Author's note:
I've started this story last year, when Season 1 had just ended. I wanted to make a continuation on it, as what I'd liked to see what would happen now that the curse had been broken. I already picked my title "Broken" before the creators let us know that the first episode of Season 2 would be having that title too. I've been contemplating on changing it, but any other title just didn't seem to fit, so I've kept it. And with that notion, no copyright infrigment is intented; characters, dialogue and everything else.

I've currently written 5 chapters, unbeta-ed (please keep in mind that English is my second language and if anyone is willing to beta, please contact me by PM), at least 11,000 words already and I'm no where near finished with it yet. I plan to do a weekly weekend update, however, my job is a hectic one, which leaves me hardly any time to write and be creative.

That said, here's the prologue and I hope you all enjoy it enough to leave me a review =D.


Prologue

Regina Mills sat behind her desk in her home office. When she had gotten home, both her and Henry had dinner. It had been a quiet affair, neither one of them had spoken a single word to each other. The only thing Henry had said to her was his question if he could be excused to do his home work.

"Anything to get away from me," she mumbled bitterly. Her thoughts went back to this afternoon, when she has presented Henry his gift.

Henry looked at the present dejectedly. Regina felt anxious, but tried to mask it by cheeringly telling him to open his present.

Her son looked up at her, not quite believing why his mother would give him a present. "What's the occasion?"

"The occasion is I love you." Regina smiled. "Go on!"

Henry slowly opened the box. In it was a portable computer game.

"I know you miss your book, but with this you can do the heroics. You can save the princesses, you can be the hero!"

Henry checked out his present during his mother's speech, not once responding to her, giving no indication he was happy with the gift his mother had given him.

Regina sighed dejectedly. "Henry, you have to believe me. When I tore down the playground, I did it for your safety." She put her hand on his arm. "Please, don't be upset with me. I really didn't mean to destroy your book."

Henry put the computer game back in the box, then looked at his mother. "It's not just the book."

This made Regina ask him what was still bothering him. When he answered he wanted to see Emma, her heart shattered a little more.

A knock on the door prevented them from continuing the conversation. Kathryn walked in and Regina quickly tried to mask the hurt she felt. Knowing she had walked in to something private, Kathryn apologised and Regina was quick to tell her not to worry about it. With a small smile she told Henry to go home and she would be there in a bit, the pain of his 'betrayal' still lingering and she had to look away and compose herself before she was able to talk to Kathryn.

"Emma! Ever since he brought that woman back, he's been slipping further away from me." Regina gulped down the contents of the glass that had stood on her desk. She knew the exact moment she felt Henry was slipping away from her grasp. The moment Mary Margaret had given him that damn book.

Where the teacher had found it, was beyond her, but it wouldn't surprise her if Mr. Gold -Rumplestiltskin, she reminded herself- had kept it all those years and, as he clearly remembered who he was, pointed the teacher to its existence. She stood up, took the glass with her to the kitchen, grabbed the bottle of wine and took both the glass and the bottle with her to her bedroom.

When the alarm clock went off at seven a.m. Regina had a hard time waking up. While she tried to stop the alarm, she knocked the empty bottle of her night stand, the noise of it doing nothing good for the major headache she had. And that major headache did nothing to improve yesterday's mood of worthlessness. She fell down to sleep again.

An hour later she woke again to her alarm clock frantically going off. When she managed to stop the alarm, she carefully sat up, grabbing her head when she felt dizziness overwhelm her. "Okay, no more wine for me for a while." She softly said.

"Mom!" Came the distinct yelling from downstairs.

"Mom!" This time it was definitely closer.

"Mom! I'm off to school!" Henry had opened the door to her bedroom.

"Please, Henry, keep your voice down." she muttered while grabbing her hands in both hands.

Henry saw the pained look on her face and hesitantly walked further into his mother's bedroom. "Mom? Are you alright?"

Regina waved him off. "Yeah, I'm good. Have fun at school. I'll pick you up afterwards."

Henry shrugged his shoulders and made his way downstairs. Just as he was about to leave the room, he stopped in the doorway and turned to his mother. What he saw threw him off: her complete posture showed defeat, like she was broken. But what shook him the most were the silent tears streaming down her face. In all his ten years, he had never seen his mother cry. Slowly he backed out and closed the door silently, making his way to school.

When school was finished, Henry sat on the bench, playing his new game while he waited for his mother to pick him up. Emma sat down next to him, exclaiming she loved the game he was playing. Henry told her his mother had given it to him and Emma told him she used to play it a lot when she was a kid. A minute later the game indicated 'game over'. Henry looked up at Emma and told her his mother was about to pick him up in five minutes.

"Alright, I'll be quick then." Emma replied, opening her bag. While she took the book out, she said: "I just have something I'd like to give you."

When Henry noticed the book in her hands, his eyes went wide. "You found it! Where'd you get it?"

"I found it in a gutter." Emma told him. Seeing the confused look on Henry's face she continued: "It must have fallen of the dump truck on the way to the junk yard and got tossed around in the rain and somehow made his way back to me."

"Wow! That's crazy!" Henry said.

"What other explanation could there be?" Emma asked him.

Henry looked at the book, deep in thought. "I don't know."

"Well, whatever happened, it came back to me."

"Maybe it means our luck is changing. Operation Cobra is back on. It's a sign things are going to be better."

"I hope you're right, kid." Emma replied. "I gotta go." And she nudged him, smiling. While she walked away, she looked back once, and saw Henry smiling at her, before he turned his attention back to the book, opening it.

The honk of a car horn made him look up. Seeing his mother, he quickly stuffed the book in his bag before making his way to the car. "Hi, mom," Henry said, then softly added: "How are you feeling?"

Regina looked at Henry confused. Lately when she picked him up from school, he simply slid into his seat in the car, without saying a word. A greeting and a concerned question were certainly not what she was expecting. "I'm okay," she stiffly replied.

Henry knew his mother was lying, but knew better than to comment further on the subject. The ride home was in silence, Regina keeping her attention to the road, while Henry simply looked out of the window. His mind was whirling with thoughts about what he had seen that morning. He kept thinking about it throughout the day and Mary Margaret had to call for his attention more than once.

When they got home, Henry stepped out of the car, but waited till his mother had walked around. When she was near enough, he grabbed her hand. Regina looked down surprised. She didn't say anything, but she softly squeezed his hand and held onto it. Inside, Henry slipped his hand out of his mothers and Regina immediately felt the loss. "I'm going to do my homework." Henry said and he made his way over to the stairs.

"Why don't you do your homework at the kitchen table, while I cook us dinner." Regina said.

Henry turned around and saw the sincere, but anxious look his mother gave him. "Okay, if you don't mind." He sat down on one of the chairs and took his books out of his school bag.

While Regina was cooking dinner, Henry made his homework. The only sounds that could be heard were the ones of a pen scratching on paper, water boiling and sauce sputtering. Once every while Regina looked at Henry, seeing the concentration on his face.

When dinner was almost ready, she told him to put his books in his bag, so she could set the table. Henry did as he was told and then silently helped his mother. The start of dinner was quiet, neither Regina nor Henry actually knew what to say. Henry found the quietness quite uncomfortable and he decided to tell his adoptive mother about his day at school. Regina looked up surprised. Henry saw her surprised look, even if it had only been a fleeting moment before she had her emotions back under control.

The rest of dinner it was Henry who did most of the talking, but he noticed his mother was listening to his every word. Then a thought struck him: 'What had happened that his mother felt need to keep her emotions so much under control?' The clattering of cutlery made him look up. One look at his mother's face made Hume realise he'd actually voiced his thought.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that." Getting no response, Henry stood up and took his plate to put it in the sink. Then he grabbed his bag. "I'll go and finish my homework upstairs." At the door he paused for a fleeting moment before continuing.

Regina looked at Henry while he left. It was only when she'd heard his door close, tears started to fall.