Once Upon a Time Imagines and One Shots

Jefferson- Something (h)

For a long time, you had had this feeling that something wasn't quite right.

There was just something missing and yet you couldn't pin point it.

Of course, everyone claimed that there was something missing in their life, something that they didn't know what they were missing until they found it – perhaps that's just what it was with you.

Despite all of that, you convinced yourself that it was genuine and there was something that you needed to find so that you wouldn't be missing it anymore.

It wasn't until the curse on Storybrooke was broken that you had some form of hope that you would find that something.

You remembered everything – you remembered your something.

It didn't take long for you to be running up to the mansion in the woods.

The mansion was where Jefferson lived, everyone had always avoided it – if they knew it was there – as they knew who lived there and that would be the mad man.

However, you had your memories back and you knew that that man was only mad because he had no one.

Just as you were reaching the door, you saw Jefferson stood in the large living room window.

Without knocking, you walked straight in and he stared straight at you.

"Why are you here?" he questioned you in a cold tone.

"Do you not know?" you responded to him with a question of your own. "It's all broken. Emma did it."

He gasped as tears welled up in his eyes, him stepping back slightly. "No," he whispered.

"I remember. Please tell me you do too."

"I've known ever since she sent us to this place."

You quickly made your way towards him. "Do you still love me?"

He smiled, a tear escaping and falling down his cheek. "How could I ever stop?"

"Oh, you know, just the past ten years where I haven't known anything."

"But I knew, and that's all that mattered."

A realisation came to you and you gasped. "What about Gracie? Where is she?"

Grace was not your biological daughter, and she had known that for a long time, but you were as much her mother as her biological mother was.

You never claimed to replace her biological mother, and Jefferson knew you would never want to – but somewhere, deep down, he wanted children with you.

Jefferson shook his head, seeming upset. "She won't want to know me now. Not since she knows everything."

You smiled at him, reaching up to kiss him for the first time in ten years – it felt as if you'd never missed a moment with him.

Jefferson clearly felt the same due to the contented look on his face.

"I think that little girl at the door has something to say otherwise."

Once you had spoken, Jefferson's head snapped towards the front door hat was still open where
Grace still stood with tears in her eyes.

You crouched down as she ran towards you to hug you. "Mama," she whispered as you kissed her hair.

"Papa," she exclaimed when she turned to Jefferson.

He held in the tears, crouching down also and pulling his daughter into a tight hug.

"Oh, thank you," Jefferson mumbled to no one in particular. "Thank you for letting me have my family back."

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Written by Hannah.

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