A/n: Dang. It's been two years. I totally forgot that this (and my other fics) existed. I swear I wasn't purposely neglecting my fics. I'm going to attempt to write more for them and update but I make no promises.

Summary: Azlyn and Brooklyn Swan-Mills get sucked into the past before the curse was broken. They end up revealing things that they shouldn't have revealed and messing with things that they should have left alone. Now they have to deal with the problems that their "little" adventure has caused. Eventual sq.

Characters: Henry Mills, Emma Swan, Brooklyn Swan-Mills

Mentioned: Regina Mills

"The ability to delude yourself may be an important survival tool."

-Jane Wagner

Two girls, a boy, a sheriff, and a call. Is that mommy?

(Henry)

Although it happened over the course of four days, the change was subtle and it went mostly unnoticed as it happened. Maybe it had started before then. It was something that I had stayed up late into the night wandering about. The events that occurred during that time were strange yet no one seemed to question or notice it. Well, almost no one. I may not have been the first to notice but I definitely was not the last. Maybe it started when I met them. No. It happened before that. It just took them arriving for someone to notice. It's a good thing they showed up when they did. Things probably would have ended up a lot worse.

(Third-Person Pov)

*Vault*

Henry stood inside of the mausoleum staring at his grandfather's coffin that had been moved to the side to reveal a usually hidden underground. His mind reeled as he thought about what this meant. Where did this lead? Had this been here the whole time? Could this be the proof he had been looking for the whole time? Right under his feet? Literally.

He continued to stare at the stairs while he thought about whether or not to go down. He could go and see what was at the bottom, or he could leave and pretend he never even saw the place. And while the latter sounded more appealing he knew that if he left than he would be choosing to stay ignorant. Which wasn't a very good thing.

And anyways, this place had been on his mind since he saw Brooklyn and Azlyn here weeks ago, which felt like years, and he had been compelled to come back and see where those stairs led. The eerie feeling that had occupied this space before was still there, he noted as he walked down the stairs as quickly as he could without stumbling. When he reached the bottom, Henry stood in shock and what he saw.

The place was an absolute mess and looked as if a tornado had hit. Which would make sense considering the two girls' appearances when he first met them. Henry took in the sight before him and with a deep breath, he started his search. For what though, he did not yet know.

*The BB*

Emma sat it an old chair inside of one of the rooms at Granny's watching the two sleeping girls. She silently thought about the events that led her there and shuddered. She let her head fall back, eyes closed, and decided to not think about it for as long as she could manage. Instead, she thought about all of the other strange things that had transpired in the last week. From the diner, to back at Any Given Sundae, to the woods -another shudder-. She had witnessed a display of magic at each spot yet still refused to believe what her eyes had clearly seen.

It was obviously a trick of the light, She thinks but even she doesn't believe that. Not really. With a shake of her head, Emma opens her eyes. She quickly jumps from her seat when she notices that the younger of the two girls is gone. Her first instinct is to search everywhere for the girl, and she is just about to when she hears the flush of a toilet and then the sound of the faucet running. She sits back down.

A few minutes later, the small brunette is walking out of the bathroom, drying her hands on her white pants and Emma's only thought is why is a five-year-old wearing white pants because if she looks too closely, focuses just a bit harder, she'll notice how the girl looks so much like her yet too much like Regina. She'll remember how the girl had talked about time travel; called her mom. Called Regina mom. Talked about curses and true love. And it's too much because curses aren't real and magic doesn't exist. She isn't the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. And she sure as hell is not falling in love with Regina because that's just ridiculous. And she has only known Regina for just over a year. She would never believe that they could be a thing in the future. So yes, what she saw earlier was a trick of the light and the little girl in front of her has been read one too many fairy-tales.

It's hours later when Emma opens her eyes and realizes that she passed out. Her arm is numb, and she feels a weight pressed into her side that wasn't there before. It isn't uncomfortable but it makes Emma pause because how warm the person is. She looks over and sees Brooklyn pressed into her side. Without thinking, she moves the girl's bangs aside and places her hand on her forehead to check her temperature; first, with the front of her hand then with the back, she then repeats the action with the girl's neck and back. She's burning up, Emma thinks as Brooklyn starts to breathe heavily. The young girl starts to twist and turn and Emma isn't sure what she's supposed to do but before she knows it, her phone is pressed to her ear and Regina is on the other end calling her name after several minutes of her not responding.

"Uh, Hey. Yeah, I'm here," Emma says after Regina asks if she's there. She isn't sure what to say next, and she can basically feel Regina's annoyance from over the phone. Brooklyn sneezes next to her and it catches Emma's attention. She looks over at the young girl and finds tired green eyes on her.

"Is that mommy?" She asks. Her eyes start to droop and her head lolls to the side and lands against Emma's thigh. The girl rearranges herself until she's laying across Emma's lap. Even as she tries to make herself comfortable, Brooklyn stares up at Emma, still waiting on an answer.

Emma nods because she isn't sure what she's supposed to say to that. The smell of lavender fills the room, and she hears Regina yelp on the other side of the phone before a column of smoke rises from the floor, and Regina appears in front of her. Before she can process, Brooke is sitting up, tired eyes barely staying open, smiling at Regina.

"Hi, Mommy."

A/n: I've had this written up and sitting I my docs for two years. It was supposed to be longer but I just decided to cut the end and put the rest of it in chapter 6.