A/N: So this isn't exactly my best work, and it's possible it sucks and yeah it was supposed to be a one shot, but anyway here is chapter 2. Will there be a chapter 3? I haven't the vaguest idea. The finale disappointed me so much. It had all sorts of potential, but I think the lack of Emma/Mary Margaret was just unforgiveable and this is me fixing that, and I wasn't expecting this chapter. And forgive me, because as much as Emma/Mary Margaret are my 'ship. MM isn't in this.
Btw: they aren't mine
Emma paces in front of the Library. Funny, she'd never questioned the building before. Why did this large building stand shuttered in the center of town? Emma actually liked libraries as a kid, when she could get to one. She'd been a strong reader early on, but it wasn't just the books she liked. Libraries offered Foster Parents favorite things. Free stuff. Computers, games, storytimes, a place to dump your kid and pretend you were nurturing them, when in fact you just couldn't be bothered. And that suited Emma just find, because libraries offered Foster Kids favorite things, too, peace. They weren't always quiet, but if you kept your head down, no one bothered you. Henry would love a place like that and Regina really should too, if only for appearances. So why was it nothing more than an eye sore?
She shakes the thought from her head. Her son was dying, her world inside out, upside down, and cobblywhampus besides. And, and she had a sword. WTF?
"Emma?" God no, no, no, no! Please let it be a hallucination. "Hey, glad I caught you."
She turns to the voice, not daring to raise her eyes. He doesn't seem to notice she's off, which is really good because, this needs to be over soon.
"Hey, um, this isn't really a good time."
"Yeah, I know, I heard about Henry. I'm so sorry hon. He'll be okay though, you have to believe that."
He needs to leave, she needs him gone, now he tells her to believe, now she's his 'hon'? She spins away, hoping he'll take the hint, but while in the storybook he is Charming, in Storybrooke he's simply a dolt. She moves too fast and stumbles on her forgotten baggage, the literal kind.
"Is that a sword?" He asks, clearly perplexed.
"What this?" She shrugs unconvincingly, whilst trying to push it further behind her.
"Emma, are you okay?" He asks, unnerving her further.
She never thought she'd be so relieved to hear the rapid tapping of Mayor Mills' Stilettos. "David?"
"Hi Regina, um, look I just wanted to say…" He peters off, he'd felt compelled to say goodbye to Emma, to offer her his support, though he didn't have a good reason to. It wasn't as if they were friends. Actually, he was fairly certain Emma hated him for his craptastic treatment of Mary Margaret. He admired her for it really, glad that Mary Margaret had someone to look out for her, when he clearly wasn't up to the task. Maybe it was just the anguish on Mary's face as she listened Emma's voicemail earlier that made him want to comfort her now. Maybe it was the way she looked so small and alone like a lost child that made him need to protect her. Of course she didn't need protecting, or moreso didn't want it and who was he? Just her bestfriend's slimeball ex...sort of.
"I'm afraid Sheriff Swan and I have some rather pressing business to attend to. If you'll excuse us please." Emma's grudgingly impressed with Regina's false cool.
"Pressing business? At the Library? When your kid…" he's positively incredulous.
"Don't, don't go there." Emma interrupts, suddenly irrationally angry at this man. "Obviously this is important or we wouldn't be here." She grinds out.
He looks…well wounded. "Of course, I'm sorry."
Regina removes the padlock, gesturing for Emma to enter. She does without so much as a backward glance. The Mayor gives him a dismissive nod, follows her in and closes the doors on him.
He stands there briefly. Finally giving up on hope that Emma will return, maybe to ask for his assistance. "I just wanted to say goodbye."