As a slight drizzle over-takes the grey morning in Storybrooke, Maine, a woman about twenty-two hops onto the slick roof of the school building. Her natural silver-grey hair bounces in its ponytail as she sits and waits. Within the school, sitting with a very bored expression, is a young girl of sixteen with black hair sporting a single highlight of neon blue. She sighs as her teacher, Ms. Blanchard, drones on and on about non-sense. The woman sitting on the roof evaporates a thick book into her hand and with a practiced wave, surrounds the book with an invisible aura to protect it from the rain. Leaning against part of the roof, she begins to read. About half an hour later, just as the rain stops, the school bell rings and the black haired girl rushes out of her class.

The woman tosses her book into the air where it takes the form of dust and disappears. She hops off the roof, landing gracefully near a tree just as kids begin to file out of the building.

The black haired girl spots the woman and runs over. "Hey, Kitty cat." The woman growls, baring her slightly lengthened canines. "Blue, I told you never to call me that." The woman turns and heads through town with Blue on her heels. "Sorry, Chesha. I just prefer kitty cat over your actual name." Chesha blinks at her with a sly grin. "Shall I call you Sapphire instead of Blue?" Blue glares at the older female, who laughs. Chesha turns a corner and heads for a diner named Granny's. Blue grumbles as she enters the small building and slides into a booth, tugging her homework out of her bag. Chesha slides in across from her and conjures her book back into her hand, flipping it open and reading.

A dark red-headed female strides up to them with a huge smile directed towards Blue. "How was school, sweetheart?" Blue nods absentmindedly as she does her work. "It was okay mom. Just very very boring." Chesha snickers into her book as the redhead smiles. "Want anything?" Chesha glances over her book. "A blueberry mint tea and two pecan muffins to go, please and thank you, Red." Blue looks up from her work at the mention of food. "A steak and a glass of Mountain dew, please." Red jots the order down and, before walking away, plants a big kiss on the center of Blues' forehead. Blue squeaks and rubs her head. Chesha and Red share a laugh. "Need any help?"

Chesha asks when Red walks away. Blue taps her pencil against her textbook, writes something down and then packs it all away. "Nope! All done." Chesha leans back just as Red returns with Chesha's order. "Your steak will be done in a moment, hun." Blue gently lets her head hit the table and fake whines in pain. "I'm sooooo hungry." Chesha snorts and flicks her head. "Patients is a virtue." Blue growls. "F**k virtue. It sucks." Red barks across the diner. "Blue! Language!" The black haired girl flinches. Chesha sits back and sips her tea, continuing her book. Red returns once more with Blue's order and glances back and forth between the cat and her daughter. "Blue, if you promise to be back by ten-thirty, you can go hangout with Chesha." Her grins wide and nods vigorously.

Blue burps after finishing her steak and gulps the last bit of Mt. dew down. "Okay, done! Let's go!" Chesha stands and follows Blue out of the diner. Taking the lead, Chesha heads for Mr. Golds' pawn shop. Blue skips beside her, hair bouncing. Chesha stops at the door to the shop and peeks in. "What are you doing?" Blue asks. Chesha straightens. "Checking to see if anyone's home." She notices Blues' expression. "Did you really think I was going to break in?" Blue shrugs. "Never stopped you before." Chesha sputters in disbelief. "That was before Rumple took me in." She shakes her head. "You should know better than to assume, Blue." Chesha slides by her and heads for the back. Blue follows, head down.

Chesha knocks on the back door. It opens and a man with dark brown yet slightly graying hair and firm hazel eyes peeks out. "Oh! Chesha. And what can I do for you today?" He says in a semi-guarded tone. Chesha holds up the brown paper bag. "The muffins for Belle. She asked me to get her some." Rumple takes the bag, checking its contents. "She isn't lying, stupid." Blue whispers under her breath.

Chesha goes to shush her, but Rumple beats her to it, fixing her with a protective glare. "For your information, young wolf. My wife is pregnant and even the most stupid of reasons to be cautious is safer than nothing." Chesha nods and backs up. "You have a pleasant evening, Rumple. Give my best to Belle and your baby."The strict man nods, retreating back inside the back of the shop.

Chesha drags Blue away. When they are on the other side of the road, She turns on the young girl. "Have you lost your mind, Blue? Just because I have unfixed problems with Mr. Gold doesn't mean I can't fix them." Blue stares at the ground, a slight whimper in her voice. "He treats you like crap. I was just defending you." Chesha sighs and pulls Blue into a hug. "It has nothing to do with you. And your mother would kill me if you ended up involved." Blue snickers and wipes her eyes. Chesha smiles and begins to walk. "So what happened between you two?" Chesha freezes, startled. Blue catches up to her. The older female blinks at the ground, as if trying to recall the memory, but shakes her head. "Story for another time, I guess." She speedily walks away, leaving Blue to catch up, confused.