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"So she agreed to read to him?" August asked for the fourth time that afternoon.

They were sat in Mary Margaret's kitchen drinking coffee while Emma tried her hardest to ignore her friend's endless questions.

"Is she going to read the story, Emma?"

"Yes August, she's reading the damn book!" Emma snapped, throwing the empty cup in the sink.

"No need to snap. I'd hate to think what would happen if I'd asked a difficult question." The man rolled him eyes as the blond turned to glare at him.

"She should be back soon." Emma sighed; she didn't want to argue with him.

"You seem tense." August knew that Emma was attempting to cover up what she was feeling, he suspected that she was afraid that he might wake up, causing her to have to at least consider the possibility that the curse exists.

"I'm fine." They both knew she was anything but fine. August raised his eyebrows and tried his hardest to supress a grin.

"You just don't want to admit that I'm right." August said with a grin after a moment's silence.

"You're never right." Emma shot back.

"Not according to you, but you're too stubborn to accept that I'm right." He had missed their bickering.

Emma opened her mouth to reply but was interrupted by the sound of the door opening and Mary Margaret's shouts.

"Emma! Emma! Emma!" All she was shouting was her name but Emma could hear the panic in just that.

"Mary Margaret what is it?!" She looked shocked, she was paler than usual and her overall appearance looked a little dishevelled.

"H- He, he woke up." The woman said breathlessly from running from her car, up the apartment steps all the while screaming for Emma.

"I knew it!" August cheered while Emma just stared blankly at the other woman.

"He's awake?" Emma asked her mouth almost on the floor in shock.

"Well no." Mary Margaret looked a little bashful. "I was reading him the story, about Snow White and Prince Charming, the one Henry told me to read and then out of nowhere his hand reaches out and he grabs my arm." She rubbed her arm as though she could still feel his hand around it.

"I went to fetch Dr Whale, he checked him over and told me I must have dosed off… but Emma I didn't! He grabbed my arm. I know it."

"It's ok, I believe you." Emma said softly.

"I better get going, things to do, people to see. Bye Emma, Mary Margaret." Emma knew he had nothing to do but he could see that they needed some space.

"Emma, what does this mean?" She asked desperately after August had left.

"I don't know but there has to be some logical explanation for it." She hoped at least.

"What?! Dr Whale couldn't find one and he has been John Doe's doctor for who knows how long!" Emma shrugged at a loss for words and the two women sat on the sofa side by side. "What about Henry's theory?" She spoke so softly that Emma barely heard her.

"I-" Emma shook her head as if to shake the crazy from her brain.

"Emma what are you thinking?" Mary Margaret worried.

"Henry wasn't the first one to tell me about the curse." Emma didn't know why she was telling Mary Margaret about what she had been told growing up, she had never shared it with anyone but she did feel like she could trust her. "For as long as I remember August has been telling me about the same curse."

"August believes in the curse?" Mary Margaret didn't know what to believe, she was an adult she wasn't supposed to even consider this.

"He's not crazy." Emma didn't want her to think any less of August.

"I believe you, I know August isn't crazy." The woman reached for Emma's hand, holding it reassuringly. "What exactly did August and Henry tell you?"

"That my parents put me in a magical wardrobe and sent me to this world to safe them." Emma sighed, it sounded sweet but it couldn't be real, right?

"You're part of the curse too?" Emma cursed mentally; she had forgotten that she had lied to Mary Margaret.

"Oh… yeah." Emma pulled her hand away, tying her hair up as an excuse.

"Who are you meant to be? Cinderella, Sleeping Beauty, Belle?" She asked naming a few Disney Princesses, trying to lighten the mood.

"Actually I'm apparently not that traditional. According to August and Henry I'm the saviour, daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming." Mary Margaret's eyes widened.

"Snow White has a kid?" She said, smiling lightly. "You'd think I'd remember that." She tried to joke but something inside her was taking this conversation to serious for her own liking.

"You'd think!" Emma rubbed her temples feeling a headache begin to develop.

"Did you ever believe?" Mary Margaret asked after a moment's silence.

"Yes. Which kid doesn't want to believe that she's some sort of Princess with loving parents out there somewhere? I was desperate to believe." Emma had never spoken about this with anyone, not even August.

"What about now?" The other woman whispered.

"Now…" Emma shook her head, sighing. "Of course not, how can I? How can he expect me to believe in a magical curse?!" Emma felt like screaming. She had spent the last ten years convincing herself that August was deluded but she knew he wasn't. She had known him her entire life, he wasn't crazy. "It's impossible Mary Margaret."

"I know." She sighed sadly; life would probably make more sense if they were all under a curse. Maybe that would explain everything she was feeling for an unconscious coma patient.

"I'm going to go for a walk." Emma left Mary Margaret to her own thoughts of magical kingdoms and evil curses.

Emma had been wondering the town for the last few hours, it had gotten dark and the temperature had dropped significantly. She had picked up a hot coco from Granny's and was sipping it as she walked along the outside of town.

She looked around, surprised to where she had wondered towards. She was standing in front of Henry's castle, subconsciously having come to their place. Well that's how she had begun to think of it.

"Em?" She turned from the castle and found August standing a few feet away. She must really be distracted; she hadn't even heard him approach her.

"Mary Margaret said you left hours ago, I've looked all over town. I couldn't reach you; you're phones switched off." August sounded worried, like he was unsure whether she was stable or not.

"I left it at the apartment, I wanted some alone time." She turned back around to face the castle and the open water that lay behind it.

"Yeah well you've had three hours of alone time, now you need to talk to me." Emma knew it was immature but she pretended not to hear him regardless, instead she walked a little further forward and took a seat on the ground, leaning back to use the castle as a backrest.

August didn't hesitate he had followed and sat beside her in a matter of seconds. He was smart enough to leave a few feet of space between them.

"You're mad?" August wasn't sure what she was exactly mad about, neither was Emma but they both knew she was.

"I'm not mad." Emma muttered she really wished he'd leave her alone; she just wanted to not think for a night.

"You're right. You're a little ray of sunshine, like always." August rolled his eyes and the pair sat in silence.

Eventually August shifted along closer to Emma so their shoulders touched.

"Em, I'm sorry. I don't mean to push you." August said softly, he meant it but it didn't change the fact that she had a destiny to fulfil, a town full of people to save.

"Just forget it, I'm fine." Emma was far from fine but she didn't want her friend feeling bad about it and she certainly didn't want to talk about it.

"Emma, what did you and Mary Margaret talk about?" Emma could tell he was hesitant in asking her this but she really wished he hadn't asked.

"Why does it matter?" Emma didn't want to talk about the curse.

"It matters. If we can get her to believe then maybe you can wake her up-" August didn't see the growing anger on Emma's face before she cut him off.

"Can you not just drop it?" Her temper flared, she sat up straighter pulling herself away from him.

"No it's important, you're important." He stressed as he turned his body to face her, they were both still sitting on the ground.

"What if I don't want to be? Huh, what then?" Emma was sick of hearing about how this town needed her.

"Being the saviour isn't a choice Emma. It's your destiny!" August said, his voice rising slightly.

"Says you!" Emma said sharply, standing up and moving away from August. The man rose from the ground and faced the angry blond.

"Emma this isn't some stupid thing I came up with when I was a kid! This is real and the sooner you realise this then the better it will be for everyone! Stop running scared and face it!" August rarely lost his temper but Emma's stubbornness was one thing that could set him off.

"I don't want it. I don't want any of it." Tears glistened in her eyes and he felt guilty for upsetting her but she had to believe. Fulfilling her destiny wasn't going to be easy.

"Maybe not now but you will." They were both shouting now, August was glad that they were on the outskirts of town so no one could hear their heating discussing.

"I won't August! I'll never want it!" Emma screamed, tears beginning to cascade down her cheeks.

"Then why are you staying?" He challenged her.

"For Henry!" Emma sobbed. "I may have signed him over to that woman but he's still my son. I need to know that he's happy!" They both aware that that was the first time she had acknowledged him as her son and not Regina's.

"You can make everyone happy, Em. You're their only hope!" It was August's job to make her believe and he was failing.

"If I'm you're only hope then you're all screwed." Emma turned and stormed away.

"Emma!" She didn't turn or even acknowledge him calling her name. He wondered guiltily if this was what she felt like when he walked out of that hospital room ten years before.

Don't worry they can't stay mad at each other forever!