A Lost Boy

Julia

CHAPTER ONE

The Accident

Living in Storybrooke, Maine has been, an experience. My childhood sucked, not that my teenage years were much better, they were almost worse. In a way, I guess.

I was in foster care since I was three months old, I really hated that part of my life though. So I moved to Storybrooke Maine the minute I turned 18. I'm now twenty-nine years old. I have thick short black hair. I'm very tan, muscular, a light scruffy beard.

I love it here. No one knows me, it's a fresh start. Which I really needed. I live in a small apartment that's above the auto-repair shop. So it always smells of gas and oil. It really doesn't help the look of my apartment either.

I live in a two bedroom, one bath small, dingy apartment. The paint is all yellow and peeling, the carpet is stain-ridden and smells of mold. It sucks. Everything in the kitchen breaks on more accounts than I can keep up with. But it's better than my previous situation.

Two months after my eighteenth birthday, I started hanging out with this girl. Lucy. She was amazing, but, well, she took drugs, was a criminal, and had depression. But I helped her, or I thought anyway. About six months after we starting dating, she was robbing a store for money to buy more drugs and got shot in the process. But I was driving the getaway car, and I got caught. Two years later, I got out. With a criminal record, shit.

But now I'm Storybrooke, as I said. Been living here for two years. I work down at the auto-repair shop. I have one friend, His name is David, he's blond, short, military cut hair. Built like he was in the military, but he wasn't. And he is pretty good lookin' if I do say so myself. I am acquainted with his fiance though. Her name is Mary-Margret, but everyone calls her MM, she is a petite brunette, who looks like something of a pixie.

~Real Time~

"Killian!?" I hear Ruby yell. "You coming?" She's bent over the counter, leaning on it. Arms crossed in front of her. Leaning next to a plate with hamburgers on it. I grabbed one and winked at her. She scoffed and turned, but not before I saw a scarlet blush begin to creep up her neck. I smiled to myself and looked down at the black, red, and white checkered table top, same as the floor. The walls are painted red. It looks so tacky, but it's the best restaurant in Storybrooke.

I stand up and start the long walk home. I turn right outside of the Diner, and get lost in my thoughts. I walk for about ten minutes before I see a car, wrecked, in a ditch, right next to the line where the woods start.

I run over to the navy Mazda 2010, and inside is the most beautiful woman I've ever laid eyes on. She has golden blonde princess curls that go to about mid-chest, beautiful olive skin, and such an angel face, I just want to kiss it , but I can't. I look her over and see blood on her head. I get out my phone and dial 911, call it in and then hang up.

I open her car door and take off her seat belt, I pick her up bridal style and carry her to the back of the car, I lay her on the car, and tear a piece of fabric off of my shirt to press it to her head where the source of the blood is , to stop blood flow. Her blood has already splattered on the grass, but the less she looses, the better. I'm breathing fast, my adrenalin pumping. My entire body is rigid with my anticipation, the need to help this helpless woman filling me to capacity.

The ambulance arrives shortly after and I go to the hospital with them. I'm in charge of her since they don't know who she is, if she has family, nothing. I nod, I don't trust myself to speak yet.

She goes back into surgery immediately after we get there. I sit in the waiting room for what feels like hours, because it is, I'm in there for four hours. Until a doctor finally comes out and takes me back to her. On the way down one of the marble hallways, he turns to me and asks "So do you know her?"

I shake my head "No, I was on my way home, and I found her."

He shakes his head in amazement "Well, It's good you did, one more minute, and she would have died.

We get to the room just as I say "oh." I look at her face, that beautiful, angel face.

They said she was in a coma, but that she would wake up in a few days. I hoped to hell they were right.

The agony over the next seven days is my seven layers of hell. By the seventh day, I am worn out and have taken time off of work to sit with her twenty-four seven.

I can't stand the waiting. I eat and sleep in the chair next to her bed. I don't answer calls or texts, and I'm sure David and Mary-Margret are going insane with anticipation and worry. But I don't care. All I can think about is this beautiful woman who stumbled into my life and morphed it into an alternate universe where she rules all.

I'm asleep when she wakes up, but I wake up to her voice. The most beautiful voice I have ever heard. It sounds like everything that's good and true and pure with this world. Like Christmas morning, and baking cookies. A cold beer after work, a well-deserved raise.

I quickly move forward in my chair and look at her with wide eyes. She looks back with her eyes just as wide, and full of fear, and unknowing. Damn.

"Um, hello? Can you repeat that?" I ask, with urgency but also trying to be kind and caring.

She looks at me for a second then goes a deep red, she mumbles "I said, Oh shit, is this heaven?" She suddenly becomes deeply interested in her feet.

I feel myself go red as well but also smile and manage a chuckle. "Do you know who you are, Love? Anything about, well, you?"

Her eyes snap to mine when I say love, but she answers "I know a little, My name is Emma, I am a writer, and wrote." her eyes land on the book I found in her car "that! Catchlight! I came to Maine to meet with a publisher and talk about getting it published." Her eyes gloss over in thought, then tear up. "How can I not know anything about myself."

I quickly pull her into a hug "You were in a coma for a week, Doctor Anders said that you might have amnesia for a while, but it'll wear off in anywhere from a week to a few months. I personally hope it's a week, but that's me." I pull back and smile at her. "Okay?"

She smiles sheepishly and nods shyly. "yea. Not to be rude, but, who're you?"

I sit on the edge of her bed but am angled towards her "Oh damn, sorry, love. That's bad form. My name is Killian, Killian Jones. I was the person who found you, and since we didn't know who you were, I was put in charge of you." Now it's my turn to smile sheepishly.

She gins warmly (nervous, but still warm) at me "So Killian, tell me about yourself."

I laugh at her normality "Okay, love. What d'you want to know?"

She shrugs lightly and says 'anything', I want to know who my knight in shining armor is so I can thank him properly."

I lean back against the end of the bed "Okay, I am twenty-nine years old and I am originally from England, moved here when I was eighteen to escape the orphanage and started work at the car-repair place here in town." I stop for a beat "and, that's pretty much it."

She leans back, biting her bottom lip in thought at my tale "My turn. I am Twenty-Eight and," She stops. "That's all I know. My birthday is the Twenty-first of August though, I know that."

"Well in that case, love. You're Twenty-Nine. August twenty-first was yesterday."

She frowns, "I didn't have a proper birthday!" She exclaims.

I lean my head back and laugh "Im afraid that's the least of our worries lass, but if you want, we can celebrate when you get out of here."

She laughs as well "I might take you up on that. Be careful, or else when I get out I won't leave your side."

I smile and chuckle "More of a blessing than a curse if you ask me, to be followed by a beautiful and intriguing woman, her never to leave my side."

She smiles "That sound suspiciously like marriage."

I wink at her "Sorry to disappoint, but not for a few years lass, first comes courting, then marriage."

She laughs "Then I better hurry out of here so we can start on that courting. Wouldn't want you to find someone else in the meantime."

I inch my face towards hers, putting my hands on the pillow on either side of her head "Wouldn't dream of it."

I hear her breath hitch and I grin victoriously, before I can pull back, she has me pulled into a kiss. Then, as fast as it started, it's over.

hey! chapter two coming soon!

a/n thanks to gp28writer for getting me to finish this today :3 been a work in progress for a long time.