A/N: So I am super bored because school is over and I don't have a job and I spend pretty much the entire day alone in my apartment avoiding doing homework. To fight it I decided to post this story up today and because of the overwhelming response I got to the last chapter of IGYSTPT. Seriously you guys are amazing It's sort of a companion piece IGYSTPT, there is mentions of it but you don't have to read that story to understand this one. This story takes place after 5x22 so there are spoilers for the ending. I also might write this story from James's POV if you guys are interested in that so please let me know. Please enjoy and let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or any of its characters.
The past few days had been filled with chaos and insecurities. There was so much to do now that everyone remembered who they really were and of course they all turned to me both because I was the savior and the sheriff. I hadn't gotten a moment's break since I saved Henry's life from the evil queens curse and it was starting to take a toll on my body.
Finally after another long and grueling day I was heading home, not like that was any more relaxing then being at the station. While I was glad to finally have Henry it was strange being with Mary Margaret and David, wait no Snow White and Prince Charming. It was still hard to wrap my mind around the idea that they were my parents. Really the only one who took it all in stride was Henry, who didn't seem to notice the awkward moments in the cramped apartment. That was another issue we would have to deal with soon. The one bedroom, if you could even call it that, was not big enough to hold four people. It was all right for the moment since we were all busy and not around, but I knew at least Henry would need his own room soon and his own bed.
I quietly opened the door hoping that I would go unnoticed; I did not have the energy in me to talk to anyone right now. Though I did not seem to have that luck as my parents were sitting at the kitchen counter. Mary, no Snow, got one look at me and walked over to where I was standing without saying a word. I guess I looked as bad as I felt, or she still knew me that well.
Snow put the back of her hand to my forehead and sighed, "Emma you're burning up."
"I am." I thought it was just exhaustion. Then again I shouldn't be surprised, it was just my luck to come down with something in May.
"Yes, now head upstairs to bed. Henry's already up there."
Now this peaked my interests, "What do you mean he's up there?'
"He's got a fever too, one of you must have given it to the other."
"Is he okay though?" My mind instantly went to him lying in the hospital bed not too long ago. I was not ready for that again so soon, or ever.
"Nothing rest won't fix. And the same goes to you, now bed."
"Fine." I scoffed, even though all I wanted to do was go to sleep, but I wouldn't be me if I didn't put up a small fight.
I tip toed into my bedroom and sure enough Henry was sound asleep in the middle of my, or should I say our, bed. All I could see was a mess of dark brown hair and bright red cheeks, probably from the fever. As quickly as I could I changed out of my clothes and into a pair of sweats. I gently lowered myself into the bed and tried to move my son without waking him, but luck really wasn't on my side today.
"Emma?" he moaned and looked at me with bleary eyes.
"Hey kid." I brushed his bangs away from his forehead feeling the heat coming off of him, "How are you feeling?"
Henry shrugged his shoulders, "Alright I guess."
"Henry don't lie to me."
"I don't know, I just feel…gross."
"I know what you mean kid."
He sat up a little straighter in bed with curiosity on his face; even when sick his mind was always going, "How?"
"Cause whatever you've got I have to."
"Oh, I'm sorry."
"Don't worry about it kid. We just need to focus on getting better."
"And how do we do that?"
"Right now by sleeping."
Henry rolled his eyes and pouted, it was funny how much he acted like me even when we had known each other for such a short period of time. "But I've been asleep all afternoon."
"Well I haven't been as lucky as you so you are going to listen to me and close you're eyes. Besides I don't think Ma…Snow is going to be letting us leave this bed anytime soon."
"If I have to." Henry sighed.
I laid down on the bed and pulled my kid close to me. Even with all his protesting it didn't take him long to fall back asleep. I fought with my eyelids too keep them open; I needed to make sure that Henry was actually asleep before I could. Once I was sure he wasn't going to wake up again I surrendered to my exhaustion.
I woke up with a sore and dry throat. I did my best to try and clear it, but it wasn't working. Carefully I unwrapped Henry's body from mine. I paused to make sure that the kid didn't wake up and then left the room.
I was halfway down the stairs when I voice startled me. "Emma, what are you doing out of bed?" I turned and looked over to see David…. no Charming sitting at the kitchen counter.
"I'm thirsty so I decided to get a drink of water." I tried hard to ignore how he was inspecting me.
"Go back to bed, I'll bring it to you."
"I'm fully capable of getting myself a glass of water."
"Not while you are sick, now listen to me and go back to bed."
I huffed, but turned around and walked back up the stairs. I wanted to stomp to show how much I did not want to listen to him, but Henry was still sleeping and I didn't want to wake him. I crawled back into the bed, but couldn't settle down just yet. My hand immediately went to my son's forehead; it was still just as warm. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing, I never had taken care of a sick kid before.
A gently knock on the door alerted me of the new presence in the room. I turned around and quickly took the glass from his hands. The water was exactly what I needed for my throat. When I was finished I noticed the other item in his hand.
"Is that really necessary?" I moaned eying the thermometer.
"Yes, Snow's instructions." He answered.
"But I'm fine, my fever is not that high."
"Snow also told me to remind you of your brush with pneumonia."
I let out a frustrated sigh knowing that this was a losing battle. Of course she would tell him to bring that up, and even though I wasn't happy with all that was going on I didn't want to scare her like I did last winter.
I swiped the thermometer out of his hands and put it in my mouth. After the minute was up he took it from my mouth, I looked up at him waiting for the answer.
"101." Was all he said before placing it down on the nightstand.
"I told you it wasn't that bad."
"A fever is still a fever, and yours is over 100. So I suggest you go back to sleep and wait for Snow to come back from the store."
He left the room before I could argue anymore, which I would have. It wasn't in my nature to listen to him that easily, even with what happened last winter. It was Mary Margaret I had promised to listen to, not him. As much as I hated to admit it, I was still tired the small nap before didn't really do much to help ease the exhaustion. I wrapped my arms around Henry again. Even if he was making me hot, I needed to have the contact with him to remind me that he was still there and okay.
Much too soon I felt a gentle hand shaking me awake. I groaned and forced myself to turn my head and open my eyes to see who was waking me. "David." I moaned.
"Emma wake up I need you to take this." He whispered ignoring my mistake with his name.
"Take what?" I asked sitting up and trying to clear my eyes.
"Advil, it will help with the fever. Snow bought some for Henry too."
"Give it to Henry first." I said, it was the first clear thought in my mind.
"You first then him, he can wait thirty seconds for you to swallow a pill." When he saw I was about to protest he said, "Remember pneumonia."
I swiped the pills from his hand along with the glass of water and quickly swallowed them, a scowl on my face the entire time. When he was satisfied he handed me the bottle for the Children's Advil. I carefully read over the instructions and poured the directed amount. As gently as possible I roused my son. He looked up at me with bleary eyes.
"I need you to take this kid." I whispered and helped him sit up enough to take the medicine and wash it down with water. As soon as his head hit the pillow he was sound asleep again. I guess the fever was taking a lot out of him.
I placed everything down on the nightstand. I knew we would need it later tonight and I didn't want them to come back up here and start coddling us. David…no James must have been satisfied with what he saw because he gave me a small smile and then turned around and went back downstairs. I was thankful that he didn't say anything else; I wasn't up to making more awkward small talk. I decided to follow Henry's lead and go back to sleep.
I was not happy to be waking up, I was exhausted and just wanted to stay asleep. I rolled over intending to wrap my arms around Henry, but all I got was sheets. I immediately opened my eyes and sure enough his side of the bed was empty. I sat up panicked, where could my son have gone? All the worse cases started running through my head, and I had to go find him. I tried to kick off the sheets, but only succeeded in tangling them up around me.
A set of hands went to my shoulders trying to push me back down, "Emma you need to clam down." I made myself look up to see David standing over me
"Calm down, you want me to calm down? How can I calm down my son is missing?" I answered panicked and continued with my struggle.
"No he isn't. Please lie back down before you make yourself sick." He was trying his best to use a soothing tone, but it wasn't working.
"But he isn't in bed, he supposed to be in bed."
"Henry is downstairs with Snow." He quickly said, that got me to stop moving. "Now please lie back down and I'll explain everything." I allowed him to push me against the pillows; my fight was extinguished now that I knew my son was safe. "Henry was having a nightmare." He started as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "He was thrashing about and screaming and once I was managed to wake him up he broke down crying. I didn't want him to wake you. So I carried him downstairs to Mary where he fell into her arms. She has been trying to calm him down ever since, and I don't think the fever is helping him either."
"I have to go to him." I said instantly feeling guilty for not being there for my son.
"You need to rest Emma."
"Please you have to let me go to him. Please." I didn't care that I was begging I needed to see Henry with my own eyes.
He let out a sigh, but helped me get out of bed. I slowly made my way down the stairs and went straight to the other bedroom. Just like James had said Snow was holding Henry and trying to sooth him. No words were spoken as I sat down on the bed. The kid must have felt the change in weight and peaked his head up from her shoulder.
"Come here kid." I whispered and opened my arms to him.
"Mom." He cried and quickly shifted into my lap and buried his head in my shoulder. My hands went to his hair as I gently rocked him. I was too worried about how warm he felt to process what he had just called me. Once this was all over I would over analyze it, but for now I focused on getting my son to calm down.
"It's okay Henry. I'm here." I soothed not knowing where the words were coming from. I guess my motherly instincts were finally starting to kick in.
"I was so scared." He sobbed.
"I know, but it was only a dream. No one is going to hurt you with us around."
"Cause everyone knows not to mess with you, Grandma, and Grandpa?"
I let out a laugh, "Exactly. So you have nothing to worry about."
I continued to rock Henry as the tears started to slow and his breathing becoming more rhythmic, finally he was falling back asleep. I gently lowered us down onto the bed never breaking my hold on my son. With a few final shaky breaths the kid was out, and I wasn't far behind him. I tried to keep my eyes awake, but it was getting harder. I felt Snow's hand on my forehead, no doubt checking my fever.
"Thank you." While my emotions were all over the place after everything that had happened, I couldn't deny the calming effect my mother had on me.
"Of course Emma. Now go back to sleep." Snow smiled at me.
Next I turned to my father, "Sorry we're taking up your spot in bed." I don't know why I said that, but it felt important for me to get it out.
James smiled at me, "No need to apologize, but I bet if you move over a bit I might be able to fit in."
Snow and James helped me move over to make room and soon the four of us were squished in, "You need a bigger bed." I mumbled it was getting harder to stay awake.
"I'll put it on our to do list." A teasing voice said, I couldn't be sure who said it. "Don't fight it anymore Emma. Henry is going to be fine and nothing is going to happen. Please go back to sleep."
I nodded my head, or at least I think I did, listening to the instructions of my parents. I couldn't be sure if it was the fever, my drowsiness, or the wall finally starting to break that made me believe. Lying in between my parents with my son wrapped in my arms was the safest I had ever felt. For now the fight was over and I let myself fall into a peaceful slumber.