A/N:

Facts about this fic:

1.) It will go through all seasons with a few changes.

2.) It will be progressing slowly because I really need time to develop the relationships between the characters and get more and more hyped to write more.:-)

3.) The pairings from canon will remain the same.

4.) Ris is partrayed by Troian Belissario.

5.) English is not my first language, so be sure to point out nay mistakes in vocabulary and grammar.

6.) There is some swearing in there. Nothing TOO bad though.

7.) Hope you enjoy!:-)

Chapter 1

Henry Mills was too absorbed in his book to even notice that the bus arrived in Boston. He looked out of the window with a smile on his face, realizing that his life would change at last. All he needed to do was find the savior, who also happened to be his biological mother, and the curse would be finally broken. All the fairytale characters would remember who they really were, and the Evil Queen, who also happened to be his adopted mother would be defeated.

He was really exited to meet Emma. He wanted to meet her since the day he found out the definition of the word "adopted". He just hoped that she would believe him and accept to come to Storybrooke with him.

"That a good book?" Henry snapped out of his thoughts and looked over to the lady who asked him.

"This, is more than just a book." he replied proudly, with a cheerful smile. The lady laughed in amusement, obviously thinking that his exitement was cute and childish. Dissapointed, Henry turned away and waited for the bus to stop.

Henry started searching for a cab as soon as he got out of the vehicle. Thankfully he had taken Mary Margaret's credit card and he wouldn't have to walk all the way to Emma's appartment.

He knocked on the window of the first cab he found. The driver looked at him curiously as he lowered the window.

"You take credit cards?" asked Henry.

The driver hesitated, noting that Henry barely looked eleven years old, but he nodded as he let Henry inside the car. Henry grinned in victory. It was time to meet his mother.

"Screw you, you son of a bitch!" yelled Clarissa Silver at the bus driver as he drove away, even though he wouldn't hear her since the bus was already out of her sight. She had been running for half an hour to get to the bus stop in time, and when she finally thought she had made it, the damn idiot just took off. The worst part was that he saw her running, waving her hand and telling him to wait, but he kept driving anyway.

She stood at the bus stop for at least five minuites, just swearing and muttering curses for her bad luck. She must've looked like a crazy person. People were giving her worried glances, as if she just escaped the asylum.

"What? Never seen a woman in despair before? Take a picture!" she yelled. She knew that her behavior would only confirm that she was crazy but she didn't really care. It was her best friend's 28th birthday and she wouldn't miss it for the world. Emma was forced to spend her last birthday alone because Clarissa, or Ris as she prefered, was off to college. But since she quit college about a month ago, there was no excuse for her to miss her only friend's special day. Yes, Emma was actually Ris's only friend. She wasn't shy. But she always said the wrong things to the wrong people. And obviously no one appreciated that. Not that she cared anyway. Emma was the only friend she needed. They were both loners so it didn't take long for them to find common ground.

Ris took her phone out of her purse to inform Emma of her whereabouts. Right when she was about to hit the call button, the phone died.

"Stupid piece of crap..." muttered Ris. Great. Now she couldn't even call a cab. She looked around to see if she could spot one. There didn't appear to be one in sight. But as she took another closer look, she spotted something so much better, which made her stare for a while longer than she should. A gorgeous black Kawasaki with an equally gorgeous rider getting off of it. She always had a thing for motorcycles but could never really afford one. She had entertained the idea of stealing one but never gathered enough courage to actually do it. But at that moment she had found the perfect excuse to do so. If she kept telling herself that getting to Emma was an absolute emergency, maybe she'd even end up feeling justified for what she was about to do.

She quickly fixed her hair and untied them from her ponytail after undoing the first few buttons of her shirt before she approached the rider with a confident smile. She had seen a scenario like this play out in enough comedies to know the steps by heart. According to the smirk that appeared on his face when he saw her stepping towards him, it wouldn't be that hard to take his attention away from the keys that he had just put in his jacket's pocket.

And she was right.

She silently thanked all of the cheap TV shows she had decided to watch while she was in London as she slipped her hand inside the guy's jacket pocket. They proved to be of big help. The guy only realised what was going on when she quickly pulled away from him and got on the bike. She turned the key as fast as she could and took off on full speed. She tried not to laugh too much as she heard the sucker yelling at her from where she left him and calling her names.

"You should've kept your hands to yourself, sucker." she muttered as she sped up even more. According to the clock tower on her right, it was already nine o'clock. Emma's birthday would no longer be in three hours. She had to speed up.

"Come on, pick up..." muttered Emma Swan at her phone as she called Ris for the second time. She never thought she would be that desperate for someone to talk to, she was always able to keep calm. Even when that jackass from the date implied that she knew nothing about family. He got off too lightly if you'd ask her...

But this... A ten year old kid just barges in her apartment on her birthday, claiming to be the son she gave up for adoption about ten years ago. She didn't know what to do. So she asked for a minuite to go to her bathroom and she called the first and only person that came in her mind. Her only current friend, Clarissa Silver.

"You've reached Ris. I am obviously in no mood for talking. You know what to do." said the voicemail.

"Dammit Ris..." said Emma through gritted teeth.

She placed her phone on the sink and took a deep breath. She didn't need Ris to deal with this, she could do it by herself. She had managed this long while Ris was studying in London.

"Do you have any juice?" said the kid, whose name was apparently Henry. Emma sighed in frustration. Yes, she had managed this long, but not in a situation like this. How the hell was she supposed to speak with the kid she gave up ten years ago?

"Never mind! Found some." said Henry.

Emma took another deep breath before she exited her bathroom. The kid was casually sitting on her counter drinking her juice. She tried to come up with something to say but no words escaped her mouth.

"You know, we should propably get going." said Henry.

Emma was about to ask where the hell they would go in the middle of the night. But her entry phone interrupted her. She silently thanked whoever decided to visit her. Whoever it was, they had just saved her from having to face Henry alone.

"Yeah... Excuse me, I have to get this." she said to Henry. The boy waved his hand carelessly as he took another sip of the juice bottle.

Emma rushed to see who she was expecting.

"Hello?" she said when she picked the entry phone.

"Open up Swan, it's me." said a voice which Emma would recognise anywhere.

"Ris?"

"No, it's the Easter Bunny."

Yeah, it surely was Ris. But why? Shouldn't she be at campus?

Emma let her in the building and waited for her to ring the appartment's doorbell.

"You were expecting someone?" said Henry from his spot in the kitchen.

"Looks like today is the day of unexpected visitors." said Emma, still not facing him.

"Who was it?"

"Keep drinking kid. Keep drinking."

Henry nodded in agreement and he kept going on about his mission to empty the contents of the bottle. It was half finished when Ris rang the bell. Emma opened the door and was shocked to hear a loud bang. She jumped back, as a million tiny confettis fell in front of her.

"That's it? The store runner owes me at least five bucks!" said Ris when the confetti was all on the floor. Emma didn't know what surprised her the most. The fact that Ris had a bike helmet on one hand, or the fact that Ris was actually there.

Ris dropped the empty confetti canon and finally looked at Emma with a happy grin.

"Happy birthday Swan!" she said.

Emma raised an eyebrow, expecting an explanation from her friend. Ris remained where she was, not planning to give her one. She was still waiting for a reaction.

"Is this the awkward moment when you have a hot naked guy in your room and I interrupted right when he was about to sho..."

"No!" yelled Emma, disgusted. There was after all a kid in her house. She might as well not let him hear Ris's filthy thoughts.

Ris sighed in relief as she pushed past Emma and barged straight inside the appartment, much like Henry had a few minuites ago.

"Ris, I'm not alone." said Emma but Ris didn't listen. She didn't even notice Henry. She just dumped her helmet on the couch and then sat herself, crossing her legs and making herself at home.

"Tell me you have some beer." she said. She really looked like she needed one.

"No." replied Emma.

"Wine?

"Not that either."

"Do you at least have some juice?"

"Over here!" said Henry from the counter, raising the juice bottle for her to see. Ris threw Emma a questioning look before she turned her head to face the owner of the voice. She surely did not expect to see a ten year old boy sitting on the counter as if he just came home. Ris stood up slowly, as if questioning whether she was seeing things, and she turned to Emma.

"Can I ask you something?" she said.

"I wonder what that could be." said Emma sarcastically.

"When did you adopt a kid and why didn't you tell me?"

"Actually, she is my birth mother." said Henry innocently.

"Processing information..." muttered Ris. She got to the counter and practically grabbed the juice bottle from Henry's hands.

"Scratch my last question. You had a kid the entire time?"

"I gave him up for adoption ten years ago."

"Then what is he doing here?"

"I'm right here. And my name is Henry" said Henry, tired of being refered to as "the kid".

"Alright, Henry. Please enlighten me." said Ris.

"I need her to come home with me." he said. He then turned to Emma. "Will you?"

"Uh, no. But I am calling the cops." said Emma and picked her phone.

"And I'll tell them that you two kidnapped me." said Henry.

"Hey, don't drag me into this! I didn't fly from London, drive a thousand miles on a stolen motorcycle just to get arrested anyway." said Ris.

"You stole a... You know what? Nevermind. He's not gonna do it anyway." said Emma as she dialed the number to call the cops.

"You think I won't do it?" asked Henry.

"I know you won't, kid."

"Try me."

"You are pretty good. But here is the thing. There is not a lot I'm great at in life, but I have one skill."

"And here we go with the superpower." muttered Ris, having heard about Emma's superpower about a million times.

"Superpower?" asked Henry.

"Yup. I can tell when anyone is lying. And you kid, are." said Emma and pressed the call button.

"Wait." said Henry. "Please don't call the cops. Please, come home with me."

Emma didn't know what to do. She didn't want to call the cops. How could she when the kid was practically begging her to go with him? Even the most cruel person would be affected by his adorable face. But there was also Ris. She came from London to Boston just to celebrate her birthday with her. She couldn't just leave her behind.

"I could drive you home on the bike I stole." said Ris. That statement got Emma to speak again.

"What? Are you insane? A ten year old on a motorcycle? And a stolen one too?" she yelled. Ris started to laugh. Emma was most certainly not amused.

"What's so funny?"

"I was just testing your motherly instincts. You just made my day." said Ris while still laughing. Henry was smiling as well. Emma rolled her eyes at her friend's immaturity.

"Whatever. Where is your home, kid?"

"Storybrooke Maine." said Henry.

"Congrats to whoever came up with the name." said Ris.

"Yeah, seriously? Storybrooke?" said Emma.

Henry nodded. Emma hesitated, but she knew she had to take him home to his family. She looked at Ris apologetically.

"I'm sorry. I know it must have been a tiring journey from London. But I have to take him to his parents." she said.

"Swan, what are you talking about? Who said I'm staying behind?" said Ris, as if it was obvious that she was coming along.

"You have to get back to campus as soon as possible. You can't waste any more time."

"I dropped out of college a month ago. So I belive I have plenty of time for a road trip."

"You dropped out of college?"

Ris nodded. Emma wasn't even surprised about this. Of course Ris would drop out of college during her second year. She just couldn't act like the twenty one years old woman she was and just attend her classes.

"Alright then. Let's get you back to Storybrooke." she said and went in her room to get ready for their journey, while Henry was smilling in victory for reasons she and Ris would find out soon.