A/N: Yep, I do admit that I become addicted to shows way too quickly – I'm not even denying it anymore, because I can't. I started watching Once Upon a Time a few days ago and I must say that I love the new touch the makers give to the Snow White tale. She is way less... vulnerable and weak in ONCE. I like that :)

So yes, I couldn't help but make a story with the latest information I've been given. I just couldn't, okay. I must find help for this. And oh, if you find me stupid or anything because I love doing these things: I really don't care. I really don't.

There are a few questions I'm going to answer first before continuing:
Yes, I'm weird. Just look at my friends, it's like I'm looking into a mirror sometimes.
Yes, I do admit that I have a kinda creepy addiction to AUs. I don't know where it comes from, and I therefore cannot explain it.
No, I'm not world's best writer, but I still try. You should at least cut me some slack for trying ;)

Disclaimer: I don't own The Mentalist, nor do I own Once Upon a Time or the Snow White fairytale.

'Red snow'

Once Upon A Time,
there was an enchanted forest filled with all the classic characters we know.
Or think we know.
One day they found themselves trapped in a place where all their happy endings were stolen.
Our World.

"Oh, just stop it, will you," Charlotte snapped at her best friend Tessa. The latter girl just shrugged.

"I'm just telling you that Brad thought you looked like a fairytale character or something. I swear to God, Charlie, you should do something with your looks. It's unbelievable how beautiful you are."

Charlotte rolled her eyes. "You're my best friend. You're supposed to tell me that. You're biased."

Tessa shrugged, and then sat down at a table in the canteen, looking in disgust at her lunch. She wrinkled her nose, and then looked at Charlotte. "How's your Mum doing?"

"I don't know. I haven't seen her in days."

"So now you're an orphan-"

"I'm a foster kid, that's all. It's the downside of having biological parents that dropped you at the side of a road somewhere around Sacramento."

Tess rolled her eyes. "I still find it strange they did that. They didn't even bother with bringing you to a hospital. You could've died there."

"And did it look like my parents cared? They dropped me there for a reason- Hey, Brad," Charlotte said to the boy sitting down beside her. She got a few mean looks from the popular girls, but shrugged it away.

"Hey Charlotte," Brad said, and Tessa smiled before signing that she was going to sit with somebody else. Charlotte wanted to stop her, but was too late, and soon was left alone with the guy that had a crush on her but she didn't have a crush on. She hated having to be nice and polite.

"How're you doing?" Brad asked, and then took a sip of his Coke. Charlotte sighed.
"I was doing fine until Tess left the table," she said, and Brad sighed.

"Hey, I'm trying to be nice here-"

"And I'm too. Look, I find it really cute that you have a crush on me and all, but I don't like you. Only as a friend."

Brad sighed again, and nodded. "I understand."

"Good."

"Charlotte Greggs?" somebody behind them stated, and Charlotte nodded, turning around. She was met with the sight of a rather strange looking girl, a what seemed like a fairytale book in her hand, if the words 'Once Upon a Time' were anything to go by. The girl had long, almost white hair, and her clothes were from last year's fashion standards. She was probably a few years older than Charlotte – at least older than twenty. This was a girl who would be typified as 'a nerd' – but a beautiful nerd, in Charlotte's opinion.

"I'm Summer. Summer Edgecombe. Can I talk to you for a minute?" the girl asked, and Charlotte looked at Brad before nodding and standing up.

"Sure."

When the two were on the silent corridors of the school, Summer handed Charlotte her book. There were drawings of fairytales on the pages, and Charlotte sighed.

"You only wanted to talk to me to tell me that I look like a fairytale character? Because that is old news, I already knew that-"

"No, that's not why I'm here. I... I heard that you don't know who your biological parents are... I do."

Summer took the book from Charlotte, and skipped to a certain section of the book. She then handed it back to Charlotte and pointed at a drawing.

It was a drawing of a baby, wrapped in a towel, laying in what seemed like a wardrobe. Now Charlotte understood where this was going, kind of: there was her name on the towel.

"This baby is the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow White. You're this baby."

Charlotte stared at Summer, her eyes wide. "No I'm not. This is a fairytale, they are not real."

"Then how do you explain this?"

"If this is real – and I'm saying if – then there must be somebody else who is this Charlotte. There are more fish in the sea with the name Charlotte."

"I live in this town called Storybrooke. All fairytale characters live there, yet they don't know they're fairytale characters due to The Curse. You are their only hope."

This was stupid. Was this woman for real?

"And what do you demand I should do now? Go there and magically make them remember they are people who don't exist?"

"Don't say it like that-"

"Like what? Like it's a crazy thing? Because it is, trust me. You can't just walk up to a stranger and ask them to come with you to some crazy named town because that person is a savior or something."

"But you are the Savior."

"Okay, this is stupid, I've had enough of this. I'm going back to the table and talk to Brad which is totally awkward and you're going to leave this school and never come back. Leave me alone, I'm seventeen, I don't believe in fairytales anymore."

Summer swallowed, and took the book from Charlotte. She then nodded.

"I understand. If you ever change your mind though, you can always call me. Here's my number," Summer said, reached into her pockets and then handed Charlotte a little card.

Charlotte nodded, and watched as Summer left. She shook her head.

People nowadays.

As Charlotte walked into the canteen though, she couldn't shake the feeling that Summer was right. Charlotte had always had the ability to spot lying people and Summer didn't look like she was lying. But... fairytales? For the love of God, she wasn't a toddler anymore.

She waved at Brad, and then went straight to Tessa.

If this Summer was telling her the truth, then this might be Charlotte's best shot at finding her real parents.

"Please call my mother and tell her I'm off to do stuff. I won't be back for a while," Charlotte said, and Tessa frowned, looking at the girls she was sitting with. Charlotte groaned, and grabbed Tessa by her arm. "I'm leaving town, Tess. I think I just got a hint that there is a way of finding my real parents, and I'm going to find them. And nobody can stop me."

A/N: (It's Tessa, not Teresa, so Charlotte's friend is not Lisbon, fyi)

I'm going to explain what happened gradually, if you'll give me a chance to, at least. Because if I don't get any follows or reviews, which I would totally understand in this situation, I'm not going to continue :)

Even though it doesn't look like it now, this story is definitely going to be Jisbon. Like, oh my god it's gonna be full of it.

And if I'm going to continue this story, I'm gonna try to make it look like ONCE as less as possible. I hope that's possible, since ONCE is so epic. (The Mentalist is legendary, so don't worry, I know my rating terms)

So leave a REVIEW if you want me to continue this story!