Just a little reprieve! I was re-watching the third episode of the first season when Charming and Snow meet and I thought it would be a great story have Emma see in memory, so I came back to tack on here at the end! Hope you enjoy.

From the room in the back of his shop, Gold heard the front door slam open, wincing as it banged against the display window. The bell rang loudly.

"Gold?"

"Emma, I don't think this is such a good idea..."

"Fair is fair," he heard Emma say as a number of footsteps became audible on the wooden floors, the door closing behind them. "You guys got to see one of my memories. I get to see one of yours."

"She's right, Snow," came Charming's voice. Great, Gold thought to himself. The whole gang's here. Sometime it felt like there wasn't anything more exhausting than the three Charmings. "It's only fair."

"And you guys will at least get the chance to commentate on it," Emma added. "An added perk I was denied. Gold!"

Gold stepped out from the back room, wearing a wily, patient grin.

"Ah, my very favorite royal family," he sneered. Snow narrowed her eyes at him and Charming clenched. "I see we've all forgiven each other for our prying curiosity. What can I do for you?"

"You showed them one of my memories without my permission," Emma growled. "I've no idea how you got it, or what other memories of mine you have, but that's not why I'm here."

"No, you're here to see one of their memories," Gold offered. The trio blinked at him and his insight. "So justice may reign once more. An eye for an eye, am I right, Ms. Swan? Tit for tat."

"Let's just get this over with," Snow said, rolling her eyes.

"So, which will it be?" Gold continued, limping around from behind the display case. "What memory would you like to see, Ms. Swan?"

"I want to know how you guys met."

From the way her parents caught each other's eye uncertainly, she knew she had chosen correctly.

"Something gives me a feeling," she went on, "that it wasn't when you heard her singing beside a wishing well like in the movie version, because I've heard her sing and it's nothing to write home about."

"Hey!" Snow protested, although a small chuckle escaped Charming's lips. She gave him a gentle nudge with her elbow in the ribs.

"So I want to know," Emma finished, relishing ever-so slightly the look of apprehension on her parents' faces. She had forgiven them, but still felt a twinge of justice to know that their past would be experienced with the same scrutiny as they had experienced her own.

"Excellent choice, Ms. Swan," Gold grinned tauntingly. "Alright then, let's all buckle our seat belts, because this could be a bumpy ride."

It was nothing of the sort. Gold merely waved his hand and suddenly the three of them were in a different world, in a different time. Emma found herself seated on the plush seat of a real, old-fashioned coach, and felt the carriage jostling along on the rough road. Across from her sat another version of her father, decked in a decadent leather jacket and a frilly jacket.

"What are you wearing?" Emma scoffed, but before David could defend his former self, Emma was distracted by a voice from beside her.

"This is taking forever. I told you the Troll Road would have been quicker." The carriage went over a particularly notable bump and the princess cringed. "And far less bumpy."

"Kathryn?!" Emma exclaimed. She almost hadn't recognized her, all dolled up in a blue feathered gown with a pompous and unpleasant look on her face.

"Her name was Abigail in our land," Charming said, smiling at Emma's disbelief. "Princess Abigail."

Emma gave him a sharp look.

"Princess?"

"She was king Midas' daughter," Snow interjected. Emma caught her eye as she sat on the seat across from her, next to her husband. Who sat next to himself. She blinked with the bizarreness of it old.

"King Midas?" she reiterated. "The king who could…"

"Turn anything he touched into gold," Charming finished for her with a solemn nod. "Turns out it is just as much a curse as it is a blessing."

"She seems so… different," Emma breathed finally, looking Kathryn – or, Abigail – and down again as the carriage jostled to a halt and she rolled her eyes with thinning patience. "Than she was in our land I mean. Than Kathryn."

As Prince James descended the carriage to attend to whatever had caused them to stop, his doppleganger beside him commentated, "well, she was just as unhappy to find herself engaged to me and I was to be promised to her."

"You were engaged? But then, how...?"

"You'll see," Snow said with a knowing smile, following her husband, who was following himself, out of the carriage. As Emma trailed along, she noticed, with her former thieving eyes, the valuable pouch that the Charming of the past had left on his seat.

"Um, you know these jewels here are just asking to be stolen, right?" she called out as she tripped her way from the carriage behind her parents. Charming rolled his eyes, grinning from ear to ear as he swung his arm around his daughter's shoulder.

"Oh Emma," he said. "You are so like your mother."

The Charming of the past was already gallantly inspecting the fallen tree that had caused the party to stop. With a thud, a hooded figure had dropped from the forest canopy onto the roof of the carriage. It lithely swung to ground level and snatched the pouch, bounding quickly towards one of the horses.

"Help me! Thief!" Kathryn - or Princess Abigail - was screaming, but the hooded figured had already mounted and was riding off down the lane. In a single leap Charming had leapt onto his own horse and spurred him to a gallop in pursuit.

Emma raised her eyebrows, impressed.

"Wow, look at you go," she said. "But what does this have to do with you meeting Mary Margaret?"

"You'll see," Charming smirked.

"How do we keep up?" Snow asked, but at just that moment they found themselves flying through a blur of color and Emma and her parents rematerialized farther down the forest path. The two horses, and their riders, whom had just left them behind in their dust, were now once again barreling towards them. The Prince was gaining on the hooded figure he pursued, and just as the party grew level with Emma and her parents, the Charming of the past felled the thief from the horse roughly to the ground.

"Show your face, coward." Charming snarled as he wrestled with the criminal. "You're..." He ripped the hood back, revealing the pale and determined face of a much younger Mary Margaret.

Emma gasped.

"... a girl?"