Author's Note: Hey everybody! So this is a new story idea of mine and I'm testing it out, so ENJOY!
I do not own Once Upon A Time.
One-The Beginning
"Time to go." Charming smiled slightly as he helped his very pregnant wife into the enchanted wardrobe.
"Charming I don't want to do this anymore." She said, grabbing his hand, trying to back out of the wardrobe and the plan.
"Snow, there's no time." He tried to calm her down, knowing there were men searching the castle for them as they spoke.
"I can't do this." She tried again, letting a few tears fall down her face.
"Snow," Charming held her face between his hands. "It will be okay, we will always find each other, no matter what." He finished with a kiss.
"I love you." She said, accepting her fate. "We will find you. I promise." Holding her hand on her stomach as she told him as much as herself. Holding back the tears, she could hear Regina's army ransacking her home.
"I know you will. Be safe." He said before kissing his wife again for the last time. "I love you, both of you."
As he began to close the wardrobe soldiers burst through the door to the nursery.
"Charming!" She screamed as she watched through the not yet closed doors.
"Snow! GO!" She heard him yell as he swung the sword every which way. "GO NOW!" He yelled again.
"I love you." She whispered again, crying as she pulled the doors shut on her family, friends, her kingdom, her home for a very long time.
OUATOUATOUATOUATOUATOUATOUAT OUAT
"Umph!" She let out as she landed on the ground. "That was more of a slide than a portal." She remarked, quickly looking down at her hands which were still clutching her swollen belly as she was taking survey of the rest of her body before looking around.
Snow looked at the world she was now in. It didn't look much different from the enchanted forest. There were still a lot of trees. As she panned around she did notice one thing familiar about this world.
"Pinocchio?" She asked, looking at what she thought were his eyes and messy hair peeking out from behind a tree. "Is that you?" She asked again, hiding her fear of the wardrobe not working like they had intended.
He just stared at her from behind the large tree.
"Come on out, it's okay." She said calmly, looking at the boy before slowly standing. "Are you okay?" She asked, worried that maybe she hadn't been transported from her home in the Enchanted Forest after all.
" ?" The little boy voiced as he peeked his head out a little more.
"Yes honey," She answered, slowly walking towards the boy. As she got closer she noticed the tears in his eyes. "Are you hurt Pinocchio? Where's your father?" She asked, looking around as she placed her hand on his shoulders.
"Father and I did something bad." He said, beginning to cry. Snow looked down at the little boy as she thought.
"There was more than enough magic in the wardrobe for one person wasn't there?" She asked him, leaning down as far as she could.
"Yes." The little boy said through the tears. "Father told me to. I'm sorry." The little boy cried.
Snow thought for a moment, trying to hide her anger about the situation. She looked at the little boy with tears rolling down his face. She knew she couldn't be mad. She knew Pinocchio's father was just protecting his son, like she was her daughter.
"It's okay." She said in a soothing voice. "Come here, it's okay Pinocchio." She pulled him into a hug.
The two stood silently for a second before he spoke again.
"What are we wearing?" Pinocchio asked, causing Snow to look down at her own attire.
"I'm not exactly sure." She answered, noting the red fitted pants, white three quarter sleeve maternity shirt, gray cardigan, and cream colored flats she had on. She then noticed Pinocchio in a pair of tan colored shorts and a light colored shirt. "But this is not what we left in, is it?" She joked a little.
"What do we do?" He asked her.
"We…well we…" Snow began, trying to think of what they were going to do. "We wait for this little one," she gestured to her stomach, "To grow up and save everybody, and in the mean time we figure out where we are. How does that sound?" She asked Pinocchio, holding her hand out for him to grab.
OUATOUATOUATOUATOUATOUATOUAT OUAT
"Mary Margaret? August?" A kind looking woman yelled as she got out of her car that had pulled over maybe fifty yards ahead and ran towards the woman and child. The two had found a quiet road not far from where they landed and were walking along it. "What are you two doing? Where have you all been?" She yelled.
The woman reminded Snow of Granny or maybe even Johanna a bit. She was older and plump, her hair was piled on the top of her head, and her face was kind.
"I'm sorry?" Snow looked at the woman as she tightened her grasp on Pinocchio's hand.
"Jeffry and I have been looking everywhere for you two." The older woman said as she hugged the two. "I was beginning to worry about you and your children." She said to Snow as she pulled away.
"I'm…I'm sorry?" Snow asked, trying to be as polite as possible.
"Oh honey, did you hit your head?" The woman asked Snow as she looked for an injury. "It's me, Sarah Hendrix from next door." She introduced herself. "Are you two okay?" Mrs. Hendrix asked.
Snow looked at her for a moment, knowing the woman was sincere. She decided it was best to go with the story.
"I know who you are, I missed what you said." Snow recovered quickly. "We're okay." Snow answered. "We just…lost our way." She said, smiling at the quick explanation she made up.
"Oh you poor dears," Mrs. Hendrix hugged them again. "Well come on, let's get you home." She smiled, pulling Snow and August towards the car. "Dinner was just about ready when we noticed you were gone, it won't take long to finish."
August clung to Snow as they reached the grey sedan. "Is this safe?" He whispered.
Snow smiled before kneeling down as much as possible. "We are going to be okay. I don't know why, but I know that I should trust her." She reassured the little boy. "I have faith."
The two climbed into the car and went home with Mrs. Hendrix.
While they were eating Snow started to pick up on a few things. Somehow, she started to believe that the curse had affected her and Pinocchio, if only just a little. Mr. and Mrs. Hendrix talked about Mary Margaret teaching at a local elementary school, which she was sure August went to. She knew she should trust these people for some reason.
By the end of the meal she had learned enough about her and her "son" that she began to understand more about this realm.
"Good night, thank you for dinner." Snow said to her neighbors.
"No problem darling." Mr. Hendrix said to her.
"Please warn us before you go on that long of a walk again." Mrs. Hendrix smiled. "We'll see you tomorrow I'm sure." She added after.
"I'm sure." Snow smiled, leading Pinocchio to the house she learned was theirs from the dinner. "Okay, she looked down at Pinocchio as they reached the stoop of the townhome next door. "I don't know what to expect, but whatever it is, we are in this together okay?" She offered as she reached for the door.
"Okay." Pinocchio answered as the door opened and they were greeted with a home.
It was a home. A home full of pictures of the two of them, with toys scattered around, and furniture and decorations that Snow knew she would have chosen. It was a home that looked cozy and safe to the two refugees of sorts.
OUATOUATOUATOUATOUATOUATOUAT OUAT
"Congratulations! It's a girl!" Snow smiled through her heavy breathing at the news she already knew.
"Where are they taking her?" She asked Mrs. Hendrix, who she had allowed in the delivery room with her.
"They are just checking to make sure everything is okay." Mrs. Hendrix smiled.
Snow worried while her baby was away from her, the two minutes the doctors were checking over her seemed like a lifetime.
"A healthy, beautiful, baby girl." The doctor said as she brought the baby to her mother's waiting arms.
The warmth that Snow felt in her arms was calming. Her daughter's face seemed to be the only thing she could focus on at that moment.
"What are you going to name her?" The Mrs. Hendrix asked, admiring the little baby girl.
"Emma, Emma Ruth." Snow answered. "Her father loved that name." She said quietly, reminiscing about her husband.
"It fits her." The doctor told the woman, smiling.
"Should I go get the boys from the waiting room?" Mrs. Hendrix asked Snow.
"Yes, please." Snow answered, continuing to look at her newborn daughter. After a moment Snow heard the door open and looked up to see the nurse leading Pinocchio and Mr. Hendrix into the room.
"August, this is your new baby sister, Emma." Mrs. Hendrix said as the little boy walked towards Snow.
Please review and let me know if I should continue :)
~Elle