A/N- Welcome back to the torture of reading my Fanfiction and not knowing what happens. In the last one, I said starting on season two. I'm an idiot. I meant to write season three. Sorry to anyone who got confused. Let's get on with it!

Nicole's POV

Having a giant ice wall surrounding the town was surprisingly easy to live with. My dad was raving about it at dinner. Just casual dinner conversation.

"Wait until the guys at the university here about this!" He exclaimed while passing the peas.

"It isn't magic," I say.

"How can an ice wall appear in such a short amount of time. And be that big and that thick and surround the entire town and not be magic!" He says.

"Scientific anomaly?" I counter say.

"Scientific anomaly? Scientific anomaly! Did I raise you wrong? Science can explain some things, but it can't explain this!" He laughs. I smile back.

"Magic is just science we don't understand," I laugh.

"Who said that?"

"A scientist," I answer

"Promise me you will never be a scientist," My dad says acting serious.

"Fine, I'll never be a scientist," I say to make him happy. "What are we doing in Storybrooke, anyway?"

"I told you, work." He said.

"There isn't a university here," I question.

"Well I am working on finding some proof that the Grimm brothers found inspiration for a story around here," My dad says.

"Didn't they stay in, like, England?" I ask.

"Well they traveled a lot, so it is a possibility that they came to America," He says.

"Oh," I say looking at my half empty plate.

"Make sure to eat the rest of that," Dad says getting up.

"Got it," I answer.

I was left alone with my mother at the table.

"So your dad is pretty passionate about that magic nonsense," She says.

"It isn't nonsense. Do I agree with it, no. But he does, and so does a bunch of other people. It is trying to find proof of something that others don't know or care about. He does. He is one of the few that do, and I think that is pretty amazing," I retort.

"Well I highly doubt he will find proof looking at that ice wall," she says.

"Can you ever say something positive?" I spit. She was walking on thin ice. Why did she do this? My mother doesn't get what dad lives by, because she wasn't there for it. She doesn't know anything about me, because she wasn't there.

"Sorry, I just don't know what else to talk to you about," She answers.

"'How was your day?' is a start." I say raising my voice.

"You never talk to me when I say that," She whispers, "I'm your mom"

That pushed me over the edge.

"NO YOUR NOT!" I yell.

"Excuse me?" My mother asks.

"You. Left. Do you not understand that. You weren't there to be my mom. You weren't there for my kindergarden graduation, or my first school dance, but I'm glad you left," I say.

"Nicole!" She yells.

"If you stayed, I wouldn't have met Henry!" I state.

"What?"

"I met him at a support group for kids with single parents." I explain annoyed.

"Well then I wish I stayed because then you wouldn't have these problems," My mother says.

"I may have gotten depression when he left, but I was full blown anorexic the week YOU came back!" I say.

"What?" She asks again.

"I stopped eating completely when you came back from your eight year trip around the world, and besides, what have you done to help me through it?" I retort.

"Nicole. I didn't know," she whispers.

"Of course you didn't. I didn't tell you," I whisper back angrily.

"I wanted to come back the week I left, but I was afraid you would be mad at me," She says.

"Yeah, a five year old definitely would be mad at her mother for being gone for a few days versus a hormonal thirteen year old who hasn't seen you in eight years," I say sarcastically.

"And about me not helping with your anorexia, I have never been in the reacting position, but I do know how you feel," She says caring.

"I doubt that," I say.

"When my parents split up, I started throwing up," She states. There is a genetic component to eating disorder. I had just found it. "It went on for a year without anyone knowing, when they did, it took even longer for me to recover," I was crying, she touches my face.

"It seemed like I wasn't helping you, because I didn't think you needed it. It took you less than two months to start to get better, and you slipped once. But you bounced back so quickly, and your even better than you were a month ago. You are so strong, and I am proud to have you as a daughter,"

"Mom," I sob out.

"I love you, Nicole," She says kissing me on the forehead. She leaves me alone and I put my face in my hands and cry.

A/N- That is the most dramatic thing I had ever written. To much? Comment if you think so, but I liked it. So next time, flashback or Ninry (just trying it) fluff, I have a really good idea for a plot, but I also wrote a flashback that is lying around on my digital device, so YOU DECIDE!