A Potter In Storybrooke

Chapter 46 - The Queen is Dead - Part 1

Hope walked with Emma and Gold, Luna and Mary following behind Henry and Baelfire, who actually goes by Neal here.

They were laughing and chatting and seeming to really get to know each other.

The boys suddenly turned into a pizza shop, leaving the them to stand outside.

“Do you think that we should…” Emma trailed off, pointing at the shop.

Gold shook his head. “If we were welcome, I feel confident an invitation would’ve been extended.” He sighed. “It’s a sad truth that the people closest to us are the ones capable of causing the most pain. That’s our common ground, Miss Swan."

"Guess my lying to him just caught up with me." She grumbled.

"Give him time, he'll forgive you."

"Is that you projecting your own hopes?" Emma questioned, Gold scoffed.

"My son and I have some way to go."

"I can see that."

Gold stepped forwards slightly  "I need you to speak to him." At the look Emma gave him, he went on.

"Try and convince him to come back to Storybrooke with us."

"If I recall, there was only one favor I owed you. And I think I'm paid up." She responded.

"This isn't about me anymore. You'll do it for Henry." He pointed at the shop. "How do you figure that?"

"Well, because if you don't, you're gonna wake up one morning and discover he's hopped on a bus back to New York. He ran away to Boston to be with you." Gold reasoned. "He'll do the same thing for his father."

"Until Neal let's him down. Which he will" Emma argued "It'll be a hard lesson, but then, at least let Henry will understand that I lied to protect him."

"Come on." Hope butted in,
rolling her eyes, "That whole
lying-to-protect-them thing is all a
bunch of bullshit. And you will also the taste of your own consequences if you keep lying to Henry."

"What's the supposed to mean?"

"From getting hurt again." Gold
stated, adding into her argument.

"That's not happening."

"Do you want a second chance
with that man?" Gold asked out of
seemingly nowhere.

"What makes you think that?"

Gold just smirked at her. "The look on
your face."

"You have no idea what..." she trailed
off as Gold stepped back.

Neal and Henry had come back, plates of food in their hands.

"What are we talking about?" Neal
asked, taking a note of pizza.

"Emma, Neal wanted to show me the
museum." Henry said. "Do you think
we can go back to the apartment and
get my camera?"

Emma sighed, turning to look at her
ex. "Yeah, well, I... Kids like culture,
right?"

"Sure. Yeah, that's fine. You like New York pizza?"

"Yeah. It's delicious, cheesy, and doesn't lie."

Emma's face fell as his cold words went directly at her.