A/N: Just a wee bit. Post Emma’s memory restoration :)) Happy Once Eve! Also, I keep forgetting to say this, but THANK YOU all so much for reading my fics and liking and reblogging and flailing in your comments and in my askbox. I’ve seen every single one of your tags and read all the reviews and have treasured them deeply <33 I love you guys! Xx
“What do you mean we’re going out of town?”
She’s frantic, head reeling with the weight of her newly restored memories, and hurriedly shoves things into her duffle bag. “Exactly that, we’re going out of town.”
She really needs him not to ask questions right now, because while her memories have been restored, his very much have not and how the hell do you tell your son that he’s related to Fairytale characters without sounding like a complete crazy person.
“What about school? I have a test tomorrow.”
She gives him a look, brow raised in amusement. “Now you want to dig your heels in about not going to school?”
“Why are you being so secretive?” He asks bluntly.
She swallows thickly then sighs as their eyes meet. She’s never lied to him before — at least not in the life where Regina gave them fake memories.
“Mom, what’s going on?”
Emma presses her lips together at the concern in his voice, then crouches in front of him while he sits on the edge of her bed and reaches for both of his hands. “Henry, kid…listen to me. I can’t…explain everything to you yet, okay? There’s just…something we need to go take care of. It’s really, really important.”
Her heart’s been heavy since she’d taken that potion, her emotions wreaking havoc on her ability to function like a normal human being and she’s trying so desperately not to have a breakdown.
“I need you to trust me. I just need you to pack a bag and meet me in the living room in ten minutes, alright? Can you do that for me?” She reaches up to touch his face, willing back the tears from her eyes as she tries to ignore the clash of her real memories colliding with the implanted ones.
Giving him up. Not giving him up. Boston. Storybrooke. Video games, movie nights, homework, science projects. Curses, Operation: Cobra, walkie talkies, portals. She’s going to lose it, she’s going to fucking lose it.
He studies her for a long time, hazel eyes boring into her green, and she doesn’t realize she’s been holding her breath until he simply nods and eases himself from the bed to go to his room. She sighs in relief then scrubs her hands tiredly over her face.
“Is this about the guy in leather?”
She glances over her shoulder and sees him frozen in the threshold, one hand resting on the doorframe. You mean Captain fucking Hook? “Yeah,” she tells him quietly, truthfully.