Story: Emma and Ella
Chapter: New Beginnings
Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time characters are not mine!
A/N: This is another story I wrote a while ago and decided to start to share. I have more written and if you liked it, let me know and I will add another chapter. Hope you like!
Emma and Ella
Chapter 1: New Beginnings
Emma has a younger twin sister named Ella. Emma was born five minutes early and Charming ran her to the wardrobe, not aware that his wife was having twins. Ella was born and since the Evil Queen didn't know about her, she wasn't frozen in the curse. She continued to grow even though the town was stuck at the same age.
Mary Margaret woke up in Storybrooke and went out to work like any other day when she found a baby on her doorstep. She took the baby in and later adopted her.
Ella grew up in Storybrooke. After awhile she realized she was the only one aging. She also started to see the uncanny resemblance she had to her adopted mother. The only thing that didn't match was her eyes. Ella's were blue unlike her mom's green eyes and her hair.
Ella began to search for her father when she was 11. She was convinced that the town was cursed and Mary Margaret was actually her mom. Her mom had found an old book called Once Upon A Time that she gave to Ella. It hadn't taken long for Ella to begin to believe in all the stories it told including that her Mary Margaret was Snow White. The only thing she didn't understand was that she was found no where in the book. Snow White and Prince Charming had a girl named Emma. Emma was taken to the wardrobe to escape the curse. There was no other child...there was no mention of a second child.
*****OUAT*****
At the hospital with Mary Margaret's 5th grade class that included Ella.
Ella had almost lost hope in finding Prince Charming, that she hoped was also her real father. She always wanted a father. She loved her mom, but she never had a dad and she wanted to know what it would be like.
She wandered through the patients and came to a room at the back that just had one patient. She quietly snuck in the room to see a blond haired man laying in the bed. She gasped before pulling out the storybook. She quickly turned to the picture that showed Prince Charming's face. She touched the scar on the page before slowly walking towards the man. She looked at his face and found the same scar.
"Ella!" Snow whispered yelled and Ella jumped. "You shouldn't be in here."
Ella looked back at the man with all the machines connected to him. "What's wrong with him?"
"He's in a coma, Ella. He's been like this since as long as I can remember."
"He can come out of it, right?" Ella asked in concern.
"I hope so, but I wouldn't count on it. Come on, we better get going." Snow said softly as she made her way back to the door.
Ella looked back down and tentatively touched the man's hand. "Wake up." She whispered.
When he didn't wake up, she started to walk away disappointed, but as she did the machines started beeping so she turned around to see that the man had moved his hand, the hand that she touched. "He's waking up!" Ella said in excitement.
Before she could turn to her mom, a bunch of hospital staff were rushing into his room and her mom was pulling her out of the room.
"Wait! We need to..." Ella started.
"Ella, it's none of our business. Let the hospital staff help him." Snow said as she pulled Ella away from the room and back to the class.
Ella never found out what the man's name was and if he actually woke up until a half a year later when a newspaper article came out about the man, David Nolan.
It had taken a few weeks for David to wake up from the coma. At first he remembered nothing of his life and was freaked out about all the machines and strange instruments, but after a visit from the mayor, he remembered he was David Nolan. He was recently divorced from Kathryn Nolan because he wanted a family and she didn't. It took a few months for David to regain his strength and recover from the coma he had been in, but he was finally released to leave the hospital.
It read in the newspaper that David was planning on finding a job and fostering a child. He always wanted a family so he wasn't going to wait any longer to have one.
Ella slammed down the paper. He didn't need to foster a child! He had a child right here in Storybrooke, she was his child (she now fully believed that he was her Dad despite her not being in the book).
6 months later...
Emma was a 12-year-old (almost 13) that was harden to the idea that she would ever get her happy ending. All she ever wanted was her real parents to show up and take her home with them, but that never happened.
Emma had been in and out of foster homes since she was three. She had been adopted when she was a baby, but her adopted parents sent her back when they got pregnant with their own baby. She was no stranger to moving so this time was no different. She was going to a town called Storybrooke to live with a David Nolan. She knew this home would be temporary just like all the rest. Nothing ever changed.
They pulled up to a little white house with blue shutters that wasn't much too look at, but it was well kept and cute.
"Emma, I think you will really like David. He's a great guy." Her social worker told her.
Emma grunted. She had heard that before.
"Please give him a chance. He really wants a kid and I think you two will be perfect for each other."
Emma didn't believe her, but didn't argue with her. She learned not to have expectations or at least not to have high expectations of foster parents. Then she couldn't be disappointed when they weren't what she had expected.
"Come on, let's go."
Emma grabbed her beaten up backpack and her black trash bag that she was given to put her things in, even though she only had a couple of things.
They rang the doorbell and the door opened quickly to reveal a tall blonde man that seemed very excited that they were there.
"You must be Mrs. Delarosa." He said as he stretched out his hand to shake her hand.
"Yes, and you must be David Nolan." She said as she shook his hand.
"It's nice to meet you." David said kindly before looking at the little blonde girl, he assumed was Emma. "And you must be Emma." He said softly as he put out his hand for her to shake it.
Emma stiffened at the gesture and looked at him in uncertainty, but then tentatively took his hand to shake. David smiled widely at her and she almost smiled back, almost.
"Come on in. I'll give you a tour of the place. It's small, but it's clean." David told them as he shut the door behind them.
"Through here is the kitchen." David said as he brought them to the kitchen which was small with a little breakfast nook with a table. "Over here is the living room." The living room had a small TV, a couch, a couple of chairs, a coffee table, not much else.
There was also a dining room that was rarely used.
"Upstairs, will be where your room is Emma." David said softly as he led them upstairs.
Emma was expecting a dinky little room that didn't have much in it at all. She normally had to share a room with other foster kids so it would be nice to not share her room at least.
"It's not much, but we can change it however way you want." David warned before opening the door and letting Emma walk in first.
Emma couldn't believe it. It was so nice. There was a full size bed with a white fluffy comforter with purple plush blanket on the end of the bed. There were side tables on either side of the bed. There was a dresser, desk and a closet. She would never have enough clothes to fill them. The best part of the room was by the window. There was a window seat that was patted in dark purple cushions with a couple of decorative pillows on it. There was a lamp and even a book shelf with a few books on it. It was amazing.
"What do you think Emma?" Her social worker asked with a smile.
"It's...great." Emma said truthfully. She loved it.
David smiled.
"Emma, why don't you settle in while David signs a few papers?"
Emma nodded, knowing the drill.
After they left, she allowed herself to smile. She had never had a room this nice. From what she could tell this was the nicest room in the house. It actually was decorated unlike the rest. It was painted a light purple color with a few picture frames on the walls. She dropped her things and went to the desk and saw that it was stocked with paper, pens, and pencils and anything else she'd need. She couldn't believe how prepared it was.
As Emma looked around, a little thought came into her head..."maybe this time would be different."
It took work and time, but after two weeks of living together, Emma and David made things work for them. Emma secretly respected David even if he had certain rules that most her foster parents did not have, like needing to know where and who she was with all the time. She actually didn't mind the rule most of the time...
Today was the first day of school at Storybrooke Middle School. She was going into 6th grade. David had insisted on buying her new clothes and new supplies to start the year off. She told him it wasn't necessary, but he insisted so now she had triple the amount of clothes then what she came with. He also got her a new pair of boots, a red leather jacket that she liked, and a pair of tennis shoes. She had never been so prepared for the first day of school.
"Ready, Em?" David asked as he saw Emma coming downstairs with her backpack. David was taking her to Granny's for breakfast as a celebration meal before her first day of school.
"Yeah." Emma said with a nod.
David smiled as he put his jacket on.
"So am I just walking home from school?" Emma asked.
"No, I'll come pick you up after school and you can stay at the station with me till I get off." David told her as he ushered her out of the door and to the truck.
"David, you don't have to do that. I can walk or even ride the bus." Emma said not wanting to be a bother.
"I know, but first the week I'd rather drive you. Next week, if you are comfortable with it, you can ride the bus to and from school and then walked to the station from there." David told her honestly.
Emma nodded, thinking no other foster parent ever cared this much about her feelings.
After eating at Granny's, David drove Emma to Storybrooke Middle School and walked her into the office.
"You will be in Ms. Blanchard's class for homeroom. Here is a list of your schedule. Your locker number is 88 and it is located right across from your homeroom. Here is your lock. There are instructions on the back, along with the combination. If you have any questions you can ask any of your teachers and they'd love to help you."
David helped Emma find her locker that was across from her room 116 that was her homeroom. He helped her with her lock and showed her how to use it. He even helped her memorize the combination.
"Here's your first class. It looks like it's English." David said softly as they stood in front of the room. David noticed how nervous Emma looked so he decided to go in with her to meet the teacher to help her feel more comfortable.
He knew of Ms. Blanchard and her daughter, but he had never met them. They walked to an empty room besides the teacher at her desk and one student at her desk.
"Mom, it isn't that I don't like you being my teacher, but the other kids call me the teacher's pet because I'm your daughter. Did you have to move up with me? Wait-are you going to move up with me every year?!" Ella asked in shock, unaware of David and Emma.
"Oh calm down Ella..." Snow said before looking up from her desk to see they had company. "Oh excuse us, I didn't see you come in. My name is Ms. Blanchard."
Ella was turning red as she realized that someone else over heard her conversation.
"Nice to meet you Ms. Blanchard. I'm David Nolan" Ella had snapped up to look over at the man, who was putting an hand on a blonde girl's shoulder. "And this is Emma Swan. She will be in your first period English class."
Ella was shocked. Emma?! Could she be the Emma from the book? The daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming?! The Savior? She then realized Emma was staying with her Dad (she was totally convinced he was her Dad now) and she didn't really like that. If she was honest with herself, she was jealous. She wanted to live with her Dad, but now Emma got to! It was totally unfair!
"Ella!" Her mom called to her again and she realized she had been lost in her thoughts. "Come over here please."
Ella rolled her eyes which didn't go unnoticed by anyone in the room. Her mom gave her a look to cut it out. She got up and came over to them.
"This is my daughter, Ella. Ella, this is Emma." Ms. Blanchard introduced the girls.
"Hi, it's nice to meet you, Emma." Ella said politely, but wasn't too sure she liked her 'sister' yet.
"Hi." Emma said shyly. She hated meeting new people.
"Ella can help you today. The whole class has the same schedule so it should be easy to get to all your classes, but Ella can help you. You will start and end your day in my class. If you have any questions, you can ask me or Ella." Ms. Blanchard said kindly.
"That should be very helpful, thank you Ms. Blanchard." David said, genuinely thankful. He really like Ms. Blanchard. He had never met anyone like her before. She was so incredible kind.
"It's no problem, I'm looking forward to having Emma in my class." Mary Margaret said as she shyly avoided his eyes.
"Ella, why don't you show Emma around the building and show her where all her classes will be. You two still have 15 minutes before class starts." Mary Margaret suggested.
Ella nodded.
"Alright, I should be going. It was really nice meeting you both." David said kindly.
"Emma, I'll pick you up outside the front doors. Have a good day, Em." David said softly as he looked down at her.
"Okay." Emma said with just a hint of nervousness that only David could see.
He gave her an encouraging smile, but then frowned when he realized he forgot one thing! "I forgot to make you your lunch!" David panicked.
"David, I don't need a lunch. I'm fine." Emma said seriously and Ms. Blanchard frowned.
"Yes you do." David said seriously, before turning to Ms. Blanchard. "How much is school lunches?"
"They are two dollars, but we also have al cart lunch that varies, but normally the kids can get lunch for 3 dollars there."
David was already pulling out his wallet. "Here, get whatever you want, but just make sure you eat something." David handed her a five dollar bill.
"David, that's too much." Emma started to protest.
David just gave her a look before responding. "You can keep the change. Have a good day, sweetie."
Emma smiled softly before heading out of the room with Ella.
"She seems like a really nice girl."
"She is, but she is used to being in rough homes. I'm trying my best to give her a good one." David said as he turned back to Ms. Blanchard.
"It looks like your doing a good job." Mary Margaret said.
"Thanks and it was very nice to meet you, Ms. Blanchard." David said softly.
"You can call me, Mary Margaret, Mr. Nolan."
David smiled softly, "Alright, Mary Margaret, but please call me David."
"I will." Mary Margaret said with a shy smile.
David nodded before heading to the door.
"Mr. I mean David, would you and Emma, like to come over for dinner tonight? I know it must be hard for Emma coming to a new school and town, it might be nice for her and Ella to get to know each other." Mary Margaret said, with a new found boldness.
David was pleased to say the least and didn't hesitated to accept. "We would love to."
"Alright, see you at 6:30."
"See you then, Mary Margaret." David said with a charming smile.
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"So here is the cafeteria. We will eat here in 6th period. Anything else you'd like to see?" Ella said kindly, despite her feelings.
"No, I should be fine." Emma said quietly.
Ella nodded. "It's not too big of school, but most of the kids are nice and the teachers are nice too."
Emma and Ella started walking back to the room, but halfway to the room, Ella had to ask her new found sister a question.
"So David's like your Dad?"
"I don't have a dad. David is my foster parent." Emma snapped.
"But he's your foster Dad." Ella said.
"I told you I don't have a dad. I'm an orphan." Emma snapped again.
"Got it." Ella said sarcastically.
"You know, you seem nice in all, but I don't really do friends. It just makes it easier when I eventually leave." Emma said in frustration. She wasn't normal and she had done this so many times that having someone try to be nice just because they had to was really annoying.
Ella rolled her eyes. "Fine."
Emma rolled her eyes too.
If anyone else saw them, they would think they looked like twins besides the different colored hair and eyes.
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