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Snow White // Mary Margaret Blanchard (ex_gavemepau32) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2012-09-25 19:02:00

Entry tags:

emma swan, henry mills, snow white/mary margaret

Who: Snow White & OPEN
What: Decidedly lost and searching for some help
When: Tuesday, late evening
Where: Unknown (to her), on a sidewalk
Warnings: None.
Status: In Progress

"James, Emma." Oh God, Emma. Snow's heart skipped a beat when she felt the fine mist of the spell dissolve away from them, only instead of strong, comforting arms around her shoulders, she felt bare.

Alone.

Snow stumbled back a step, catching her heel on the curb and fell to the ground only to find herself staring out at an empty unfamiliar street.

"No," she whispered, chest seizing on the word. Her breathing was short and pained as she struggled back to her feet. This wasn't right. This couldn't be right. They had been so close, so close to everything being the way it should "No. No, this isn't fair."

Hadn't they suffered enough? Hadn't they all suffered more than enough for things to get better? Finally? Snow pressed her lips together until they hurt, hugging herself because there was no one else there to do it for her. No one. Snow once thought optimism was its own good luck. If you wanted something and believed in it hard enough, you could have it. Every fairy tale had a happy ending.

Except, apparently, hers.

It was with bitterness that she could acknowledge this time she got to keep her memories intact. But those memories weren't serving her well now. From the looks of things, nothing short of a miracle was going to help her here.

A miracle or a police station. There was only one way she was going to find out where she was, and that was to find someone who could tell her. She had to start small and then work her way up to the big picture. Whatever that big picture turned out to be.

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ex_gavemepau32
2012-09-26 10:53 pm UTC (link)

Oh Emma, if there's one thing Snow could never be it's ashamed of you. Not knowing you like she does, both good and bad. She's not exactly an angel herself and if she could even hear those thoughts, she'd be yelling. Scolding really. There was no reason for that doubt.

Snow surged forward just from the look in Emma's eyes. The worry was enough to break her heart. The four steps it took to reach Emma didn't feel fast enough as she reached out to frame her face.

"You're wonderful." From Mary Margaret that would be odd. She had known Emma nearly a year after all, but that didn't change the fact that Snow was just meeting her. Truly meeting her in a proper capacity, knowing who and just how very important Emma was changed everything. "And pregnant!"

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boywhobelieves
2012-09-26 11:23 pm UTC (link)

Henry laughed at both of their reactions, eyes twinkling in barely contained delight. He'd already had his reunion with Mary Margaret or maybe it really was Snow white and figured it was a good idea to let Emma have her own time with her mother. Especially since he had homework that he would need to turn into Connor tomorrow.

"I'm gonna go do my homework and then can we eat after you guys are done hugging each other because I'm almost starving." He stuck his own tongue back out at Emma and then grinned at his grandmother before slipping out toward the kitchen to set about working while he waited for the two women to be ready.

[ooc: And the two of you can continue on without Henry c:]

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lostfairytale
2012-09-27 04:30 am UTC (link)

Emma shot her son an almost pleading look not to abandon her. There was a sudden burst of nerves running through her. This was Mary Margaret. She'd lived with her and cared for her and damn near loved her, as much as Emma would ever admit to loving most people. But she was more now. From that expression in her eyes, from the way she held her, she knew. She knew Emma was hers, her baby girl, the one she'd fought so hard to protect. And what had she done with that? Made a mockery of her life again and again?

And a part of her, a tiny part of her, was angry. She knew why her family had done what they had. If they hadn't, she'd have been frozen forever as a newborn baby instead of living to break the curse. But it still hurt, knowing that her mother was standing in front of her after twenty-eight years alone. Knowing that the loneliness and the fear of never having anyone care for her had driven her into the arms of a mad man.

And then Mary Margaret mentioned the baby. Self-consciously, Emma giggled, shifting to rest one hand on the small bump under her tank top. She'd have to switch to maternity clothes once and for all soon and that sucked. "Yeah. I am. Five and a half months now." Oh god, that made it sound so... She wasn't counting in weeks, she as counting in months. "I don't know what Henry's told you about this place already, but it takes us from different points in time. I've been here since December."

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	ex_gavemepau32 2012-10-01 02:57 am UTC (link)
	"Oh my God, Emma. Emma..." Snow shook her head torn between laughing and crying and oh, it was so, so hard to decide what to do. Because this was her daughter and her best friend and she was out of place and apparently missing something enormous and all she could think was Emma, Emma, this is Emma. "Can I hug you?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lostfairytale
2012-10-01 04:30 am UTC (link)

Emma was briefly hesitant. She'd never been an overly touchy person and Henry was still the only one she readily hugged with ease. But she'd been so good at letting people in lately. The walls Mary Margaret had accused her of were slowly coming down.

But this was her mom. The woman she'd wanted the Seal to bring since the second she'd found out who she was. And, before that? Her best friend. "Of course," she replied with a laugh, attempting not to cry. Damnedable hormones.

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ex_gavemepau32
2012-10-03 12:21 am UTC (link)

"Oh thank God." Snow curled her arms around Emma's neck and hung on for all she was worth. It wasn't enough. It wasn't nearly enough. This was 28 years of hugs that should have been given. 28 years of life she lost forever and will never get back. This was her baby and she was finally hugging her KNOWING this was her baby as a strong, capable wonderful woman.

One who a simple apology wasn't going to be enough. But it was a start, and Snow would do whatever it took for Emma to understand just how loved she was, now and then. As a friend and as a child. "Sweetie, I'm so sorry. So, so sorry. We didn't have a choice. You came...You came too soon. You're a fighter, Emma. You've always been a fighter. And I am so sorry your father and I weren't there for you when you needed us."

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lostfairytale
2012-10-03 05:04 am UTC (link)

Emma accepted the hug and, with some effort, even returned it. Oh, she loved this woman. She had all along. And watching the television, watching her mother's story unfold, she grew to love her even more. Snow's trials and problems, the hell she'd been put through. It broke her daughter's heart, especially knowing there was nothing she could do. And those months with Jim, spent watching her real life crumble before her, in those months she found comfort in her mother's on-screen presence. Snow was a survivor. She did what she had to. What Emma hadn't realized until it was too late was that Snow also depended on others when she needed to. And made sacrifices if that's what it took.

And then Mary Margaret was apologizing for all those years and Emma gave up. No, she wasn't a crier by nature. But she'd been through hell the last several months and she'd never felt as alone in her whole life and now she was being held and told how sorry her parents were and she had parents and well...hormones. Yeah. She choked back a sob and buried her face in the small woman's shoulder.

"I know," she admitted hesitantly. "I don't blame you." And she didn't. Not entirely. Oh, it hurt. It really hurt. She wanted to know her family. She wanted to believe she'd have found them again no matter what. And she'd aged twenty-eight years while the rest of the world was frozen in time, and it wasn't right. She'd fought off terrible foster families, cruel boyfriend, and the only man to ever truly break her heart. She'd already had one baby and given him up to try and give him a better life. Now she had another and god why was she such a screw-up?

She took a deep breath and pulled back, rubbing at her eyes. "It's okay. You...you couldn't have known." Did she know about Gepetto's part in it all? How that stupid wooden puppet was supposed to take care of her and didn't? He was just a kid but he could have not run off. Or looked for her sooner. Her family didn't know. August did. "I'm all right. I'm alive. That's what matters, right?"

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ex_gavemepau32
2012-10-06 03:42 am UTC (link)

"It is and you found us. If your father..." But James wasn't there, might never be there and Snow had to focus on what she did have. After 28 years she had her gorgeous, fiery, intelligent baby girl right in her arms again, right where she belonged, and her grandson led her right back to her.

She had a family again, as big and wonderful as she always wanted and they were right here for her to look after and protect. And nothing, she swore right then, was going to take them away from her again.

Not again.

"You're beautiful, Emma. And smart and I can see what you're thinking so stop it right now."

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lostfairytale
2012-10-06 07:49 am UTC (link)

Her father. David. That had taken some time to deal with. She didn't really respect David much in Storybrooke. Oh, she knew a lot of the things she had against him were Regina's doing. But seeing her best friend hurting had been hard enough. Seeing it again later and knowing that it was her mother in pain? Even harder. But the weird part was how much she wanted James in her life. Charming had sacrificed over and over for her and her mom and the kingdom. That? Was impressive.

So she didn't mention him. It was too confusing.

"Henry found me. I guess kids are just meant to find their parents."

And Mary Margaret was probably right. She did typically know what Emma was thinking. More often than Emma would have liked, actually. But she was nothing if not stubborn. "I'm not thinking anything!" she protested, finally extricating herself from Mary Margaret's grasp.

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