Hello peoples!

Finally, something new and improved!

If you are readers of my other stories, it is lovely to see you again. If you are new to my stories, Welcome!

I have finished this story completely which means there will be no slowing down!
I am in the middle of writing up the rest of the series, of course, so don't expect chapters to be posted everyday.

I must verify for you;

This Is Not A Crossover Story! Though it does have some references to other shows/movies/books etc. (Like Dr Who for example)

You will gain more understanding as you read.

Enjoy the first chapter and the disclaimer is in the summary.

R

She'd crossed the town line a few weeks ago.
A seemingly ordinary girl in very ordinary teenage clothing, even if she wasn't actually a teenager. She wasn't all that old though either.

The thing that got her attention the most was that no-one had seemed to pick up on the fact that she wasn't actually from this town.
In fact, she wasn't even from this country.
She could go further to say that she wasn't actually from this particular dimension of Earth...if she wanted to.

She had no money, no proper living establishment, no form of transport and knew no-one around.
Well she knew of them, but she didn't know them.

She'd been hanging around outside of the main town, in an abandoned, broken down house, with only her sneakers, jeans and hoodie to keep her warm.

But eventually you need to stop breaking and entering to try and keep yourself fed.
Eventually people are going to find out that there's a strange girl running around town, and it was better if they found out on your terms rather than their own.

So here she sat in Granny's Diner, in a booth all by her lonesome as close to the door as possible, reaching the inevitable conclusion that maybe, just maybe, this wasn't such a good idea.

She sat crossed legged on the seat with her back against the wall, blue grey eyes staring at her fingernails.
Her mind making a side note to try and clean them good when she got back to her hovel and her short, mid brown curls hiding her features

She wasn't even aware anyone was watching her until a plate was placed in front of her and someone slid into the seat across from her.

She looked at the plate, which had a few sandwiches on it. She blinked a couple of times, refusing to look into the face of her 'attacker'.

A sweet, gentle, British voice flitted its way across the table to her ears.

"Granny doesn't really appreciate people who come just to sit"

The girl still didn't look up at this strange person who had taken an interest in her, but took a side glance at the greying woman behind the counter, who was eyeing her in return.
She then directed her gaze back to the edible delights set in front of her.

She hadn't eaten for two days now and cursed her stomach as it complained loudly.

The stranger spoke up again.

"My names Belle, by the way"

the girl payed no mind to this 'Belle'and proceeded to dissect one of the sandwiches on the plate.

Belle watched this odd person as they carefully took apart the food she had placed down earlier.
She then looked over at Granny and Ruby who had taken to staring at the scene, unsure of how to process and move forward.

Without tearing her eyes from the plate the girl finally gave a simple, uncomplicated comment to the otherwise awkward situation.

"I'm allergic to tomatoes"

Belle blinked as she realised the communication lines were open, if only a little and she watched with wide eyes as the werewolf at the counter ducked into the kitchen to make something else.

The table went silent again as one continued to look down at the plate and the other turned to look at the one staring at the plate.

Heaving a sigh, all formality and niceties slid off the table as Belle sat back in her seat with her hands in her lap, looking deflated.

"It's courtesy to look at someone when they're talking to you and generally if that someone introduces themselves, you should introduce yourself"

The girl considered her words and looked up at the woman in front of her.

Light blue eyes stared across at her, slightly annoyed, but the small smile that spread across her face stated otherwise.
And this strange girl found herself beginning to trust this 'Belle' and unknowingly returned the smile as a dark brunette with red streaks in her hair set another plate of sandwiches down in front of her.
"No tomatoes this time" she stated kindly with a smile.

She turned and pulled up a chair from a nearby table.

"I'm Ruby, so what's your name?"

The girl looked between the other two debating whether or not to give out that information, but she did anyway.

"I don't actually have a real name. People just usually call me The Watcher"

They stared at her, blinking and gaping.

"Well, that's an interesting title" Belle answered sharing a glance with Ruby.

It didn't matter to Watcher, who just scarfed down the contents of the plate in front of her.

The two girls gave a little laugh as they watched her.

"Slow down! You'll make yourself sick"

She looked up at the other two with wide eyes, resembling a squirrel sucking an acorn, resulting in the girls laughing harder.
Watcher paused momentarily and sat up chewing slowly as she was told and proceeded as such.

"So how long have you been here? I know everyone in Storybrooke and I've never seen you before. Did you just come in town for a visit or have you been in hiding all this time?" Ruby asked.

Watcher hesitated again in debate.
She remembered the truth behind this town, from what she had seen over these few weeks.
Magic was everywhere here.

She also noted that they seemed to be nervous.

She answered them through a mouthful of sandwich.

"If I were to tell you, I don't think you'd believe me"

Belle moved forward again "You'd be surprised by the things we'd believed"

The bell over the door rung and Belle's face lit up like Christmas, whereas Ruby replaced the chair and hurriedly resumed her work.

Watcher, still leaning against the wall, watched as a tall, older man with a cane approached the table.

"Ah, there you are Belle. I was wondering where you'd got to"

He gave her a kiss on her forehead and then noticed someone was observing them.

"And, who's this? A new friend perhaps?"

His tone was different to Belle's, it was darker and raspy in comparison.

"This is Watcher. She was just about to tell me a bit about herself" She answered him lightly.

He gave a silent 'Ah' and nodded as he sat next to Belle.

Watcher looked on in slight fear at this new person, feeling the power almost radiate off of him.

Belle leaned across the table and gripped Watcher's hand.

"It's alright, you can trust him. I know he seems intimidating but he's really a softie"

The man feigned offence and then looked over to her.

"Don't tell her that, I can't have everyone knowing"

Watcher gave a short chuckle in her throat and grinned toothily.

Belle let out a laugh and Watcher saw the old woman at the counter smile to herself as she continued to watch them.

This man observed her hesitantly, a little disturbed by the sudden happiness that seemed to ooze out of this stranger.

"Please continue, I didn't mean to interrupt"

Watcher shrugged "You didn't interrupt much really" she paused "Ruby was, sort of right. I have been in hiding, but I've only been here for a couple of weeks"

She stopped again but continued quickly at the sight of their worrying faces

"I was sucked out of my room by some...portal I guess and I ended up a few meters away on the other side of that pink line you all call the Town Line. You know those B&E's that have been happening around town? The ones where they took nothing but food?"

The man pointed to her disbelievingly "That was you?"

She nodded.

He sighed "Why are you telling all this to us?"

Watcher shrugged again "I feel like I trust you, I guess?"

He gave a short laugh and with a wave of his hand Watcher was frozen in place

"Sorry dearie, but I'm not one you should trust"