Another little fanfic I wrote and thought I'd share with you, so if you like it, review it!

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Chapter One

Archer the black haired silver white eyed teenager was sat on the cot in the jail cell at the sheriff's station. He and team hero had recently come back from neverland, and when everything was resolved, the very well plan he had constructed to stop people from know he had killed to protect Regina and Snow white had fallen apart by a certain nosy Swan, he was now idly waiting for the verdict of the community. He ran a hand through his hair. Rubbing his eyes as he yawned.

Archer Daniels thought of himself as a neutral, killing those who were deemed unworthy of life. In the battle of Lost Boys and Queen Regina, the unworthy was deemed the boys. At least Regina was trying to save people.

"Daniels." A hard voice called out, making the boy look up with disdain. His silver eyes wandering around over the office and he sighed.

"Yes?" He questioned the woman with blonde hair who stood in jeans, black heeled boots and a painfully obvious fake leather jacket. "What do you want captain fake leather?"

Emma sighed. "Regina is on her way over."

"To give you fashion advice? Because you need it. I mean honestly." He snarled, smirking at himself.

"To pick you up."

"I hope she gives you advice still."

"Daniels."

"Yes?"

"Cut the attitude now. Or you can stay in there longer."

"And have to look at your ugly jacket? Fuck me I'd rather eat my own shit."

"Although I'm inclined to agree with you Mr Daniels, you shouldn't insult an officer of the law." A smooth voice spoke out, causing Captain Fake leather and Archer to turn their heads.

"Not a crime though." Archer stated, standing up from his cot, stretching his back by bending over. He straightened his back and looked at the two. "So, what's the verdict?" He brushed the lint from the cot off of his grey skinny jeans and the green t-shirt which was 'The Anti-Hero's Hero' printed on it's waffled texture. He picked up the black long wool coat that was sitting on the bed, throwing it over his body. He had a pair of black converse to go with his jacket and tie everything together.

"As a community, we've decided to place you under house arrest with myself. For the next ten years. You'll have to go to school though." Regina stated. "This is your chance at redemption, it won't be easy, but we're allowing you to stay in storybrooke."

"Can I not just have the sweet release of death? I'd prefer it." Archer complained. According to the town, his crimes were forgivable. "Does everyone in this town believe in second chances when you murder someone? Or five?" He questioned them.

"Kid, you should be happy you're even getting this chance." Emma spoke, growing annoyed with the conversation.

"Oi Captain Fake leather. No one asked your opinion mate. Go, just - you know what, just fucking go outside, and just continuously shoot your disgusting jacket."

"Mr Daniels that's enough for now." Regina cut in before Emma could speak. "Now are you ready to leave?"

"You know, thinking about it, it's nice in this cell. Smelling greasy pastries that captain fake leather eats, looking at her ugly jacket and having to hear King meathead on the phone with his wife." Archer remarked, sarcasm dripping from his words.

"Hold your wrist out." Emma spoke through gritted teeth. Watching as the boy did what he was asked, she slipped the leather cuff onto his wrist.

"Magic suppressant?" Archer asked taking his hand away and looking at the handiwork. "This can't be the work of captain fake leather over there because it's real."

"Now if you'd like you can leave your cell, or have King meat head and his wife come and talk about true love in front of you." Regina threatened.

"Let me out. Let me out now." Archer demanded, and when finally let out of the cell, Emma was on high alert of the suspicion of her or Regina being hurt.

"Oh please. I'm not going to dirty my hands with fake leather." Archer scoffed and held his hand out. "Now give me my things."

Emma glared, pulling out a box and handing the boy a gold iPhone 6, a few rings and a wallet. He took the items and placed them on his hands or in his pockets.

"Let's go Mr Daniels." Regina spoke and strutted out of the sheriff's station. "See you soon Sheriff Swan dear."

Archer turned to Emma, giving her a dark grin, his eyes cold. And it was at that point she'd never been scared of a teenager, but she definitely was now. "In a bit Captain Fake Leather." He trailed after Regina, his green eyes looking around as he did.

"Get in Mr Daniels." Regina addressed him when they arrived at the Mercedes. She unlocked the car before slipping into the driver's seat. When he did as he was asked she hummed and nodded.

"Now we'll go back to my house, and we'll lay a few ground rules."

"Yes yes, alright." Archer groaned, rubbing his neck with his left hand.

"My son is coming home tonight, be on your best behaviour."

"Darling I am a King. I'm always on my best behaviour." Archer wasn't a King, it was his thing. He wasn't self righteous, nor was he narcissistic. He just didn't hate himself and he had the confidence.

"Last time I checked, you weren't a King." Regina stated as they drove down roads, and sometimes she would wave to someone.

"Last time I checked you weren't so scared to take a life." Archer retorted.

"I'm a hero now." Regina stated keeping her eyes on the road. Glancing every so often between the time and the passenger. "Taking a life is nothing to be proud of."

"Much as that may be, I wasn't going to stand by and watch as someone attempted to kill two Queens." He sighed. "You heroes see me as dark and evil. And the villains see me as a hero, But I am neutral." Archer said, a little more than a bit matter of factly.

"Oh so you care for us dear?" Regina smirked, pulling up to a set of traffic lights.

"I care about natural selection. None of them would be dead if they actually knew what to do." He hummed, crossing one leg over the other. "One day the time will cone where natural selection will come for me. But not right now."

"Is that what you say to help you sleep at night? If I pulled your heart out now, you wouldn't have a grey heart, it'd be black."

"Shame then init. When I die, I won't care. I'll be dead. I won't be repenting my sins, I will be dead. Because when you die, nothing happens." Archer stated, taking his phone from his pocket and looking at an app he'd recently discovered 'Instagram'.

"And how do you truly know that?" Regina asked, pulling into her driveway. She turned her key and got out of the car, signally for Archer to do the same.

"I don't, I just have common sense love." Archer spoke as he stood up from the car, checking his phone.

"And if you're wrong?" She cocked an eyebrow, leading them towards the front door, unlocking it and strutting her way in.

"Then I'll pay for my sins. Obviously? What will I do, refuse to die forever?" Archer rolled his eyes.

"The Dark One did."

"I'm not dark, I'm neutral." Archer stated.

"No such thing."

"Well your King said there is."

"You aren't a King."

Archer gasped mockingly. "You shut your whore mouth, yes I am."

Regina turned round with a look that roughly translated into, 'I will skin you alive and piss on your remains.' "Excuse me, Mr Daniels? What was that?"

Archer smirked, his hands in his pockets. "You heard. Do you really need me to repeat it for you? Or has your old age lessened your ability to hear."

"Do you really want to start our time together like that? Because I can and will make your life hell."

Archer scoffed, his green eyes dancing with amusement. "What are you a 'hero' going to do? Not give me a cookie after supper? Oh I know! Ground me. Or take away my magic." And then he bent the bottom of his back. "Oh wait. I already am for killing five people." His grin deepened, the darkness showing through. "You really think I can't kill someone without my magic? Just because I won't touch Captain Fake Leather doesn't mean I will hesitate in gouging your eyes out and making you eat them."

"Get inside." Regina spoke through gritted teeth, she could feel her magic bubbling under her skin at the insolence of the teenager.

Archer laughed, strolling through the doorway that Regina had demanded he go through. "So, tell me." Leaning against the white walls. "What are you going to do?"

"You listen to me child, you're going to apologise to me for your insolent behaviour. Or." Regina grinned widely. "You will be punished."

"I'm so scared." Archer waved his hands, mocking her. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and pressed the wifi button. "What's your wifi password?"

Regina sighed, didn't speak, grabbed his arm and lead him to the dining room. "You aren't getting the wifi for a week."

Archer looked at her as if she had genuinely just killed his last bit of hope. "Why would you something that horrible to me?" he locked his iPhone and looked up at her, almost as if he was sulking. He crossed his left left over the other to make a box as he sat down on a dining room chair. "So, rules."

"Yes." Regina spoke, sitting opposite the ghostly eyed boy, crossing her right leg over the other in a way that meant business and she wouldn't take any of his misbehaviour at any point in time regardless of where they were. "Firstly, you aren't allowed out of this house except for three reasons. There's an emergency, you are being supervised, or you have work or school." She said, resting her hand and tapping the wood with her index finger. "No running in the house, if you're hungry then you can eat when you need. We will eat breakfast and dinner together. You are required to eat at least two meals and a snack. Do all your homework, carry out chores when you are asked. Tell me when you need something, tell me if you're hurt. Punishments will given out as and when necessary." Regina went on with her check list.

Archer listened to all of the rules and demands that Regina had for him, and his ghostly eyes began to pay attention to things other than what he was meant to be focusing on. Once Regina had finished her expectations he nodded. "And obviously no magic. So, I need clothes." He spoke.

"You just, magic your clothes?"

"Obviously, I have no work, so no money and I refuse to wear the same out fit every day for however long."

"Was that a dig at Miss Swan?"

"Maybe." Archer smirked.

"School doesn't start for a week for you, we'll get you clothes and such tomorrow." Regina spoke.

"Right."

"For now, let me show your room, and then we'll discuss your punishment about calling me a whore." Regina narrowed her gaze at the boy, and Archer without his magic felt utterly defenseless for the first time he could remember. She watched as he squirmed in his seat.