Hello, dear readers, I am back again with loads of free time and even more creativity I found somewhere. This will be a lovely three-parter, lest I figure out more to write, then it might be bigger, but we'll see. The title, by the way is from an awesome French TVseries.

Fanfiction: Once upon a time
Story: The Returned
Rating: T (But might change to M)
Characters: Mary Margaret Blanchard/Snow White, Regina Mills/The Evil Queen, King Leopold, Emma Swan/Princess Leia
Summary: Little rifts of time are have been causing people from the past to fall through. It isn't until one individual is spotted that the inhabitants of Storybrooke realize this has to be stopped and there's but one person who can mend the holes

"Another one." Emma sighed as she put the phone down. "A royal apparently, quite disheveled but some of the townspeople seem to be familiar with him."

"How many does that make?" Snow asked as she rocked Neal, who had started fussing.

It had started with one person, a slightly older woman, confused about basically everything, but nobody thought anything of it. Just the illness of age, they'd figured. But then, when Emma had started looking for the family of the old woman, another one started screaming. The age difference between the two couldn't have been more than a few years, ten at most, but non the less the woman screamed, claiming the older one to be her mother. Her deceased mother that was. Emma thought that perhaps the two were sisters, they did look awfully alike, but then another woman, younger though, in her thirties, had run up to them and was shocked as well. At this point the sherif swore she was more confused than the women. Emma'd called Regina, figuring if anyone knew anything about it, it must've been her, but to no real surprise, the former mayor wasn't in the best of moods and claimed she knew nothing and goodbye. Gold was next on her list and he was willing to talk. Although he didn't know what was going on, he knew for sure the older woman had died and therefor her existence was a complete mystery. Emma had sighed, because, secretly, she'd hoped Zelena would the last of their troubles for a long time and as usual, she was proven wrong about it.
Finding a place for the woman wasn't hard, the daughter and granddaughter were more than happy to take her in and make up for lost time. Emma thought that, until this happened again, she'd leave the issue alone. However, half a week later a strange young girl was seen, skipping on the playground Regina build, but she was awfully confused about the structure of the castle. Her clothing was odd enough for a mother, who'd heard about the situation with the older woman, to call the sherif and indeed, the girl was from the past as well, Pre-Evil Queen they learned. A picture of the ten year old girl, who called herself Winnifred, was plastered all over the small town and shortly a man in his early fifties came and said the girl looked like his daughter, who'd died from a decease of the lungs at age thirteen, five years before the death of King Leopold. Winnifred recognized him right away and called him grandpa. Emma sat down with her and told her everything she knew about this strange phenomenon that had been happening. The girl was confused and sad to find out her grandpa had died. Along with so many others. Emma suggested to the father to take her on a quick stop by the hospital, to check out her lungs. Whale would later tell her the girl just had weak lungs, that might have to be replaced in a couple of years. Nothing they couldn't fix now, with medication and later perhaps a donor, but back there and then would've caused her death.
Next up was a young man, who had obviously been confused as well, and got hit by a car. The nurses realized he must've been from the past as well because of his clothing and by now most of the town knew what was happening. So they'd called Emma and she'd taken a picture of the unconscious man and walked about town all day to find out who he was. Sadly, she received a phone-call after a long day of knocking on doors, of Whale who told her the man had succumbed from his injuries. Emma then decided it wasn't fair to bother another family with the loss of someone they'd probably morned long ago. In a final moment of consciousness the man had said his name was Ruffius and so they buried him as Ruffius, in silence.
Fourth was a woman, barely clothed, unconscious and severely injured, who was recognized by Belle as Chelsea Turner, a tavern waitress. After Whale had examined her, he told Emma the injuries came from sexual assault. This was the moment Emma realized that the Returned, as they started calling them, came back from the death, both at the moment they were killed or died and years before that moment. Even though only four had returned Emma was starting to see some logic. The woman had died of natural causes, the daughter told, at the age of fifty-five, the same age she looked like now. The girl, Winnifred, had died from lung-decease, had returned three years before her unfortunate ending. Then the young man, who Emma thought looked a lot like Charlie, the drunk, and on requiring turned out to be his son who died in battle. Emma figured he'd died at the same age he was then. And then there was Chelsea Turner, who according to Belle had been raped and got fired, because she didn't show up for work the next day. Chelsea tried to go home, but no longer a maiden, her father didn't accept her and so she went hungry. Hunger forced her to sell her body to the marines and pirates, whomever would pay, but she did that for a month or so before she realized life would only get worse and threw herself off a cliff, into the ocean. Horrific. Emma had left Chelsea at the hospital to recover and went to Granny's to see if she could offer the girl any help. Granny, being soft at heart had grunted and taken the girl in after she got released. It soon turned out she was a very skilled waitress, better even than Ruby, and Granny was happy. Emma was not yet satisfied and arranged a police-sketcher to come, giving Chelsea the chance to describe her attacker so Emma could bring him to justice.
Returned number five was another child, a toddler, who turned out to be killed by Regina. The boy was given to his niece, seeing as Regina had murdered him and his entire family, when they refused to give up Snow White. Upon questioning, Regina felt guilty and offered her home to the boy, but not surprisingly, the boy was terrified of her. Regina swore she would make up and her being rather rich, she gave the niece a large amount of money, so she could properly care for the boy. Two days ago, she took him and Roland for ice-cream and in the young mind of the boy, all was forgiven.

Emma's phone started ringing again. "Six, hold on." She looked at the caller ID. "I swear if this is another one." She answered. "It's Emma. Yeah?" As the person on the other end continued speaking Emma put down the pencil she'd previously been holding and brought the hand she'd been holding it with up to her face and covered her mouth. "Yes, thank you." She looked at Snow. "I will tell her."

"Tell me what?"

Emma took a deep breath, stood up and grabbed her jacket. "The man who came through claims to be a King Leopold."

"My father?" Snow asked, to which Emma nodded. "Let's go then. I need to see him with my own eyes to believe it." They walked outside, to Emma's yellow bug and started driving in silence. Emma noticed Snow's nervousness, it was hard not to notice, she was almost squeezing the life out of baby Neal.

"Snow..." Emma said as she placed her hand on her mother's shoulder, all while never taking her eyes off the road. "Take a breath, okay? And let Neal take one too. It'll be fine."

She took three quick breaths and let go of Neal a bit. "Oh Emma..." She said. "If it's really him..." She bit her lip. "Do you think he'll be proud of me?"

Emma snorted. "How could he not be? He's got a badass daughter who defended an entire realm all whilst being in love."

"We lost the war when Regina cast her curse." Snow reminded her daughter.

"Shit, Regina... Should we call her? He's her former husband, isn't he?"

"She killed him, Emma."

"Still."

Snow shook her head. "No we do not call Regina. Not until father wants to see her."

A few minutes later they arrived at the hospital and Snow rushed through the doors, not even waiting for Emma to lock down the car. When she did she followed her mother and walked to the receptiondesk to find out in which room the man was kept. The receptionist was clearly annoyed she had to give the same answer twice but told Emma to get to the second floor, room 204. She walked to the elevator, got in and checked her phone as it went up.

Mom, love you, could you bring home some icecream?

Sometimes she wished the kid was still at Regina's most of the time. That would surely simplify things. She'd take care of most of the food, healthy and not, homework and tooth-brushing, while Emma could play videogames with him, watch tv and on the rare occasion Regina wasn't home, sneak in with Henry to eat her snacks and leftovers while reading comics. At moments like those she wished she was still a kid herself.
A loud Bing brought her out of her thoughts. She got out of the elevator, found her way to room 204 and saw her mother standing next to the door, leaning in slightly to sneak a peek.

"Mom? What are you doing?"

"He looks like him." Snow offered as an explanation. "He sounds like him too, Emma. It might just be him."

Emma sighed. "Come on, Mary Margaret, it'll be fine. He'll love you, just as I know he did back then. You can do it."

On hearing this, Snow took a deep breath, pressed Neal against her chest and walked in. "Hi." She said.

"Eva?" He asked. "No." He said not a second later. "You cannot be Eva."

"It's Snow, daddy, I'm Snow."

"For a moment there I thought you were..." He smiled sadly. "But look at you, sweetheart, how you've grown. How many winters do you count?"

She smiled too. "Twenty-eight, daddy, in a few months twenty-nine."

"Fourteen winters you were, last time I saw you. You've never looked more beautiful than as you do right now." He said as he looked at the baby in his arms. "And this child, it must be yours."

"He is." She held him up. "Father, this is Neal."

He smiled softly at the child as he held out his arms. "Can I hold him?" She nodded and handed her son over to her father, something she thought she'd never be able to do. "A strong healthy boy. And his father? You are married to him I suppose?"

"Yes father, I'll call him right now!" She exclaimed as she started leaving the room. "Emma, I'll be right back. Do not tell him." One look of hers told Emma exactly what she couldn't tell King Leopold... her Grandpa. Who was giving her a strange look.

"And who are you?"

"Emma Swan."

"Emma Swan. That sounds familiar." He said as he looked back down at the baby. "Emma, could you tell me about my wife? Is she still alive?"

Emma smirked and said "Yeah, she is."

"And my boy?"

Emma gave him a confused look. "Your boy? You have another son?"

So this is it so far. I didn't think of this by myself though, I read another version of it somewhere and I thought it was good but I would've done a lot of things differently. Dear writer, if you're reading this and are thinking "Bitch ripped me off" please PM me so I know who you are and I'll be able give you some credit.
Also, this story will be a three-shot (if that's a word) and I'll try to stay true to the original story as much as possible but some things might be different. (their ages most probably...)
So Read and Review and give me some more ideas please.

Ps: For the readers of my other story who've made some wonderful suggestions, I'm working on two sequels right now that will have two of your suggestions, both very, very, very violent and one a bit funny and kinky:P.