Soooo ya'll remember this? (mid season 2)

David: So Rumplestiltskin is Henry's grandfather?
Mary Margaret: Apparently.
D: But I'm his grandfather.
MM: You can have more than one.
D: ...So his step-grandmother is...Regina?
MM: Actually, his step-great-grandmother...and she's also his adopted mother.
D: It's a good thing we don't have Thanksgiving in our land, because that would suck.

Of course it was the first thing I thought of when I got the request for Thanksgiving with the whole gang, here's what I came up with. Enjoy!

30. Thanksgiving

David and Mary Margaret sat patiently, and a little stiffly, at the table in Granny's. Plenty of people were in the little diner for Thanksgiving dinner - only Granny could cook a turkey that well, and she did something to the sweet potatoes that made them absolutely divine.

But even the sounds of laughter and conversation and the smell of freshly baked dinner rolls wasn't enough to keep David and Mary Margaret from descending into silence in anxious anticipation. A wonderful dinner was coming soon - but so were the guests.

"We did tell them 5:30, didn't we?" Mary Margaret asked. David nodded. She and he husband both checked the clock, which said it was 5:30 exactly. "Maybe they all just got hung up finishing things for work. You know, sheriff and shop owner and mayor and all..." she trailed off, looking to David for some kind of reassurance. Again, he nodded.

Another moment of silence passed before Mary Margaret sighed and turned to her husband again. "Did I make a terrible mistake?"

David put his arm around his wife, looked her in the eyes, opened his mouth as if to say something, closed it, and nodded once more.

Finally, the bell over the door chimed, signaling someone's entrance into the diner. Upon seeing it was Emma and Killian, Mary Margaret stiffened. She felt David squeeze her shoulder for support.

"Sorry we're a few minutes late," Emma said as she removed her gloves and scarf. Killian shrugged off his jacket and pulled out a chair for her. "Got caught up at the station with..." As she took her seat, she appeared to lose her train of thought. Killian's eyebrows were knit together as he noticed it too. "Why are there extra seats?"

Mary Margaret looked paralyzed, so David spoke up, none too eloquently. "Well, you see, your mother thought - and I thought - we thought it would be nice if maybe we had a full family dinner for Thanksgiving."

Killian pointed to the chairs. "So if these two are for Regina and Henry, then those two are for...?"

Mary Margaret swallowed and plastered a smile on her face. "Henry's other grandparents."

"Are you kidding me?" Emma exclaimed in a shocked whisper. Killian rubbed a hand through his hair. "What were you thinking?"

The bell chimed again, and all four heads snapped up to see Regina and Henry enter. Almost immediately, a slight surprise showed on Regina's face as she arched one of her eyebrows. "Two extra chairs? Are we having extra guests?"

Killian waved a hand dismissively. "Oh, you know, just the man who wants to kill me and his wife that I almost killed."

"Oh," Regina said, voice thick with sarcasm, "the same woman I kept locked in a tower?" She sank into her chair, looking at everyone. "Wait a minute, Gold actually agreed to this? To dinner with us all?"

David suddenly became very interested in the wall to his left. Emma appeared to deflate even more than she already had. "You didn't tell him Killian would be here, did you?"

"No," Mary Margaret replied, taking a breath. "I didn't. But would you have just come right along if I had told you?"

Killian raised his hand. "I would have said something, given my history with the Crocodile." His discomfort was obvious.

"Believe me," a voice said from behind them, "I would have said something too."

Amidst their conversation, the group had missed the arrival of Gold and Belle. The newcomers did not sit.

"Well, just for tonight," Mary Margaret started, sitting up a little straighter, "he is not the Crocodile and no one wants to kill anyone." If she was going to go through with this, it would be with all of her confidence. "And we're all going to have a lovely dinner with nice conversation because Thanksgiving is about family and even though we didn't all chose each other and we are extremely dysfunctional, we are still technically a family, and so we are going to act like a family and eat together like a family and converse like a family. Is that clear?"

There was a moment of silence, during which time there was unspoken agreement that civility would at least be the attempted manner of the evening.

"Good," Mary Margaret said, taking the silence as an affirmation. "Granny, I think we're ready for dinner."

"Hey, Grandpa?" Henry asked, breaking the silence. Mary Margaret smiled. If anyone was going to diffuse the tension, it was Henry.

"Yes?" David responded automatically.

"Oh, uh...other grandpa," Henry corrected. Mary Margaret's shoulders sank.

David blinked a few times, unaccustomed to not being the grandfather called. Gold turned to his grandson. "Yes, my boy?"

"Could you pass me the bread basket?"

As the bread got passed around the table, Granny and Ruby started to bring the food. Out from the kitchen came plates of turkey and ham, trays of lasagna, potatoes, and stuffing, and bowls of vegetables, all served family style.

And, to Mary Margaret's wonder, the family style serving appeared to actually be working.

"Mr. Gold," Killian said. Gold raised his head from his plate to look at Killian, eyebrows raised. "Could you pass the potatoes?"

Gold finished chewing and swallowed, and in that moment, everyone at the table took and held a breath. "Of course," he finally replied, putting down his fork, picking up the tray, and handing it to Regina, who in turn passed it to Killian.

Mary Margaret's heart leaped and she looked to her husband, who she could tell was thinking the same thing: Was this evening really going to be successful?

Belle was the next person to surprise them all. "Regina?"

Regina's head snapped up, absolutely shocked to have been addressed by Belle. "Yes?"

"I was wondering if I could speak to you some time about possibly making some slight renovations to the library? I've been thinking about a few changes, nothing major really..." She trailed off, not sure what else to say.

Slowly, a genuine smile spread on Regina's lips. "I think that's an excellent idea. Not enough people use the library, the children and teenagers especially."

"That's exactly what I was thinking!" Belle exclaimed. Her eyes lit up, as they usually did when she spoke of books. "Possibly a children's section, or something to make it friendlier to older children."

Regina nodded. "Stop by my office tomorrow and we can work something out."

Amidst the eating and the light conversation that was somehow miraculously occurring, Mary Margaret leaned over and whispered to her husband, "This is nice."

David smiled at his wife, and once more for the evening, he nodded.

I apologize for the long wait, I usually try to upload something once a week but school just started again so my time has suddenly disappeared. But I'll do my best with uploads and requests - I have one more coming! As always, thanks for reading.