," Neal tried frantically to stop the car as they passed through a seemingly invisible barrier and they all felt the impact.

"Henry!" Emma screamed frantically.

"Mom!" Henry slammed against his seatbelt.

"Emma!" Neal watched in horror as her forehead hit the windshield.

Sheriff David Nolan walked into his loft apartment that he shared with his wife Mary Margaret in the early morning hours. He had volunteered for the late shift so that he wouldn't think about the fact that he was missing yet another one of his daughter's birthdays. Twenty-eight years; twenty-eight birthdays they had both missed. Twenty-eight years of missed milestones for the both of them.

Charming knew that it was the best decision he had made when he had put his daughter through the wardrobe just minutes after Snow had given birth. When The Evil Queen and her guards had stormed the castle he was able to get her in the wardrobe just in time. After the battle had ended and Regina cast her curse on everyone in the Enchanted Forest-Snow and Charming realized that they weren't affected by it.

Everyone from their world were transported to the nonexistent-to the outside world-town of Storybrooke, Maine. Snow and Charming were the only ones that still had their memories from before. Everyone else believed they had different identities, thanks to Regina-the mayor of their new residence. They kept it a secret from everyone else when they realized that they would never be able to convince everyone of who they really were. To the other residents of Storybrooke, they were David and Mary Margaret Nolan. Behind closed doors though, when it was just the two of them, they were Snow and Charming.

David hung his jacket up and silently walked through the loft apartment and pulled the curtain back separating their bedroom from the rest of the apartment. He carefully climbed onto the bed behind Mary Margaret as he saw a picture clutched in her hand. He smiled softly when he saw that it was the picture that Happy was able to snap of their family of three just after Emma was born; right before the battle at the castle had begun. The picture had somehow made it's way with them into this new world. They managed to keep it hidden, only getting it out when it was just the two of them.

"We missed another one," Snow whispered as Charming took the picture from her.

"I know," he kissed her temple as she turned over to face him. "I thought about her all night long."

"Twenty-eight years," Snow teared up. "We missed twenty-eight years of birthdays, milestones, her first steps, first words, first friends, first days of school, first dates, first dances…."

"I wanted it all too," he held her. "I wanted to be there to teach her everything a dad should, to take her for her first day of school, teach her to dance for her first big school dance, threaten her dates that they would never be good enough because I would always be the number one guy in her life…"

"She would've been such a daddy's girl," Snow smiled up at him.

"But you would've been so close with her too," he assured her. "Especially when she hit those teenage years and started liking boys. I imagine we would've had full-on screaming fights because I would've definitely gone into overprotective dad mode when they started coming around."

"And when one of those boys broke her heart for the first time she would see that you had good reason to act the way you did,"

"If only," David sighed deeply.

"If only," Snow murmured in agreement.

The silence was broken and they were brought out of their daydream when they heard David's phone go off. He sighed as he reached into his pocket to retrieve his cell phone.

"Sheriff Nolan," he answered. "Graham, what's going on? I just got home."

Snow watched as David talked to the deputy that he had left in charge in his absence at the station. He sat right up on the bed again as he digested what Graham was telling him.

"I'm on my way," David responded before he hung up his phone abruptly.

"What is it?" Mary Margaret looked at him in concern.

"There's been an accident," he started to climb out of bed again.

"Who is it?"

"Graham didn't recognize the car." David looked at her. "It's at the town line."

"Wait," Mary Margaret stopped him. "Are you saying that someone got past the barrier? Someone not from here?"

"I'm telling you what Graham told me," David told her. "Would you like to come along? Graham said that there are multiple victims."

"Anything to take my mind off of today," Snow followed him out the door, grabbing their coats along the way.

David and Mary Margaret pulled up to the scene of the accident as they saw all the excitement. A single car was turned over onto it's side as Graham and the EMTs worked to help the victims inside.

"What do we have?" David rushed up to them.

"It's a family of three," Graham told them. "Mother, father, and a child in the backseat. The child is conscious but he keeps yelling for his parents so we haven't been able to get any information out of him."

"Let me try," David went to the back door and tried to jimmy it open.

"Mom! Dad!" the boy continued to yell.

"Hey kid," David smiled at him through the crack in the window. "I'm Sheriff Nolan, but you can call me David. Can you tell me your name?"

"H-Henry,"

"How old are you Henry?" David took the crowbar from Graham to try to get the door open.

"Ten," Henry struggled with his seatbelt. "I need my mom and dad."

"We're going to get you all out," David assured him. "But right now, my concern is you. Are you hurt anywhere?"

"My hand hurts a little," the boy admitted.

"Can you try to make a fist for me?"

While David was getting Henry to calm down, Mary Margaret went to the front of the car to see how bad of shape the other two victims were in. She got to the door as the driver was coming to.

"Hey," she smiled at him. "Good, you're awake."

"What-" the man looked disoriented.

"You're going to be ok. Can you tell me your name?"

"N-Neal," he looked around. "Where-"

"Your son is fine," Mary Margaret assured him. "We almost have him out."

"My girl," Neal looked next to him and saw the gash on her forehead as the blood trickled down. "You have to get her out right now."

"We're working on getting all of you out."

"You need to get her out now! She's pregnant."

"David!" Mary Margaret yelled over to him as he was helping one of the EMTs cut Henry out of the seatbelt.

"What's the matter?" he called back.

"The female victim-she's pregnant."

David got Henry seated in the back of the ambulance with one of the EMTs checking him over. He rushed back over to the car with the other EMT following him. The driver was still struggling as he tried to reach over to the passenger side.

"I'm Sheriff Nolan," David got his attention. "What's your name?"

"Neal," he continued to struggle. "You have to get her out."

"And we will, but you need to calm down. The more time we have to spend trying to calm you down, the less time we have to help your wife."

"Not wife,"

"Sorry, girlfriend."

"Kind of fiance, I hope. It's complicated."

"We will get your girl out. Do you know how many weeks along she is?"

"She's thirty weeks, seven and a half months."

"Mary Margaret," David looked over at her as she tried to help the EMT. "She's thirty weeks along."

Mary Margaret couldn't say anything; she was trying to stay out of the way of the EMT as he checked the female victim over. There was no response from her yet. Mary Margaret went to grab her hand in comfort when it happened. As soon as their skin touched, Mary Margaret got flashes of memories. The one that stood out above the others was an image of David putting their daughter in the wardrobe.

"Emma," Mary Margaret gasped as the victim's eyes fluttered open and looked right into her eyes.

AN: So what'd you all think for my first attempt at Once Upon A Time fanfiction. I'm sorry if I got anything wrong. Like I said I am new to writing for this TV show. Tell me what you think! PLZ R&R!