Finding You Always

Ill-Boding Patterns

"Sorry to disappoint you," Hyde drawled.

"Sorry, it's nothing against you. It just means that your wack job counterpart is still probably alive too," Emma commented, as she released him.

"I thought those two detectives were here too?" she asked, spying the empty cage next to him.

"They were...but they were freed," Hyde revealed.

"By who?" Leo asked.

"The Black Fairy," he replied.

"Why would the Black Fairy release those two detectives?" Killian asked.

"It seems that she has tasked them, in exchange for their eventual freedom, with the job of bringing someone from your past back here to Storybrooke," Hyde explained. Emma's brow furrowed.

"My past?" she asked.

"A social worker...that's all I know, I'm afraid," he replied.

"A social worker?" Leo asked in confusion, as Emma had gone silent and instantly recalled some very disturbing memories.

Flashback

Twenty-one years ago

Ten year old Emma Swan sat in her social worker's office, with big tears rolling down her cheeks. Another family had sent her back. This time, they said she was just too much work and they couldn't keep up with her therapy appointments that her social worker insisted on. They had decided to get a child that was normal and not one with so many "issues" as they had put it. Emma's issues stemmed to her fairytale book and her steadfast belief that her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming. And that her biological father, who was still in a coma, would wake up if they would just let her see him.

She heard the door open and Ms. Rocha's screechy fake voice bid her former foster parents farewell with a sickly sweet tone. Then the door slammed and the woman stormed into the office, before sitting down in her chair.

"You're like a damn yo-yo, you little miscreant!" Imogen hissed, as she lit a cigarette and took a long drag on it. Emma coughed, as the smoke was blown in her face.

"I place you with nice families and all you can do is spout your nonsense about fairytales and your real parents!" Imogen snapped. Emma glared at her.

"It's not nonsense! I could prove it if you'd just take me to see my Daddy!" Emma screamed.

"You're not going anywhere, except back to that crappy group home and you're going without this!" Imogen screamed back, as she grabbed the book.

"No...my book! Give me back my book!" Emma cried. But Imogen only laughed and tossed it into the trash, before summoning her assistant.

"Make sure this filth is taken out to the dumpster," she said, as she handed the canister to the other woman. Emma sobbed almost uncontrollably and it didn't stop, even as she arrived at the group home. That night, she cried herself to sleep and began to question if everyone was right. Maybe she was delusional and her parents really tossed her away like they said. She began to lose hope and belief, until she woke up to find the book back under her pillow the next morning. Like magic it had come back to her and her belief was restored, more than ever. It was only a few weeks later that she had managed to find the address of the hospital where her father was and ran away to find him...

"Swan?" Killian asked, as she looked up at them.

"There...there was a woman, my social worker. She was a nightmare...I haven't thought about her in a such a long time," she admitted.