Chapter 3

"Where is he," Regina said storming into the apartment.

"Where is who?" Mary Margaret asked.

"Don't play dumb with me princess," Regina said mockingly. "Where's Henry, where is my son?"

Before Mary Margaret could answer, Henry moved passed Regina as he walked in, "What are you doing here," he said coldly.

Regina crossed her arms. "It's late. I'm here to take you home."

"I'm not going anywhere with you," Henry said moving toward Mary Margaret.

"Henry," said Regina, "I don't have time for this. We're going," she said taking a step forward.

"No!" Henry shouted. "You're going. I know what you did. You poisoned my real mom. You poisoned Emma with that apple that you gave to Mary Margaret."

Regina looked over their shoulders to see Emma lying on the bed, asleep. For a moment her eyes gleamed but as quickly as that had come they quickly reverted.

Regina took a step forward placing her hand on Henry's arm and lowered to his level, "This is non-sense Henry. I'm sure Emma will wake up and when she does she'll leave Storybrooke like she planned. Now let's go home."

Henry shook his mother off. "Stop treating me like I'm crazy. You always have. I know the truth and so do you! I'm not going anywhere with you and you can't make me, you don't have magic here."

Mary Margaret looked at Henry amazed at his strength, confidence and composure. She wondered where the boy had gotten it from. It clearly wasn't from his adoptive mother. If such a small boy could have that much power within him then surely she could muster up some of her own.

Mary Margaret placed her hands on Henry's shoulders. "He's staying here Regina," she said with her own confidence despite it was slightly shaky, "With his mother and with me."

Regina stood and looked coldly at the woman before her. "I won't let you do that!"

"You don't have a choice Madam Mayor," Mary Margaret said. "The second Henry gets home I'm sure he will find some way to come back here. He's very resourceful as you may remember. After all he did leave Storybrooke to go find his mother, what makes you think he won't find a way to come back to her again?"

Regina smiled, "Well, look who developed a backbone."

"Henry is staying with me," Mary Margaret said, "Now get the hell out of my apartment."

Henry looked up at Mary Margaret and smiled and then turned to his mother and smirked.

"I told you," said Henry, "Good will always win."

Regina pretended as if she had not heard that comment. "I will come back for you Henry. You are still my son and I do love you."

"No you don't," Henry replied softly, "You just pretend you do."

Regina looked at her son and then at Mary Margaret, then to the occupied room and back to Henry before taking her exit.

"How is she," Henry asked going to the room knowing his question was rhetorical.

"The same," Mary Margaret replied. "Henry we should get her to a hospital. This could be dangerous."

"It's not," he said sitting on the bed, running his hand over Emma's embroidered name on the blanket.

"You know Granny made this for her? It was a gift for her as well as for you and Prince Charming. It's what Emma was wrapped up in when Charming placed her in the wardrobe." He looked up at Mary Margaret. "You even got to hold her in it."

Mary Margaret took a seat next to him. "Henry, even if that was true I'm pretty sure I'd remember. How could I forget my own daughter?"

"It's because of the curse but don't worry. Once she wakes up you will remember."

"So if it's true-,"

"It is," Henry said with a smile.

Mary Margaret gave him a smirk, "If it's true, then that would make you my grandson wouldn't it?"

"Now you're getting it," he said with a large smile.

"Aren't I a little young to be a grandmother? Your mom and I are the same age."

Henry just shrugged. "It's the curse. You'll get it soon."

"How, she won't wake up. If I remember correctly didn't Snow White have Prince Charming to wake her?"

"I got my mom some help," said Henry looking at his mother's warm face. She was so serene.

"Who, August?"

Henry shook his head, "No, my dad."