Disclaimer: I don't own Once Upon a Time! I only own my OC, Rosaline "Rosie" Blanche Parker, and any other characters and plot lines I make up along the way!

Summary: In the Enchanted Forest, Rosaline Blanche is the adoptive daughter of a tavern owner. One day, Captain Hook shows up to their tavern, demanding that her father give him the money that he owed Hook. Desperate to protect her family, Rosie volunteers to pay off the debt working for Hook instead. In Storybrooke, Rosie Parker is the owner of a bar with a little girl to feed. When Emma Swan shows up in Storybrooke, it stirs up trouble that Rosie finds herself in the middle of.

Author's Note: What's up, my good readers? I'm actually very excited to write this story because Rosie's character and backstory is gonna be AWESOME!

Enjoy!

I sighed as I poured some bourbon into a glass for a customer. I slid the glass towards the customer, and he lifted it in a "thank you" gesture to me. I nodded at him and turned to my next customer.

I was the proud (not so much) owner of Parker's Tank, the town of Storybrooke's bar. I didn't know what made me want to own a bar, but it just called out to me and here I was, mixing drinks for people who need an escape and find that escape in alcohol. I didn't blame them, though. Life could be tough shit.

Sometimes I just watched what everyone else does to make sure that they were doing their jobs right but most of the time I was behind the counter mixing drinks, or serving adequate food to people (I hadn't been shut down by health services yet and I wasn't planning on it).

My next customer turned out to be our very own Sheriff Graham Humbert. I smirked as I wiped down the counter in front of him. It was actually a laughable thing that Storybrooke had a Sheriff: the worst thing that could happen here was if someone got caught stealing an apple from a farmer's market. "Well if it isn't our very own Sheriff," I said. I leaned forward a little. "Are you here to arrest me for bad kitchen conditions?"

Graham gave me a look. "One day, I will get you for your kitchen. I swear I saw an eyeball in my soup."

"Keep trying, Sheriff," I said in a sing song voice. "Just know if you shut down my bar, it's you I'm coming after to feed my daughter."

I had a four year old daughter at home. At just four years old, Olivia Parker was the cutest thing ever. With crazy curly brown hair, she was my number one fan, and the one person I'd do anything for.

"Just give me a June Bug, why don't you?"

"That I can do for you," I said as I took a glass out and began prepping the drink.

The main phone in the bar rang, and I answered it while still making Graham's drink. "Parker's Tank," I greeted, balancing the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"Oh, Ms. Parker?" the voice of Olivia's daycare teacher, Mrs. Geller, said. "I'm sorry to have to call on your work line, but you weren't answering your cell phone."

I furrowed my eyebrows and nodded when I remembered why my phone wasn't ringing. "I turned it off during the dinner rush so I wouldn't be disturbed." I looked over at the clock on the wall in the danky bar. "Is pick up early today or something? Because it's still only six thirty."

"No, it's not that. We just request that you come pick up Olivia early today."

"Why? Did something happen?" I asked, my heart automatically hammering at the thought of my baby hurt.

"No, but she did bite one of the other children," Mrs. Geller said. "We haven't gotten Olivia to settle down since. She keeps asking for you."

"But...I don't close until nine," I said helplessly. My schedule was usually pretty good with the bar closing at 7 most nights, but on nights like tonight (which was a Friday) business was open later. Fridays were the days that my friend Kalina took home Olivia when they took home her own son Kai, and I would swing by and pick up Olivia from Kalina's. But Kalina was currently still working as well.

I felt a tap on my shoulder, and I looked over to see Jane Porter, one of my employees. Jane and I's arrangement worked out pretty well: Jane loved to drink, and I needed someone to work late nights with me because most of my employees had families of their own. Jane was still pretty young and in need of a job and even though I had come very close to firing her on numerous occasions in the past, I'd still held on to Jane because I thought I saw potential. "If you have to go pick up your little rugrat, I'll lock up."

I shook my head at her. "Jane, I can't let you do that."

"Why not? It's what you pay me for, isn't it?"

"First of all, I've never left you to lock up the bar since that one night that you stayed behind and drank yourself stupid and forgot to lock up the bar, and someone robbed us. Second of all, I pay you to mix drinks, not lock up after my bar."

"Listen, I don't see anyone else offering since everyone hates lock up duty, and you have a kid to go pick up. I don't see any other options," Jane said as she crossed her arms.

I blew air out of my lips. She had me. I turned back to the phone. "Thank you for calling me, Mrs. Geller. I will be there to pick up Liv in a few minutes."

I hung up and took off my apron. "Sorry, Sheriff. Looks like you'll have to arrest me for serving you shady alcohol some other time."

I went to the back room and grabbed my coat and car keys. It was raining, and I pulled up my hood to keep myself dry as I ran to my car.

Why would Liv bite someone? She was never a violent kid. Well, I guess since I taught her that "violence is never the good option" instead of "violence is never the option", I'd brought it on myself. But still, I was going to get an answer out of that kid.

I pulled up to the daycare and ran to the front door. Liv instantly brightened when she saw me walk in the door, and she smiled as she ran over to me. "Mommy!" She cried as she leaped into my arms.

Despite being mad at her for hurting another kid and forcing me to leave work, she was still the light of my life. So, I opened up my arms wide and grabbed her in the tightest hug I could ever give someone. "Hi, baby," I said as I peppered her with kisses.

I stood up and turned to the sign out at the daycare. "Do you have any idea what happened?" I asked the secretary at the front desk.

He shook his head. "Just that she bit someone. That's not like Liv, though."

"I know," I said as I signed it. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jerry."

Jerry waved goodbye to us as I took Liv's hand and began walking to the car with me.

"What's for dinner?" Liv asked as I helped her into the car.

"We'll see," I said as I buckled her safely in. "What do you think about mac and cheese?"

"Ooh, yummy!" She said excitedly as she began to gently kick her feet against the passenger seat.

I couldn't help but laugh at her antics. However, I still had to be the mother. "No kicking the seat, you'll get it dirty," I slightly scolded as I shut her door and went over to the driver's seat. I got in, buckled myself in, and began the short ride to our house.

"Livvy," I started. "Mrs. Geller tells Mommy that you bit someone. Is that true?"

I gave the kid a little credit as she proudly nodded her head. "Yes, I did."

"Want to tell Mommy why?" I asked as we came to a stop light.

Liv shook her head. "No, Mommy. I can't tell you."

"Can't tell Mommy?" I asked with a little pout. "You can tell Mommy anything, you know that."

"I don't want to make Mommy sad," Liv said as we pulled into the driveway.

I got out of my seat and went over to the side that she was on. I opened the door and reached over to unbuckle her seatbelt. "Mommy is sad that you're not telling her. Tell Mommy, and Mommy will feel better."

I helped her out and she began waddling up to our front door. Our house wasn't very big. In fact, it was an attached house. The living room and kitchen were connected, and there were only two bedrooms, Olivia's and mine.

Olivia immediately headed to the TV, but I beat her to it as I stood in front of it defiantly. "No TV until you tell Mommy what happened today."

Olivia huffed but made her way to the couch. She plopped down on it as I sat next to her, waiting to hear what happened.

"Brooke and I were playing House with dollies," Liv started as she played with her hand. "I wanted to play with a mommy doll and a daddy doll, but Brooke took the daddy doll from me."

"Why did Brooke do that?" I asked.

Liv's lower lip wobbled a little as she said, "Brooke said since I don't have a daddy, I don't get to play with a daddy doll."

My heart broke for my little girl. I reached over and wrapped an arm around her, hugging her to me. She took it as a positive sign and crawled into my lap. I cradled her to my chest as I kissed the top of her head. "Brooke should not have said that to you. I'll talk to her parents. I'm sorry she said that to you." I pressed another kiss to her nose. "Do you want to watch some TV while Mommy makes you some dinner?"

Liv nodded as she got off of my lap and sat back down on the couch. I grabbed the television remote and switched on a kids' channel for her to watch. As I got up, I rubbed the top of her head and walked towards the kitchen.

I rubbed my hand over my face as I took out a box of Kraft Dinner. Children could be so cruel sometimes, I honestly couldn't believe it. Hadn't her parents taught her some manners?

Unfortunately, Brooke wasn't lying. Olivia's father had passed before she was born, so she didn't know what it was like to have a father. It was just the two of us, and it will always be the two of us.

My house phone rang, and I grabbed it off of the charger as I answered it. "Parker residence," I said.

"Rosie?" The voice of Henry Mills said into my phone. His voice was very distant too, which meant that he was calling from somewhere far. I was a friend of his mother, Regina AKA the Mayor of Storybrooke (not really a friend per se, but we worked together a lot) and Henry usually watched Olivia whenever I was over at their place working with Regina. I had given him my phone number in case it was ever an emergency and he needed someone.

"Henry?" I asked. "Where are you? I can barely hear you."

"I'm in Boston," He answered. "I'm calling you from a payphone."

"Boston?" I repeated in disbelief. I couldn't help but launch into "protective mother mode"."How the hell did you get to Boston? Why are you in Boston? Does your Mom know you're in Boston?"

"No, she just knows that I'm missing and I don't want you to tell her," Henry said. "I took a bus to get to Boston, and I'm here to find my birth mother."

Oh my God. He went all the way to Boston to find his birth mother? "Henry, get on a bus right now and come home. I'm going to call your Mom."

"No, please don't," Henry begged.

I huffed. I knew Henry had a complicated relationship with Regina, so I took a little pity on him. "If you get on a bus right now and get home in the next hour, I won't go to Regina. If you're not in your home in an hour I'm going straight to your Mom and telling her where you are."

"Okay, thank you," Henry said. "I'll be home soon, I promise."

"One hour Henry," I repeated sternly. "I'm setting a timer."

TBC...

Not much, but I wanted something up! And now that it's up I'll be motivated to do more work on it.

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