urge to do this for a few weeks now, so yeah, spastic updates ahead. (I have too many stories XD)

| Third Person |

With a loud thump, Lyall watched smugly as his client hit the floor harshly. The teen groaned, body slumped in defeat. Adam propped himself on his elbows panting heavily; with another groan he shakily stood and waved a hand, "'ight, 'ight, stop. Can-do no more." Stretching, Adam crack his back before eyeing Lyall up and down, "How do 'ou stay so fit?"

Lyall laughed, walking over to a nearby towel, "Because I do." He smiled at Adam, "Same time in a few days?" He asked lightly.

Adam moaned sadly, but nodded nonetheless. Satisfied, Lyall motioned Adam to follow him, "Good, now come on, we need to head to the showers."

The two stepped into separate showers, and when Lyall moved under the hot running water. It rolled over his shoulders, relaxing and soothing his aching muscles. Rubbing his hair in exhaustion, Lyall sighed. His thoughts strayed, and a frown graced his features. Emma wouldn't get home till seven, and her 'date' needed to be turned in. So much for a happy birthday. Glancing at his watch, the time read 6:00p.m. An hour to kill.

Stepping out the shower, Lyall reached for his clothes. He quickly slipped into the warm clothes, before clipping on his wolf pendant. It was the only thing he had from his parents, aside from his blanket. Adjusting the beanie on his head so it covered his ears, Lyall slipped into the main hallway. Adam was waiting by the counter, awkwardly glancing at Stacy.

Stacy was bleach blonde with scantily clothes. She obnoxiously popped her gum, smiling lustfully at Adam. Coughing harshly, Lyall glared at her, "Mrs. Richards, please wait for your husband over there." She pouted, looking Lyall up and down before slinking away with an obvious sway to her hips. Rolling his eyes, Lyall turned to Adam. "You alright?"

Adam laughed awkwardly, "Yeah, I'm good" he said.

Lyall smiled, before holding his hand out. Adam flushed, as though he'd forgotten, before taken forty dollars from his pocket. Lyall glanced it over, but he knew that all of it was there. He pocketed his money in his wallet, before inclining his head to Adam. The teen grinned before wishing his a good night and birthday; Adam then hurriedly left.

With a tired sigh, Lyall strode out of the gym and towards his car. Opening the door, Lyall tossed his stuff into the back before sliding in the drivers seat. He quickly turned the car on, and with a small smile drove off to the apartment he shared with his twin.

Flashback

A shrill scream echoed through the castle, and Charming winced as Snow White tightly gripped his hand. Her head tossed back roughly, and her legs shook with the effort. Doc quickly rushed her, pained eyes intently focused on the child being birthed.

There was a lull in her contractions, and Snow panted, head leaned up on Charming, "I can't...have this baby, now." Her voice was strained.

Charming shushed her, "It's ok."

Gepetto rushed in, "The a wardrobe, it's uh ready." His eyes adverted the intent gaze of the couple, almost ashamed.

Relief flooded Charming's face, and he moved to pick up Snow when Doc stopped him, "No! You can't! It's too late." The dwarf's face was sad, and lines tightened around his eyes when Snow let out another heart wrenching scream.

There was a pause, before the wails of a child echoed the room. Charming smiled, watching as his little girl was gently taken from beneath the covers and wrapped in a blanket. Before he could take her, another scream tore from Snow's throat, making the prince snap his gaze to her in fear. "What's happening?!"

"Oh gods..." Doc breathed, setting down Emma and gripping Snow's legs. He looked at her face with wide eyes "Keep pushing!" He ordered.

Snow did as she was told, and not even to minutes later, another cry was heard. Softer this time, and the royals watched in awe as Doc softly held another child, a boy, in his arms. "I-I don't-" Snow stuttered.

"Twins." Charming breathed in awe. He reached out for one of the other baby blankets they made, and handed to Doc. The dwarf wrapped the surprise child in the blanket, before handing one child to each parent. Prince Charming held his son gently, staring in vibrant blue eyes. The child sniffed, reaching out and gripping one of the Prince's fingers in his small hand.

"The wardrobe only takes two.." Snow muttered, devastated.

Charming fought back his tears, before reaching around his neck for the pendant Red gave him. With shaking fingers, he gently tied a knot in the string before slipping it over his son's head. "He needs a name, Snow."

The mother sobbed, before looking away from her little girl. Upon seeing the taken expression in her husbands face, she murmured, "You pick it. I already picked Emma."

Gulping back the sob tearing at his throat, Charming whispered, "Lyall."

Before Snow could answer, the sounds of shouting and the clashing of metal reached their ears. Snow looked at her children, heart squeezing painfully, "They have to go, alone. Th-There's n-no oth-other way."

Charming looked at her horrified, "No I'm not-"

"We have to have faith that they'll find us. Emma will break the curse, and Lyall with guide her."

Charming nodded, before reaching for a small cloth. It was embroidered with the name 'Lyall' on it, and he sheepishly admitted to having Granny make it. Snow smiled through her tears, before watching heartbroken as he true love darted through the doors with both children. How he held a sword at the same time didn't bother her, but the way her surprise son kept his eyes on her did.

With a broken wail, Snow turned and sobbed into the pillow, rage at her step-mother coursing through her veins.

It wasn't until she collapsed next to her husband on the ground, his blood soaking her nightgown, and the wardrobe empty, but no children to be found that she smiled smugly at the Evil Queen. "You'll lose, I know that now."

"It won't matter." The Queen said evilly.

"Where are you taking us?" Snow demanded as the curse tore through her castle.

"Somewhere horrible," Regina started victoriously, "Somewhere where the only happy ending, will be mine."

End of Flashback

"There she is!" Lyall cheered as Emma walked through the door, struggling to take off her heels.

Emma huffed, walking into the apartment with a fond smile on her face. She peered curiously at the plain paper bags, before asking, "What'cha got there?"

Grin turning soft, Lyall pulled out two birthday cupcakes. Both vanilla, and both with a blue star candle placed on top. He reached over and lit both. In unison, Emma and Lyall leaned to look eye level at the treats. "Another banner year." Emma said, voice disheartened.

"Don't let that get you down, Ems." Lyall said. "Now make a wish."

They both closed their eyes, wishing for the same thing-family.

Just then, the door bell rang. The twins started, looking at each other in surprise. Lyall pursed his lips, and then walked to the door. Opening it, he noticed a small boy-maybe ten-standing there expectantly. Raising an eyebrow, Lyall looked him over in confusion. He noticed faintly they shared the same confused look. "Uh," Lyall started, "Can I help you?"

"Does Emma Swan live here?" The boy asked.

Lyall narrowed his eyes. "Who's asking?"

A smug, impish, smile lit up the boys face. "My name's Henry, I'm her son." In the kitchen, Emma choked on her soda, coughing weakly and looking at her brother in shock.

Henry leaned in, grin growing wider. He brushed past Lyall, forcing the male out of his shock. "Whoa! Hey kid! Kid! Kid! Ems don't have a son, where the hell are your parents?" Lyall asked, shutting the door and hurrying after Henry.

Henry rolled his eyes, turning to Emma. "Ten years ago, did you give up a baby boy for adoption?" AT the conflicted look in her eyes, Henry said "That was me."

Emma gulped, "Give me a minute" she muttered, before striding quickly into the bathroom.

There was a moment of silence-though, not uncomfortable-till Henry turned to Lyall, "Soooooo, are you my da-"

"No!" Lyall blurted, "I'm-I'm your uncle."

Henry nodded before glancing around, "Do you have any juice?"

Lyall scratched the nape of his neck, moving towards the fridge, "Yeah, here." Lyall reached in to grab the bottle, closing the door and handing Henry the bottle. Without hesitation, Henry twisted off the lid and started to drink. The action brought a grin to Lyall's face. The action was something Emma would do.

The bathroom door opened, and Emma walked out. Henry stopped drinking. "You know, we should probably get going."

"Going where?" Emma asked.

"I want you two to come home with me."

"Okay kid, I'm calling the cops." Emma muttered, moving to the phone.

Lyall opened his mouth to protest, but Henry beat him to the punch, "Then I'll tell them you kidnapped me." He countered.

Lyall smirked, "And they'll believe you 'cause she's your birth mother."

"Yep."

Emma narrowed her eyes, "You won't do that."

"Try me." Challenged Henry. Lyall's smirk grew, this kid had guts.

Emma squatted down, staring into Henry's eyes. "You're pretty good. There isn't a lot in good at in life, but there is one thing. I call it a superpower. I can tell when someone is lying...and you kid: are." She stood, not noticing the way Henry's face fell, and moved to the phone again.

"Wait!" Henry cried, making Emma pause, "Please come home with me." He begged.

Emma sighed, glancing at Henry. Lyall raised his eyebrows in surprise when Emma gave in, eyes softening in a way he had never seen-not even for Lyall himself. The look caused a stab of pain to pierce his heart. Lyall never got that look from a parent figure, but Emma had once, Burying those thoughts, Lyall asked, "And where is...home?"

Emma shot him a looked, but the way Henry brightened melted Lyall's heart, "Storybrooke, Maine."

Emma rose a incredulous brow, "Storybrooke?" She asked.

Henry nodded. Lyall sighed. "Storybrooke it is. Separate cars Em. I refuse to ride in your itty bitty bug."

Emma glared at Lyall good naturedly. Then with a sigh, grabbed her car keys. "Alrighty then, lets get you to Storybrooke."

Maybe four hours later, Emma and Lyall pulled into town separately. Lyall is his muscle car and Emma with Henry in her little bug. Lyall pulled out his phone, dialing up his sister. "Something wrong?" Emma asked when she picked up.

Lyall chuckled, "Nothing Emma, but I'm hungry and I saw this cute little diner pulling in so I figured I'd check it out while you bring the kid home." Over the line, Lyall heard Henry protest to the official nickname he and Emma had randomly shared.

"Sure." Emma said.

"And maybe book us a night?" Lyall rushed. He knew his sister would want to leave, but Lyall found himself willing to hear out Henry on his wild theory that he told the twins on the way here-Lyall threw speaker phone. Emma sighed and before she could protest, Lyall started to speak, "Come one Ems, it late, we're tired. It's been an emotional day, don't even try to deny it. Just a night for now." He pleaded.

"Alright, alright." Emma mutter. Lyall grinned, already turning his wheel to do a one-eighty. He chuckled when Henry started to babble about operation cobra, and plans about the curse.

Smiling softly to himself, Lyall thank his sister before hanging up. It took only about a minute to pull up to the diner he saw, and Lyall paused to eye the cute little ice cream shop next to it. If they stayed, he would have to check the place out. He locked his car, frowning to himself when the townsfolk stopped to openly stared at him in surprise.

Not used to the attention, Lyall slipped into the diner when someone was leaving-an older gentlemen with hair on the sides of his head long since faded to white, and gentle eyes filled with buried pain-and quickly took a seat in one of the corner booths. A waitress came up, not looking up from the notepad in her hands, "What can I get you?" He voice was soft, and Lyall fiddled with his sleeve without glancing twice at her.

"Water and a Doctor Pepper please."

She hummed and jotted it down, hurrying over to another booth. Lyall rubbed his eyes, suddenly very tired. With that kid showing up, Lyall idly wondered if his dad would too. Lyall snorted. That guy would get a punch to the face first. Two cups were set down in front of him, and Lyall absent-mindedly placed a straw in one before pulling it his lips. "So..." The waitress started, "You're new?"

Lyall looked up in mild surprise. The waitress was very beautiful. Pulling back from his straw, Lyall quickly glanced her up and down, before letting a small grin pull lips up, and then he briefly puckered them in thought.. Brown haired and brown eyed, the red highlights did wonders to her features. Ruby painted lips quirked into a flirty smile, and Lyall realized that it didn't fit her face. It was faked, but not. Like her personality wasn't hers and instead was shoved into her mind like a plastic doll brought to life. Not unlike the way Henry described the cursed people.

Brushing it off, Lyall leaned onto his arms, "The name's Lyall."

"Lyall huh?" She tilted her head and popped her hip out, "Doesn't that mean 'Wolf?'"

"Yeah why?"

"The Wolf is my favorite animal."

"Mine as well."

"I'm Ruby."

Lyall smiled, not the flirty one he had been sporting, "Well Ruby, it nice meeting you." And as she smiled almost shyly back, Lyall realized that she looked more real than she did in the short skirt and tight shirt. And while with some women he would be all for it, on Ruby it looked wrong. It was then Lyall decided, smiling at the waitress, that he would stay, 'cause something about this town set his teeth on edge.