What You've Never Looked For - Part 1
AU Teenage Emma/Regina. Emma, sick of being tossed around from one foster home to another, runs away and finds herself in Storybrooke in the company of Regina.
Emma had packed her duffle bag full of everything that she owned. It wasn't much, by any means, and she could carry every bit of it. She waited at the bus stop with the money that she had stolen from her most recent foster mom – she was not proud of this at all, but it was the only way that she would be able to get out of Boston for good.
How can a couple be so happy to have her as their child, and then realize that she just isn't worth their time anymore? Sure, they had just had their own baby by some miracle, but that shouldn't mean that she would be wanted any less. Emma wasn't sad, she was just numb. Feelings were not something that she would ever let run her life.
The bus pulled up and Emma gave the driver the ticket that she had bought at the station. She found an empty seat and put her bag on the ground and sat down with her back against the window and her feet propped up on the chair next to her and fell asleep.
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Emma woke with a start still in the same position that she fell asleep in on the bus. She had no idea how long she had been asleep for and even less of a clue where she was. The bus was pulling off of the highway and drove down a one lane road with very few lights. They finally passed a sign that said "Storybrooke, Maine" and the bus pulled over.
Emma thought that this would be as good of a place as any to get off. So, she grabbed her bag and walked out of the front door saying a polite "Thank you," to the bus driver as she passed. No one else got off, which made Emma very curious as to where she had ended up at.
Emma continued walking down the road as the bus turned around and headed back towards the highway. The road was surrounded by thick trees on both sides which made Emma a little uneasy.
She continued walking when she heard a twig snap behind her. She turned around with a start to see a girl about her age with long black wavy hair and olive skin. She was looking down and holding her arm as if she had just been badly hurt.
Emma dropped her bag and ran over to her. The girl lifted her head to look up at her and Emma noticed her brown eyes seemed glazed over and expressionless. She didn't know what this girl was doing out here so late at night seemingly by herself, but now wasn't the time to ask.
"Who are you?" The girl asked as Emma put her arm around her to help carry her.
"Emma. " She replied as the two of them hobbled down the road presumably towards town. "Who are you?"
"Regina."