Hello everyone! This is my first attempt at a OUAT Fanfiction. I have written tons for Hary Potter though. I am anew fan, so just tell me if characters are a bit OOC. Just read and tell me what you think!

Summary: Instead of making Emma not believe, The black fairy cast a different curse. Emma was sent back in the past. But why? This didn't seem much of a curse to her. Eager and worried, Emma sets out on the old journey in a new way.

"HOLD ON!"

That is the last thing Emma Swan hears before falling into the bloody portal. It was like a déjà vu, the one time she had fallen into a portal after the birth of Neal. Uhhh, why did this happen to her?

Emma could feel-falling. Minutes, hours, God knows how long. She had begun to feel like Alice. She wished Killian was there with her.

Killian. Her husband. She felt weird calling him that, but they had just gotten married and then the Black Fairy had cast her spell. Emma had no idea where she was going.

Emma's thoughts were interrupted as she landed with a thud.

Wooden floors? She was lucky she hadn't broken her nose!

She slightly raised her head to look around. Glass windows. With the view of the whole of New York.

Wait, New York? Was this The Black fairy's curse? That she would be forced outside of Storybrooke forever?

Emma gulped. The thought scared her. Leaving her family, forever? No, she wasn't ready for that!

Emma managed to stand up quickly as adrenaline rushed inside her. Being away from her family-it was the worst nightmare come true.

Emma looked around. The place was familiar. A long counter, small kitchen, some boxes and-a cupcake on the table with a blue star shaped candle?

Emma looked down. She was wearing her killer red dress, as she liked to call it. Carefully taking a step forward, she found her heels there, where she had dejectedly left them years ago.

This can't be happening…

Did the black fairy even know what she had done? Did she plan this? What the hell was going on?

Emma couldn't piece everything till the doorbell rang.

According to the last time, she should have blown out the candle by now. So that meant…

Emma practically ran up to the door and opened it to find a small boy, with a black coat and red and bronze muffles, dressed smartly and carrying a backpack, looking at her with uncertainty.

Henry…

"Are you Emma Swan?" he asked, full of hope and faith.

Emma couldn't believe. Well, she couldn't believe anything around but this-this made things more complicated.

"Yeah." She managed to answer.

Henry bit his lip and said, "My name is Henry. I am your son!"

His smile was so sweet, so innocent. Emma couldn't believe her boy was once this young!

Before she could speak more, Henry suck past her and welcomed himself in her apartment.

All Emma could turn and say, "WHAT?"

Henry took off the backpack and putting it on the counter, said, "Ten years ago, you gave up a baby for adoption. I am that baby."

Emma, unlike the first time around, was not speaking much. She couldn't because things didn't make sense to her.

"Excuse me." She muttered and locked herself in the bathroom. Henry shouted about the juice, like the fits time around and Emma sighed.

Take a deep breath Emma. She told herself.

So she needed a plan. A plan that would take some time to formulate. Her best bet right now was to play along the last time and take Henry home.

"You know, we should probably get going." Henry said, looking at her as she came out.

"Going where?" she asked, feigning innocence.

"I want you to come home with me." He said.

Time to turn the tables…

"And why is that?" Emma asked. Last time, she had asked to call the cops.

She watched as Henry smiled. She missed this Henry, now that she realized it.

"My Mum's evil. That is, my adopted mother."

Emma raised an eyebrow. She had expected Henry to tell her about the storybook. But who was she kidding? Henry had always been a smart kid.

"Kid, Evil is a bit far, don't you think?"

Henry shrugged.

"Okay, I will come with you."

Henry smiled the biggest smile she had seen. She raised her hand and said, "But, I will drop you off and then come back."

As she turned to change, she was pretty sure she heard Henry mutter 'Let's see."

"Can we stop for snacks?" Henry asked, rather miserably. Emma spared a glance at the boy and handed him her uncut cupcake. He took it gladly and began devouring the thing. Emma felt angry at her previous self. Couldn't she have seen that Henry was hungry?

"So," Emma said, "Will you tell me how you came to know about me? Last I remember, it was a closed adoption."

"I am smart." He offered.

Emma couldn't help but laugh. Boy, this boy was too much!

"Sure kid, we will see."

Henry smirked and took out the Story book.

"What is that?" she asked, knowing well enough what her son held.

"You are not ready yet." He muttered.

Emma rolled her eyes and said, "Kid, I may not be good ay many things but I do have a super power. I can tell if anyone's lying. You believe I am ready. SO spill."

Henry seemed to scrutinize her. Finally, he said, "Every story in this book actually happened. The Evil Queen cats a curse and sent everyone to this land. They are all trapped and don't remember who they are."

Emma smiled mysteriously and sent a glance in Henry's direction.

"You don't believe me." He muttered dejectedly.

"I didn't say that." Emma said.

"So you believe me?" he asked hopefully.

"I didn't say that either."

"You are weird." Henry said, looking at her.

Emma shook her head and kept driving.

"SO how about an address?" Emma said, driving near the Library.

"44 I'm-not-telling-you-street."

Emma pushed the break near the clock and stepped out of her yellow bug. The electricity wire sparkled and Emma looked up curiously. Was it her magic? She could already feel it within her. But hadn't it all started once Rumplestiltskin brought magic to this realm?

She looked up at the clock tower as Henry came and stood beside her.

"8:15? Kid, you were there at my place after that!"

"You know, I do have a name!" Henry said, a bit annoyed. "Time's frozen here. Nobody has aged. The clock has been struck at 8:15 for as long as I could remember."

"Okay," Emma said slowly, "that is spooky."

"Henry."

Emma turned to see Jiminy Cricket, or rather Dr Archie Hopper with Pongo.

"What are you doing here? Is everything all right?" he asked, glancing at Emma. It visibly hurt her that such a good friend did not recognize her.

"I am fine Archie." Henry said smiling.

"Who is this?" he asked, finally smiling.

"Oh, she's my Mom Archie." Henry said, rather proudly. Emma couldn't help but like it. This time, things were going better.

"Oh, I see." Immediately the friendliness and everything remotely near to that disappeared from Archie's face.

"DO you where he lives?" Emma asked. She could not bear to see Jiminy like this. Wasn't he just, dancing at her wedding. On no wait, that was still six years later!

Uh, yea, sure. Just up on Mifflin Street. The mayor's house is biggest on the block."

Emma turned to Henry with an amused glance. "You are the mayor's kid?"

She knew Henry detected the playfulness in her voice. Okay Emma, time to become a bit stricter.

"Maybe." He said cheekily.

Emma listened as Archie preached about lying. As much as Emma loved Jiminy, she hated his preaching. Unless, of course, he was in a session.

As Archie walked away, Emma turned to Henry.

"Don't say I am crazy." He said, taking up a defensive stance.

"I wasn't going to." Emma said truthfully. "Who is he supposed to be?"

"Jiminy Cricket." Henry said. He looked at her with narrowed eyes. "You actually do believe me, don't you? You know something."

Emma ruffled Henry's air and said, "Let's get you home."