Disclaimer: I own none of these guys, not even Rose and Mason, as slaves were made illegal a while back.
Chapter 2
Emma
"A burger please," I told Granny. Henry grinned at her and she smiled back.
"And what would you like young man?" She asked. Henry ordered and as she walked away turned to Neal. Or Baelfire, I suppose. It was still hard for me to get used to that. It hurt more than I let on when I learned of his deceit. He was the first person I ever let in and he turned around and stabbed me in the back, leaving me in jail pregnant.
What happened next would forever be a mystery to me. I'm not sure what happened first, Henry knocking over Neal's glass or a high and loud wail to ring through the diner.
"Help! We need help!" I immediately disregarded the spilled drink and got out of the booth. In the middle of the diner, appeared out of nowhere, was a little boy who could be no older than three and a girl whose age was hard to determine given the fact that she appeared to be having a seizure.
"He did something to her magic!" The little boy said, and promptly burst into huge tears. I heard Neal and Henry slide out of the booth behind me and the little boy's head jerked up.
"Bae! You have to help Rose!" He said and leapt into Neal's arms. Neal shot me a confused look before turning to the little boy.
"What's wrong with her?" Neal asked. He set the little boy down and crouched down next to the girl.
"It's that thing on her wrist. It's hurtin' her magic," He said. Neal grabbed one of the flailing wrists. I bent down and caught the other one. I realized that the wrist I caught was the one with the bracelet and I showed it to Neal. I figured that he knew more about magic than I did. Especially since I didn't even believe in magic a year ago.
"Somebody get my father," Neal said in a dangerously low voice. I heard David leave the diner and we waited impatiently.
"Is she gonna be okay Auntie Emma?" I felt a little body press into my back and looked up from the girl's face.
"She's going to be fine," I assured him. I felt connected to this boy somehow, even if I didn't know him. I realized that even though I was utterly useless to helping the girl, I could still help the little boy and calm him down.
"What's your name?" I asked him. He licked his lips and looked at me.
"I'm Mason. That's Rose," He said, pointing a tiny finger. I was about to ask him if she was his sister when Gold's familiar footfall made its way to me.
"What's going on?" Gold asked. Neal gently picked up the girl's, Rose's, wrist and showed it to his father.
"Oh my God," Gold said. He knelt down quickly and put his hand on the bracelet. His face twitched in pain a couple of times before the bracelet came off. He flung it away from him as quickly as he could. The girl immediately stopped thrashing and curled into fetal position around her wrist.