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Henry had waited for a couple of hours before calling Mary Margaret and asking her to come home and see if Emma was okay. He now waited anxiously in the doorway and looked at Mary Margaret with a confused and scared expression.

"Henry," Mary Margaret said, "could you pop to Granny's and get yourself a hot chocolate and something to eat?"

Henry nodded and left the two women alone, once Mary Margaret heard the front door close she looked back at the mass of sheets that was her daughter. She sucked in her cheek as she sat on the bed beside Emma with her back against the headboard, "I'm not going to go anywhere until you tell me what's wrong," she proclaimed softly.

"I'm just dealing with.." Emma's muffled voice sounded through the sheets, "..some.. stuff at the moment. I just need some time alone."

"Is this because of what David said about the portal?" Mary Margaret asked. She had seen Emma's distress at the idea of a portal being opened between the world, "because it's so unlikely we'll even find one."

Emma was silent beneath the sheets and Mary Margaret tried again, "is it Regina?"

"No," Emma replied quickly. A little too quickly for Mary Margaret's liking.

"Everyone seems very understanding, don't you think?" Mary Margaret tried to encourage Emma to speak, "looks like we were last to know about the baby," she chuckled softly, "she's so cute though!"

Emma turned around and peaked through the sheets, "you've seen the baby?"

Mary Margaret nodded, "yes, your father and I dropped off a card this morning."

Emma looked at Mary Margaret in disbelief, "a. card?"

"Yes, it was adorable, it had a patchwork bunny rabbit and there were flowers and it said.."

Emma sat up with a sheet still wrapped around her body and head and interrupted Mary Margaret mid flow, "you gave your mortal enemy a card?"

"She's not my mortal enemy," Mary Margaret argued.

"Then why have I spent three of the last five months having to convince people not to hang her or stone her to death?" Emma cried, "why has everyone been acting like she's the devil, convincing me to keep Henry away from her and now suddenly you're all making cribs for her new perfect baby, decorating her house and giving her fucking greetings cards! Did I not get the memo?!"

"Emma," Mary Margaret implored, calmly.

"No, you don't get it, I.. I've spent so much time," Emma bit out angrily, "so much time convincing you all to leave her alone, I patrolled her Goddamn house every night for the first two months after the curse broke because of all the threats. Everyone said I would be crazy to let Henry see her, so I did what you all said. I kept him away. I don't know why I listened to you all, I knew it was wrong.. and now look.. he has lost his mother!"

"He has you," Mary Margaret replied.

"I'm not his mother!" Emma screamed back, "I'm a body, that's all, I gave birth to him. I'm not a real mother, I don't have a clue how to be a mother!"

"You're a great mother," Mary Margaret started to answer but Emma shook her head.

"No.. tell me this, tell me, when did everyone suddenly change their mind about Regina?" Emma asked.

Mary Margaret knitted her brow, "I.. I don't know, I suppose it just happened over time. No one really spoke about it but I suppose we all just liked the peace. Regina's been different here, once the initial anger died down a lot of people realised they had a better life here."

"Fucking perfect," Emma rolled her eyes and flopped back onto the bed and covered her face with the sheets again.

Mary Margaret looked at the sheet and bit her lip, "would you like me to go?"

"Yes please," Emma breathed quietly and Mary Margaret stood up from the bed and walked over to the door.

She looked back at Emma, "I'm sorry, Emma.. I.. I'm here for you," she said to the pile of twisted sheets and when no answer was forthcoming she closed the door.

Emma held out for as long as she could after the sound of the click of the door, it only turned out to be a few seconds before she started crying heavily. Emma had been angry at everyone's sudden one eighty regarding Regina, that much was true but it wasn't the only reason she was in her bed crying. She couldn't tell Mary Margaret about her crushing fear of rejection and abandonment, she couldn't explain the overwhelming feeling of loneliness that was threatening to suffocate her. As much as she moved Mary Margaret she knew the innocent woman would have trouble understanding, only people who had been tossed aside like Emma had really knew how it felt. Only those people knew that the slip into depression was thick and fast.