This idea has been taking shape in my head since the OUAT crew entered Neverland. So it had taken root before the "I am your father" plot twist the writers added. I also thought it up before I found out that my OC's fairy tale is going to be adapted into the story in the somewhat near future. So I really wanted to get at least the idea out there. This is my first time writing a fanfiction so please tell me if my writing is too rough to enjoy the story and I'll stop. Hope you like it, because that's the reason for publishing right?


Prologue: Remember Back to Operation Cobra?

Henry was in a hurry. As he rushed down the sidewalk on his way to meet with Emma at Granny's he suddenly bumped into someone's back. While the force of the collehison only made Henry drop his book, it had sent the girl sprawling on the ground, her shocked exclamation bringing his mind from Operation Cobra to the blonde disaster in front of him.

"Sorry, I guess I didn't see you there," He began, offering a hand to help her up. She looked up at him doe eyed, and then down at his hand in an almost acussionary look teenager got up by herself, only slightly exposing her skinned knees from the fall before her wool skirt settled back to just below the now raw skin. She fidgeted with her hands before hiding them in her long shirt sleeves. Looking around conspicuously, the girl raised her head and spoke, "N-No it's fine. I was the one who was just standing in the middle of the sidewalk."

"Why?" Henry's curiosity overruling any suspicious thoughts he should have about someone who could be intimidated by a 10-year old. And she was. As soon as Henry had inquired into the reason she was on the sidewalk, the girl's already large eyes doubled in size and she shook her head fervently, her mess of tangled locks whipping her in the face as she tried to disinterest the child. He asked again in the blunt way that is uniquely Henry. "Why were you standing in the middle of the sidewalk?" He offered up a reassuring smile in hopes of easing the strange girl's anxiety towards him.

It immediately worked with the girl. Upon seeing his smile, the girl broke out into a small one of her own, changing her eyes from shifty to sparkling in a matter of seconds . Henry's smile widened at the innocent reaction, and in turn her's did too. The cycle continued until they both had the biggest smile their cheeks allowed them to conjure on their faces, both silent and waiting for the other to make a move. A laugh escaped from the girl, blubbering out from her stretched cheeks, and Henry finding her choked giggles funny in itself, also started to chuckle. Soon people were looking at the two them strangely and they tried to calm down.

"I'm kind of lost." The girl finally admitted, shifting up and down on the balls of her feet out of embarrassment. Her confession struck Henry as odd, why was she lost on Main Street?

"Where are you headed?"

"My mom has a cold and she asked me to go pick up the groceries today and well…. Iheardthattherewasacraftstore… and I was looking for it." She bent her head down and let her hair curtain over her face when she talked. It took Henry a second to decipher what she had spoken in a rush.

"Jolene's Arts and Crafts?" Her head snapped up and down nodding in confirmation at his guess to where she was headed. "Well, you almost made it there, it's the building right next to us now. Come on, I'll take you there." The girl smiled in thanks, and followed Henry as he turned on his heel and marched down and away from the depressing boarded windows of the library. They had walked about 20 steps when Henry gestured to a cozy store of green and blue. "Here we go," he stated opening the door and pushing the girl into the shop. Her face lit up as she gushed over everything in the shop, from the old fashioned embroidered quilts, the knickknack squirrels, to the raw supplies like brushes and paints. The place smelled like old lady to Henry, but he didn't mind because the girl began to chatter while she circled the store. They started to talk about anything and everything, topics ranging from favorite food to scary nightmares. Henry was trying to use all of her answers to figure out just who she was in the Enchanted Forest, and after being around the girl, he was convinced that she was an important character.

They talked for a bit before Henry brought up the topic of fairy tales attempted to ease her into it after seeing how easily she had startled before. "So I have this book of fairy tales. And I have a hobby of matching people to characters in the story. Can we try to figure out who you'd be?" His fingers were crossed with the hope that she'd agree.

" Oh I don't think I'd be anyone. Maybe one of Cinderella's mice. Cinderellie! You know?" A timid smile was splashed across her face. She took a step back and a thoughtful look passed her face. "Now that I think about it, you had a book when you bumped into me, didn't you?" Only then did Henry realize that he had left his precious book behind, swept up in the whirlwind of the still unnamed girl's strange pace. He ran out of the shop and she followed, sprinting to the corner where they had met.

He stopped short at the sight of the book lying in its fallen position and sighed with relief. The blonde circled around the boy and crouched next to the book. Looking up at him, she stated, "This is the book you were talking about right?" She reached out to pick the hardcover and recoiled when her fingers brushed against the leather book binding. She cradled her hand against her chest and let out a weak whimper. Henry had watched her reach down for the book when suddenly a hand clamped down on his shoulder and he was spun around to see a mixture of worry and anger splashed across Emma's face.

"Kid! Where on earth have you been?" The girl scrambled to stand up at the accusing tone that was often found in Emma's voice. She cowered behind the small boy. Henry opened his mouth to explain, but Emma cut him off with a glare. She turned her gaze on the young adult cowering behind Henry. Emma's special power of reading people was turned to full force at the sight of the stranger's closeness with Henry. She noticed the girl's hair, unbrushed and knotted, and worn out boots. The girl didn't necessarily look full on homeless, there was something off about her overall. She continued to stare at the girl, noting the girl's increasing anguish at Emma's scrutiny, until Henry interjected, saving his new friend.

"I was helping someone who was lost. I started talking to her and I guess we just lost track of time." He offered up a sweet smile and looked Emma in the eye. "Please don't be mad."

Emma sighed, "We were supposed to meet at Granny's forty five minutes ago. I have to get you back to your mom soon."

It was Henry's turn to let out an exasperated sigh, "You don't care about what my mom says, you hate her."

"I wouldn't say that I hate her."

"Fine. You can't stand my mom."

"How can you talk like that?" Both Henry and Emma looked at the previously mute girl. Emma's eyebrow raised and Henry's expression turned stony. "I mean, I love my mother very, very much, and I c-can't bel-lieve that you guys are b-being so m-m-mean." The girl's stutter had gotten progressively worse as she continued to speak. "I u-understand tha-that moms' can d-do…. q-questionable t-th-things, b-b-b-but they love u-us." Mother and son's expression softened at her brimming eyes and sniffly nose.

"No sweetie, you're right, I should be trying more with Henry's mom. It's going to be okay." Emma had no idea what possessed her to call the girl sweetie, except for the effect the girl's aura seemed to have on the people around her. And upon hearing Emma's comforting words, she half-smiled and kneaded her hair that had fallen over her right shoulder. The three of them stood around smiling shyly until the girl's smile turned into a small "o".

"We've been gone 45 minutes?"

"You have, Henry was going to meet me after school, but he never showed."

"Hey I ha-"

"I'm so sorry, I just… have to go." The girl cut in an almost breathless manner.

"Why, is something wrong?" Henry worried as the girl started looking around for her new destination.

"I told you about my mom being sick? I left for groceries and that was too long ago. I really need to go so she isn't sick tomorrow also." She offered a shoulder shrug, but seemed almost reluctant to leave. "It was nice to meet you Henry."

She had walked halfway down the block when Henry had realised something "Wait," He said, starting to walk after her, "I never got your name!"

The girl looked over shoulder and back at the two of them standing on the sidewalk and called, "It's Samantha." She turned a corner and was gone. Henry walked back to Emma, who had picked up Henry's treasured book. The walked in silence to Granny's and thanked Grant when he held the door open for them while he was leaving. They slid into an unoccupied booth and ordered hot chocolates from Ruby.

After a short lapse of silence had passed and suddenly Emma spoke up. "What was up with that girl?"

Henry broke into a smile, "She was Storybrooke weird, alright."

"That's not what I was talking about. She looked like she burned herself when she grabbed that thing." Throwing a glance at the book with Once Upon a Time written in gold lettering across the front.

"What?" Henry grabbed at the book and started leafing through the pages skimming through all of the stories. He started to look panicked and increased the pace of his leafing. When he was done going through the book, he turned back to the first page and started over.

"Whoa there kid, what's wrong now?"

Henry abruptly stopped his frantic search and slammed the book shut. "It's no use," Henry looked down at the book distastefully, "Samantha isn't in the book at all. She's not a part of the story"


I am almost definitely writing this to Samantha's character reveal. But after that it totally depends on the response of the beginning.

No Pan in the prologue, but the rest of the story takes place in Neverland!(with only a couple flashbacks)

Feel free to just be mean (or nice) in the comments.

Yay… I think.