Well this was one fan fiction I never thought I would be writing. I never, ever thought I would ever get sucked into Once Upon a Time. There. I said it. But a few weeks ago, I was bored and going through Netflix and I thought, "Hey, I'll watch the first episode and see how it is." One season and three episodes later…yeah you get the picture. And not only that, I got my mom and sister hooked as well! And my mother never really likes TV shows, but she loves this one. And I'll admit that my OTP for this show is Rumbelle as you're about to figure out. Please keep in mind that I've only seen one season and three episodes so forgive me if I mess anything up. In this story they never go back to the Enchanted Forest and spend their lives in Storybrooke. I've take the liberty for a couple of pairings that might not be in the show, but they're there for the story. Enjoy!

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Annabeth Gold opened her school locker door so she could change out her books for the next class. History was her favorite subject but the Spanish Inquisition was not; she couldn't wait until they moved on to another time in history to study.

As she closed her door with her Queen Isabella textbook in one hand and The Pit and the Pendulum in the other she smiled at who was standing next to her.

"Hi, Chris," she tucked both books under her arm as Chris Nolan leaned against the locker.

"Hi, Anna," he smiled as he pushed off of the doors. At times like these, she thought he looked too much like his father with the exception of black hair and nose. Tall, already muscular for 16, and had a prizewinning smile that captured the heart of the entire town which earned his spot as class president multiple times. It was getting to a point where some of the students were talking about instituting "terms" because any person to run up against Christopher David Nolan always lost, and not just lost, but lost miserably. So maybe it was time for him to stop running and let someone else take the role, but it was hard for a natural born leader to do so. It was in his blood to lead and he had the confidence to do so.

But right now, Chris didn't look so confident; in fact, if you asked Annabeth, he was quite antsy and she couldn't figure out why. Did he actually get a C- on science test? If so it was a first for this irritatingly perfect Storybrooke golden boy. It wasn't that Annabeth didn't like Chris, she did. It was just that one C- in a sea of past A+'s was nothing to get upset over.

"Something wrong?" she asked leaning against the locker doors. Maybe it had nothing to do with a possible teensy black spot on his record, but perhaps it was his niece…who just happened to be around his age. Kaitlyn Jones at 15 was already not what you would call a stellar citizen. Breaking-and-entry, 2 robbed convenience stores, damage of town property, and three attempted muggings. She had even tried to steal a couple of library books from the library that Annabeth's mother worked at! If Kaitlyn hadn't had such a high respect for Belle Gold, the outcome could've been an assault as well as attempted robbery. She gave her own mother-Emma who just happened to be the sheriff-a splitting headache. Even her father, Killian Jones who was a pirate in his former life was getting pretty concerned and that was saying a lot, considering his daughter had taken after his wild side right down to the physical appearances; she was really nothing like Emma outside of being sarcastic.

"Is it Kaitlyn?" Annabeth asked.

"Huh?" Chris looked up at her, "Um, no. Kaitlyn's actually been pretty quiet lately."

"Makes you wonder what she might be planning that would take so much spare time in between."

Chris cringed and nodded.

"So…if it's not Kaitlyn, what's bothering you."

"Nothing's bothering me."

"Right…so you're looking at the ground doing your little shifty-foot thing, not smiling because…"

Chris sighed and scratched the back of his neck.

"I…might need your help, Annabeth."

She blinked.

"What for?"

"Well…you know that the school dance is coming up right?"

"Yeah…"

"Well, I'm class president this year so I've kind of been put in charge of planning, but I need help; I'm not the most creative person in the world."

"And I am?" Annabeth placed her hand over her chest. "My mother often complains that I have no imagination. Why don't you grab your sister? She's awesome with arts and crafts."

"Yeah…but this is a historical theme. American Revolution to be exact and history isn't my thing, nor is it really Christine's. so…what do you say?"

Oh, he had her cornered. American Revolution? This was one of her favorite time periods in history and he knew it. But why would he want to plan this with her? It made no sense. Sure, they had been good friends since before they could walk, but he could've chosen anybody including gorgeous Lindsey Booth who also loved the American Revolution and the whole school thought he should be with. Why her?

But it was impossible to say no. she might never be in charge of anything American Revolution related ever again and this was her chance to be in charge of this.

"Uh…sure. When do you want to start planning?"

"Tomorrow. My place after school?"

"Okay; sounds good."

"Alright." His prizewinning smile was back, "See you then, Lassie."

She rolled her eyes at the familiar nickname that he had given to her since she had long since picked up her father's Scottish accent, one of the few things she had gotten from him.

Still, she wondered what made Chris choose her as she walked toward her history class.

The store bell rang as Annabeth walked through the shop door.

"I'm home," she called out as she took her backpack off of her shoulders.

"Hello, honey." Her father walked over from behind the store counter and enveloped her in a hug. "How was school?"

"Interesting." Annabeth hugged him back.

"Hello, love!" Belle came in from the next room as Rumplestilskin let her go. She crushed her daughter in a hug and Annabeth hugged back just as fiercely, "How was your day?"

"Interesting."

"Interesting?" Belle pulled back and studied her daughter, "It's always either 'fine' or 'not bad' or 'eh'. It's never 'interesting.'"

Her mother knew her too well.

"I'll tell you about it over dinner."

"Alright, sweetie; you know what time it is."

"Right. Homework."

"Get straight to it."

"Okay."

Annabeth walked up the stairs to her room.

"So what do you suppose made our daughter's day so 'interesting'?" Rumple asked Belle as he walked back to behind the counter.

"Oh, I don't know; maybe a boy."

Rumple tightened his grip on his cane as he felt his eyebrows shoot up.

"A boy?"

"Perhaps." Belle laughed at her husband's reaction. "Don't look so worried; I doubt it's anyone too bad. Besides, it was bound to happen someday." She smiled and disappeared into the next room to finish making dinner.

Rumple tried to feel brave at the thought of his little girl with a boy. After all, Belle was right. It was bound to happen someday; he knew that since the day she was born.

But still, it didn't hurt to be concerned about who it was she might end up.

So what did you think? Like it? Not so much? Please let me know because I accept instructive criticism, but please no foul language, and/or character bashing. After all, there's a difference between instructive criticism and bashing.