She's here

ouatfanforlife asked for a oneshot of Regina's curse not taking away people's memories and Emma not having Henry. She took a wrong turn and ended up in Storybrooke. She is in the diner and gives her name to Red for food to go and Snow and Charming overhear. Hope you don't' me tweaking it ever so slightly!

The wind howled and the rain battered harshly off of Emma's windscreen. She sighed, there was no way she was going to make it back home tonight. She couldn't believe this was how she was spending her birthday. She'd been doing a job in Boston, but there was no way she could return there either. She saw a sign for a little town- that would do. As she passed the sign she caught a glimpse of the name. Storybrooke? Had she read that right?

As luck would have it, Emma soon found a little bed and breakfast/diner. Sighing in relief that she wouldn't have to sleep in her car, Emma parked and dashed inside.

"Hey there." Greeted the waitress. As Emma got closer, the waitress began to look confused. "Where do you stay in town?" she asked. Emma was a bit taken aback.

"I don't stay in town. I got caught up in the storm and this town was closest and I saw this was a bed and breakfast. Thought I'd pop by and see if I can get a room for the night?" The waitress smiled, but Emma could see the worry behind the smile.

"Yeah sure. Sorry, being such a small time we don't get many visitors. Anyway, one night will be thirty dollars." Emma handed over the money and was given the key in return. "Room ten. It's got the best view. Anyway, do you want some food before you head up?" Emma nodded, feeling her stomach growl. She had a quick look at the menu on the wall behind the waitress.

"Yeah, some mac and cheese would be great, and a cup of hot chocolate. I don't suppose you have any cinnamon do you? Odd I know, but I like some in my hot chocolate." Now the waitress looked downright concerned. Sure it was a little weird but not that bad!

"Uh sure…what's your name?" She asked in a croaky voice. She really was nosey, Emma thought.

"I'm Emma. Emma Swan." The waitress took a step back, her eyes widening. Behind her Emma heard an almighty crash. She turned around to see a couple staring at her. They had been bringing their dishes up to the counter, but they were now in tiny shards scattered all over the floor. Emma was a bit confused as to why the waitress wasn't rushing over to clean up. "Um, are you both alright there?" Emma asked, feeling uncomfortable under their gaze.

"It's you." The woman said shakily. Emma was now really uncomfortable, she'd never met any of these people. Emma never forgot a face. They started to approach her, but Emma jumped back. The man quickly held his hand out.

"No, please, don't be scared. Let us explain Emma." The way he said her voice, it was kinda creepy for someone he didn't know. "Today's your birthday. You're twenty eight today." He said.

"How do you know that?" Emma demanded. Were they related to the Boston case?

"You won't believe us." The woman said, the sadness clear in her eyes.

"Try me." Emma said, wanting answers.

"Emma…we're your parents." The woman said. Oh great Emma thought a crazy town.

"On second thought, here's the key. Keep the money." Emma said, putting the key back on the counter and going to leave.

"Emma, don't!" The man lunged forward and grabbed Emma's arm. Emma tried to shake him off, but he was determined.

"Are you crazy?! We're the same age!"

"Emma we know this looks ridiculous but trust us we're telling the truth! How else would we know this is your birthday?" Emma looked at the pair. She knew when people were lying- they weren't. But that didn't mean this was true- it just meant they believed it was. But still, if there was the slightest chance they were her parents she wanted damn answers.

A week later Emma was still in town. Her parents had convinced her (the Blue Fairy's little magic show being a key convincer). They had a whole heap of issues still to sort out. Emma understood they had to put her through the wardrobe and that they couldn't leave town, but that didn't heal years of hurt on either side. But slowly, they were working through it.