"hey what’s the date?"
THIS LITERALLY DIDN’T EVEN REGISTER AS INCORRECT TO ME
I READ IT AND I WAS LIKE WTF WHY DOES THIS HAVE SO MANY NOTES THEN I SCROLLED DOWN THEN I WENT BACK UP AND I WAS LIKE DING DONG DANGIT HOW DID I NOT REALIZE
"Mom! Mom, it’s me. Henry!"
Emma’s mouth fell open. She stared down the barrell of the gun at the desperate, pleading boy before her. Then her gaze hardened and her jaw clamped shut. She tightened her grip on the gun. “Nice try, but I’ve had enough of your bullshit.”
"Please, no! You have to believe me! I don’t know how but Pan switched us, to save himself from Pandora’s box. Mom, you have to believe me!" Henry reached out towards Emma but she jabbed the gun towards him and he jerked away.
"You spent weeks with Henry on that island, turning him against us. Against all of us. You know all the words to say, all the buttons to press. But you’re not winning this time, Pan."
Footsteps sounded up the street. Emma kept her gaze glued to the boy in front of her, the bright orange line glaring between them. “Emma! Are you alright?” Neal lifted his hand to rest on Emma’s shoulder, then thought better of it. He looked over at Pan. “He’s a monster, Emma. Finish him off, once and for all.”
Regina stopped dead a few feet behind Emma. She’d been following close behind Neal, along with Hook and the Charmings, who approached Emma cautiously. “Emma?” Snow said softly.
"Mom, don’t let them do this. It’s me, Henry. Please." The boy’s eyes filled with tears and he choked back a sob.
"Oh, come on. Don’t listen to him!" Hook waved a hand towards Pan, disgust and hatred filling his face.
"When you first came to town, and I wanted you to break the curse, we called it Operation Cobra! You didn’t believe, so I ate the apple turnover that was supposed to curse you and that made you believe! I…uh…I helped you sneak into our house to find evidence to help Mary Margaret!" He was spewing every bit of information he could think of to convince them.
"Henry could have told you all of those things. He probably told you all about us and Storybrooke. You’re just wasting our time," Neal said. "Emma, go on. You can do this. You have to."
Emma let out a ragged breath. As she stared at Pan her hand started to tremble. Before she could shake it off, a hand grabbed her arm. “What did we use to do before bed when you were little? When you got scared of the monsters under your bed?”
Pan opened his mouth for a moment, then shut it with an audible click. His eyes flooded with terror. He shook his head frantically. “I…I don’t remember. I can’t remember! Please, no, don’t do this-“
"Shhh. Stop. Close your eyes. Take a deep breath. Think. Henry would know this.” Emma chanced a quick glance over her shoulder. Regina stood there, still as stone, eyes fixed on Pan.
Pan took a few shuddering breaths, then closed his eyes. He took several deep breaths. His eyes flew open. “We used to cast a spell. You would…um…get down on all fours and I’d climb onto your back, and we’d cast a spell. You said…um…you said it was a curse. To make the space under my bed so dark and scary that even monsters wouldn’t want to live there.”
The pressure on Emma’s arm increased and the gun slowly lowered. Regina nodded, her eyes filling with tears. Pan - Henry - let out a huge breath and stumbled forward into Regina’s arms, sobbing heavily. Emma quickly holstered her gun and stepped towards them but Regina pushed her back. Not viciously, just a gentle deterrent. Emma didn’t argue. She was shaking from head to toe and was grateful when Snow and David wrapped their arms around her instead.
There was more to do to make everyone safe. And a lot more to do to heal their broken family. But no one had the strength to move from that spot for a long, long while.