Hello lovelies! This my newest story. It's #SwanQueen and was prompted by @SwanQueenSwen on Twitter. If you're not following already, do that first then read this! Trust me, on this one. Follow me too @McSassySaidIt to stay on top of writing updates.I really hope I do this prompt and storyline justice as well as all my others. I know this is short, but the next one's 2,000 words already. Recent hospital visits kept me from writing, but I'm back and will be updating all my stories this evening, so stay tuned. -SoulfulSongbird

"Come on kid, wake up. We're gonna to be late and you'll miss breakfast."

At the mention of breakfast, Henry Swan, shot up and stared around his room. Stumbling over his shoes on the floor, he somehow made it to the table just in time for the last pancake to finish. It had been his morning routine since he was old enough for solid food, and the warmest pancakes were always his.

Breakfast.

It was the best meal of the day in their house. Warm pancakes, covered in butter and syrup with a side of eggs was customary. That was mostly because his mom was less of a cooking, and more of a microwaving kind of mom. But, breakfast was where she shined.

Regardless, it never bothered Henry. As he sat happily devouring the soggy pancakes, he found he was even happy that their breakfast routine didn't change over the years. Everything else came and went, but breakfast stayed the same.

If he was being honest with his mom, he would have told her that this latest change made him uncomfortable. Over the last 4 years, they had moved a total of 5 times. The fifth time, brought them to this small town called Storybrooke and so far he hated it.

Henry tried, he really did, but this place was nothing like New York. In New York, there was so much to see and do, he never got bored. It also helped that he had friends there. Here he had no one, but his mom. He didn't mind it being just them, it always had been. He just wished he didn't have to leave his friends behind in New York.

His mom, Emma, said this would be good for them. She had gotten a job as the town's new deputy. That meant more money, which meant possible comic books for him. He could finally have more space to himself and they wouldn't have to move again, like they did for bail bonds jobs. She still got to catch bad guys, and they could have a forever home finally.

It all sounded really good. He liked his new room, he even picked out his own paint colors for the walls But, it didn't make him miss New York any less. Henry watched his mom, move around the kitchen to as The Spirit of The Radio blared from the iPod dock on the counter next to the always broken toaster. This was home now. He'd just have to get used to it.

An hour later, he stood next to Emma in the front office of Storybrook Elementary, waiting for the secretary to locate his information. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw a little, what appeared to be preschool aged, boy crying about a skinned knee to the nurse but what held his attention was something far worse.

Inside the office directly behind the secretary's desk, was a woman who appeared to be upset, as she stood with her hands on her hips glaring down at group of kids setting in front of her in a row of chairs, with their backs against the glass window. She looked scary, like the Evil Queen in that Snow White movie his mom liked.

Apparently, his mom noticed it too because she looked down at him, sporting the same look he'd seen a bazillion times before and the message behind it was clear.

Don't even try it, Henry.

It left no room for interpretation. He'd learned that lesson the hard way last year. Between no dessert and no game time, he folded pretty quickly and never got in to trouble again. He liked the milkshakes here too much to risk it. Plus, the principal didn't seem like she'd be as nice as Emma was.

Secretly, he hoped he would never find out. But, he had no idea just how wrong he was.