Chapter 12

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Guess who's back!! Tricky!!!!
Emma's POV

Jefferson and I waited for quite a while before the woman, who in an unbelievable way is Belle, came back with her husband.

She walked in in front of a man who I immediately recognized as my English teacher Mr.Gold who Belle had a relationship with.

This day kept getting stranger and stranger, but in some strange way, it seemed normal.

The man looked at us with an amused smile.

"Well well, looks like Miss Swan got a little shorter."

He shrunk down to my size.

"What do you remember?"

There was something oddly familiar about Mr.Gold and this shop. I think I saw this in my coma visions.

"I saw some things."

He was still smiling.

"What things?" He asked.

"About this town. I saw a boy named Henry."

He and Belle exchanged knowing glances.

"Well Miss Swan, I see you've gotten yourself into quite the situation. Did Jefferson help you?"

I was just about to answer him when I felt a hand brush my shoulder and turned around.
I couldn't believe it, Jefferson was definitely not 16 anymore, he looked about as old as Belle.

A thought suddenly came in to my mind; the portal that we came through, didn't take us to another version of Storybrooke, it took us to the future.

"Looks like whatever magic was over Jefferson wore off." Belle said.

I didn't even want to question why they were talking about magic, I just wanted out of the future. If this was the future, was I here?

"Jefferson, are we...in the future?"

He cocked his head and gave me a puzzled look.

"The future? No this is the present. Where we were before was another..dimension let's say."

I couldn't fathom what was going on, so I decided to go find that portal, and go back to the more normal life, though it didn't exactly feel right, it sure felt better than this world.

I ran out of the shop and felt cold rain hit my face and looked at what I was wearing. A hospital gown. I thought about how cold and wet I was going to get, but then quickly pushed the thought away and focused on the bigger problem I was dealing with.

The more I ran, the more sick i felt. I don't know what was wrong with me. It could be the fact that I just woke up out of a 10 month coma, or I was getting sick from running in the rain in nothing but a hospital gown. Another thing that came to mind whip I was running was that I missed my seventeenth birthday. Not that that was a big problem either.

After about a half hour of running, I had to stop to have a coughing fit. I bent over by a tree and started to gag when I heard footsteps behind me. I was expecting it to be Jefferson, but to my surprise it wasn't. It was a woman, brown eyes, brown hair, beautiful. I expected it to be Regina.

She looked taken aback.

"Oh, Emma, I-I'm so sorry. I wasn't- this wasn't supposed to happen."

I stared at her blankly for a while until she started to cry.

"Regina?" I walked towards her.

She looked up. "You- you remember me?"

I smiled. "Yeah, when you were younger. We kinda were friends."

Out of all the things I could've said, I'm pretty sure to her that was the worst possible thing.

She put her face in her hands and mumbled some swear words.

"What, what's wrong?"

She had stopped crying now, but she still looked crestfallen.

She sighed. "This goes way deeper than I thought."

"I saw some things when I was in- well wherever I was. Here, but not really here. I kept having visions and people had them around me. I think they were of her. I even caused my from to turn into a werewolf."

This made her light up.
"Really? What did you see?"

"I saw you, and me. I was older, and we were in a hospital..crying. There was a boy in the hospital bed, and he died. I think he's your son, or my son."

She wiped a tear from her eye and laughed.
"He's our son actually."

"Oh. Were we, um, a couple?" I couldn't imagine having a son with another girl, but stranger things have happened.

"No, no. It's not like that. You gave birth to him, and I adopted him."

"Are you sure it's not the other way around?" Regina was the one to have the baby, or at least in that world.

She gave me a weak smile.
"We have to get you back, then I'm going to kill him." Saying this confirmed that she was in fact the Regina I knew.

"Kill who?"

"The person who did all this to you."

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