Disclaimer: Don't own anything except original characters. All material (c) to respective owners. I write these for fun and make no profit. They're just random plot bunnies that live within my strange mind.

A/N: I'm seeing where this goes, I've been working on it off and on. Enjoy, updates will be whenever I can get them up.
Ratings and information may change as I go along, it depends on which direction I take this story. Not sure if it will be just friends or something more. So far it leans more toward friends but it may change.

Chapter 1: Arrival

Legends lived and thrived within small towns, this one was unique in the legend of the scissorhand boy still remained in the castle on the hill. The large mansion abandoned for years and yet they still swore his ghost haunted the place. Kim knew the truth and often told the stories to her grandchildren, who passed them onto their children.

Those stories had been what kept Kim alive, her love for that man still burned within her very soul. She was now far too aged to make him happy and wanted him to remember her as she was, she felt for his lonely spirit though, he had been so gentle and the people around her home somehow turned him into a monster.

He was beautiful, ebony and pale stone, hands of scissors that shown like silver and never meant harm to anyone. She hoped that one day someone would truly make him happy, give him the happiness they never had the chance to have.

Glaring outside at the suburbs on her way toward her inheritance was not how she planned to spend her weekend. Avalon had received a letter from her mother, correction estranged mother whom thought it in her best interest to check into the place. She wasn't a heartless person; she still had feelings for her mother. (Buried under the resentment someplace.) Her mother had left her father to raise her, he did well for the little work he did get and she was quite happy. Her resentment stemmed from her mother re-marrying a wealthier man and never offering to help her daughter, her own father passed away two years ago and she was still hurt her own mother couldn't at the very least be there for her.

She glanced out her window at the pale houses of multiple colors; all of them looked alike with a nice matching car in the driveway, suburbs and from what she could see she wasn't going to be happy.

Places like this meant neighbors that felt it their mission to welcome you into their clicks, to wear proper styles and all resemble one another. She tried in vein to ignore the onlookers that watched her car thunder past. Avalon knew she needed a new muffler, that wasn't the half of the damage that needed to be fixed on her old car.

It ran and passed inspection, that was all that mattered to her at the moment. According to the letter it had been addressed to her father, leaving an estate and some sort of property in his name. It meant she had a place to live, since her apartment was in a now condemned building and she still hadn't gotten any assistance from her mother.

--Past Memory—

"Mom, the cops just come by today…" Avalon rarely called her mother, especially when crisis hit, but she was desperate at this point and had no alternative. "…my apartment building has been condemned, I have nowhere to go." Her voice sounded hoarse to her and she tried to fight the overwhelming urge to cry.

A long pause greeted her before a woman's silky voice greeted her ears. "Oh sugar, I am so sorry to hear that." A brief pause before a low sigh echoed back into Avalon's ear. "What are you going to do baby, is there a friend you can stay with…maybe one of your boyfriends?"

She was stunned and yet this was no surprise, why would her own mother want her to move in with her and her pretty new life. Avalon was a memory, something her mother found common, like something on her shoe.

"No mother I don't." She nearly spat, her voice on the verge of venom. "I thought you could help me." She stated plainly before hearing a startled sound.

"Young lady, do not take that tone with me." Her mother was reprimanding her; she couldn't believe this woman had given birth to her. "I will talk with Reggie, but I can't promise anything sweetie, I do have the boys and your sister Marie to contend with after all." Naturally her rich husband and three half siblings came first; Avalon was nothing in her life but something to call when she had a nail crisis.

"Forget it. I will live on the street first." With that she slammed down the phone and swore until her throat burned.

--End Memory—

Avalon still hadn't spoken with her mother; it had been two weeks and still counting. By some miracle during her packing to get out of the place and manage a hotel on her small wages from the diner, she found a letter in her mailbox.

She had been left an estate and all its contents due to a friend of her fathers, from what she gathered he must have been a really good friend. She had money, a place to live and hopefully wouldn't have to deal with her estrange family for a while.

"Montgomery Flannery, dad's name still sounds funny on this letter, I always heard his friends call him Monty." Eyeing the papers that she had collected from the lawyer on her first stop off into town, she had also managed some groceries.

Unfortunately when she hit the main part of the suburbs she realized she wasn't entirely sure which of the estates, or mirror like houses were her own. Rolling down her window she approached an older woman off to the side; she was tending a garden and had little hands helping her. Her grandchildren Avalon assumed allowing the briefest of smiles to cross her lips; she missed childhood with her father.

"Ma'am?" glancing up the elder woman took notice to the beaten blue half rusted car behind her and a young woman waving to get her attention. "Can you help me please?"

Smiling warmly the elderly woman climb to her feet, speaking with her grandchildren before waving Avalon over to join them. That hadn't been her plan but now that she was stuck without knowing which house was hers she sighed climbing from the jeep and shutting the door behind her, her gaze fell to the rust particles that landed in the road and she made a face.

"Hello miss." The woman offered, brushing at an old blouse and jeans, her bun giving her an oddly youthful look.

Her wrinkles didn't hide the brown eyes full of life and laughter, her wrinkles appeared well earned from the young ones running around the yard. Avalon found herself liking the woman and offered her hand in an introductory fashion.

"Avalon Flannery." The elderly woman smiled seeing shaking her hand, before Avalon reached into her purse and pulled out some papers. "I inherited an estate or something through my father. Apparently he had a good friend and I have absolutely no idea where I'm going."

"Relax Avalon." The woman offered her hand in hopes of giving the frazzled girl some assistance. "Kim Smith by the way and those are my grandchildren and great grandchildren." Avalon smiled at the proud way the woman pointed out the now muddied kids having a war among the dirt and water. Kim ruffled the papers getting an idea of what she was looking for and let out a startled sound, the papers fluttering to her feet.

"No worries." Avalon hadn't noticed her reaction, or how her weathered hands shook when she cupped her mouth. "Kim, can you help…" she stopped seeing the woman had nearly turned white.

Kim knew the place very well, it had been years and yet he still haunted her dreams. The sweet boy with scissorhands that gave his heart to her and yet their love could never blossom. He had been misunderstood and now here was a girl seeking his shelter, the one who was now the owner of the long abandoned estate. "Can she be the one I wished for? The one to understand that he is special and needs to be cared for, someone to heal the wounds that probably still remain." Her dark gaze met intent green eyes, wind blowing the light waist length brown hair into Avalon's pale face.

Kim sized up the young woman before her, wearing an oversized top that revealed her shoulders, large silver hoop earrings and a pair of bellbottom jeans. She had square heeled boots and many bracelets on her wrists. For some reason she was sure this woman was the one, the one girl that could possibly befriend him.

"I apologize, that house has always had a bit of stories and legends about it. I was caught by surprise. It's been abandoned for years, didn't know it was owned by anyone but the estranged inventor that passed away many years ago." Slowly Kim pointed to the castle, on the hill at the end of suburbia, behind tall iron gates and overgrown vines.

"That?" she was stunned to see where she would now live, it wasn't the fact that it looked ancient and like it come from an old horror movie. It was more than she had expected, it was away from what she already could see was a difficult place to live, if you valued privacy. The neighbors were already out and about trying to figure her out and Kim took notice to this, before hiding a grimace and forcing a smile.

"It's beautiful." Kim hadn't expected that at all, most people found it frightening or a cursed place. "Have you ever seen it Kim?" here is where the conversation she would have with Avalon got considerably difficult.

"A long time ago." Kim felt her eyes sting briefly before shaking it off. "It is a truly gorgeous place, everything there is unique and beautiful no matter what anyone ever thought." Avalon did not miss the odd bitter tone in her voice, but brushed it aside.

"Avalon?"

"Yes?"

"Remember one thing for me please." Finding the request odd, but not hard Avalon nodded. "Nothing in that place is evil, just hurt and misunderstood." That was even stranger for Avalon to grasp, but she decided that it was harmless enough and nodded again.

"I will remember that Kim and thank you so much for your help." She quickly returned to her car and started her way to home, a new place and life where she could truly be herself.

She got to those tall iron gates; vines had grown nearly concealing the entrance into the estate, she climb from her car and attempted to push the gates open with little success. Grunting she made an even stronger effort, hearing popping sounds when the vines gave and she managed a tiny space through the bars. It still was not big enough, even with more effort she still couldn't get them to budge.

"Damn it." She growled kicking at the gates and wincing at the pain that shot through her toes and leg. "That was intelligent." She considered her options and went for her car.

Slowly she drove the car into the gates, ignoring the grating sound and finally forcing her way through. Before continuing her drive up the pathway, she climb out hauling the gates shut, which proved to be much easier than the previous pushing them open. Back inside her car she made her way with car up the dirt path, avoiding fallen sticks, holes and rocky spots.

Finally she came into a large circular drive and slammed on the breaks, before her was a massive garden unlike anything she had seen before. All the bushes were carved in varying animals, and things alike, the one thing that struck her was the center piece of the main garden. A beautifully crafted human hand was open in a form of acceptance; it was sculpted beautifully and seemed like it was the one bush giving life to the flowers around.

She conscientiously stepped from her car almost afraid that she would shatter the image before her. Her eyes finally moved past the gardens and straight up to the large castle like house. It was gloomy from her point of view, with ancient doors and windows, it appeared almost carved from some story.

Slowly her lips turned up into a true soft smile, she already felt safe and at home. She didn't know much about her father's family or his friends, but she was truly grateful to whomever the person was that left the estate to him. It may not have been good enough for her mother or anyone else, but she loved it and the gardens took her breath away.

Her attention to the building didn't go unnoticed by the lone figure staring from a broken window in the attic, she didn't see the worried look that passed across the persons features, or hear the nervous sound of scissors clacking over the birds outside.

Watching the girl from the height a boy, now somewhat a man glanced down at the brown haired woman below him. He had seen her car pull up into the main courtyard, something no one had done since his father had been alive. There had not been a visitor to his home since that horrible incident years before, sadly it was still fresh and the pain still lingered making him regret knowing anything of the outside world, only one thing had been good and she was no longer with him.

Glancing down at his silver scissor handed blades, he clicked them again, a nervous habit he had formed over years alone and his encounter that would forever haunt him. This stranger shouldn't have come to his home; he didn't dare approach her for fear of more harm and danger touching his creative soul. His only hope was that she would leave soon; he would have to find a way to get around without being seen and keep tending the gardens.

It wouldn't be proper to let the house go from his care because of some strange woman entering his world. He had made a promise to keep the house like it should be to the best of his ability, he had promised his father to take care of himself and everything.

Again Avalon found herself struggling to push open the massive doors of the building, she was sure all this heavy lifting would eventually wear her down. Tiredly she finally got them to part and let her inside, she froze coughing when she was greeted by a cloud of dust.

Wind from outside had proven to be difficult and caused the dust cloud to greet her. "First things first, I need to clean this place…up." Her eyes cleared showing her just how truly large the mansion really was, the stairs seemed to go on forever, leading to two large halls and from what she could guess a great deal more rooms. It was huge, her eyes leveled on something to her right, cautiously and inquisitively she stepped toward the strange fixture with many shadows in the darkened her, her feet making footprints across the black and white tiled floor.

She studied the machine closely, seeing that it was a conveyor belt with mixers, bowls and rolling pins. She got closer giggling when she saw a fixture resembling a human's foot and noticed cookie cutters among the skinny legs. "It's a cookie machine." She realized seeing it hadn't been used in years and then seeing the small oven.

"An inventor, that is what Kim told me. I bet my father was friends with him."

Avalon stifled amusement before staring around the room and then walking back into the entry hall. She caught something out of the corner of her eye and froze, head slowly turning toward the stairs to the second floor. She remained there staring for several seconds, before shrugging it off and going to gather her belongings from the car.

Eyes closed tightly he leaned within the hall against the wall, she had almost seen him and wasn't quite like he expected. She had sharp senses, good hearing and did not let things go unnoticed. Taking a breath he relaxed daring a glance back out toward the hall and saw her exit the house. "She's leaving." He began to relax more, slowly turning to stare at the door before jumping seeing her return with cases in hand, followed shortly by boxes and more items.

"She's staying!" He felt his mouth drop eyes widening at this concept, she wasn't supposed to stay or move her things into the house. This was his home and his father left him to protect it. He hadn't realized how stressed he was until she paused again, her head tilting strangely toward his direction. Peering down he noticed he was flicking his scissor hands quickly creating a familiar sound to him.

Avalon hauled in her small box of books, before hearing a strange slicing sound, whispers of blades from her past working in a restaurant. It was common for those skilled with sharpening blades, or slicing foods. The whispers made her attempt to discover the noise; almost with a mind of their own her feet began to guide her slowly up the stairs.