Ow, my head. . . what happened. . . please don't say I'm in Vegas again with my aunt Emma on an assignment. No, she wasn't because Emma wasn't next to she was in her underwear. She found her clothes next to her on a chair. She pulled them on and felt a weight on her finger. She looked at it, a gold circlet with a diamond and an aquamarine and a sliver of silver through them. Oh no, what have I done. She pulled back the pink silk sheets. Wait, she didn't have pink silk sheets, she had white sheets. And especially not she remembered she was home in Storybrooke. Only she wasn't in her apartment with her aunt Emma Swan and her friend Mary Margaret. Hope she wasn't married to Leroy and had been dumped in a furniture store. She stood up and opened the door. Nope, definitely not a furniture store. Is this Jefferson's house because he really was rich and really weird. It might be nice being married to him. She journeyed through the pitch black corridor, feeling her way along. Ouch, she had hit a table or something. Crash, something fell on the floor and her, well she couldn't say it. She felt absolutely worse than when running from McKell, stupid, stupid, had to cheat on her with Noelle. And he said he loved her, probaly the vampire talk for I need and want your blood so once I've drained you I'll be gone. Why was I so stupid? She nearly burst but her things were in her bag including. . . she heard birds tweeting. Ow, my head. God it hurts. Why do I drink anyway? Hang on, I have a ring on my finger! Why the hell do I have a ring on my finger? Her phone started ringing 'The devil came to Georgia' her aunt's ringtone
"Where are you?" her voice boomed out. God, she really was cranky because. . . oh god, Graham had died in her arms from a heart attack.
"Shush, quiet down, I've got a big problem here." her aunt started moaning.
"Emma, I woke up in a stranger's house with a ring on my finger." she gasped.
"A ring, you don't mean. . ." Laura nodded even though her aunt couldn't see her.
"What have you done now. Laura, come on, hang on, have you got a hangover?" She nodded again.
"Yes? Right well I will meet you at Granny's at twelve with Mary Margaret." she hung up. God, what were going to say. Probably good cop, bad cop. Emma obviously bad. Even so, what would her cousin, Henry say? Please don't be someone he doesn't like. And I hope my partner isn't Regina. She shuddered and almost vomited. What would she say to the kid? Oh, hi Henry, yeah, you know Regina? Yeah well I married her so we are now lesbians. Well at least it wasn't, Oh yeah I married the Evil Queen and am going to be around loads. Yeah, Regina hated her and her family, except Henry, and her hair was growing quicker than ever so her pow. . . she heard a series of doors open and shut. Good thing she had her gun on her and her knife, which she left in her car. Her car, her pink and black land rover. It had her special number plate on: LAURA in gold on a black number plate. Her seats were blue and very comfortable where they laid back and had massagers. Good thing it had no keys because it responded to her voice and had cup holders, a stereo and a mini fridge and a barbecue in the boot. Her stickers, stuck on the back of the car, read: Rapunzel is moi, Fashion fanatic, I LUV Gummy Bears and other junk. What more could she want except that it had a weapon stash in the glove boxes and other places. She neared the stairs and pulled out the gun. She quivered, she smelt bacon. She would follow her nose and keep her weapons up. Easy. And then she was at the smell in seconds. She raised the gun at a stranger in an apron and suit. A glimpse of gold teeth flashed from the shadows. "You wouldn't shoot me in my own home, I haven't commited a crime today," the smile deepened, "Well, should I say our home, Dearie?"
She was married to the deal making, scandalous, suit wearer of town:
Mr Gold.