Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot and any unrecognizable characters and dialogue.

We have finally come to the end of Season 1 of OUAT! Evie will be a bit more involved in the main plot of episodes in the coming seasons, but I don't think it will be as in depth as with my OC Lily.

Seated at her sewing table, Evie finished sketching out a dress from one of the foggy, pieced together memories she had from before the Curse. She found that sketching outfits from the hazy memories was easier than writing it down, as Harry did. His dream journal was mostly filled with pirate slang that she had trouble understanding, though she was very capable of realizing how much he missed his father.

And how much he actually hated Mr. Gold.

Now that she knew the truth, he held nothing back where the pawnbroker was concerned. That Gold was Rumpelstiltskin, the Dark One, who had taught and helped to corrupt her mother, was unsettling. While she had never truly trusted Gold, she respected the man for the way he ran his business, even if she didn't approve of the shadier venues he pursued. Still, she trusted him to keep Harry's heart safe until Emma broke the Curse, though Harry didn't exactly share her belief that the pawnbroker wouldn't crush it the first chance he got.

Drawn from her thoughts by a hesitant knock at the door to her studio, Evie rose and crossed the room. Peering through the peephole, Evie grimaced at the sight of her mother on the other side. Sighing deeply to herself, she wrenched the door open, keeping the chain lock on it to make sure her mother couldn't barge her way in.

"Mother."

"Evie." Regina returned evenly, ignoring how her daughter's distrust was like a knife to the stomach. "I came to… apologize."

Evie arched a brow. "For?" It would take a miracle for her mother to apologize for the Curse, so she didn't hold her breath on that account.

"For keeping things from you. And for the way I've been treating you and Henry." It was a struggle to control her emotions, but she managed. Rebuilding trust between herself and her two wayward children was imperative, given that Emma Swan had taken the bait and would be a distant memory sooner than later. "You two are more important to me than anything, and I've taken you for granted."

Lips pursed and thoughts racing, Evie swiftly came to a decision. "It will take time, mom. You know that."

Anything Regina might have said was lost when both of their cellphones began to ring loudly. Alarmed at such a rare occurrence, Evie returned to her desk to see the number of Storybrooke General flashing up at her. Skin prickling, she turned anxious eyes her mother's way before answering the call.

The nurse had barely begun to address the situation at hand when the phone slipped from Evie's limp fingers and clattered to the ground. Regina was listening numbly to a nurse explain that Henry was in the hospital and fading fast, when Evie's ragged, terrified whisper broke through the sudden roaring in her ears.

"Mommy?"

The hospital room was pandemonium when Regina and Evie entered. Both on the verge of hysterics, they didn't even notice the unnaturally still blonde woman on the far side by an empty bed. Their only focus was Henry, hooked up to multiple machines and tubes, looking far too pale and far too small in the hospital bed as nurses swarmed around him. Doctor Whale, who was at the head of the bed, looked up from a chart when the pair cried out Henry's name.

Evie found it difficult to breathe once the people surrounding her brother cleared, giving her a good look at him. He looked so small in the bed, visible skin whiter than the bleached sheets he rested on. Choking on the sobs welling inside her chest, Evie rushed to the bed even as Emma Swan, coming to the realization that Henry was right about everything, reacted.

It was only later, when her mother told her she'd be back, that Evie realized something major had occurred between the two women. The guilt in her mother's demeanor was so thick Evie could practically taste it, and she was immediately enraged that her mother had once more caught Henry in the crossfires of her revenge. With no outlet for her anger, as her mother and Emma fled the building, Evie settled at Henry's bedside, sick with worry.

When Mary Margaret arrived some time later, long enough that Evie's back was beginning to ache from sitting hunched over in the hard, plastic chair, it wasn't a surprise. That the school teacher, with her warm, mothering personality, adored Henry was obvious to all. They sat is silence for the most part, though Evie didn't miss the sympathetic expression Mary Margaret wore when she thought Evie wasn't looking.

"Do you know what happened?" Mary Margaret eventually asked in a hushed whisper.

Evie shook her head numbly. "All I know is, he was with Emma and he took a bite out of an apple turnover," she swallowed thickly at the reminder her mother had inadvertently done this, "and collapsed."

Humming faintly in acknowledgement, Mary Margaret leaned forward to place her hand over Evie's tightly clenched fists. "Hey," she whispered, smiling gently when Evie nearly jerked back in surprise. "It'll be all right, you'll see. Everything will work out."

For a moment, Evie couldn't breathe. For a moment, Mary Margaret was Snow White, her dearly loved elder sister who had never stopped loving her. After Harry's heart was taken, after they were separated, Evie could no longer see the good in her mother and had fled. It was chance that she had run into Snow's prince, chance that he had heard nothing but good things about his beloved's little half-sister, and had taken pity on her.

"Evie?" Snow White asked, rising from the writing desk, letter to her allies forgotten. Her eyes were wide in shock and concern at the sight of her sister.

"Snow." Evie whispered, falling to her knees in relief. Though he gave her no reason to distrust him, she hadn't fully believed that Snow's prince Charming would actually take her to her sister, and not a jail cell. "Oh, Snow…"

In a flurry of fabric, Snow fell to the ground beside her and folded her arms around Evie, holding her tightly. "Shh," she cooed gently as great, heaving sobs overtook her baby sister. "Shh, Evie. I'm here. I'm here."

Evie was torn from the bittersweet memory when Mary Margaret rose to her feet and crossed the room. Twisting, Evie watched as the older woman picked up Henry's storybook and opened it as she returned to her seat.

"Maybe a familiar story will help him find his way."

Some time later, Evie was ceremoniously bundled out of the room when Henry's heart stopped beating. Snarling furiously at the nurses, who refused to let her enter the room as the doctors tried to resuscitate her brother, Evie stilled at the sight of Mother Superior. Without a word, she followed the nun into the room, shoulders shaking as the older woman began to give Henry his last rights.

"I'm sorry, Evie," Whale told her, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. "There's nothing more we can do."

"Henry! Evie!"

Whirling around, Evie threw herself at her mother. Though a small part of her wanted to scream and rage at Regina, Evie began to sob brokenly against her mother. Catching onto what was happening, Regina held Evie tightly, face pressed into her daughter's dark curls as they grieved together. Neither noticed Emma Swan approach Henry, but both were aware when a burst of magical energy filled the air around them. The faint fog that had always obscured her memories cleared, and Evie could feel the weight of magic lifting from her shoulders.

Turning slowly in her mother's arms, Evie gasped in delighted shock at the sight of Henry blinking up in awe at a dumbstruck Emma Swan. Overcome, she raced towards her brother and nearly flung herself onto the bed, holding him tightly. He returned the embrace weakly, both of them startling when Emma spoke.

"Henry… what is going on?"

Turning, Evie stiffened at the rather large crowd that had gathered in the room. Though most wore expressions of awe and relief, said emotions quickly turned to anger when they turned their focus onto Evie's alarmed mother.

"If I were you, your majesty," Mother Superior - the Blue Fairy - announced with a calm sort of anger that sent chills up Evie's spine, "I'd find a place to hide."

Taking in the unfriendly faces surrounding her, Regina focused on her children instead. "Henry… Evie… no matter what you think," she told them, moving to the bedside to be close to them one last time, "no matter what anyone tells you, I do love you both."

With that, she was gone.

Satisfied that Henry was, for the moment in good hands, Evie ran from the hospital. The docks were unusually empty, but given what had happened, Evie understood why. Striding down the wooden walkways, she stilled at the sight of Harry standing on the edge of a pier.

"Harry!"

He turned, wearing an almost feral expression she hadn't seen since before her mother caught them running away. Turning his back on the sea, he began stalking towards her. Meeting him halfway, Evie threw herself at him, not even protesting when he picked her off her feet and spun her around. Laughing through her sudden tears, Evie cupped the sharp planes of his face and kissed him with all she had.

He returned the favor, kissing her as if his life depended on it. Her lungs burned by the time he pulled back, but that was nothing compared to the sudden prickling awareness that washed over her. Twisting in his arms, her eyes widened at the large, purple cloud that was rumbling towards them. Harry peered up at it, eyes wide with worry, and they tightened their grip on one another as it came closer.

"What is that?"

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