Emma still didn't know exactly what these things were, but they were nothing good. Without knowing the source of it all she didn't know how to make anyone at the station listen to the underqualified rookie that refused to wear a proper uniform.
She hadn't realized just how much everyone in Storybrooke listened to her, and to her parents, until she found herself somewhere that she wasn't the former king and queen's daughter and the almighty Savior.
The barking startled her out of her thoughts, because it was kind of familiar. She jogged towards it and crouched down as the sandy colored mutt came into view, all floppy eared and quivering, leash trailing behind him...
"I remember you," she murmured as the dog whined and yipped and sank needle-like teeth into her sleeve and tugged. Only it looked a lot smaller now, or rather, she was a lot taller.
Emma reared up suddenly and looked around in a panic, swallowing a yell when she spotted a pair of legs about twenty feet away. "Son of a bitch," she swore, taking off running with the dog hot on her heels. "Delsin!"
She skidded to a stop at his side and crouched down in an ungainly slide, rolling him over and shaking his shoulders vigorously. It was the worst kind of deja vu; how many timse were men she cared about gonna nearly die on her?! "Delsin!" she said again, voice cracking with panic. "Delsin wake up! Come on, come on, don't do this, dammit!"
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She hadn't realized just how much everyone in Storybrooke listened to her, and to her parents, until she found herself somewhere that she wasn't the former king and queen's daughter and the almighty Savior.
The barking startled her out of her thoughts, because it was kind of familiar. She jogged towards it and crouched down as the sandy colored mutt came into view, all floppy eared and quivering, leash trailing behind him...
"I remember you," she murmured as the dog whined and yipped and sank needle-like teeth into her sleeve and tugged. Only it looked a lot smaller now, or rather, she was a lot taller.
Emma reared up suddenly and looked around in a panic, swallowing a yell when she spotted a pair of legs about twenty feet away. "Son of a bitch," she swore, taking off running with the dog hot on her heels. "Delsin!"
She skidded to a stop at his side and crouched down in an ungainly slide, rolling him over and shaking his shoulders vigorously. It was the worst kind of deja vu; how many timse were men she cared about gonna nearly die on her?! "Delsin!" she said again, voice cracking with panic. "Delsin wake up! Come on, come on, don't do this, dammit!"