I know I just posted the first chapter today, but I was so excited to get this one out there. I didn't realize how exhilarating this could be. Hope you enjoy. Reviews welcome!

2 weeks later

Emma breathed out, sitting forward on her bed as the wave of nausea passed. She didn't remember anyone else having this stomach bug, but she figured there always had to be a first person. She leaned down, finished tying her boots, and went into the kitchen. She had come home for lunch and felt like taking a short nap instead of eating. As she emerged from her room, she noticed it was darker outside than she expected it to be. Her mother was in her sleeping area rocking to sleep a fussy Neal.

Emma felt around her body for her phone, "What time is it?" Emma said looking around for her phone that she hadn't found in her jacket or pants.

Snow lied a, finally, sleeping Neal, "It's around 4," she said walking towards Emma, "I saw you sleeping and you looked like you needed some sleep."

"But, I'm supposed to be helping dad with stuff at the-" Emma was stopped by Snows hand in the air.

"Don't worry about it sweetheart," She said, smoothing Emma's hair behind her ears ,"I called your father and he said he could handle it on his own."

Emma sighed and sat at the dining room table, resting her elbows on the table and laying her head on her arms. Not long after she felt her mother's hand rubbing her back.

"Emma?," Snow asked, concern in her voice ,"Are you feeling well?"

Emma lifted her head, "I think I have a stomach bug or something," she said, "possibly the flu?" Snow raised her hand to feel her forehead with her wrist.

"You seem kind of warm, but nothing feverish." Snow sat next to Emma ,"Maybe you should go lay back down," she said rubbing her daughter's back again.

"Are you sure? Henry should be back soon." Emma said.

"It's fine, Emma," Snow said, "You need to feel better if we're ever going to have a chance defeating the Snow Queen."

"You're right," Emma said, scooting her chair back and standing up ,"Rest is the best way to get over an illness." Emma walked back to her room and sat on her bed as another wave of nausea washed over her. Slowly, as not to alarm her mother, she left her room and walked to their bathroom. By the time she clicked the door shut she ran to the toilet and emptied her stomach of all its contents. This was going to be an annoying sickness.

1 week later

It was a week later that Emma started to notice things happening when she got mad. A light bulb exploded as she was fighting with Henry over homework and then her baby brother's bottle boiled in her hands as her mother was about to hand over her baby brother. The fear in her mother's eyes cut through Emma like a knife straight to the heart. Had her mother really thought she would hurt Neal? Emma sat on the bench by the lake the fresh water smell making her sick to her stomach yet again. Emma froze. Nausea. Exhaustion. Smell sensitivity. And when was the last time she had a period?

No. It's impossible. Emma thought. It only happened one time. Emma jumped up and speed walked to the pharmacy. Hoping she checked out fast enough for anyone to notice who she was she hid the brown bag with the pregnancy test in her jacket. Trying to get to the police station as fast as she could. I can't risk taking this test where my mother can find this.

Emma sighed a breath of relief when she saw her father wasn't there. She didn't want to run into him with this scared look on her face and make him think the Snow Queen had done something else. She quietly went into the bathroom, took the brown bag out of her jacket, took the box out of the bag, and stared. Was she really taking this right now?! With everything that was happening she had to snicker a little at the thought that she could be pregnant during such a dangerous time. So many thoughts started to run through her head as she took the little stick out of the box and packaging. She slid her pants and panties off and did the awkward hover over the stick trick as she peed on the absorbent stick. Replacing the pink cap and sitting the test on the sink, she couldn't help, but watch as her urine crept through the viewing window. Before it reached the test line she snapped her eyes shut. Did she want to know? What is she going to do if she is pregnant? What is she going to tell her father, to Killian? She slowly opened her left eye and her other eye snapped open as she saw the very pink double lines.

Emma couldn't breathe. The lights in the bathroom started to flicker and she picked the test up and when into her office. Every light in the police station was going crazy as she stared at the test. Sitting at her desk she began to breathe faster and faster. Slamming her hands onto her desk she screamed, "NO!"

And then something happened that Emma wasn't expecting. The entire wall that had been next to her exploded and suddenly Emma was looking outside. She stepped into the hole and out. She could already see people fleeing and her mother and father racing towards the police station, Killian in tow just a few feet behind. Emma swiftly put the test in her pocket and then looked at her hands. Sparks of magic flicked and cracked.

"What happened, love," Killian said concerned, "was this the doing of the Snow Queen?"

"Emma, are you alright?" Snow said, "Did she hurt you?"

"No," Emma said," the snow queen didn't do this." Emma looked down at her hands. Snow, David, and Kilian followed her gaze to her hands. Snow stepped back with fear in her eyes. Emma wished she hadn't see her mother's face. Killian took a few steps towards her.

"No, stay back!" Emma said as balls of magic shot from her hands hitting a light poll, knocking it over and into the police station, almost hitting her parents.

"Emma!" Snow yelled, surprised at what her daughter had just done.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to," Emma said, looking at her hands again, power surging through them. Emma turned and ran as fast as she could, the sounds of her family calling after her. I need to get away before I hurt someone.