A/N: So this is an idea that's been rolling around inside my mind. I want to start off by thanking my absolutely amazing beta, Whiskets. Next I want to say that I am going to try to update this story as fast as I can, but as it stands right now I have two other multi-chapters going right now, aside from this one, and the holiday's are literally right around the corner. So, enjoy this first chapter, and please review so that I know that you guys like this, and want me to

A groan, followed by a pained hiss elicited itself from Emma's lips. What—in-the-hell was going on? It was the only thought she could come up with. Even with her eyes screwed close, Emma knew that she was not in a familiar place. In fact, without even a single glance, Emma knew that she was no longer near Henry or her parents. It was weird to admit, but they were a constant presence—and that presence was now gone.

Why couldn't she remember what had happened? The last thing she could recall was finding her parents—the thought left a hollow ache in her chest—and saving Regina's ass. Probably something that would become normal in the coming months. So why was her head killing her and—was that a breeze she felt?

Mustering up the courage, Emma cracked an eyelid open. The tiny view did nothing to help her figure out her surroundings. All she could see were greens and browns whipping past her. Of course, that didn't help her identify where in the hell she was. However, the tree coverage was keeping the sunlight to a safe minimum, so Emma decided it was safe to risk a blinding headache by opening her eyes fully. Well shit, she thought. Still unaware of where she was, all Emma knew was that she was laying on her back being dragged through the woods. Her wrists were bound in front of her, and she had no chance of escaping whatever hell awaited her at their destination.

"I think she's awake."

Voices—not ones that she knew or could place—but voices nonetheless. Drawing her arms back as far as her bindings would allow, Emma propped herself up so she could see what was going on in front of her.

"Excuse me." she called out.

All she could see was long, flowing brown hair, and a dress that Emma knew she wouldn't be caught dead in. Beside her was black hair, tied in a tight bun on top of the head. The wardrobe left a lot to be desired, but from what Emma could gather, it seemed like something right out of a fairytale—oh shit.

"Hello!" Emma yelled out, immediately regretting that decision, when the horse that was pulling her, came to a standing halt.

Emma's body flung itself right off the makeshift raft that she had been laying on. Her side smacked the ground hard. A groan escaped her lips as she made an attempt to stand up.

"Halt!"

Emma rolled her eyes, and turned toward the voice. She recoiled slightly at the sight of a sword being thrust toward her neck. "Hey, wait! I didn't do anything. You abducted me. I should be the one pointing weapons in your faces!"

A bubbly laugh escaped the brown-haired, princess looking one, and Emma glared at her, before turning her attention back to the other woman, her eyes on the drawn sword. Emma's eyebrow raised expectantly.

"You are the one that brought that awful wraith!" The voice commanded attention, and Emma fought the urge to roll her eyes again. She couldn't hide the snicker that broke through her lips.

"Yeah, well—If I knew that the stupid thing would pull me into Jefferson's hat, I would've just let it eat Regina."

Both of the women looked at Emma, confusion lighting their features. "What are you talking about?"

"Oh, God. It's the world's longest story. I really don't have the time to go into all of it right now. Just understand that I'm not from—here," Emma said as she peered around her surroundings before continuing, "wherever here is. Anyway, I need to get home. I have a son—and family-" a slight edge encroached her voice. "I need a portal thingy. Do you have one?"

Laughter escaped one of their mouths, and Emma glowered at both of them. "No." The black-haired one answered, before grabbing hold of Emma's bindings. "Now that you're conscious though, you can walk." she smirked at Emma, before unhooking the sled that Emma had been riding on, and hooking Emma's bindings to the back of the horse. "Have fun," was thrown over her shoulder, before she mounted the horse again.

"Wait! No, come on. I'll be good! I swear it!" Emma cried, as the horse trudged forward, jerking Emma behind it.

He heard the voices long before he actually caught up with them. Sending a thankful smile in the direction of his wolf brother, Graham knelt down as he crept forward. He didn't want anyone to see him before he was ready for it. His eyes locked on the blonde's form for the longest time. His heart—the one thing that had been missing in Storybrooke—beat erratically as he took in her appearance.

She didn't look very different. Her hair had grown, if only a little bit, though it had lost a bit of its usual bounce. He grinned at the fact that her red leather jacket was pulled tightly against her body. He should have known she would have had the same uniform. Leather jacket, jeans, and a tank underneath. It was one of the things he loved most about her.

He listened intently as she spoke, and felt his heart break as she pleaded with them to help her get home. Henry. It was the first thought in his mind, before he realized that she had parents to return home to, as well. All of whom were probably missing her dearly. Not to mention the fact that Emma was completely out of her element here. She didn't know how Fairytale Land worked. He knew he had to help her, and though he knew where their camp was, he wanted to follow them, to ensure where they were taking her—and where they would be holding her.

Mindful of where he was stepping, Graham followed a few paces behind the horse. He had the bow he had fashioned from tree limbs and thick grass slung over his shoulder, along with the few arrows he had remaining. He needed to make more soon, otherwise he and his wolf brother would be going hungry. The fur pelt he had made himself was pulled tightly around his waist. The night air held a bite to it, and if one didn't cover himself correctly then he could become hypothermic quickly.

Noises brought Graham from his internal musings, as he realized just how close to the camp they were. He watched from the fringe of coverage that the forest held.

"Take her to the cave. Do not remove her bindings!" the warrior called.

Graham had seen her around before, and had heard the others at the camp call her Mulan. He wasn't very fond of her blatant disrespect for animals, and he was definitely less than pleased with how she was treating Emma.

"Please! My son needs me!"

Even though Graham couldn't see her face from this distance, he could hear the tears in her voice. It broke his heart. Shattered it into pieces. Looking toward the horizon, he watched as the sun sat a little lower in the sky. A small smile formed on his lips. At nightfall, when everyone was asleep, he would sneak into camp, and he would rescue her. It was the least he could do after she inadvertently returned his heart to him. It was definitely decided. He was going to save her—and help her get home.

Looking back toward his wolf brother, Graham saddled himself up against a tree, before sliding into a sitting position. "At nightfall, wake me, brother."

The wolf snorted, his head shaking back and forth. Graham nodded, as he let his eyes droop close. It was going to be a long night, and he needed some rest before rescuing Emma.

Snow stared at the small top hat, a hat similar to the one she had seen Jefferson wear—when...her thoughts trailed off. She didn't care about that memory. The only thing about the hat that mattered was finding a way to reopen the portal, and find Emma.

Emma. Her daughter. Her twenty-eight year old daughter. Completely capable of taking care of herself, except for the fact that Emma was now stuck in their land, a land that Emma didn't know. Her daughter was out of her element, and alone. Regina had said that their land was gone, destroyed. How could that be, when her daughter just went there? Did that mean—could Emma be—Snow's entire body shook as she stood up.

Glaring at the woman to blame, Snow yelled, "Where is she!?"

Regina cowered, moving backward. Snow had never frightened her before. A little flick of her wrist and the minuscule woman would no longer be a problem. However, that was the past. Even with magic back, Regina found it difficult, impossible, really, to locate the center of her magic and use it.

"I don't know," Regina muttered out finally.

Snow's green eyes were blazing with unbridled anger. "I should have killed you when I had the chance!"

"Snow!" James called from behind her. Snow had forgotten that he was even there, her mind on the woman in front of her and how all of this—every single thing that was wrong with her life—was all Regina's fault.

"As I should have done the same to you, step-daughter." Regina spat at her, her wrist flicking to the right. Regina's eyes burned bright as Snow's body flew through the air, only to be caught by the grabbing wallpaper. A smirk crossed her lips, as she motioned her hands, causing the wallpaper encasing Snow to start to squeeze.

"Grandma!" Henry yelled, before setting his eyes on Regina.

"Mom, stop it!" Henry called.

His voice startled Regina. Her wrist dropped, causing Snow to drop to her knees, wheezing for breath. Henry turned his eyes to Regina. His gaze, as he took in his adoptive mother, was stony.

"Where is Emma?" he finally asked.

"She's gone, sweetheart."

Henry's nose wrinkled. "This—it's your fault isn't it? I don't want to see you. No one wants to see you! You need to leave everyone alone. Bring Emma home. Then maybe I'll want to see you."

Regina felt like Henry had taken a sledgehammer to her heart. If it weren't for the fact that she was surrounded by her enemies, Regina would have fallen to her knees right then.

"Who will take care of you?" she finally forced out.

"We will." Snow said, finality in her voice.

Without anything else to say, Regina stalked from the room. This wasn't over—far from it. Regina be damned if Snow White was going to take care of her son.

Snow watched as Regina retreated from the room. Ruby's eyes tracked the Evil Queen to make sure she wasn't going to sneak back in and attack when they weren't watching. Henry rushed forward, and buried his head into Snow's chest. James pulled Snow against him, and they sat there for a few moments. All three grieved for the fact that Emma was missing—and possibly not coming back.

Emma huddled in one corner of the cave. The chilly night air seemed to seep in through the cracks, and the leather jacket she wore did nothing to keep the chill from her bones. Pulling the jacket in tighter, Emma shivered, her teeth chattering. At this rate, she'd be dead in a couple of days, frozen to death via cave. She couldn't let that happen. Emma needed to find a way to warm up. She thought, quickly trying to figure out a way to keep warm.

Movement. Moving around brings the body's temperature up. Sighing, Emma hefted herself into a standing position, before pacing a small space of the otherwise large cave. She hadn't ventured into the other, darker parts of the cave, in fear of what she might find. Instead, she wore a path in the section that her prison guards had dropped her off in.

Sound caught her attention, as Emma twisted toward the direction that it had originated from. "Who's there?"

"Hello, dear." A voice all too cheery called out.

Emma's nose wrinkled, as she rolled her eyes. She sought out where the voice was coming from. The voice seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere, it's origin of direction changing. "Seriously. Not in the mood."

"My, my. So much like your mother."

Emma's brow furrowed, as the woman stepped out. How did this woman know her mother? Emma barely had time to think, before realizing that this woman knew the fairytale version of her mother. The Snow White version. That begged the question of who in the hell she was. "You know my mother?"

Laughter seeped from the other woman, as a chill, that had nothing to do with the cold, swept through Emma's bones. "But of course! My daughter is your mother's step-mother."

Emma felt a new headache forming as she tried to decipher the riddle that this heinous woman had just dropped. She hadn't even had time to read Henry's book. Emma closed her eyes for a moment, pinching the bridge of her nose to quell the growing headache, as she thought about the story of Snow White. Though, obviously the real story was much different than the fairytales that Emma had grown up with, there had to be an element of truth in them. Suddenly, her eyes popped open as her mouth hung agape.

"You have got to be shitting me." The woman just stared at Emma. "Are you trying to tell me that Regina Mills is my mother's step-mother?"

She nodded her head. "I am indeed-" she smiled brightly before continuing, "how rude of me to not introduce myself. My name is Cora-"

Emma stared at Cora for a moment. "Regina's your daughter." It wasn't a question, and it wasn't what Emma wanted to say, but what she wanted to say could very well get her killed. So, she reluctantly clamped her mouth shut after that, even as her brain started to think through all the things that her mouth so desperately wanted to say.

"Yes. I can see the questions in your eyes, dear. Why don't you just ask them?"

Emma just stared at her with her mouth hanging open. Did she really just ask her that? How about because you're an evil bitch—or at least she would have to be for her daughter to turn out to be the evil skank witch from hell, right? Instead of answering her, Emma just stood there, silently staring the other woman down, her arms crossed over her chest, with one leg stretched outward. It was her typical, I don't believe in your bullshit, stance.

Cora simply groaned, throwing her hands up in frustration, before turning her back on Emma. Smiling brightly, Emma knew this was her chance. Peering around the darkened cave, Emma grabbed the first thing she found, a loose piece of rock, and smacked Cora in the head with it. Her body crumpled to the floor of the cavern, and Emma finally felt at peace, for at least a little while.

Emma walked over toward an overgrown rock formation, and sat down on it. Twisting her head to the left and right, she sighed in relief when the audible crack filled the air, releasing some of the tension in her back and shoulders. A shuffling noise to her right caused Emma to jump to her feet. She looked around for the piece of rock she had used to take down Cora, but couldn't find it.

Groaning, Emma held her fists up, praying that whoever was about to come out of the dark corner didn't have any weapons. "Who's there?" Feeling the all too familiar deja vu.

The mystery person didn't answer, but simply held up his or her hands in surrender as they stepped from the darkness. A gasp caught in Emma's throat, as she dropped her hands to her sides. She must have hit her head a lot harder than she thought, that or her trip through the portal was making her see dead people, because there was no sane reason why Emma was seeing Graham in front of her.

"What—How?" Emma managed to sputter out.

A smile cracked on his lips as he walked forward. "I will answer all of your questions, Emma, but first we have to get out of here. It's not safe-" he paused as he glanced toward Cora's unconscious form before continuing, "and we need to get you home."

He reached out his hand toward her, and chuckled as she stared at it with the deer caught in the headlights expression on her face. Swallowing thickly, Emma nodded her head, before clutching his hand in her own. She half expected her hand to go through his, and when it didn't, the warmth that radiated from it seemed to warm her entire body.

"Let's go home, Emma." Graham smiled at her, before leading her back toward the way he had entered.

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