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Emma Swan finally found her fairytale (lostfairytale) wrote in wariscoming,
@ 2013-09-27 03:05:00

Entry tags:

emma swan, henry swan

Who: Emma and Henry Swan
What: Comforting, hugs, cuddles, some apologies, etc
When: Backdated to Henry waking up in the medbay
Where: I just SAID the medbay!
Warnings: Some language. It's Emma.

The last few days had been hell. Emma was still getting used to being a mother at times and the stress that could go with it. Being the mother of a child whose adopted mom was not just kind of a bitch, but was literally the wicked queen? That got hard. Add in a second child whose father was not only a serial killer, but now a legitimate demon? And motherhood rightfully took its toll on Emma.

And now... Trying to raise two kids in an Apocalypse? God, where had she screwed up so badly that this had happened? And what sort of demon thought it fitting to hide inside of her eleven year-old? In the end, she really was just grateful it wasn't Jim. And she wouldn't have put it past him, either.

But Zee had brought her baby home. Well, not home. Not yet. He'd been beaten up pretty badly while he'd been out and about, terrorizing the streets in all his child demon glory. But she'd take the Complex's medbay over some horrible hideout that her baby didn't belong in.

He lay in the bed, looking pale and helpless, and she couldn't help the tears that sprang to her eyes. Anger had kept her going, fury fueled her actions from the moment they'd realized her son was possessed. But now, Emma was drained and exhausted and mostly just heartbroken. There was a long road ahead of them and everyone knew it. But she had to be strong for him. Henry hadn't deserved this, but they'd get through it. They had to.

Her hand drifted through his hair, the shaggy brown mop damp with sweat. He was so small and so pitiful in his sleep. Sometimes she looked at him and still couldn't believe he was hers. She'd created this. She and Neal. And heaven knew she didn't deserve him. But, hopefully, nothing would ever try and take him from her again. Maybe she didn't deserve him, but he sure as hell didn't deserve that.

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boywhobelieves
2013-09-29 06:21 pm UTC (link)

Everything should have hurt, and underneath the drugs coursing through his system, Henry could feel some lingering pain. He had a cast on his leg now, and bandages wrapped around multiple places. Some of his ribs were cracked, but they would heal, all of him would with time was what the doctors had said, but he wasn’t sure he would ever believe that. Maybe his bones would work properly again in a few weeks, but other parts of him were going to be broken forever. He was certain of that.

It was mostly because whenever he closed his eyes, whenever he was forced to sleep, the drugs making him drift no matter how hard he fought against it, the nightmares came roaring at him. He’d witnessed each person he had hurt, both physically with the knife and other weapons and with his words. Words that might not have been actually from him, but they hadn’t known that right away and he could only imagine the heartache they would have caused the people he loved thinking he thought them.

He relived each moment of his possession, and he thrashed around in the bed, upsetting his wounds, and his legs, and the IV that was hooked into him as he tried to break free from the torture that was his mind. But he wasn’t strong enough to do so and so he didn’t feel Emma’s touch, didn’t feel the comfort of her being in the room with him, as he tried harder and harder to break free from what he kept on reliving. Maybe it was better he didn’t though, because seeing her there wanting to comfort him might make everything worse.

Henry didn’t think he deserved her love anymore.

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lostfairytale
2013-09-29 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Emma had known better. The moment the demon had started insulting people. The moment he'd pulled at Emma and Regina and even Ruby's fears, she'd known better. She'd seen Henry put through some horrible scenarios, both in person and through the television, and even in his anger, he'd never have said some of the things he did then.

No one knew Henry the way Emma did. Not even Regina understood him quite like she did. Regina was from the other world, the Fairytale World, the Enchanted Forest. She didn't know the way this world worked. Emma did, and she knew that the world could be cold and cruel. Add in an apocalypse complete with demons, and of course it would be hard for a little boy to grow up. But to have the most innocent, most loving person she knew invaded by creatures with no hearts and literally, no souls? She couldn't wrap her head around it.

When he began thrashing in his sleep, she almost called for Martha or, god forbid, House to help. But she didn't think it was physical pain hurting him. It was the place in his head that she couldn't reach. Not physically. She simply had to remind him that there was no way he was dealing with this alone.

Careful of the wires attached to her baby boy's body, she shifted to the mattress, easing his head into her lap and holding him in her arms. "Shhhhh," she whispered, taking the hand not attached to the IV in hers and holding it tightly. "You're safe now, Henry. You're here with me and I won't let you go, I promise."

The very idea that he wasn't deserving of love would have blown her mind. No one deserved love like Henry Swan. When she'd been alone in the world, with no idea what love truly was, he'd loved her. Even knowing her past, he loved her. Arriving in this world and knowing she'd done some things she couldn't ever be proud of, he'd loved her. Henry had taught her the meaning of unconditional love and she would never, ever give it up.

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boywhobelieves
2013-09-30 08:08 pm UTC (link)

Her voice pulled him out of his restless sleep. He blearily blinked, not quite moving, as he shook of the remaining tendrils of sleep trying to pull him back under. His throat was dry, but he didn’t care, too intent on locating where exactly his mom was sitting. He needed to see her. To see that she was okay and be assured that everything would be alright even though he knew it would be a long time before that ever became fact.

Henry focused on her face, not too sure what he was supposed to do anymore. He didn’t really hurt at that point, more a general ache and fatigued was settling over him. But his heart, oh how it broke when he remembered why he was in the medbay.

“S...orry.” he croaked, voice hoarse from lack of talking and dryness.

He was sorry for so much. Sorry that he’d gone out to play ball that day. Sorry that the amulet had slipped off of him when he’d been sliding into home plate. Sorry the demon had gotten hold of him. Sorry for everything that demon had typed, had said...for every person he had hurt.

Connor’s expression upon realizing he was slicing into him would forever be seared in his head and it made him want to cry. At least he hadn’t been able to hurt his baby sister. That was good, right?

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lostfairytale
2013-10-01 01:43 am UTC (link)

Emma had never wanted motherhood. She didn't know a thing about being a mom. She'd never had one, so how could she be one? Foster care didn't exactly inspire a lot of good parenting role models. When she'd found out she was pregnant, her decision wasn't a hard one to make. Babies got adopted. Private adoptions were good. The family would have money, they'd raise a baby right. He wouldn't get shuffled through the system and left behind like she had. It would be fine.

But she also hadn't counted on her baby showing up at her door ten years later. Or falling so head over heels for him. Now she had no choice but to step up and be a mother. He needed her and like hell would she abandon him now. She wouldn't let him feel the guilt that she so often felt. The things he'd done hadn't been him. Her choices had all been entirely her own.

"Henry, you have nothing to be sorry for." She reached for the cup by his bed and pulled out an ice chip, running it over his dry lips before encouraging him to suck on it. "You've been out for a bit and your stomach might not handle water, but you should be okay with these." She kissed his forehead again but refused to move from her spot. Even if he didn't feel safer in her arms, she did.

"What happened wasn't your fault, kid. None of it. And I'm going to tell you this every day till you understand it." She'd never taken the Hunter's camps or any of the more complicated classes, but having friends who'd been possessed was actually helpful. She understood that much, at least.

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boywhobelieves
2013-10-01 10:32 pm UTC (link)

The ice chip helped a bit as did the kiss to his forehead, but her words only made him sadder. For some reason she still believed in him when he was finding it very hard to believe in himself or anything else. Which was an unwelcomed and strange feeling to have come over him. He was always the believer, even when things got to be so much and it seemed like the world was going to crash down around him, he still held onto that sliver of hope. But laying there in that bed and staring up at the ceiling, not quite able to even look at Emma any longer, Henry realized he was all out of hope.

It was like a light had gone off in him and he didn't quite know how to fix it to burn brightly again. Maybe he was like a fairy? But he had no more "I do believe" stored in his inner core and so his light had faded fast, leaving him feeling like a shell of his former self.

"O...k." He couldn't seem to think of anything else to say, and kept his attention away from her and on the ceiling that he knew he couldn't accidentally hurt by being alive.

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lostfairytale
2013-10-01 11:41 pm UTC (link)

Emma wasn't big on fairytales the way Henry was, but she knew vaguely of them. And the whole Tinkerbell thing, it wasn't the fairy who'd had to believe. It was the rest of the world. Other people had to believe to keep that fairy going. Oh, and Emma did. She believed in this child more than anyone possibly could. Far more than she'd ever believed in herself. If anyone could make it through this, it was Henry.

She couldn't and wouldn't take her hands off of him. Either his small hand in hers or her fingers brushing at his cheeks or her arm comfortingly around him. Constant contact was craved and she wasn't sure by who. Her, really, if she thought about it. Henry wasn't fighting her off or asking her to stop, so she didn't. She needed to know he was solid and real and back by her side where he belonged.

He seemed so distant and she felt that familiar flicker of worry, but she fought it. There was some optimism in her. Really. Despite being the queen of the pessimists, she had to have faith.

"We've got to get you all healed up and home. Aislinn's been looking for you. She misses you. And Knightly just sits by the door looking sort of pathetic for a dog." They knew the truth. The whole house had missed him. Half the city had missed him. If the demon wanted a host that would rile up the population, they'd made a good choice. Henry was a well-loved child.

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boywhobelieves
2013-10-02 08:42 pm UTC (link)

He looked back at her at the mention of his sister's name, but it was with fear. He couldn't be around the baby. What if the demon wasn't really gone? What if it was just waiting and he didn't know or he got possessed again and he hurt Aislinn? He was supposed to be her protector. He was her big brother. That's what he was supposed to do, but he wasn't sure he could do that anymore.

And Knightly. How was he supposed to take care of a dog when he couldn't even keep an amulet on?

Henry's mind was a mess, and while he tried hard to take some comfort from what Emma was offering him, his thoughts were winning out. He'd hurt so many people and if Zatanna hadn't found him he wasn't sure how many more he might have hurt. Like baby Emily.

He didn't know what to say in response to anything and so he looked away again, staring at the floor and looking absolutely depressed. It would take awhile for him to bring himself out of his funk and a lot of love and reminders that he wasn't a horrible little boy.

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