Storybrooks broken angel

He's not with us

Hi it's been a while. Thanks for all the support. I have been really busy finally got some free time to post a slightly shorter chapter hoping to get a couple up over the next couple weeks already have them started. Hope this is ok so e people wanted an update and didn't want to keep you waiting to long.
Back in Storybrook (No PoV)

Emma, after a long night of debating with Neal returned to her loft apartment avoiding all interaction with her newly found parents, she had yet to tell Mary Margret and David about their other grandchild or the fact that she planned to find the kid. Neal had tried to lessen the feeling of guilt she had by admitting it was partly his fault for abandoning her, but she knew that wasn't true. He didn't know, she chose to give up her kids, and the guilt was eating her alive. She barely slept. Henrys disappointed face haunted her dreams along with the lone memory of her little Bambi staring up at her. The next morning Neal showed up at her door ready to continue where they left off, debating terrible and at some points slightly illegal ways in which they could find the abandoned child. Emma had just stopped him from revealing anything in the presence of the two oblivious royals when they where interrupted by her very angry co-mother Regina.

"Where is he Miss Swan, we had an agreement and last night was my night. I stopped using magic, no evil plots, I'm even helping you stop my mother, the least you could do is stick to the schedule" Reginas voice was scary calm, you could feel the power radiating off her, but her words left everyone else present confused.

Emma responded "What do you mean stick to the schedule Henry was with you last night and he's suppose to be there the rest of the week. I'm not exactly in his good graces at the moment if you haven't noticed" she clearly had yet to process what Regina had told her, and what it meant.

Regina went stiff and her glare got heavier. She did not believe a word the blond had to say " Don't joke with me Swan, I get the whole new little family idea you have, but Henry is my son too. I raised him at least have the decency to tell me when he's not coming home." This time her words registered not only in Emma's mind but in everyone else present in the apartments as well.

"He's not with us" Emma forced out so quietly it was a surprise anyone heard her. It was like the air was sucked out of the loft. "Last I saw him was around lunch yesterday, we..... had a disagreement" she didn't raise the volume of her voice but to Regina it was like she screamed the information in her face.

'"What do you mean disagreement.. Miss Swan what the hell did you disagree about!" Regina saw red, in contrast to the saviour she got louder with each word she spoke.

Emma saw that there was no way out of this. She had to tell them so they understood the quicker she got it out the quicker they found her son. "I told him the truth and he got upset with me" she felt pained having to confess again in only two days and nearly stopped at that but the look on everyone present's face including her newly found parents said it all, she needed to elaborate. "I told him about his sister and he left".

All anger left the room, replaced by shock and confusion. What was the blond saviour talking about? They stared at her and Emma realised she was in for a long story...

Back with Henry

Henry POV

We were cautious after walking into the small diner, I can't speak for Gramps but I was nervous. I built it up so much, I needed this moment to be right. I froze as I watched the sister I had never met walk towards us holding two laminated menus.

"Table for two" she was quite when she spoke, I don't know how but she sounded like an angel. I just wanted to hug her and tell her who I was, tell her how sorry I was we where separated for so long. But nothing came out I couldn't speak the nerves got to me, apparently it didn't effect my paternal grandfather who notice my unfortunately timed breakdown.

"That's right dearie, lead the way" she seemed shocked, but I guess she wasn't used to having sarcastic terms of endearment being used as means to address her. Then again most normal people probably aren't used to it. She turned while indicating with her hand towards a booth style table, she walked ahead and placed the menus down on the table.

She waited until we were seated to speak again "Do you know what you want to drink? I can give you a minute to look at the menus" she paused thinking before adding "I can tell you our specials for the day if you want"

I took a deep breath this time I had to speak, I couldn't say what I wanted too yet but I could tell her "Thanks, I don't need to hear any specials think I'll check the menus first, but can I have a hot chocolate, with cinnamon"

"Yeah, no problem and you sir" she turned to Rumple but I had notice she hadn't made eye contact with either of us since we entered. I don't know why but it unsettled me. She seemed afraid, maybe. I didn't even hear his response I just saw her walk away from us, towards where I'm assuming the kitchen is.

I thought I.... no can't be. I'm clearly already too overprotective and we just met. But I could have sworn she was limping.