once upon a time: pilot s1:e1

pilot: Chapter 6

Henry ducks under her right arm and begins to walk into the apartment " whoa,hey, KID.KID.KID!" she says reaching after him. She looks at him. Or more rather his back as he walks further into the house " I don't have s kid! " she says. Henry keeps his mouth together in a tight line. She keeps trying. " where are your parents? " she asks. He looks sideways at her. He stops and rests his left hand on the back of one of her chairs. " ten years ago, did you give up a baby for adoption? " he asks already knowing the answer. Her body somewhat relaxed and she looked at the kid. She knew she did but how the hell did this random kid know. She felt her heart quicken. " That was me! " he says. Emma looks at him for a few moments " give me a minute! " she goes into the bathroom and leans against the door. She lifts her head as she hears the kids voice echo through the door " hey, do you have any juice?" shortly followed by " never mind...found some! " Emma takes s hug deep breath and exits the bathroom. She eyes the kid curiously and stands in front of him. " you know, we should probably get going. " he says. Emma raises " Going where?"
Henry sits up straighter " I want you to come home with me! " Emma sighs and Crosses the room picking up the home phone " okay, kid, I'm calling the cops" Henry replies straight away with " and I'll tell them you kidnapped me " he says with a smug grin on his face. Emma sighs still looking at the phone. " and they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother " she puts down the phone shaking her head and then walks back behind the counter. Henry nods, his lips parted to show his goofy smile. " yup" Emma walks back around amd leans in close to him " you're not going to do that " Henry just smiles confidently in return " try me " he says with a matter of fact voice. Emma smiles. This was her time to tell the kid the one thing she was good at, what made her different from the rest. " You're pretty good, but here's the thing. There's not a lot I'm great at in life, but I have one skill. It's called a "superpower." I can tell when anyone is lying, and you, kid, are." Henry's smile fades and his voice turns to a whine. Emma looks at him and dials the first two numbers on the phone that would patch her through to the police station in Boston.
Henry pleads "Wait. Please don't call the cops. Please come home with me." he asks as polite as he could without wanting to sound annoying. Emma sighs and raises an eyebrow. " Where's home?" Henry smiles as he had achieved his plan. He stands up off the swively chair and crises his neck to look up at Emma " storybrooke, Maine " he says with a neutral face. "Storybrooke? Seriously?" Emma asks getting a nod in return from the 10 year old boy. " Mm-hmm " Emma puts theories back onto the stand and walks towards the door. She holds it open and leans Agaisnt it still not able to fathom what was happening to her "Alrighty, then. Let's get you back to Storybrooke." she tells the kid.

// Sorry it's been a while