Henry Mills sat in the middle of the park, wondering about his plan.

Would it work?

Will she believe him?

The roar of an engine interrupted his thoughts.

"Hey Henry." A red haired woman stopped before him. He gave her a smile as she held out a letter. Confused, he took the envelope.

"Why would I get a letter?" He asked the woman, who sheepishly withdrew with a quick, 'I've got to go.' Still dumbfounded, he opened the letter and found there was no signature except for a horse shoe. He then knew it was from Cecilia. She was always so shy and wouldn't talk to Henry in public because she didn't want to have to deal with his mom (who would magically pop up every time Cecilia tried to talk to him.)

Reading the note quickly, he packed up his things so he could put his plan in motion. He paused for a moment, looking from his book to the woman down the street, handing a letter to August Booth. She gave him a slight nod before getting back on her motorcycle and driving off. Henry was pretty good at figuring out who everyone was, but for some reason, Cecilia didn't register. Where was her story in the book?

He shook his thoughts off because it was getting dark.

Maybe one day he would figure it out.

Cecilia's POV

I sighed as I dropped off a package at Paige's house. I froze when I heard the door behind me open and a pair of arms gripped around my waist.

"Cecilia!" I turned to the little girl with a smile hidden behind my helmet. She began to pull me towards the door. "I was just about to have a tea party!" she cried. Her mom appeared in the doorway and apologized for her actions.

"It's fine," I told her. Bending down to eye level with Paige, I lifted up my visor. "I have a few more delivers to make, but tomorrow the office is closed. So how about I come back then?" Paige pouted but nodded.

"And you'll bring cake?"

"Paige!" Her mother scolded her.

"I will," I replied. I waved goodbye before getting on my motorcycle and took off. I don't know why, but whenever I'm there at her house, I feel like I'm being watched. But I also feel like that at home sometimes. I told Mary Margret, she said I was just being paranoid. Listening to her, I try to ignore the feeling in my stomach.

Continuing, I dropped off the last letter to the mayors office. I handed it to the secretary before heading home. I was caught by the unpleasant sight of Mr. Gold, standing in my small post office. He never really came to the post office himself. I cringed as I slipped behind the counter.

"Mr. Gold, how may I help you?" Taking off my helmet and placing it on an empty rack, I turned to him. On the counter was a box.

"I need you to deliver this."

"The office is closed tomorrow, so it will be on Monday," I told him. He nodded and began to leave. I looked at the address and I realized I didn't recognize it. "Wait, where is this?"

"You'll find it," was all he said before he left. I thought I had been to everyone's home, but this address was strange. Picking the brown box up, I placed it on the shelves and tried to shake this uncomfortable feeling. I wasn't afraid of Mr. Gold, but at the same time I was. I felt if I got too close to him, I would have an allergic reaction to him. Maybe it's just the paranoia that his name is gold and I'm allergic to it.

Shaking those thoughts away, I closed up the office before going into my downstairs kitchen. I found myself looking out of the kitchen window to the other houses on the street. I assumed most families were having supper now, something I guess I should do too. I took the left overs from my meal at Granny's Diner and heated them up. It was strange, but I never ate much. It would feel like I wasn't really eating or swallowing anything. After I finished eating, I heard a low whinny. Odin was outside, waiting for me to brush through his mane. What a strange horse he was.

I then spent more of the evening with Odin, till I saw it was 11. Going up stairs, I didn't want to sleep. I was afraid that I would have a nightmare. Staring out the window, I watched the stars. The moon was hanging in a crescent. Touching the thin line of a scar around my neck, I fell into bed, hoping to have a good night's rest for once.

This is the story I want someone to write, or even help me write. Finals for college in a few weeks and I feel drained, and I have the hiccups.

Not much about my Oc Cecilia, but you'll see

PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE... yeah

Here is the original plea

Ummm... can anyone write me a fanfiction about Once Upon A Time with my new character Cecilia as the main character... I'll give you info... I'm just really busy with college and work but I really want to have a story about it.

Also, does anyone know about any good HatterxOC stories from Once Upon A Time? I've checked Fanfiction but they don't have much. Please, anyone. I never ask for much but...