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Chapter 2 of Black Friday Madness

Henry woke up to the sound of someone pounding on the door to the loft and he could only groan as he covered his head with the pillow, willing them to go away with his rather unhappy thoughts. Three minutes went by and with his unfortunate luck the pounding didn't let up. He peeked out from under the pillow to read his clock, raising a brow when he read it was only four-thirty in the morning. Really? They had to start this early in the morning?

He exhaled a long breath as he swung his now gangly legs out of bed and wiped at his eyes with his hands, really hoping that whoever it was wouldn't be too much of a pain in the neck. That was not how he wanted to start the morning.

Pulling a shirt over his head, he made his way down the stairs wincing at just how hard the door was being hit. Whoever it was better have a hell of a reason was all he could think as he crossed the living room and let out a yawn, his eyes settling on a note that lay on the counter with his name done in the flourish of Mary-Margaret's curlicue handwriting covering the front. The pounding once again sounded and he redirected himself. The letter would have to wait for later.

He swung the door open, blinking at the light in the foyer before his eyes focused on the man standing in front of him.

"Uh…grandpa? What are you doing here? And this early in the morning?"

Instead of answering his questions, Rumpelstiltskin pushed past him into the living room where the festivities from the night before had taken place, examining the dim room that was only illuminated by the rising sun before turning toward Henry who was beginning to shut the door.

"No need to close that lad, I'm only here for a bit. I'm looking for your mother."
"Emma? She'd be down patrolling Black Friday shopping I'm sure."
"Really? Because I've not seen hide nor hair of her and I've looked."

Henry crossed his arms over his chest and let out a sigh. It was way too early for this.

"Well, I don't know what to tell you. I just woke up, thank you for that by the way. Maybe you should go find my grandma. She's probably seen her."

Rumpelstiltskin stood there for another moment and Henry tried to tamper down the annoyance building up inside of him but he was on the edge of shoving the older man out of the door just so he could go catch up on the sleep he was desperately wanting.

"Well, if you see her can you please have her call me? It's a matter of great importance."
"Sure, whatever you say," Henry shrugged, not even working hard to keep the yawn from breaking out across his face.

His grandpa finally moved back toward the door just as footsteps were sounding in the stairwell.

"So you'll have her call me?"
"If I see her," Henry reassured him hoping above all hopes that whoever it was who was coming up the stairs was his grandma.
"Good. Well, I'll see you around Henry. Be…good."

Henry's lips twisted into a smile at the advice that awkwardly came from the man who really was trying to better himself for the sake of family.

Rumpelstiltskin turned away just as Grace reached the top step and he watched as the adult and his friend awkwardly waved at each other before the man broke for the stairs like the house was on fire. Wherever he was going he was in a hurry.

"Oh good, you're awake," Grace said as she lit one of her bright smiles at him. "My dad is actually doing some shopping and I'm not very fond of the chaos so I wanted to see what you were up to."

They heard the door to the building slam shut just then and Henry observed the amused look that Grace shot down the stairs. Even at five in the morning she looked radiant. He felt his skin grow warm as he realized the direction of his thoughts and he prayed to God it wasn't showing on his face when she looked back at him.

"So is it alright if I come in?"
"Oh, right! And um, hi by the way."

He moved aside as she slipped through the doorway, the smell of something wonderful assailing his senses in her wake. He shut the door and moved for the kitchen, the question of whether she wanted a hot chocolate or not on the tip of his tongue just as there was a loud crash followed by a horrific thump from his grandparent's room.

"What was that?" she finally asked the question he was wondering, her hands freezing at the scarf's knot around her neck.

Her question was punctuated by a stream of curses emitting from the room and Henry moved forward only to see David suddenly stagger toward the doorway, reaching his arms out for the frame before falling into it. He was amazingly quiet as he squinted his eyes at the room, lifting a hand in their direction before bringing it back down to his side.

"You okay there, Gramps?"
"Just stop moving everywhere, Henry, and we'll be alright," he muttered and Grace lifted her brows at her host who only gave her a shrug as he let out a long sigh.
"Should I make breakfast?" she suggested and Henry nodded, moving forward once again as David attempted another step that left him reaching for the little table that was set with picture frames and porcelain birds.

He now had an idea of how something had broken in his grandparent's room and a part of him dreaded walking in to see what damage David had exacted on his grandma's collectibles.

He caught the man just in time as David pulled his hand, slowly moving the burlap runner that effectively brought Mary-Margaret's favorite picture closer to the edge of the table.

"Hey, Gramps, why don't we get you to the couch?"
"The couch? I can sit down Henry."
"Yep, that's why we're going to the couch."
"Oh," David said as Henry grunted underneath all of his weight, his gaze flickering over toward the kitchen where Grace was beginning to crack eggs into a bowl. "Who's your friend Henry?"
"You know Grace, Jefferson's daughter."
"Right, right. Hello Grace!"

Henry winced at the volume of his grandfather's enthusiasm and had to pause to keep from falling over as his Gramps extended his hand in a wave at the young girl. She gave him an amused smile and waved right back, quirking an eyebrow at Henry that hinted that he would soon be telling her everything in a bit.

"She's pretty," her grandfather observed as they rounded the counter, getting closer to the couch in sight. "Is she your girlfriend?"

If Henry wasn't blushing before, he was now and he could only be grateful that his chore at hand was hiding his face from Grace's view.

"No, she's not. Just…" he paused remembering Hook's words earlier that week. Never use the word "just" when introducing a girl."She's a really good friend."
"Well, maybe if you ask nicely she'll be your girlfriend," David stage whispered at his grandson with a wink, causing Henry's ears to burn a bright red. He didn't even dare to look in his friend's direction as he grabbed the remote off of the end table and turned on the tv for his grandfather.
"Where did the orange roses come from?" David suddenly asked and Henry looked around the room in confusion before his eyes fell on the orange roses that stood proudly in one of his grandmother's crystal vases in the middle of the dining room table.
"I don't know. Killian I suppose," Henry muttered, turning his attention back to hitting play on the DVD, not caring if they were repeating Beauty and the Beast.

Anything that managed to capture his gramps' attention at this point was more than welcome; other than Grace. He'd prefer for her presence to go unnoticed if his gramps was going to be throwing those weird remarks around when she came to his mind.

"I'm going to kill that bloody pirate," David suddenly said in a tone that was dark enough to give Henry cause to turn around.
"What? Why?"
"Those roses…how dare he bring Emma orangeroses!" was all he half yelled and half growled, not making any sense to Henry or to Grace who had paused in her breakfast making duties.
"Would you prefer he brought her daisies?" Henry half-joked as the volume of a commercial burst from the tv, stunning David for a second before the scowl covered his face once again.
"Yes! Daisies at least don't mean passion, desire and other things that wouldn't sound dirty if they weren't coming from him."

Henry raised a brow, highly doubting that Hook knew the meaning behind what each flower meant if he even knew that there was such a thing as flowers having specific meanings. Of course his gramps would know. He was Prince freakin Charming and Prince freakin Charming was struggling to stand up again.

"I'm going to beat his ass. I'm going to show him-"
"Nothing," Henry said firmly as he shoved the man back down into the couch. "You're in no shape to fight so just sit there and watch your movie."

David huffed, crossing his arms across his chest in distaste but Henry didn't budge from his order.

"After I feel better can I get Hook?"
"Maybe, but for now you sit."

When he felt it was safe enough, he left his Gramps sitting on the couch and moved toward the kitchen, running his hands down his face as he did so. When his grandma got back he was taking a nap. A very long nap.

"So," Grace smiled at him, flicking her eyes from his face to the living room and then back again. "I take it you had a very interesting Thanksgiving?"

Henry gave her a half smile before leaning against the counter beside her. "You have no idea."

Mary-Margaret scowled as someone once again elbowed her in the ribs, nearly making the Pure Heart known for her grace and benevolent spirit completely lose it. A part of her longed for the sword that was leaning in the corner of her bedroom if not to poke people out of her way than to simply show them that she wasn't one to be trifled with.

"You've got to put a little backbone into it, princess," Regina smirked from beside her, nearly toppling over a little kid in the process of reaching for one of the last perfumes in her favorite scent. "You know, get a little rough…like our dear Belle over there."

The pixie haired woman looked over toward where she had last seen the gentle spirited librarian nearly brawl with someone over an umbrella stand earlier that morning. It had been quite shocking to see the girl who was always preaching about showing your good side fall to Regina's level.

"You've corrupted her."
"No. I've simply shown her how to get what she wants on Black Friday and you'll do good to follow if you plan on saving money on Christmas presents this year," Regina called from over her shoulder, the location of her voice surprising Mary-Margaret.

She glanced at the witch to find she was now on the other side of the store. Impossible. It was almost like she was using-

"Magic," Mary-Margaret finished dryly as she watched several boxes of lotion fall from the top shelf rather coincidentally into Regina's shopping basket.

She turned away with irritation, eyes lighting on one of the last Vanilla Spice lotion bottles on the shelf beside her. It was one of the few scents Emma actually liked so without a second thought she reached for it only to have someone else grab for it the same time she did.

Her eyes looked up to meet those of a woman she had yet to meet and there was a pause in the air as they seemed to measure each other up, neither willing to let the lotion go. Mary-Margaret knew it was just lotion and really, it wasn't that important but she was getting tired of being pushed around, of getting her feet stepped on, and her ribs getting elbowed every fifteen seconds so she lifted her chin a couple of notches and tightened her grip on the bottle.

"Let go," the other woman ordered and Snow only shook her head and clenched her jaw.
"No, you let go."
"I don't think so. You've been standing here long enough and you never made a grab for it. It's mine."
"Obviously I did make a grab for it," Mary-Margaret smirked, indicating the flaw in the other woman's sentence with a glance at their hands. "You let go."
"No, you."
"No. You let go."
"Oh, ladies please," Belle's voice broke in suddenly and before any of them could blink, the other woman was being pushed away from Mary-Margaret with a surprising amount of force.

Mary-Margaret watched with horror as the other woman widened her eyes as she fell back uncontrollably, only coming to a stop when she crashed into the backside of another unsuspecting customer. From there complete chaos broke out around them and Mary-Margaret could only stand by Belle and watch as the room fell apart. Lotion bottle dropped to the ground, display tables were knocked out of place and women screaming set the scene and Mary-Margaret noted with sarcastic pleasure that Regina wasted no time grabbing products from the victims' baskets that had gone askew.

She glanced at Belle who stood stock still beside her, her blue eyes wide with embarrassment as she took in what it was she had done and before Mary-Margaret could say anything, the girl was running forward to the first fallen woman and helping her stand to her feet.

"Mary-Margaret."

Mary-Margaret turned at the sound of her name, studying the other customers who either kept shopping or watched the craziness around them but not seeing who it was who had called her. She was about to turn her attention back toward Belle when she heard her name once again only this time when she looked back, she saw a hand with a familiar looking cane raise in the air near the door and she let out a weak moan.

What did he want?

She sauntered toward him in spite of her dislike for his presence, finally stopping in front of him and setting her hands on her hips as he studied her from head to toe.

"What can I help you with Rumpelstiltskin?"
"Well, for one you can keep my Belle out of trouble," he muttered, his eyes turning back toward the chaos in the bath store, "But the main reason I'm here is I'm looking for Emma."
"Oh, Emma? Well, she should be-"

Mary-Margaret furrowed her brow just then. Now that she thought of it she hadn't spotted Emma anywhere.

"Here?" Rumpel finished for her, giving her that quizzical look of his. "Tell me something I do not know like where she'd be if she wasn't here."

He watched the petite woman give a sigh and turn her glance toward the direction of the docks.

"Killian," she finally said. "She's with Killian."
"Ah, the pirate. Of course." He gave her a grim smile before setting his cane under his arm and gave her a faint wave. "I'll be off then."
"Wait, what are you wanting with Emma."
"A favor?"
"Well, do you think you can wait to call off that favor after the chaos."
"No…I'm afraid it can't."

Mary-Margaret let out a frustrated sigh and was about to tell him what else was on her mind when she realized he wasn't standing there anymore.

Whatever was all she could think as she turned back toward the store to help Belle and retrieve Regina from whatever shenanigans she was playing at.

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