Why does fate intertwine me with you?

The leather-bound book

Henry's POV

Today was finally one of the best days of the week. For starters, I don't have school. And I've already completed all my homework thanks to mom being so overprotective and demanding, which means I have a whole day of just playing video games. Yep. Saturdays are the bomb.

But when I get to the living room, all I find is the controllers with yellow post-it notes stuck on them. Lifting the paper up, I can decipher the words scribbled on the page.

No games for you, kid. Sorry! ;-)

...Emma. This must be her way of punishing me for what I did. I think I'm starting to prefer mom's way better; sucking up to her for a week or two is so much easier than this...evil plot ma has created.

Grumbling to myself, albeit quietly, I drop down depressingly onto the pristine couch and close my eyes. I don't even last a minute.

...It's so boring!!! Ugh!

I suddenly remember the request mom had made about my room. She asked me to clear out all of the soft toys in my wardrobe. Not having anything else better to do -stupid Emma, how could she?!- I silently tip toe into my room, towards my destination.

My feet veer over to the place I want to go, and I take a slight pause of admiration at the object. This wardrobe is made of amber wood, and looks like it has come straight out of a fairy-tale; which is ironic really.

The door creaks open, and there at the bottom of the hollow box, is a small mountain of old, cute plushies. I kneel down and begin to grab them one at a time, placing them into the small, black bag mom provided for me.

It gets towards the end of my task, when my fingers brush against something very solid, and not at all like a plushie. Curious, I reach underneath the object, and pick it up with my hand.

Against my palm, I feel a very worn out book. Its simple and plain, but must have been treasured very dearly by someone long ago. Perhaps it is even from the enchanted forest?

Wondering whom this delicate thing could belong to edges me on to turn to the front page. In most books and diaries, it says who it belongs to. This one appears to be the same. But its the name scrawled in beautiful handwriting, that shocks me to my core.

...I have to read its contents right this second.

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Emma's POV

My footsteps echoed lightly on the cold, hard wood. Now fully clothed and feeling much better compared to last night, I find my feet have brought me to the kitchen, where a wondrous site meets my eyes. There in the appliance filled room, is Henry, silently reading an old book in front of an already set bench top. But not only is the sight of my son so beautiful, it is the moment that I see Regina do I truly smile. The woman I have become so accustomed to hate is practically glowing in all her glory, as she fries what smells like bacon and pancakes.

"Ms. Swan. How nice of you to finally have awoken. Do tell me, was my guest room suitable for you last night?" I do not know how she saw me with her back turned, but somehow she knew.

"Hmm?! Oh...yeah, yeah. It was..." I smirk thinking of what Mary Mar-Mom would say after my next comment. "Even better than the White Queens' Royal Sleeping Quarters...of which I may or may not refuse to sleep in opposed to the withered and unfashionable couch."

Regina faced me now, and genuinely smiled with the pan of food resting in her grip. "Really now? Well, I would expect nothing less from her."

I laughed. Of course Regina would make a comment like that. I now turned to Henry, and he seemed to have hidden that book he was reading somewhere. What if he's up to something again? Would he even try to do something else after what he did the first time? Too hungry to even bother now, I, as politely as possible, begin to eat the delicious meal put in front of me.

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Regina's POV

I am currently seated at my dining table. Emma is still with us and we remain in our seating positions from yesterday.

Today I can tell I am not myself. I didn't put down, direct my anger or use my sarcastic tone once at Emma. Which should have happened already. I also made a very unhealthy breakfast meal for my darling boy. He never, ever has had a breakfast like the one today. Usually it's a bowl of oats, or high-fibre cereal with skinny milk. I even went to the trouble and made this meal for Emma of all people.

I must either be insane or just ill from something. Perhaps it was that dream last night?

My whirlwind of thoughts come tumbling down to the sound of someone choking. Fearing it is Henry, I spring off my seat and check to see if everything is normal.

It is, because it was Emma who was making that noise. She's silent now, staring gobsmacked at what is in Henry's hands.

I find out that my son is holding a leather-bound book. It looks familiar, like something from my past, however I fail to see how this could have effected the town's only Sheriff.

But something tells me that there's a deeper secret lying in the shell-shocked blonde's thoughts. Similar to a gut feeling, but not quite the same.
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Emma's POV

Oh sheeet!! Crap is that..? No way. No fucking way! That is not Regina's diary in which I read last night in a dream. A goddamn dream!!

Oh...right. Regina can read my mind...double shit.

I pause for a while, waiting for a mind response from Regina on the fact that I read her freaking diary for REAL. But for some reason...no such luck. Huh. Weird.

"So ma. You seem pretty surprised about this thing in my hands. Would you like to read it?" My son smirks a little. He's probably laughing at how fucking stupid I look.

I roll my eyes. "Sure. I'll take a look."

The book sure does look like an exact replica of Regina's diary. Its the right shade of brown leather, shape and smell, heck even the weight feels the same! This scares me to no end. What if I did in fact get ahold of the real thing in that dream? That would mean that...?

Fear skyrockets in my being when I furiously fluster through each page, trying to appear as if I've never seen it before, all the same trying to get to the final page where I wrote my name.

-Emma Swan-

I can feel my eyes widen to new sizes. This isn't possible. I was dreaming not snooping through Regina's belongings!

This feels exactly like when Gold had written my name over and over in squid ink. Except this time...I can do what I do best; run.

Too embarassed and also extremely scared as to what will happen when Regina finds out--because let's face it, Regina will find out sooner or later--I clutch the book in my hand, sprint to the door and revv the Bug's engine, never taking a glance back at the Mills family.
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A/N
Omg!! Guys I am SOOO sorry! This is sooo long since I've last updated. However...I've had tests and rubbish like that...so....super sorry! Plus this chapter was driving me nuts! I had half of it done...but then I didnt know how to explain it...so it took ages for me to get it finally. I tell u...i wanted to post it right away...but it wasnt finished. >:(

Anyway the chapter isnt even that good. Hope its ok for u! Happy Reading!!

(P.S. WATCH THE SEASON FINALE OF OUAT...WHAT THE??!!)