AN:This story is a crossover between Once Upon a Time, Buffy: The Vampire Slayer & Angel, and Enchanted. Since you can only pick two categories for a crossover, I picked the two that included the main characters for my story, but all three verses are equally important parts of this tale.

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING! Basically, if you recognize it, it's not mine.

Spoilers: After Enchanted, starts at beginning of Season One of Once

Notes on Buffyverse: The Buffy characters are basically the same, but no Glory, no First, Buffy & Faith are the only two slayers, some families & histories are different. Willow & Dawn are witches; Dawn has key essence, but she's always been real. Dawn specializes in portal magic. Oh, and events took place in NYC rather than Sunnydale. I'll bring up more information in my notes as it becomes relevant.

AN2: This chapter includes direct quotations from Disney's Enchanted.

Chapter 1: The Girl Who Started It All

Giselle lay pale and cold on the settee, still as death. "There's no way of helping her," said Nathaniel sadly, holding Prince Edward's sword tightly against the evil Queen Narissa's throat. "She's done for."

Robert, who was kneeling down near the unconscious redhead suddenly spoke. "True love's kiss," he said softly.

"What?" said Prince Edward, his gaze drifting from his princess to focus on the other man.

"It's the most powerful thing in the world," said Robert, his thoughts drifting to the wonderful day he had spent with Giselle.

Prince Edward's eyes lit up. "Yes. Yes, of course. I knew that." Robert stepped back as the prince stepped around and leaned in, kissing Giselle softly. Nothing happened. He began kissing her frantically again and again. "It's not working," he said, panic in his voice.

Queen Narissa laughed maniacally. "You'll never save her now," she gloated. "When the clock strikes twelve," the clock began to bong the hour, "she'll be dead."

"Unless…" Prince Edward trailed off, staring intently at Robert.

"Unless?" said Robert hopefully. He took in the look the prince was giving him and suddenly something clicked in his brain. "It's not possible," he protested. "It couldn't be me."

"Don't you see?" said Prince Edward passionately.

"I've only known her for a few days." Robert's protestations were growing weaker by the second.

"Kiss her, Robert," said Nancy, standing quietly behind him, her raven hair tumbling in curls to frame her sad, dark eyes. "It's okay."

Robert locked eyes with Nancy for a moment before turning back to Giselle and kneeling beside her. "Please," he said softly, "don't leave me." He leaned in and placed his lips to hers, kissing her gently.

For a second, it seemed not to work, but then Giselle gasped and her blue eyes flew open wide. They locked on Robert and she smiled. "I knew it was you."

XXXX

Emma was staring at her birthday cupcake, complete with candle, when there was a knock on the door. "You expecting anyone, sis?" asked the lanky brunette leaning on the opposite side of the kitchen island.

Emma glanced over at the door, half hidden behind a wall. "Nope," she said. "You?"

"Nope." The brunette woman headed toward the door, bumping her hip hard against the corner of the wall on her way out of the room. "Ouch!" she cried.

"You alright there, Dawnie?" Emma called.

"Peachy keen," Dawn grumbled, rubbing her tender hip as she opened the door. At first she didn't see anyone. She glanced around the hallway and then she looked down. "Can I help you?" she asked the brunette boy who was standing and looking up at her with hopeful brown eyes.

"Emma Swan?" asked the boy.

"Sorry kid," said Dawn. "My name's Dawn—Emma's inside."

"I'm Henry," said the boy, clutching the straps of his green backpack tightly as he followed her inside. "Are you Emma's roommate?"

"And sister," said Dawn, leading him into the kitchen. "Ems!" she called. "You have a visitor."

Emma looked up as Down walked in with a little boy trailing after her. "Who's the kid?" she asked.

"My name's Henry," said the boy, looking around the open area kitchen and living room of the apartment. "I'm your son."

"I don't have a son," was Emma's automatic response.

Henry turned to face the blonde woman. "Ten years ago, you gave a baby boy up for adoption," he said. "That was me."

"That's right," said Dawn, eyes lighting up with realization. "Wasn't that when you ran away after Alonna—"

"Yes, thank you Dawnie," she said, cutting her sister off. "How did you find me?" she asked Henry. "It was a closed adoption; you shouldn't have been able to."

"It's amazing what you can find online," said Henry, shrugging his shoulders.

Dawn smiled brightly. "I like this kid," she said, slinging her arm across his shoulders. "Can we keep him?"

Emma rolled her eyes at her sister and ignored her. "Do your parents know you're here, kid?" she asked Henry.

"Not exactly," he admitted sheepishly.

Emma raised her eyebrow at him. "You don't think maybe they're worried about you?"

Henry shrugged. "It's just me and my mom and she's not even my real mom," he said. "She doesn't care about me."

Dawn winced. "Listen Henry," she said, "just because she didn't give birth to you doesn't mean that she's not your mom. Half our siblings—Emma included—are adopted and you'd never hear any of us say that Mom and Dad aren't our parents."

"You're adopted too?" Henry asked Dawn.

"Well, no," she admitted, "but I'm actually in the minority in our family. Emma is adopted, though."

"And you're both doing a wonderful job of avoiding the real issue here," said Emma. "Now kid, here's what we're gonna do. We're gonna call your mom and let her know you're alright, then we're gonna get you on a bus back to—where are you from, anyway?"

"Storybrooke, Maine. And actually, you're gonna take me back yourself."

"Oh really?" said Emma, crossing her arms and raising an eyebrow at him. "And why would I do that?"

"Well, if you don't, I'll tell the police that you kidnapped me. Who do you think they're gonna believe—me, or my birth mother who gave me up as a baby?"

Emma stared hard at him. "Nice try," she said, "but I don't buy it. You're lying."

"Are you sure you wanna risk it?" asked Henry, raising an eyebrow back at her.

"Look, Henry," said Dawn from her perch on the kitchen counter, "Emma has this superpower where she can tell when someone's lying. It's really annoying actually. Makes it near impossible to get anything past her."

Emma rolled her eyes. "You're such a brat, Dawn."

"Why thank you, Emma," said Dawn, giving her sister a cheeky grin.

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Dawn was gloating. Emma didn't' need to see her sister's face to picture the smug grin that was currently residing there. The brunette had her long jean-clad legs stretched out across the backseat of Emma's yellow bug and she was listening intently to Henry babbling on about his book of fairytales. Emma wasn't sure how she got roped into this trip, but she was pretty sure it had been a combination of Henry's stubbornness and Dawn's patented puppy-dog pout.

"So the fairytales in your book are real?" asked Dawn. Of course her little sister bought into this, Emma thought, rolling her eyes. She tended to do that a lot in Dawn's presence.

"Yeah, except there's a curse so no one in town can remember who they really are," explained Henry.

"Talk about major suckage," said Dawn. "So your mom is…?"

"The Evil Queen from Snow White," said Henry. "She only pretends to love me."

"Hmm," said Dawn thoughtfully. "Are you sure about that? Evil isn't born, you know; it's made."

Henry was silent, apparently uncomfortable with the thought. "Dawn," said Emma, glancing at her sister's reflection in the rear-view mirror, "do we have to get into this again? Right now?"

Dawn huffed and rolled her big, blue eyes. "Everyone deserves a second chance, Ems."

"And a third and a fourth, according to you."

"Hey," said Henry, attempting to defuse the tension between the sisters, "can you tell me about your family? Do your parents take in foster kids or something? 'Cause you said most of your siblings were adopted."

"Not exactly, kid," said Emma.

"Mom and Dad just liked adopting kids, I guess," said Dawn. Henry twisted around in the passenger seat to see her better. "I'm the youngest of what was once upon a time a set of ten kids."

"Ten!" exclaimed Henry. "That's a lot! Wait, what do you mean by once upon a time?"

"Well, there're only nine of us now. Alonna was the second youngest; a year younger than Emma and two years older than me. When she was twelve, she was diagnosed with bone cancer. They caught it early enough to treat it, but it kept coming back. She was sixteen when she died."

"I'm sorry," said Henry awkwardly, not really knowing what else to say.

"Thanks," said Dawn. "We just try to remind ourselves that she's somewhere where she's not in pain anymore." Dawn surreptitiously wiped away a tear. "Anyway, our oldest sister Morgan is actually the daughter of Dad and his first wife, who ran off when Morgan was a baby. Mom adopted Morgan legally when she married Dad. Nick is next. He was about seven when Mom and Dad adopted him and Emma; they were in the same foster home when Emma was a baby. Charles is next. Charles—we call him Gunn 'cause that's his original last name—is a couple years younger than Nick, but he was eight when Mom and Dad found him and Alonna and adopted them."

"Are Emma and Nick blood siblings?" asked Henry curiously.

"No, but Gunn and Alonna are. They were abandoned on the streets of LA when Alonna was a baby; Gunn was always her protector. Next are the twins, Xander and Willow. They're actually Mom and Dad's first biological kids together. Faith is next; she's only a month younger than the twins, so they practically grew up as triplets. Buffy's only a month younger than Faith, but she didn't join our family until she was ten. She's actually our cousin, but Mom and Dad adopted her when her mom—Dad's little sister—died. Emma's next, then Alonna, then me. I'm the only one other than the twins who's biologically both Dad's and Mom's."

"How do you keep all those names straight?" asked Henry, his head spinning a little bit.

"Just wait till you add in all the in-laws, nieces, and nephews," said Emma dryly.

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"I, Giselle Danielle Swan, take thee, Robert Wayne Philip, to be my lawful wedded husband. To have and to hold, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health, as long as we both shall live. You are my one true love and I promise to shelter and cherish your heart for the precious gift that it is. I love you Robert, with all my heart and I freely give mine to you."

Robert and Giselle smiled at each other as the priest completed the ceremony. "By the power vested in my by the Holy Catholic Church and the State of New York, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Giddy with joy, the couple sealed their lips together in true love's kiss. Morgan, the flower girl, ran forward and hugged her father and her new mother. "I'm so happy we're a real family now," she said, a smile spreading across her face. "Can I call you Mommy now?"

Giselle smiled back at her and hoisted the seven-year-old brunette girl onto her hip. "Of course you can, sweetie. I would absolutely love that."

Robert circled his arms around his two favorite girls. "And they all lived happily ever after," he said, his smile reaching all the way to his bright, blue eyes.

"Oh Robert," said Giselle, "this is so much more than that. This is absolutely perfect."

XXXX

"Did you know your clock's stuck at 8:15?" said Dawn, stretching out her gangly limbs as she climbed out of the tiny car. Storybrooke was a quaint little town; just the type of place Dawn loved to explore.

"It's because of the curse," explained Henry. "Time's been frozen here for the past twenty-eight years."

"Henry," sighed Emma, leaning against her bug, "do you really expect me to believe that this whole town is under some kind of magical curse?"

"It's true," insisted Henry. "The Evil Queen cast a curse that sent all of the fairytale characters from the Enchanted Forest to this world with no memories. They've been stuck here for the past twenty-eight years and no one can leave town or bad things will happen."

"You left," said Emma, trying to reason with him.

"I was born in this world, so the curse doesn't affect me."

"Okay kid," said Emma, "whether I believe you or not is irrelevant right now. How about an address so I can get you home?"

"Forty-four Not Telling You Street," snarked Henry.

Dawn laughed. "I'll say it again, Ems: I like this kid. Please can we keep him?"

Just then a tall man with curly red hair and round glasses walking a dalmatian walked up to them. "Henry," he called out, "is everything alright? You missed your session yesterday."

"Everything's fine, Archie," he assured the man.

"Who are these ladies, Henry?"

"This is my mom, Emma, and her sister, Dawn."

"Howdy," said Dawn. "We're just taking the munchkin home."

"Do you know where he lives?" asked Emma.

"Well, yeah," said Archie, scratching his dog's ear. "He lives on Mifflin Street. The mayor's house is the largest on the block."

"You're the mayor's kid?" said Emma incredulously as Archie waved goodbye and walked off with his dog.

"Uh, yeah?" said Henry sheepishly. "She's really the Evil Queen, though."

"Oh and I suppose that was Jiminy Cricket," said Emma sarcastically.

"Actually, yeah," said Henry. Dawn laughed loudly as Emma groaned. She had a feeling she was really gonna like this town.

XXXX

"That's one big house," said Dawn, whistling appreciatively as she took in Henry's home.

Henry grinned. "Wanna come inside?" he asked.

"Nah, squirt," said Dawn, ruffling his hair affectionately. "I think I'll stay out here and wait for Emma."

Henry shrugged. "Suit yourself." Impulsively, he grabbed Dawn's thin waist and hugged her tight. "It was great to meet you, Dawn," he said.

Dawn hugged him back. "You too, Henry. Hopefully we'll be sticking around town for a bit; I'll work on Ems."

"Thanks," said Henry, eyes grateful. "See you later?"

"Sure thing, squirt."

Henry smiled at Dawn and took off down the walkway to meet Emma by the front door. Dawn got a quick glimpse of a well-dressed, dark haired woman in the doorway before she disappeared inside with Emma and Henry. She leaned casually against the car, pulled her iPhone out of her pocket, and began to check her email and Facebook.

Dawn nearly jumped out of her skin when someone tapped her on the shoulder. "Excuse me, miss, did you know that you're loitering?" If that yummy Irish accent wasn't enough, Dawn nearly swooned when she saw the lean, scruffy hunk of a man that came attached to it.

"Helloooo salty goodness." The words were out of her mouth before she could think. She'd been hanging around her sister-in-law far too much lately.

Even the little furrow he got between his eyebrows was cute. "Excuse me?"

Dawn blushed scarlet. "I-I'm so sorry," she stammered, unable to look him in the eyes. "I really don't know why I said that."

She chanced a glance up and saw a small smile spreading across his handsome face. "I suppose I should take it as a compliment," he said. "I don't think I've seen you around town before. I'm Sheriff Graham Humbert." He held out his large, calloused hand.

"Dawn Philip, grad student," she said, slipping her smaller, slender hand into his. "I'm just visiting town with my sister." She jerked her head toward the mayor's house. "She's in there talking to the mayor right now."

"So you just decided to wait out here?"

"Yup," she said, popping the p like a piece of gum. "Wasn't really in the mood for drama; I get enough of that from our family as it is. What are you doing here?"

"The mayor called me over," he said. "I'm just following orders."

"Well, good luck with that, Graham. I'm stuck out here till sis is done; she's got the keys."

Graham let out a bark of laughter. "I hope to see you again before you leave town, Dawn Philip. Have a good night."

"You too Sheriff Cutie," she said, winking playfully at him. She was pleased to see a light blush color his stubbled cheeks. Oh yeah, she was really gonna like Storybrooke.

XXXX

"Robert, did you ever think about having kids?"

Robert turned over in bed to face his wife. "With you? All the time, Giselle," he said.

Giselle started playing with a strand of his black hair, rolling it between her delicate fingers. "Do you ever think about maybe adopting a couple kids too?" she asked.

Robert hummed in contentment. "Why the sudden interest, Giselle?" he asked.

"Just something I've been thinking about," she said. "I think it would be nice to have a big family, don't you?"

"Yeah, that would be nice. Morgan would love having a couple of brothers or sisters to play with."

"I'm glad to hear that, Robert, because I'm pregnant."

Robert froze. "You are?"

"Surprise!" Giselle said, smiling widely. "I just found out for sure yesterday."

Giselle suddenly found herself engulfed in her husband's strong arms, her exposed skin peppered with kisses. "I love you, Giselle! We're gonna be parents!"

"I'm glad you're happy, Robert," she said. "Now, how are we going to tell Morgan?"

"Doesn't matter; she'll just be happy to finally be a big sister. She's been bugging me about it since we got engaged!"

XXXX

Dawn woke slowly to a strange, steady beeping noise. She blinked her eyes, trying to clear the fog from her brain. She wasn't sure where she was. She remembered meeting Sheriff Cutie and then getting back into the car with Emma. She remembered trying to talk her sister into staying in town and then…nothing. "Miss Philip?" She didn't recognize the voice, but it helped to ground her and clear the dense fog in her head.

"W-where am I?" she asked, her voice hoarse. "What happened?"

"You're at Storybrooke Hospital," said the voice, a woman. "You were in a car accident last night."

Dawn finally turned her head to see a kind looking woman with short black hair, jade eyes, and a soft, rounded chin sitting in a chair beside her bed. "Are you a nurse?" she asked.

The woman poured a glass of water from a pitcher on the bedside table and handed it to her. "I'm just a volunteer," she said. "Dr. Whale thought it best to have someone stay with you and the nurses were all needed elsewhere."

"Thanks," said Dawn, sipping the water slowly. "I'm Dawn."

"Mary-Margaret," said the woman, smiling gently. "Can I do anything for you?"

"Where's my sister?" she asked, realizing for the first time that the familiar blonde was nowhere in sight.

"Your sister? The woman who was driving the car?"

"Yeah," said Dawn. "She's about five foot five, blonde hair, green eyes? Kind of standoffish and skeptical with a brash personality?"

"She's okay," said Mary-Margaret. "A few scrapes and bruises, but nothing serious. She—well, Sheriff Graham arrested her for drunk driving."

"WHAT!?"

XXXX

Robert had chosen Boston as their two-year-anniversary vacation destination. Giselle had only been in Robert's world for three years, but she was working hard to learn as much about her new world as she possibly could. Her most recent fascination was the history of the US, particularly the years surrounding the American Revolution. Robert took her to several famous landmarks around the city including the Old North Church and Bunker Hill. Giselle had been particularly fascinated by Boston harbor, the site of the Boston Tea Party in 1771.

It was during one of Giselle's impulsive walks around the city when the couple first met the little dark haired waif of a girl who would become their first adopted daughter. That day Giselle, all smiles and hope, dragged her loving husband into the Boston City Orphanage. "How can I help you?" asked the matron, a plump older woman with a wispy shock of greying auburn hair and piercing grey eyes.

"We're thinking about adopting," said Robert as Giselle looked around at the dingy brown walls of the room with a slight frown on her face.

"Excellent," said the woman. "Come and meet the girls." The girls turned out to be a group of twelve orphans ranging in age from six months to fourteen-years-old. Robert listened to the matron prattle on while Giselle flitted about, talking to the girls. None drew her in as much as little Faith, though. Faith was a solemn toddler, just over a year old, with dark, near black curls and wide eyes of chocolate brown. Even at such a young age, the girl was stubborn and independent, content with keeping her own company.

Giselle went over to the child playing in the corner with her worn, well-loved doll and sat down gracefully beside her. "That's a beautiful doll," she said. "Does she have a name?"

The little girl's eyes darted from her doll to the redheaded woman. "She Pincess," she said quietly.

"Princess," said Giselle with a smile. "That's a lovely name. My name's Giselle."

"'M Fay," said the little girl.

"Fay," said Giselle. "What a wonderful name. Do you like it here, Fay?"

Faith shook her head, her curls bouncing about her shoulders. "Big giwls meanies," she said, narrowing her eyes. "Fay no like meanies."

Giselle's heart melted. "How would you like to have a Mommy and a Daddy, Fay?"

"Pincess too?" she asked with wide, hopeful eyes.

"Princess too."

"Selle be Fay's Mommy?"

"If you'd like me to be."

The little girl darted forward, still clutching her doll, and latched on to Giselle's waist. "Wuv you Mommy."

Giselle tightened her grip on the girl as the matron came over with Robert. "I see you've met Faith," said the older woman.

"Robert, can we keep her?" Giselle asked, her blue eyes pleading.

Robert melted into a puddle of goo. "Of course, darling," he said. "Anything for you." The smile on her sweet face was worth more to him than all the money in the world.

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Dawn woke from her nap to find Henry sitting at her bedside reading from his book of fairytales. "Aren't you supposed to be in school, squirt?" she said with a smirk.

Henry's head jerked up and he smiled widely at his new-found aunt. "You're okay!" he said, scrambling closer and hugging her gently.

"Yeah, squirt, I'm good. How're you doing?"

Henry shrugged. "I'm fine," he said. "Mom's mad at me, and Emma doesn't believe me about the curse, but other than that…" he shrugged again, "everything's mostly back to normal."

"Mostly?" said Dawn, quirking an eyebrow at him.

"Well, you and Emma are still here, so there's that."

"Glad to be of help," said Dawn, laughing. "As for Emma…she's always been a bit of a sceptic." She squeezed Henry's hand gently. "Just give her time."

Henry sighed. "I just wanted someone to believe me about the curse. Who better than the Savior?"

"Emma's never done well with pressure," said Dawn. "As for believing in the curse…well, you've got me, for what it's worth."

Henry's dark eyes widened in surprise. "Really?" he said hopefully.

"Most definitely," said Dawn, smiling.

"Can I ask why?"

"If you come across a story in your book about Giselle and Prince Edward of Andalasia, let me know," she answered cryptically.

Henry was about to ask Dawn what she meant by that when the doctor (who was cute, Dawn thought, for an older guy) came in. "Miss Philip, if I could have a moment of your time, I'd like to discuss your injuries with you," he said, his icy blue stare slightly unnerving.

"Sure thing, Doc," said Dawn. "Catch you later, squirt."

"Bye Dawn," called Henry as he grabbed his backpack and headed out the door.

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Giselle was seven months pregnant the first time she went to LA with Robert. She had grown up a lot since her first few years in this world without magic and she was now a mature woman of twenty-six and almost through her second pregnancy. Despite her maturity, some things about her never changed. One of those things was her habit of taking impulsive walks through whatever city she happened to be visiting. She and Robert had left the kids—now numbering six—with his sister Joyce, a single mother of a five-year-old girl to take such a walk the day they found their fourth and fifth adopted children.

Walking through the streets of downtown LA at night might not have been the smartest move, but it was the right one. As Giselle and Robert walked along the dimly lit streets hand in hand, they nearly ran over a small pair of children headed in the opposite direction. In fact, Robert did clip the bigger child, a boy, on the shoulder, knocking him to the ground. "Are you alright?" asked Giselle, offering a hand to help the skinny, dark skinned boy up.

"Yeah, I'm cool," said the boy, brushing his hands off on his worn jeans. "You okay, 'Lonna?" he asked the tiny black girl with wild curls who was sucking her thumb and hiding behind Robert's leg.

"'M kay, Chawie," she said, removing her thumb from her mouth. "Dese new Momma an' Dada?"

Charlie's cocoa brown eyes widened. "Alonna," he said, "that's not—I'm sorry, sir, ma'am. We were talkin' bout parents an' 'Lonna decided she wants some."

Giselle's heart went out to the little girl. She gently reached down and pulled the tiny girl into her arms. "You don't have any parents?" she asked the boy as she rubbed soothing circles on Alonna's back.

"No ma'am," said Charlie, tucking his hands in his pockets and looking at the ground, embarrassed. "Alonna an' me've been on our own fer bout a year now."

"Would you like parents, son?" asked Robert, placing a large hand on the boy's thin shoulder and staring at him intently.

"If you're offerin' 'Lonna a home, I'd 'preciate it. She deserves the best an' I can't give her nothin'."

Robert knelt down beside the boy and gently forced his chin up to look him in the eyes. "Son, we don't just want your sister; we'd like you to come live with us too."

"Both of us?" said Charlie, confused.

"Yeah, both of you," said Robert. "I'm Robert and this is my wife Giselle."

"I'm Charlie Gunn and this is my lil sister Alonna—she's two," he said, his confidence returning. "You do this kinda thing often?"

"More often than you'd think," said Giselle with a smile.

"We've got six kids at home," said Robert. "Three adopted, three not, and we always have room in our hearts and home for more. You game?"

Charlie looked from Robert's kind face to Giselle, who was rocking a sleepy Alonna in her arms, and grinned. "I'm game."

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"So I hear the doctor's letting you go in the morning as long as everything continues to go well."

Dawn smiled as Emma entered the room. "Hey sis," she said. "Glad to see you're out of the slammer."

"Hah, hah, you're hilarious, Dawnie," said Emma, rolling her eyes. She sat down in the same chair that Henry had occupied earlier. "So I'm gonna get us a room at Granny's Inn. You okay with staying in town a week or two?"

Dawn smiled widely. "Of course I'm okay with that, Ems," she said. "I really want to check out the town; it seems like a pretty cool place. Plus, the sheriff is super yum-worthy." Emma rolled her eyes. "That, and the squirt's kinda growing on me."

"Yeah," said Emma softly, "me too."

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