Emma's Neal, a OUaT Fanfic

"Emma, I love you," Neal muttered.

Philip, Mulan, and Aurora looked at one another.

"Did he say..." Aurora said.

"Emma?" Mulan finished.

"Could he be talking about the same Emma that the two of you have been talking about?" Philip asked his companions when he looked over at them.

"Possibly," Aurora told her true love.

"We should get him back to camp," Mulan replied.

"Yes, alright," Philip agreed.

"Philip, wait," Aurora said. "I need to tend to his wounds first."

"Okay," he said and then stopped.

"Mulan, help Philip turn him over," Aurora ordered.

Mulan with Philip's help turned Neal over. "He's really bleeding badly," Philip said.

"Yes, I know," Aurora said. "But he won't for long if I have anything to say about it." She got to his wound right away. Working as diligently as quickly as she can. "Wait. There's something buried inside of him."

"Aurora, is that smart?" Mulan asked.

"If I'm not going to do it," Aurora said, "who will?" She looked over at Mulan.

Mulan nodded and didn't say another word.

With her fingers, Aurora dug the bullet out of Neal body. "Mulan..." She looked over at her friend as she passed the bullet over to her.

"He had to have come from Storybrooke," Mulan said. "It looks like the thing that came out that thing Emma was carrying around with, but it didn't look like this shape. This looks like it's all bent up."

"Maybe there's a reason for that," Philip said. "We'll find out when he gets better."

Aurora wrapped up his wound. "That's the best I can do for now," she said. "Philip, he's good to go."

Philip nodded and then took Neal over to the wagon was that waiting.

When Aurora and Mulan were alone, Mulan asked, "Do you think it's the same Emma we know?" she asked.

Aurora looked Mulan. "What are the odds?" she asked. Then they walked over to Philip to help with putting Neal in the back of the wagon.

It wasn't until days later that Neal was well enough to be aware of what was going on. He was finally asked Philip when someone came around. "Where am I?" he asked.

"Enchanted Forest," Philip answered. "So you're awake?"

"Home," Neal said ignoring his question. "I never thought I'd see it again."

Philip sat in front of him. "You were mumbling about someone named Emma," he said.

Neal eyes went wide. "Henry," he said. "Tamara."

"If you said Henry," Philip concluded, "you must be from Storybrooke."

"I'm Neal," he said. "I'm Henry's father."

"Ah," Philip replied. "I'm Prince Philip and Princess Aurora's true love."

"Emma spoke of her and a warrior called Mulan," Neal said.

"Yes," Philip said. "She's with me as well."

Aurora and Mulan came walking up. "You're awake," Aurora said pleased.

"Did you dig the bullet out of me?" Neal asked.

"Is that what that thing was called?" Mulan asked.

"It came from a gun," Neal explained. "Guns have never been part of this world, but they are a part of the world I just left."

"Yeah," Aurora said before Mulan could ask anymore questions. "I did."

"Mary Margret described both of you perfectly," Neal replied.

"So you know Emma?" Mulan asked.

"I'm Henry's father," he told them. "We got separated when the portal opened. I fell into this world, and she stayed in Storybrooke."

"You not only need to get home," Mulan said, "you want to, don't you?"

"Yes," Neal replied. "There are people in Storybrooke who will hurt my family, and I need to be there to help stop them."

"Well, then," Philip said. "We'll get you home."