Chapter 14: Desperate Souls
The Dreamscape
Emma tried to put a smile on her face, as she found herself in the Dreamscape once again. It had been a rough night to say the least. Mary and David had been there for her and she was grateful for that. David had comforted her as much as he could without raising suspicions from those around them. Right now though, Emma needed her parents as badly as ever. But she was torn, for she hated to spoil their happiness they usually enjoyed in the Dreamscape. But her fake smile couldn't fool her parents.
"Emma...honey, what's wrong?" Snow called, as she spotted her daughter. The blonde couldn't hold it back any longer and collapsed into tears, alarming Snow and Charming greatly. They rushed to their daughter and enveloped her in their embrace. Charming cradled her head, as she cried on Snow's shoulder.
"Sweetheart...what's wrong?" Snow asked. Emma sniffed and pulled back from them.
"Do you remember the Huntsman?" she asked, though she knew the answer.
"Of course. He saved our lives and defied the Queen," Charming replied.
"He sacrificed his heart for mine," Snow added.
"Yeah...well in Storybrooke, his name is...was Graham and he was the Sheriff," Emma said.
"Was?" Snow squeaked.
"He remembered, Mom. He got his memories back and then he just...died right there in front of me," Emma cried.
"Oh no...oh honey..." Snow cried, as she cradled her daughter in her arms.
"She did this...didn't she?" Charming asked. Emma nodded.
"I think so. She still had his heart...all this time," she replied.
"It seems like every time I make a little progress, Regina just strikes back and I feel like we take two steps back," Emma confessed.
"Oh Princess...I wish we could be there with you," Charming soothed.
"You will be. She's not going to get away with this," Emma growled.
"No...she's not. I know when things like this happen that it seems like darkness will win. But it won't; it just fools you into thinking it will," he reminded. She nodded and took comfort in her father's words. And for now, she was content to let her parents hold her, as they had all her life in her dreams.
Two days later
As Emma awoke on the morning of the second day since Graham's death, she knew what was ahead of them on that day. The entire town was mourning their Sheriff and was going to be nearly shut down to turn out for his funeral in just a few hours.
Breakfast was meager, as none of them were really very hungry and once they were all ready, they left for the cemetery.
Mary Margaret drove them in her station wagon and they arrived within just a few minutes to what was already a large gathering around the burial site.
Emma took a deep breath and clenched her fist and tried to prepare herself for the emotional roller coaster she was about to embark on. She felt two hands on her shoulder and saw David and Mary flanking her.
"Are you ready?" Mary asked softly. She nodded.
"We're right beside you every step of the way," David added, as she started toward the gathering. David slid his arm around Mary's waist and she leaned into his comforting embrace, as they followed her.
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Dreaming Out Loud
Fanfic"If you could have heard our voices, would it have made a difference?" Based on Snow's comment to Emma in season 5. What if Emma had been able to hear her parent's voices? What if she'd been able to see them in her dreams every night? How would thin...
