Chapter 1

Mary Margaret walked into the apartment to see Henry seated on the floor next to a fallen Emma.

"What happened," Mary Margaret asked as she walked toward them a little frantically.

"She's too heavy," said the boy. "I couldn't move her to the bed."

"Why didn't you call an ambulance," she asked reaching for her cell phone.

Henry quickly put his hand on Mary Margaret's to stop her.

"No ambulance," he said raising his voice, "no hospitals, none of that!"

"Henry, we have to get your mom to a hospital, she could be hurt or dying."

"She's not dying. Just help me get her to your bed, please."

Mary Margaret looked at Henry. She chastised herself for taking the word of a ten year old but some part of her, and she didn't know what that part was exactly, felt compelled to trust him.

"Take her by her right arm," Mary Margaret said.

As they stood over Emma lying unconscious on the bed Mary Margaret shook her head, regretting her choice to listen to Henry.

"Henry we really should get her some help, maybe we can call Doctor Whale and he can make some kind of house call."

"No!" Henry shouted. "She ate an apple turnover that my mom gave her that's all."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Mary Margaret asked as she looked at him.

He looked at Emma. "Don't you see, what's happened to Emma is the same thing that my mom did to you."

Mary Margaret shook her head. The fairytales, that's what this was about.

"Henry, you can't expect me to believe I'm Snow White can you? Your mom may be kind of…intense," she said not wanting to offend him, "but that doesn't make her evil."

"But she is and you are Snow White. And this person lying in this bed is your daughter, the baby you placed in the wardrobe to save from the curse. I don't expect you to believe me but you're in Operation Cobra especially now. Emma needs us and she doesn't have her Prince Charming there's got to be a way to break the curse and I think I know how."

Mary Margaret looked at the blonde on the bed. She did kind of have her looks she supposed. Mary Margaret had once teased to Emma that she had her chin and as she looked to the almost lifeless woman she saw it again.

Mary Margaret wondered if she would regret this like she had regretted not getting her friend to the hospital. Had it always been like this when Emma was with Henry?

She sighed and turned to Emma's son. "Okay, what do we do?"