Title: Broken Dreams
Characters: August/Pinocchio, Geppetto, the Blue Fairy, & Henry; Implied Emma/August & Geppetto/Blue (I ship those two like FedEx, okay?)
Summary: August wakes from his coma-like state asking for his family.
Warnings: (Spoilers for Season Two) This is one of my many takes on how August is going to return tonight. I'm on the West Coast so I still have hours to go before this sucker airs and I had to write this.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: I just have a lot of feeling about August and Henry, okay? I really think August is Henry's dad and that when the curse broke, it will make him forget whatever magical fuckery was used to make him and Emma forget meeting one another. There's really no…resolution here, because I'm pretty sure the episode is going to end with August calling for Emma or Henry or both and then you know, END.
All of it.
It was all…
The Queen's revenge, the curse, Storybrooke…everything that had happened in the past twenty-eight years was useless. What was the point? Surely she had to know she'd lose? Emma, his Emma, wouldn't let her win. It had taken her long enough, but the fact that he was here, sore, in pain, unable to move, but alive, was proof of that.
"Dammit, Emma," he mutters, fighting to stay away this time. He had to find her, to find Henry, to-
He was going to find whoever had kept him away from his family and kill them, right after he made sure Emma and the kid were fine.
"Don't worry, son, we'll find her."
August frowned. What did his father mean by 'find her'? Where in the Hell was she?
"No…Emma and…the kid…is he okay?"
His throat is dry and he wonders how long he's been slipping in and out of consciousness, still trapped in his wooden form, unable to do anything but sleep, dream, and speak.
"Henry? He's alive, my boy, you just rest."
August tries to argue, but the words die on his lips.
"He wants to see him," a female whispers. August recognizes it as his mother's voice and he tries to hear their conversation, but he falls back into another dream that's really a memory.
A memory of an entire life lived in this world that had been erased from him. From them both.
August wakes later to her humming and she places her small hand on his.
"I'm here, Pinocchio," she whispers.
"Who, Pinocchio? Henry? You just missed him; he's been sitting with you for hours."
The irony isn't lost on him.
"My son-Emma-I need-keep him safe. Keep Henry safe," he mumbles before falling back into a dream about how things should have been.