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Emma Swan finally found her fairytale (lostfairytale) wrote in wariscoming,

She pulled away enough to take his small, rounded face into her hands. Sometimes he looked so much like Neal it physically pained her. And then others... Well, just then, he looked a hell of a lot like her. And though Emma was never one to compliment herself, she found it a beautiful thing.

"Henry, you have nothing to be sorry for." She'd heard him. Of course she'd heard him. She might not have Clark and Kon's superhearing, but she was a mother. Henry could call her from half a mile away and she would still come running. Because he needed her. "None of this, nothing here, is your fault. You're a kid, it's the adults' job to protect you." And she'd failed. She should've seen the signs, should have taken better care of him.

But there'd be more time for rolling around in her own guilt later. Right now, her little boy was hurting. She kissed his forehead gently before pulling him back into his rightful place in her arms. "This must all be pretty scary, huh? Even people who've been here for a long time find this place weird." And that was before he knew the half of it. Knew of a future she'd seen, knew of another world she'd lived. But he could survive it all, if only he had the support.