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Okay, I'm kind of obsessed with crossovers for some reason. I recently started watching 'Once Upon A Time' on Netflix and finished the whole first season in a week. So this popped into my head. Enjoy!

Penelope sat up in the bed at the inn she and Derek were staying at in Storybrooke, Maine for their honeymoon. Instead of going somewhere normal, she'd begged to go on a road trip up through New England. Next to her Derek was still sound asleep on his belly, a soft snore escaping his mouth. She giggled and kissed the top of his bald head. The entire year they'd been dating she'd never once heard him snore.

"I hope you didn't think I actually snore," he mumbled sleepily. He sat up and gave her a lazy grin before pulling her into a tender kiss that gradually turned more heated. Pulling away momentarily, he asked, "What time is it?"

She glanced at the old clock on the wall that was old wood decorated with swirling patterns and sighed. "My, my," she said dramatically. "It's after eleven right now. We've slept away half the day already." She rose from her place on the bed and heard her husband's grunt of protest.

"I don't mind spending the whole day in bed if you don't," he purred, stretching out and patting the space next to him. He waggled his eyebrows at her. "I think we're the only guests in this place, so if we want to start making all sorts of…noise, I think we can go right on ahead and do it."

"Oh, Hot Stuff," she purred right back. "I think we should at least try to make an appearance. Besides, I want to take a look around. This place looks like a lot of fun."

"If by fun you mean headboard banging, filthy, wonderful lovemaking," he said, "then I'm all for it." Laughing, she began to throw on a sexy pink thong and matching bra. He groaned. "Baby, if you're going to throw those lovely pieces of lingerie, can you at least give me a little something?" She shook her hips in response and turned around to give him a coy smile. "You're trying to kill me. I just know it." But he eventually got out of bed and wrapped his arms around her from behind, placing a kiss on her sweet-smelling neck. "I love you…Mrs. Morgan," he murmured.

Penelope turned around to wrap her arms around his neck and kissed his lips softly. "Love you right back," she whispered. Looking down at her lack of clothing, she added, "And now we have to get dressed. I want to go try out that diner. Granny's I think it's called."

"Then let's get going," he said, giving her bottom a swat as she went to throw clothes on.

When they were both dressed and headed out the door, they made the short walk to the diner and looked around the streets. In front of the diner there was a classic yellow Bug parked and blonde woman dressed in a red leather jacket and tall brown boots was stepping out of it. She caught sight of the Morgans and waved at them. Though she smiled, Derek noted that she was looking at them with distrust in her eyes. "Hi there," she said.

"Hey," Derek said, keeping his arm firmly around Penelope's waist. He looked at the woman not knowing whether or not she could be dangerous.

"I'm Emma Swan, Sheriff of Storybrooke," she said, extending her hand to shake Derek's and then Penelope's.

Penelope nodded and gave her the bright smile she gave everyone new she met. "I'm Penelope Morgan and this is my husband Derek. We're on our honeymoon right now and I wanted to do a New England thing instead of a cruise or something normal like that because that's –"

Derek put his hand over his wife's mouth and laughed at her. "Well, this is my motormouth wife," he said. "We were just going to get something to eat. The food any good here?" He jerked his thumb in the direction of the diner.

Emma nodded, her body language loosening up. "Yeah, it's really good," she said, gesturing for them to follow her inside. They entered the diner together and Emma waved to a beautiful girl dressed in tiny red shorts and red ribbons tying two pigtails in bows. "Hey Ruby," she called. She gestured to Penelope and Derek and said, "We've got some visitors in Storybrooke. They're on their honeymoon."

Ruby looked at them with bright eyes all of the sudden and smiled widely. "You're from out of town? I've never even left Storybrooke and I'm just wondering what it's like out there."

Penelope gave her an equally radiant grin and said, "Well, if you have some time later maybe we could sit down and have a chat. I can tell you all sorts of things."

"Really?" Her face was ecstatic. "I would love that."

"Let's get some food first," Derek said. "Talk later." He pulled Penelope in the direction of a table and she shot Ruby an apologetic look signaling that they could talk later. As they sat down, Derek took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "You were right. This is better than the Caribbean."

She grinned triumphantly at him and said, "I know. Always trust a Goddess' word."

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Mary-Margret entered Granny's for her Saturday lunch with Emma when she noticed the visitors. The man was holding the woman's hand and they were chatting easily with each other. On the woman's finger was a glittering diamond ring and she got the distinct impression that they were newlyweds. She sighed and sat down where Emma was and huffed. "Hey," she said tiredly.

"Hey," Emma said, frowning as she looked at her. "You okay?" she asked. "You look upset."

Sighing again, she shook her head and nodded. "Yeah, I'm fine," she said. "I'm just a little tired."

"Are you thinking of David?" Emma asked quietly so no one else could hear her. As Mary-Margret was about to protest, Emma cocked a blonde eyebrow at her and said, "You've got that look in your eyes. I can tell you're thinking about him."

Bowing her head and nodding, she said, "Okay, fine. I'm thinking about David. But I'm really trying hard to forget about him. Really I am." Nodding her head towards the two coffee mugs with whipped cream covered in cinnamon, she asked, "Please tell me one of those is for me."

Emma smiled and nodded. "Of course," she said, sliding the cup over towards her. Her eyes drifted to the door that had just opened and she smiled. "Hey Henry," she said, waving at him. "What's going on kid?" He sat down next to his mother and she rubbed his arm.

He smiled brilliantly. "Hey Emma, hey Ms. Blanchard," he said. "I'm glad I cau –" Before he continued, his voice stopped short and his eyes went wide as he stared at the visitors to Storybrooke. "When did they get here?" he demanded, shaking Emma's shoulder. "How long have they been here?"

Mary-Margret frowned. "Is everything okay Henry?" Emma nodded in agreement and they shared a concerned glance.

Pulling out his book of fairytales from his black backpack, he slammed it on the table, shaking it on its legs. Flipping it open, he scoured the pages until he found what he was looking for. Pointing to a drawing of two people wrapped in each other's arms and staring lovingly into the other's eyes, he said, "It's them! They're here!" Then he looked up at the two strangers to Storybrooke and grinned broadly. "They made it!"