Summary:Camille is a wanderer who can't remember who she was or is for that matter, and winds up in Storybrooke. She quickly develops a love for the town and all of its chaos and soon realizes that her destiny is much greater than anyone believed. Emma may be the Savior of Storybrooke, but she was not the Champion. Queen/OC
Disclaimer: I own nothing except my OC
Camilla slowly opened her eyes, squinting up at a beige ceiling. She blinked several times and slowly sat up, letting out a groan as pain erupted in her abdomen. She must've cracked a few ribs. She placed a hand over her stomach and let the healing magic flow. She gritted her teeth against the feeling of the bones mending.
She noticed that her favorite dark purple jacket was gone and she only wore her black tank top. Her jeans were smeared with mud and blood and her long black boots were caked with dirt and torn in some places. She ran her fingers through her long wavy reddish brown hair and stood up.
She was in a jail cell. She could see that the police office was rather small and cluttered, and the sheriff's office which had glass windows, allowed her to witness some blonde in a red jacket and a guy in a brown jacket arguing with another woman with short dark hair.
Camilla watched for a moment before halfway closing her eyes against the already dim lights of the precinct. Too much light always gave her headaches. She searched for her sunglasses and saw them sitting on a desk, next to her jacket. She scowled at it, as though that would make it get up and walk towards her.
"Hey!" Camilla yelled, leaning against the bars of her cell.
The blonde looked up, said something to the other two and stepped outside.
"Can you tell me what the hell I'm doing in here?" She asked, tilting her head.
"You crashed your car outside town. I suggested we take you to the hospital, but dear old dad wanted to bring you here." She rolled her eyes, motioning to the other two people as they joined her.
"We just wanted to make sure you weren't a threat to the town." said the man. "We saw your equipment in the back of your car."
"What the sword and crossbow? I have no idea how they got there." Camilla rolled her eyes. "I need my glasses, my eyes are bad." The blonde retrieved them for her and she was finally be able to open her eyes all the way.
"I'm Emma Swan, Sheriff of Storybrooke. This is David and Mary Margaret, my parents."
"Camilla Harper. A pleasure."
"That's surprising." said Mary Margaret.
"What? Because you threw me in a cell. Don't sweat it, Miss White."
"I'm sorry?" Emma said.
"Look I know who all you are. How? I have no idea. Yes, I know about magic. So now that you know that, can I just leave or is there some paperwork I need to fill out?" Camilla tilted her head again.
The small family looked completely shocked at this.
"I don't remember you from the Enchanted Forest." said Mary Margaret.
"Neither do I. I don't remember much before the Curse, or after it for that matter. Just a few sparse relationships, such as the real Prince trying to kill me for reasons unknown and suddenly crashing a car that I don't ever remember having outside your little town."
"Real Prince?" David said.
Camille sighed. "May I leave now?"
Emma slowly stepped forward and unlocked the cell. Camille immediately grabbed her jacket and put it on. She found a large wad of cash in the pocket. She was completely confused as to how she'd gotten it, but was certainly not questioning it.
"You need a place to stay while you're car gets repaired?" Emma asked, following her out into the parking lot. "There's a bed and breakfast in town."
"Thanks. I could really go for a hot bath and a change of clothes right now. Is there like a clothing store or something around?"
"Yeah, just down the street. Need a ride?"
"No, I'm good."
Regina often liked to take a walk through the stables towards the end of the day. It reminded her of her times with Daniel. The good, and unfortunately, the bad. She ached for love again, to know that someone cared for her, that she was not alone in the world. She loved Henry with all of her heart, but he obviously no longer wanted her now that he had Emma and the two idiots around to care for him. She stiffened slightly in anger, knowing that Emma had only been in his life for five minutes and already she thought she knew what was best for him. Henry had all but thrown away the 10 years of his life that she'd cared for him and raised him, leaving the hole in her heart empty once more.
As she entered the stables, she heard the voice of her son and his grandfather talking quietly. She found them standing in the aisle, looking into a stall. She smiled at Henry when he turned to see who was coming, but didn't return it. She approached and looked into the stall as well.
A woman she'd never seen before was crouched over the painted stallion that Henry had befriended. It looked as though she was bandaging up the horse's leg. Regina had to admit that from what part of her face that was visible through her long reddish brown hair, she was quite beautiful, and completely engrossed in whatever she was doing to the stallion.
"There we go. All better." She said, rising to her feet. The horse did the same, although it was a bit shaky. "Take him for a walk, he'll be fine." She looked up at Regina and seemed momentarily stunned.
To say she was shocked was an understatement. Camilla barely managed to keep her jaw from dropping at the sheer beauty and power resonating within this woman. She was never one to be awestruck by anyone, but she couldn't fight the feeling that there was something different about this woman. Behind her calm facade, Camille could see the unhappiness, the constant anger, and it made her wonder what had happened to make such a woman that way.
"Madame Mayor, this is Camille." said David.
Camille did a small bow. "Mayor."
"She fixed my horse's leg, Mom." said Henry excitedly. He went to pet the stallion and David helped him attach the lead to the bridle and lead him out into the paddock.
"Be careful Henry." Regina called. She turned back to Camille as she moved to close and lock the stall.
"Is there anything I can do for you, Madame Mayor?" Camille asked. She felt that she remembered this woman from the Enchanted Forest, but wasn't exactly sure who she was.
"Um, I just to come here sometimes." Regina answered, continuing down the stalls until she came to the one at the very end. She didn't notice Camille had followed her until she heard her say, "Rocinante."
"Was he yours?" Camille asked.
"He was, but he died. A very long time ago." Regina answered with a sad smile.
"What did he look like?" Camille asked, noting how the gold name plate was polished and shone brightly and the hay in the stall was new despite the fact that a horse obviously hadn't stayed there in a while.
"He was chestnut, almost red, with a white band down his face. Why?"
"Curiosity." Camille smiled. "Well, I should be going. Have a good evening Madame Mayor." She bowed again and departed, completely aware of the eyes of Regina boring into her backside.
Camille spent the next few days doing odd jobs around Storybrooke, earning money and building relationships, especially with the kids. She wasn't a fan of children but they were always drawn to her for some reason. She helped Henry with his horse in the stables and assisted Emma at the police station. Because Storybrooke was so quiet, there wasn't much to do, that is, until about a week and a half into her stay.
Camille smiled up at Regin as she walked past. The Mayor returned it genuinely before going up to the counter for her usual breakfast. Camille stood up and stepped up behind. "Madame Mayor, I know it is a little early in the morning, but I was wondering if you would accompany me down to the stables. There is a small problem."
"Problem? Shouldn't you call the sheriff for that?" Regina asked without turning around.
"Yes, but I thought this problem should go directly to the Mayor."
Regina looked over her shoulder at the stoic expression of the woman behind her and sighed. "Fine." She drove them out to the stables and followed Camille inside. "What is it, Miss-" Her words died on her lips when she spotted the handsome stallion in Rocinante's stall. "I don't believe it."
"Emma says she has a superpower. She can tell when someone is lying. I have one too. I can look into a person's heart and see their pain." Regina turned to face her, brows narrowed suspiciously. "You have a lot of pain within you, Madame Mayor. I saw it when we met. With that pain comes great strength to bear it. I didn't hope to replace your horse with this one, but I wanted to try and make some of that pain go away. I'm sorry if I've overstepped or anything, but I thought you could use it."
Regina looked back at the stallion and reached out to touch its nose. The horse leaned into her hand and she smiled, fighting the tears quickly forming in her eyes. "I haven't ridden a horse in years."
"Then it's about time you should."
Camilla smiled as the mayor rode around the paddock. It was clear that she was enjoying herself immensely and Camilla was was enjoying herself watching.
"Yeah! Go Mom!" Henry called as he climbed onto the fence next to her.
Regina smiled in their direction before turning Rocinante towards them. She urged the stallion into a run and sprinted towards them, veering off at the last second to leap over the fence and leap back.
"Thank you, Camilla." Regina said as she dismounted. "I cannot thank you enough for this."
"Well, a drink would be nice." Camilla whispered with a wink.
Suddenly her phone rang and Emma's picture on the screen.
"Looks like it may have to wait." Regina said, leading Rocinante and Henry back into the stables.
"Hello?"
"Where's Henry?"
"With me and Regina at the stables. Why?"
"There are ogres all over Storybrooke. They're destroying everything. Gold tracked them to the source. It was the well. Tell Regina to get there now to see if they can seal it. Tell Henry to stay at the stables. We need you here now."
Camilla hung up and relayed the news to Regina and Henry. She quickly disappeared in a puff of purple smoke and Camilla took her car back into town and found it in complete disarray. Mary Margaret and David were fighting side by side, picking off ogres, but more continued pouring into town. She got out of the car and unsheathed her pistol and began firing away at the creatures, each bullet finding its home in an ogre's head.
"Where the hell did these thing come from?!" Camilla yelled at Emma as the blonde, following by Killian joined in the fray.
"I don't know. The well was overflowing with magic or something. I didn't really understand Gold."
"Shocker." Camilla muttered. Regina suddenly appeared next to her and blasted away three ogres with a wave of her hand.
"The well is sealed." She fired another fireball that hit an ogre right in the chest. She was prepared to fire another when she froze.
"Regina?" Camilla turned to see what she was looking at. It was an ogre, twice the size of the others. And it was bearing down on Henry.
Both Mothers took off towards the greater ogre. Camilla's heart nearly stopped when it backhanded Henry. Regina managed to wrap herself around him, just in time for her to take most of the impact. But now she was no doubt injured, with the ogre's attention now focused on her. It roared and pushed Emma away when she tried to reach her son.
Camilla screamed as it raised its hand to crush mother and son. "REGINA!" Her cry was highlighted with a burst of magic that gave her shout the added effect of a shockwave that blasted the ogre backwards off its feet. She ran forward, conjuring a sword in her hand and leaped into its chest, stabbing it through the heart. She wrenched it free and launched it at another ogre, before turning to the fallen mayor.
"You have magic?" Regina asked.
"Obviously." Camilla answered, waving a glowing hand over the mayor's abdomen. "Your ribs are broken."
"I could have told you that." Regina panted.
"Fine then. How many are broken?"
"Henry!" Emma rushed over and hugged her son. She was bleeding from numerous cuts and her arm was bent at an odd angle. "Regina, you okay?"
"Just peachy."
Camilla smirked and let her magic flow, mending the bones back together. She waved her hand towards Emma and the blonde's wounds healed at once.
Henry helped Regina up and they watched as Mary Margaret and David took care of the rest of the ogres.
"Thank you, again." Regina looked at Camilla. She dipped her head. "Anything else I should know?"
"I will tell you anything you want to know. Over that drink."
"Think we ought clean up first?" Emma asked. "Before you two disappear?"
Camilla waved her hand and the buildings began repairing themselves. She raised her arm into the air, releasing a powerful healing spell to send through the town to help any injured in the attack. "Healing, fixing, it's what I do best." She shrugged at the looks on the faces of the mayor and sheriff.
"Well, um, we should check on the townspeople." Emma said, leading Henry away.
Regina watched them before turning to Camilla. "What do you say we have that drink at my house?"
"I would like nothing more, Madame Mayor." Camilla grinned.
"Regina."
"Regina."