Long Lost | Once Upon a Time (REWRITING)

Chapter Twelve: Welcome to Storybrooke

Emma and Grace had both headed back to the apartment, a little disappointed in themselves that Cora got past them. I mean, they weren't a match for her anyways. It's not like they've had years of training with magic. Who knew what that woman had up her sleeve?

Bae had traveled back to his place at Granny's Inn. They had all had a long day and so it was to be expected for him to be all tired out. Emma and Grace felt the same. When they stepped through the door, the atmosphere seemed to change almost immediately. It was already nearing ten o'clock, meaning they had been out for the entire afternoon. Henry would surely be in bed by now, and if he wasn't, Henry would surely be in trouble by now.

Emma and Grace made their way across the room and into the kitchen where their father sat, alone. She searched the place with her eyes and soon found that Snow had been curled up in their bed. If she didn't know any better, she would've thought she was either passed out or dead, but the steady rise and fall of her chest proved otherwise. She seemed distraught, though neither of them knew why. The only thing to tell them that David knew anything of it was the mournful expression he seemed to carry.

Grace's face fell at the sight of them. She could tell that something had happened whilst Emma, Bae, and her were away. Something bad, clearly, upon seeing the affect it held on them both. What could have happened that was so terrible? Luckily, David was able to answer that question.

He had turned slightly in his seat, and upon seeing the two of them alive and well, he visibly sighed in relief. He turned to face them fully whilst Emma furrowed her brow in concern. "What the hell happened?" She spoke so lowly that it was almost hard to hear her. It was obvious that she was just being careful not to disturb Snow, as she had been in ears reach of them all.

"Cora..." David began, though he couldn't manage to get another word out.

Grace frowned as she could sense where this was going. "She's dead, isn't she?" She muttered out, earning a shocked expression from Emma. David only looked at them, telling them that what she had said was true. Emma was like a fish, mouth wide open practically gasping for air. Only they were trying to get a grasp on the situation at hand.

"What, uh... happened?" Emma asked, almost too scared to find out. Obviously, Snow had something to do with her death, but she refused to make any theories in her head about it until she heard the truth.

David sighed once more before turning to face his wife, almost contemplating on what he would say to them. "Rumpelstiltskin gave Snow some magic... and she used it to kill Cora."

Emma and Grace were stunned. When they walked in there, neither of them would've guessed that this had happened. It was so shocking that Grace felt as if even her imagination wouldn't have come up with such an idea. She's Snow White, for crying out loud. She didn't think she was ever capable of hurting anyone. I guess desperate times call for desperate measures.

Neither of them spoke another word, only passed off looks of shock and fear of what this might do to Snow. Before long, the three of them went to bed, though it was safe to say that they wouldn't be getting much sleep.

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"Anything?" Emma asked, upon seeing David return from their bedroom with a tray full of food.

"She won't eat a bite." He spoke, earning a sigh from the rest of them. Emma, David, Henry, and Grace had all been sat in the kitchen eating breakfast. Everyone sort of picked at their food glumly, whereas Grace probably ate a horse. No, seriously. She was shoving more food in her mouth than she could count. None of them questioned her hunger and instead focused their attention on Snow.

"What's wrong with her?" Henry asked, him oblivious to what all had happened yesterday.

Emma only looked at him in guilt, "Nothing." She quickly spoke, "She's just a little... sick."