The fall from Space

Hello dear readers! I have recently found myself sucked back into the world of Once upon a Time. So after re-watching the full series (again) I decided that it would be against the laws of nature if I did not sit down and write a fanfic! So here I am, writing. I've had this idea in my head for a while but after seeing (SPOILER!) the final episode of season 3, when whom I presume to be Elsa came out of that gold urn type thing, I just had to put my story into action before the OUAT characters got sucked into a world of wintery goodness. If I had waited until the show came back my entire plot line would conflict with the shows current plot line, and personalty I hate when the happens in other fanfictions. So I'm taking advantage of the hiatus and putting up my story now! Reviews are welcomed and appreciated! So without any further ado I give you the first chapter of my story, The fall from space.

She was falling. She didn't know how or why she was falling, but she knew for a fact she was indeed, falling. There was no ground in sight but she could tell the she was plummeting downwards, to what? She had no clue, but she knew it would have to be better then where she was falling from. The girl knew she couldn't do anything to slow down her fall, flying wasn't option seeing as how her entire body was still burning from the fire she had just caused, and there was nothing to grab. Well, maybe there was, but it's not like she could see anything through the darkness surrounding her anyway. Closing her eyes the girl decided just to wait it out, it's not like she would die from the fall anyway, she just had to hope that the fates would set her down somewhere the people knew nothing about her. Wouldn't that be great? She could be an angle falling from the sky and no one would know anything about her. Maybe that would be to much to ask, seeing as she had pretty much just blew up an entire planet and murdered millions of people. Aha, you never know, she did just kill Karma. Maybe she could get away free. When she landed she could start over. Well she could, if she ever landed that is.

Emma smiled slightly as she watched David aka Prince Charming aka her father very carefully change her new brother's diaper. She remembered doing that for Henry. Well, at least she had a memory of doing it, even though she never actually did. The smile quickly fell from the blonds face, Henry had become strangely distant after he had regained his memories. He'd been spending most of his time outside of school with Regina. The evil queen had been waiting on him hand and foot ever since her and Robin had taken a small break so the ex-thief could spend some time catching up with his wife. Emma knew Regina needed it, but she couldn't help feeling jealous that Henry truly did enjoy the other woman's company more then her's. Emma was pulled out of her little pity party by Mary Margret lightly tapping her on the shoulder,

"Hey, Emma? Are you alright?" The princess questioned, looking at Emma with her big innocent eyes.

"Yeah I was just...thinking."

Mary Margret nodded knowingly,

"About Henry?"

Emma sighed as she quickly averted her eyes back over to her young brother,

"Yeah."

Mary Margret hesitantly reached foreword and placed her hand comfortingly on Emma's thigh,

"I know you're still upset about Henry regaining him memories but you're still his mother. He will always love."

The savior shrugged her mother's hand off and quickly stood up,

"I think I'm going to head out to the store. Do you guys nee anything?"

Mary Margret and David shared a quick look before shaking their heads, No. Emma nodded as she hurriedly collected her red leather jacket and purse,

"I'll be back late, don't wait up."

With that the savior disappeared out the front door leaving her parents sharing identical worried looks.

Emma wandered the almost deserted streets of storybrook for almost an hour before finally making her way to Granny's diner. She was just about to cross the street when suddenly she had one of her famous gut feelings that was practically screaming at her to look up. Never doubting her gut the blond whipped her face up towards the stars. For a while she didn't see anything, but something still wasn't right. Slowly the former sheriff walked into the center of the street, eyes never leaving the sky. She stayed like that for about a minute and right when she was about to give up, she saw it. A small speck of white against the pitch black night sky stood out like a giant neon sign screaming "weird shit is going down- I'd get out of the way." Emma watched shell shocked as the small speck grew and took on the shape of a human- coming towards her, very quickly. Emma gasped and launched her self at the side walk in front of the diner and braced her self for impact. Not even two seconds after her ungraceful landing the speck impacted the street with an ear shattering boom. The sound echoed around the street waking up all the occupants of the small town. Hesitantly Emma looked over her shoulder bracing herself for the worst. But instead of the blood and guts she was expecting a women, a little younger then herself, was sprawled out in the center of the crater she had just caused.

"What the hell?" Emma whispered slowly pushing herself to her feet to get a better look at the new arrival. The woman looked like she could have just been sleeping. Her face was cloaked in a thick layer of dirt and blood, her hair was tousled and the edges were singed slightly, her clothing was ripped and splattered with both old and new spots of crimson, but the detail that stuck out to Emma the most was the black leather jacket she had on, mercilessly uninjured, that was identical to her own.

"What the hell?" She said a lot louder now, "Hey, you?" She called leaning into the crater nervously, "Are you alive?"

The girl didn't respond. Emma looked around and seeing no one else decided that it was up to her to get the woman out of the hole. Carefully she clambered down in the crater and knelt down besides the woman. Emma hesitantly reached out and placed two fingers against the woman's neck and breathed a small sigh of relief at finding a weak pulse.

"It's okay," Emma whispered to the unconscious girl as worried voices echoed around the street, "You're safe now. I'll get you out of here."

The girl stayed silent, which Emma was expecting.

"Emma!" She heard David yell, his voice louder then the rest, "Emma, are you okay?"

"Yeah!" Emma shouted back, "But I think I'm going to need some help down here!"