I've waited a while to post this but I'm done waiting around so here it is! I've written this chapter about four times because it has gotten deleted almost every time. Hence my hesitation. Enjoy and I hope you'll stick with my story. :)

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That Mischievous Grin

Chapter One

By LoveMeNever

Her head was pounding, there was a ringing in her ears, the brunette woman was lying on her stomach in a haze. The ground was cold and damp she knew it felt like leaves under her so she assumed that she must be in the woods.

She was groggy and couldn't focus on her other senses beside touch. The intensity of the pain just made her queasy. Where am I? What happened? What's my name? It's… Jaime, yeah that's right…

Trying to push the pain in her head and body aside she opened her pale purple eyes also trying to lift her head to look at her surroundings. She just barely managed to see anything before the pain exploded in waves. Her head fell back down roughly.

What she did see was that her assumption about being in the woods was confirmed and it was late. The only thing lighting up the area were stars and the moon.

What the hell happened? Racking her brain for her last memories Jaime remembered talking with a man with almost shoulder length brown hair, dark brown eyes, and she remembered him having a limb and cane.

It hurt way too much to try and recall who the old guy was and how she ended up here so instead her mind completely shut off from those thoughts.

Jaime moved her arms to try to push herself up. That was a mistake. Her back and rib cage were aching so she knew she must have a couple of broken ribs or at least fractured ones.

She groaned as she fought hard against the pain a strangled occasional whimper escaped her lips whilst she tried to get herself upright. Once she was on her knees finally, she gripped at her sides hoping it would ease the pain but alas it did nothing to help.

I'm not bleeding… that's a good sign, I think. She couldn't really think of anyone that would want to do this to her. Sure, she was not the most liked person in Storybrooke but she always kept to herself, for the most part.

Her mind flashed to the impish man. Was it him? Every time she thought about him a feeling of hatred arose within her.

Feeling lightheaded from the blood draining because of her upright position she was in now, she decided she had to get back to town if she wanted to survive. Maybe I can make it to the hospital… hell, I'm not even sure if I can stand let alone walk!

Her mind and body screamed in protest when she tensed up her thigh muscles to stand up. Luckily, there happened to be a tree right behind her so she carefully leaned up against it to give herself support.

Convenient.

The battle trying to stand nearly made her pass out right then and there. With one final push she managed to stand.

Jaime took a hesitant step forward, it hurt like hell but she took another step keeping close to the trees in case she fell over. She was swaying, wobbling, and shaky in the advance towards the direction where she knew the little town called Storybrooke was. It was strange but she could almost smell the scent of the little town.

This whole situation was a little humorous to Jaime. She lived all the way at the farthest end of Storybrooke in the woods and rarely ever went into town unless she really needed something. Or if she was bored she liked to sneak around town and cause all types of trouble.

That was one thing she loved, trouble. It apparently was quite fond of her as well.

On one occasion she went into Granny's and started telling anyone who was listening jokes that made no sense. It was just her way of keeping herself entertained because she knew everyone thought she was crazy already.

All the people in Storybrooke kept their distance and that was the way Jaime liked it most of the time.

Her house and car were both completely paid off so having a job wasn't priority. Her other bills just seemed to be nonexistent, she didn't question it to often. It was assumed that her parents must have left her with some kind of funding to live on.

Who was she to question it?

Occasionally, Jaime might get lonely which is usually when she would go into town to see what was up. Each time, though, no matter who she talked too or saw it never helped the feeling of missing someone.

It was as if Jaime was searching for someone specific to fill the lonely void but she never knew who that may be.

After what felt like hours of walking she reached concrete road never feeling happier to see the dull grey road.

Off in the distance she could see a few street lights, she smirked, and she would have burst into a fit of laughter at herself for being so happy about street lights if she wasn't injured.

Alright, almost there, I can make it! She mentally psyched herself up in order to make the trip. Deep down, though, she knew she would never make the trip at this rate. Especially now that her vision was starting to blur worse than before and her steps got weaker by the second.

Need to stay optimistic! She reminded herself.

The way she was injured didn't really line up with a car accident and she did not think she had been driving when it happened... or at least as far as she knew. Getting to safety was the first priority though. She could sort out everything else after she healed.

Trudging along, not exactly steady, she saw a car turn the corner from the direction of Storybrooke heading her way. In the back of her mind something said not to get her hopes up it felt like a survival instinct. A feeling that she's had ever since she could remember and one that she has always hated.

Particularly because it was a very annoying feeling.

She continued to walk pretending the car wasn't even there. She knew she was being ridiculous and that she should just flag the car down.

What's the worst that could happen? I'm already walking to my death bed.

When it came closer she could have sworn that it slowed down. She turned her head to shield her eyes from the headlights. The car stopped right in front of her.

It was a old beat up, yellow Bug, and out jumped a blonde woman wearing a red leather jacket.

"Oh my god, are you alright?" The blonde asked Jaime who was struggling to keep upright.

Getting a good look at her the blonde saw that her clothes were so dirty that she couldn't really make out what the woman was wearing. Her hair was brown and straight going down to her shoulder blades, they were about the same height and size, but what really caught the blonde's attention were her eyes. In the dark they probably would have looked brown but with her car headlights lighting the area, they were a light purple color.

The blonde wondered if that was the effect of contacts or something.

Jaime would never make it to the hospital alone so she pushed aside her annoying instincts and tried to ask for the blonde's help.

She opened her mouth a few times before actually speaking and even then the blonde could barely hear her, "Hospital?" is all she could make out.

"I'm Emma, I'll get you to a hospital, just hang in there." Emma opened the passenger side door and carefully led the woman inside. She winced when she heard a whimper come from the woman when she sat down on the uncomfortable seats. Emma gave an apologetic look to the woman.

Jaime inhaled sharply, it was intended to be a laugh.

Once they were both in the car Emma drove to the hospital, quickly, but trying to avoid bumps or sharp turns.

The hospital was not very far from where Emma picked Jaime up. Once they got there Emma pulled up to the emergency carport of the hospital. She ran out of the car to retrieve the nurses and doctors to help.

Jaime was now starting to breathe more heavily obviously struggling to stay awake. It was so straining that sweat was starting to roll down her temples. The pain was throbbing everywhere in her body.

She started to get black edges around her line of sight and it was slowly closing in around her surroundings. This is just fantastic.

Without a moment to lose, the paramedics staff was at the car getting her safely and comfortably on a stretcher. Well, comfortably not so much… securely on the stretcher. Jaime hissed when they moved her and almost lost consciousness when she was flat on her back.

Why couldn't they have left me in the car? I was fine there.

Emma thanked the paramedics once the woman was being taken inside and parked her car in the parking lot instead of keeping it where it was in the emergency area.

Once parked, she got out of the car and entered the hospital to ask about the injured woman. She probably wouldn't be able to sleep if she just left her at the hospital not knowing what actually happened to her or if she was going to be okay.

Besides... all this with Henry and Regina, at least now she had a reason to stay for a little while longer.

The woman at the desk greeted her with a smile, "Can I help you?" she said in a chipper voice.

"Uh, yeah, I just dropped someone off in the emergency port. I was just wondering if she'll be okay?" Emma looked around for a sign of a doctor or a nurse to ask while the receptionist looked at her computer then called a number on the phone.

She asked about the injured woman with the person on the other end. Emma tried to hear what they were saying but the phone's volume was too low. The woman hung up the phone and looked at Emma.

"Are you in her immediate family?" Emma was a little taken back. Seriously? I just want to know if she'll be alright.

"No, but I found her in the middle of the road all bruised up and brought her straight here. I just want to know what happened to her or if she'll be okay, I'm not asking to see her or anything." Emma half suspected that Regina could have been capable of this but she quickly pushed that thought aside.

Regina probably doesn't even know who the woman is.

Even though Regina seemed dangerous, Emma was just being paranoid because of Henry. The kid was starting to rub off on her.

"The doctor are working on her but she should recover from her wounds in a couple of weeks. Dr. Whale also said it would be acceptable if you wanted to see her when she woke." The receptionist smiled and turned her attention to the man behind Emma waiting in line.

Emma decided to just wait in the waiting room until the woman woke. Am I being ridiculous, going to all this trouble for someone I don't even know?

An hour later Emma was starting to get bored and was about to leave when a male doctor approached her. He had blonde short hair, tall, and blue eyes.

"Hello, I'm Dr. Whale, your friend is awake if you'd like to see her. She's lucky that you found her when you did, otherwise, she would not be in as good of shape. Are you new in town?" The doctor furrowed his brow in a quizzical look at Emma.

She smiled awkwardly and told him that she was indeed new to town. He nodded, welcomed her to Storybrooke, and then left after he pointed Emma in the right direction.

Emma approached the woman who she "rescued" in the hospital bed. Now that they were in better lighting Emma could make out more facial features.

She was actually quite pretty. Her face was structured in a round shape, although she wasn't chubby or fat in the slightest, if anything she looked a bit under weight. Her lips were average size, her eyebrows seemed to have a natural arch in them, and there was a scar cutting through her right eyebrow.

It was very small, but when she turned to face Emma, she noticed a scar along her jawbone running horizontally. It was only about half an inch in length, still clearly visible. She briefly wondered how they got there.

Those purple eyes stared at Emma, searching her own green eyes, so she tried to say something but the other woman beat her to it.

"I'm sorry if I kept you from something important, but thanks for helping me." Jaime curled her lips, but deep down she really did not feel like getting to know this woman, maybe that was the drugs the hospital had her on talking though. That whole "Don't trust anyone" feeling mixed in with curiosity was always present when she met someone new. It got confusing at times, like two different people living inside her mind.

I swear I'm going to end up a old paranoid hag who lives out in the forest alone… then dies and becomes the haunted ghost story of the town.

"No problem, to be quite honest, I was about to leave Storybrooke but I knew I really shouldn't so you kind of saved me, in a way." Emma heard the tone in Jaime's voice but chose to be friendly anyways.

"You're new in town, right?" Jaime asked after a moment of uncomfortable silence.

"Yeah, I don't think for long though." Emma looked down at her hands. She was going to leave Henry here with Regina but she felt quite dubious with the whole situation. She was not sure what to do. "What's your name, if you don't mind me asking?"

"It's Jaime Foster, what did you say your name was?" Jaime knew the blonde had given her name when she found her on the road but under those circumstances she was not really listening.

"Emma Swan." Emma was going to ask if she needed anything else before she left but Jaime answered that question before it was even asked.

Jaime smiled as best as she could without coming off as ungrateful, because she was grateful just not in any mood to talk. "Thank you… again, for helping me."

"No problem, so it didn't take long for you to wake up. What did the doctors say?"

"Nothing is broken surprisingly, just fractured. They said since it was just fractures there was really nothing they could do besides give me something for the pain." Jaime laughed a bit but instantly regretted it when pain shot through her body. "Apparently they need to up the dosage."

"Well, I'm glad it's nothing too severe. I better go get a room at Granny's before it gets too late, so feel better yeah?" Jaime smirked and nodded.

Emma could tell Jaime wasn't really interested in her company, which was fine, so she said goodbye and left to get an inn room. I guess I will be staying in town for a little while longer.

Back in the hospital a few hours after Emma left, Dr. Whale took a glance in Jaime's room. She was knocked out because of the pain medication.

He went to the wall where a phone was and dialed a number. The phone rang continuously so he was about to hang up when a accented male voiced a "Hello?" on the other end.

"It's Dr. Whale, you said to call if she showed up here, well she was brought here." Dr. Whale waited for a response.

"Who brought her?" The accented voice did not sound very happy.

Dr. Whale realized he did not get Emma's name before they parted after he introduced himself. "It was a stranger, she said she was new to town. I didn't get her name."

"Emma…" The voice chuckled then added, "Keep an eye on Ms. Foster, she has a talent for getting into trouble."

"I will, and Mr. Gold… how did you know she would be here? Did you have something to do with it?" Dr. Whale couldn't help but wonder if he did do something Mr. Gold always seemed like he could make someone disappear if he wanted them too.

"Of course not." Then Mr. Gold replied, "I'll be there shortly."

Author's Note: Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed it, I realize it's a bit slow to start and I apologize for that. Not a whole lot is revealed about Jaime but I promise you get a clearer picture of her in the next few chapters. Reviews/Favorites/PMs/Follows are always appreciated! (In fact, I live off them.) Bye-bye! *waves* :)