A/N: Hey guys! So, I've written three chapters of this new story that I have, and I hope you all like it. The first three chapters are just Broken. I haven't gotten through the point of making my own story, I'm just writing the details behind Broken. I'll give you the second chapter of this story once I know at least a couple of people like it. :) Anyways, here you go! Hope you enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT!

As I kiss my dead sons forehead and tell him I love him of the first time, I would never expect a flash of light or a wave of knowledge, memories, and love to flow from our simple mother-son touch. Nor did I expect my kid, yes, my kid, to inhale a breath of fresh air.

So when all of that happens, you can't even imagine my relief. But my overwhelming sense of love doesn't come until after he tells me he loves me, too. My emotions are beginning to show through all of the walls that I have built up before I came to this cursed town… literally. I can't help the few tears that spilled from my eyes as I look at my alive son. My head is spinning. How can it not be? My dead son is no longer dead, but alive and breathing, and it's all because I kissed him on the forehead. How bizarre, right?

"You saved me." His words echo in my mind, and I can't stop the tears anymore. I laugh a little, barely registering his words. He was alive.

"You did it." Regina looks shocked and, though she would never admit it, somewhat amazed.

I look around briefly to see the nun standing behind me staring at me, as well as Dr. Whale. They're looking at me like they have just had a revelation.

"Henry. What's going on?" I can hear the weariness in my own voice.

"The curse. I think you broke it." He sounds so amazed; it was hard to do anything but accept it as a compliment.

"That was true loves kiss." The nun approaches Henry and I with an admirable look on her face. Why am I getting all these looks of recognition and 'oh you're so cool' all of a sudden? Sure, I broke a curse, but that doesn't mean people are going to all of a sudden remember me like they've known who I am their whole life.

"No. NO." Regina's voice is forceful, and she can't hide the resentment in it. Her tears are still evident, as mine are too, I'm sure.

"If I were you, Your Majesty, I'd find a place to hide." The nun suggested.

"Henry," Regina walks toward the bed, tears in her eyes, "no matter what you think, no matter what anyone tells you, I do love you." I can tell that she is lying. She believes that she loves him, but she isn't capable of love. Something dark happened in her past that caused her to never love again. I almost feel sympathetic until I remember that she almost took my son away from me… permanently.

She backs away from the bed, and swiftly runs out the door. Good choice on her part I can't help but think. I look back down at my son, and he looks at me and smiles. I can't help but smile back at him. Soon, we're back to catching up on what he missed. Well, I catch him up, but I soon find myself stumbling upon the same question.

"Henry, what's going on here? If the curse is broken, why didn't they go back?" This question has been bothering me for quite a while.

"I… I don't know." He answers honestly. A nurse behind me drops her tray of doctor… stuff, and I quickly spin around. I'm startled by the sudden noise in such a quiet place. I can see in her eyes that something has startled her.

"You okay?" I ask, heart still drumming in my chest. The nurse is staring right out the window, and I can't help but be drawn to whatever it is she's looking at. As I turn my eyes to the window, I'm not really sure what I'm seeing. A cloud of purple is coming around a corner of the forest. Henry is suddenly beside me, looking out the same window.

"What's that?" I ask, clearly scared of the answer.

"Something bad." I don't have to look at him to know he doesn't know the answer; that he knows just as much as I do. It's definitely something that isn't good.

The purple cloud that's barreling toward the town is unexpected, and there's no time to ask questions. I wrap my arms around Henry as the gust comes toward us. Though it's moving fast, it doesn't break any windows or doors as it slams into the room. Wind rushes my hair back as the cloud tumbles into me. I feel an electrifying shock go through my body and the tips of my fingers tingle. I feel a renewed strength that I can't explain even if I tried coursing through my veins.

If I'm being honest, I don't want anyone to explain it. My walls that are built around my heart are obviously cracking, threatening to fall. But I won't let them. I won't be able to handle much more information on this curse that actually ended up being real. It took my kids' life; that's about all the information I can handle in one day.

I let go of my son just long enough to kneel down to his eye level and grab onto his shoulders.

"Hey, kid. You okay?" He looks a little panicked and that was unsettling considering, you know, he's about the only one who actually knows anything about this curse through that little magic book that Mary Margaret gave him.

"Yeah. I'm fine. We gotta figure out what that was, though." He's always been the kid under control.

I ruffle his hair and stand up, hoping he'll miss the reluctant look in my eyes. I'm not sure I'm ready to go out and face my parents. I've accepted that my parents are the same age as me just like I've accepted that everything in Henry's book is real. It doesn't change the fact that I've been alone my whole life, and now I have a family. It's all very sudden and I'm not prepared at all to go to them. I don't know what to say, let alone what to do.

Henry's eyes light up, and he spins around, throwing a casual, 'How could I forget the most important part!' over his shoulder. I know from the look in his eyes he's realized that I'm about to meet my parents for the first time, too. I race after him, hoping I can catch up to him and tell him that I'm not quite ready.

"Damn, my kid was dead thirty minutes ago, and he's faster than I am." I can't help muttering. I don't want to think about Henry being dead, but I can't seem keep the sarcastic comment to myself.

I push past the hospital doors, in search of Henry. He's waiting right next to the door, waiting for me. I look over and immediately notice the group of four hugging and reuniting. I immediately want to yell 'Mary Margaret!' and rush over to her. But then it hit me. She isn't Mary Margaret. She isn't my friend. She's a stranger.

I put an extra slap of cement around the walls guarding my heart and walk over slowly, stalling along the way. The only thing that reflects these people's faces is pure joy. I'm sure mine's cautious and weary, but I know that I need to be open to hearing what explanations my parents have concocted for leaving me on the side of a road.

Mary Margaret's no longer here, and I feel remorse for my friend. Mary was one of the few people that had gotten around the walls that were so carefully guarded. She has proved herself, and I knew that I could trust her. But now, she isn't Mary. She's Snow White. She's my mother. No. Because my mom left me. Abandoned me. I hate my mom with every fiber of my being. Don't I? Yes. Yes I do. I find I have to reassure myself of that more with each passing day.

I've had time to readjust to this new world. I know that everything in Henry's book is true. I knew it the second I picked it up in the hospital when he'd first been admitted. I knew it when I heard Regina's voice for the first time after all the memories bombarded my head. The questions that keep running through my mind are why, Mary Margaret, of all people, wanted to leave me. Maybe she didn't want to, but it still happened, and I was still alone my whole life. My parents lost their memories, and, now that they've remembered, surely they'd want to be together as a family. But, the thing is, all I've known is how to be alone. I don't belong in a family… I never have.

Walking down the street slowly, another memory flashes through my mind and I remember August. Pinocchio. The seven-year-old boy that my parents put in the magic tree with me. I'm not mad, or even disappointed, that he left me. He was only seven, he really didn't know any better, but the fact that my parents chose a kid to go with me to a foreign land over my mom or dad stings a bit.

Again, I feel my walls falling, but I can't let them. Maybe I can I thought. I can open up enough to let them know that they hurt me, but that I can forgive them… but that it will take time. Because, as much anger I'm feeling, I realize that they still love me. I shook my head. My heart screams at me to love them and accept their love, but my head told me that everyone I though loved me, people who were supposed to love me, leave me. My mind and heart are in a confusing battle.

"Go to you're mother and let her love you! Open up for once, and let someone you know will never leave, love you."

"No, you idiot! She left you for dead! She doesn't love you. She couldn't…"

"Yes, she can, and she does! She loves you." My confusing argument comes to a sudden halt when I start listening to what the huddle of eleven people are talking about.

"So, what do we do now?" Ruby asks sounding a little startled.

"Now… Now I find my daughter." Mary Margaret's voice was no different than before, but I can hear a new sense of something that I can't quite grasp in it, something that wasn't there before.

"So it's true." It isn't a question. In fact, the words are out of my mouth before I can rearrange my thoughts. I already know that it's true, but I just need to see my friend. I want to see if she's still there, even if she has more… fairytale-like characteristics.

My brain and heart stop when I see my friend turns around. Tears are in Mary Margaret's eyes, and she's looking at me with disbelief. She has a look of utter awe, and complete shock on her face.

I clench my jaw and scan over the people in the group nervously while shifting back and fourth on the balls of my feet. I'm trying to keep my guard up, and I feel like I'm doing a fairly good job.

She takes a hold of my cheeks in her hands like I'm a delicate flower. I feel invaded, but I quickly find that I can't pull away. My body seems to have shut down, and nothing is registering with me. My eyebrows are knitted with confusion as tears spring to my eyes. I refuse to look at her eyes that are a mirror image of mine. No. No crying. Not over people whom I know so little about.

She takes me by surprise by bringing me into a hug, but I don't hug her back. I can't move.

"You found us." She chokes out. My mom that I've been looking for all my life is standing here, hugging me, and telling me that I found her.

My dad tenderly comes from behind Mary Margaret and places his hand on the back of my head and hugs all of us. We're hugging like a family would. Too much. I'm becoming overwhelmed quickly. Thank God Henry started to speak up.

"Grandpa?" A teary-eyed David looks at Henry while Mary Margaret starts to laugh. It's an "I just found my daughter and I think I'm being delusional" kind of laugh, but a laugh nonetheless. I can't help but let a small, disbelieving smile crack at my kid. David's as old as me and he's a 'grandpa'… that's promising.

As everyone pulls away from the hug, even though I'd been overwhelmed, it feels like such a good dream that I miss it instantly. I missed all the family moments throughout my life, and I've finally had my first moment. I can't help the joy in my stomach as I think about all of this.

"Yeah, kid. I suppose so." David said. David being my dad isn't as hard to accept as Mary Margaret being my mom. Mary Margaret's as close to family as I've ever had, not to mention she's my best friend, and loosing my best friend in place of my mother is something that's a hard switch. Unbelievable, really. David's just the guy that used my best friend. I knew I was supposed to hate him for it. But now, he's one of my parents. Weird that one-day you know you're supposed to hate someone because they've hurt one of your friends and the next you're supposed to love them because he ends up being your father.

"She did it. She saved you." Henry tells my parents.

"She saved all of us." I look at Mary Margaret and saw only love, awe, and… is that… pride? She's proud of me. I can tell.

"I… well… uh…" Nobody's ever really been proud of me. What do you say to something like that?

"Uh… then why are we still here?" Leroy asks… the smartass. I assumed Leroy was Grumpy because of his 'down in the dumps' attitude… not to mention he's the town drunk. It just adds up when you're sure the curse is true. Henry did a good job.

"That, my friend, is an excellent question." David spoke up. Why are they still here? I have to take a step back from Mary Margaret's grip on my arms. She's been touching me one-way-or-another since she first saw me as her daughter. I guess it feels like a dream to her, too, only mine's more of a nightmare with some good things involved. I'm not sure if this is a good thing, yet.

One of the dwarfs sneezes before he asks "And what was that smoke?"

"Who did this?" Another one asks.

"And what was that smoke?" They seem to like this question.

"And why?" They're very curious, although I know we all are.

"And what was that smoke?" This question needs to be answered before my mind out-circuits.

"Magic. It's here; I can feel it." The same nun that was at the hospital says, walking over. Mary Margaret seems to know who the woman is because they look at each other fondly before Henry walks in between David and Mary.

"Magic? In Storybrooke? You're the Blue Fairy! Do something magical." There's you're answer, the Blue Fairy.

"It's not quite that simple, Henry. No wand, no fairy-dust. Matters are complicated now." She sounds a little put off, but I'm not sure if it's the 'magic's here' or 'I don't have magic' that's unsettling to her.

"Let's go to the person responsible for bringing it. The Queen." Leroy muttered darkly. He gets all sorts of mumbles of agreement from the other six dwarfs. As soon as the Blue Fairy said that magic was back, I knew something was up. I remember the conversation with Mr. Gold back at his shop when he gave me my father's sword. I was to get a potion, which I did, and then he stole it. The potion was true love and it was the most powerful spell ever created.

"No. Wait." I say hearing the reluctance in my voice makes me sound weak. I make sure my voice is stronger, but I look to the one person that I know will believe me. Mary Margaret. "It wasn't Regina." I don't have to say anything else; they all know what I'm thinking. Gold.

A/N: So… how'd you guys feel about it? I'd love all of you're opinions, good and bad. I've tired to write it realistically, because I know a lot of stories out there are like "Oh my God! I just found my mom and dad and I love them so much!" I have nothing against those stories, but I can tell you from experience that it's so much more than that. (I'm adopted… closed adoption, so I have the gist of how Emma feels.) I wouldn't know how to handle myself in this situation… I'm pretty sure nobody would haha, but I tried my best. Thanks everyone! Love you! R&R!

~ladywolf101