SO I GOT THIS LOVELY (I HOPE) IDEA WHILE WATCHING GREMMA VIDS ON YOUTUBE AND WELL… I'LL PRETEND I DIDN'T RUN DOWN THE HALL SCREAMING 'I GOT AN IDEA!' BEFORE WRITING THIS A/N.

DON' OWN IT.

She ran. It's always been her first instinct, but this time Emma Swan knew it was wrong. As soon as the thought hit her, the one where she faces her parents, she told Henry to tell Mary Marg- Snow White- that she's fine, and she took off. That's exactly why she's sitting in the sand where Henry's castle once stood, the wind chilling her to the bone, and tears streaming down her face. This is so not how she planned this to be. If she ever found her parents, she had sworn to herself that she'd give them each a black eye and never see them again. All they deserved to know is how much they screwed her up. But now, that plan isn't going to work. They didn't throw her away like a piece of trash, they tried to save her. How can she even wrap her head around that? Nausea overtakes her when she realizes her roommate, as she's settled on referring to her as, knows perfectly well where she is because where else would she go? Emma scolds herself for being so stupid, then realizes that maybe she wants to be found, that maybe if her parents come looking for her it will somehow cancel out the 28 years she's felt abandoned. The sun's starting to set and it casts a golden glow over the town, and she sighs. Maybe it's time to grow up and go back to the one place she's ever called home. It's a long walk and she plans to make a mental speech. She gets up and wipes her eyes, pulling her red jacket closer as she trudges to the small apartment. Henry's safe, that much she knows. Regina wants his love, and forcing him to be with her is no way to get it. By the time she reaches her destination, she's shaking uncontrollably, although she's not sure if it's from nerves or the cold. She has a hand on the knob feels like she's going to puke again, but forces it down. She wants to get in her beloved Bug, grab Henry, and get as far away from this mess as possible, but she can't. The aching, longing part of her heart makes her stay. She turns the knob and takes a deep breath before slowly opening the door. Snow White and David – or Prince James or Charming, or whoever they are, hold hands on the couch, eyes brimming with tears, seeming to be deep in conversation. They haven't noticed her yet, but then the door squeaks and they look her way.

"Emma!" They gasp, jumping up. David starts walking, but the brunette grabs his arm. The sight of them is enough to send her spiraling out of control. Tears come, and she doesn't bother fighting them. She's just too damn tired of fighting the world, of running, and getting hurt. She's tired of putting up walls, tired of blaming her parents for everything that goes wrong, tired of just everything.

"I'm home." She whispers, and Mary Margaret finally lets go of David, who launches himself at her. She lets him embrace her, too drained to do anything. Her mother gets her turn, and soon all of them are crying.

"I'm so sorry, Emma. We never meant for those horrible things to happen." The small woman hiccups.

"You found us." David says, cupping her cheeks, trying to match the baby he held to the blonde standing before him.

"Where were you?"

"Too many questions!" She says, and pushes James off of her. "I do have a personal bubble that doesn't like to be popped." Mary Margaret realizes only one question was asked, but doesn't correct her. "Don't apologize. Not now, not ever. It didn't work out how you thought, and quite frankly, I'm surprised I don't blame you. I had a whole thing planned, you know? If I ever found you guys, I was going to give you a piece of my mind but seeing as I was wrong about everything, I can't do that." They can't quite understand every word because of the speed at which she's talking, but they get the gist of it. David smirks.

"You're so much like Snow. You have my hair, though."

"You do have my chin." Mary Margaret laughs, and Emma allows a small chuckle.

I'M NOT SURE IF I'M GOING TO TAKE THIS ANYWHERE SINCE I ALREADY HAVE MULTIPLE STORIES I'M WORKING ON, BUT IF PEOPLE WANT ME TO I'LL DO MY BEST.