Henry's Adventures in Fairytale Land

Zelena

"Henry?" Someone shook him and he rolled away, pulling his blankets over his head. The person didn't stop. "Come on, Henry. You don't want to sleep the day away."

"Why not? S'comfortable here."

The person chuckled. "Alright. But don't be mad when you miss Christmas."

"Christmas?" Henry pushed back the covers as he sat up, back in his room in Storybrooke. There were his Marvel figurines by his giant Avengers poster. Several comic books were piled on his desk and he spied his complete Harry Potter collection on the bookshelf.

His mother laughed as she shook her head. "I think someone had a little too much fun last night at the Mayor's Ball. Yes, it's Christmas. Come see what Santa's left you."

Henry jumped out of bed and grabbed the robe she held out for him. "Do you think it's the Millennium Falcon Lego set? Like I asked for?"

"Well, were you a good boy?" Mom asked.

Scrunching up his nose, Henry nodded. "I think so."

"Then it probably is," she replied, wrapping her arm around his shoulders. "Now let's go before your father opens all his presents without us. You know the man has no patience."

Father? Henry grew confused, wondering what was going on. There was no father in his life so who was his mother was talking about?

"There you two are." Robin leaned against the bannister at the bottom of the stairs. "I thought I was going to have to send out a search party."

Mom laughed as she wrapped her arm around him and he kissed her forehead. He then turned to Henry, wrapping his other arm around him. "Gave your mother some trouble about waking up?"

"I think he forgot it was Christmas," Mom said, tucking two fingers under Henry's chin as she teased him. "Can you imagine that?"

"Well, that does explain why he didn't beat us down here this morning." Robin chuckled as he squeezed Henry tighter.

Henry smiled, though he was still confused. Robin seemed to be married to his mother and was his father. But he wasn't going to question it. It was Christmas and there were presents to open. "Can we go inside now?"

The adults laughed as they walked into the living room, the Christmas tree light up in multi-colored twinkling lights. Several wrapped presents were placed underneath as Henry's beloved train ran around them.

"Happy Christmas, Henry." Robin wrapped an arm around him and held him close before giving him a shove. "Henry?"

"Henry?"

His eyes opened and he realized the shaking had been the rocking of the carriage. Will's arm had been serving as his pillow and Robin was kneeling in front of him. He smiled. "Sorry to wake you, but we're almost there. Best to keep your wits about you."

"I understand," Henry said, sitting up. He watched as Robin slid back toward the other end, letting Regina rest against him again.

The carriage started to slow down and Henry felt his heart speed up. He glanced up at Will. "Is the Witch really that bad?"

"Worse," Will said.

Regina lifted her head, frowning. "Don't scare the boy, Will."