Okay this story is a collaboration of myself and BlackHelix as promised, however it didn't turn out quite as funny as we had thought it would be. We were sitting in a diner discussing all our thoughts towards the funny story we were planning on writing and then this came to us. It has an overall plot and we have already planned a sequel as the end of this story will leave a big cliffhanger. But don't worry this story will have humor included in it. Do enjoy from the both of us.

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'Welcome To Storybrooke'

What a stupid name for a town? Seriously! Did the guy who founded it love fairytales? Or was he just out of his mind when he named it? Emma sighed as her handler continued down the road for a a few miles. A good ten minutes later and Emma was watching as buildings passed. The small town had a little of everything it seemed but still it was located on the ass end of the Earth. Well the ass end of Emma's earth.

"Now you remember your parents name?" Her social worker asked from up front.

Emma rolled her eyes. "You mean the family that will keep me for a week and then kick me out. No. I've decided it would be a waste of time. Even if they do keep me, I'll be eighteen by the end of the month and I'll be free from you and every other god damn shitty person on the planet."

The woman sighed. "Give them a chance Emma."

Emma glanced away from the rear view mirror to stare out her window. Her internal score added another; one to the tens she had been with. Emma sat back further and let the seat hug her, envelop her with it's warm leather. She watched house after house pass by her until the woman pulled up at a small apartment like building. The building looked nice, small but nice. Cozy even.

"Here we are." The woman declared, "Just wait here a moment and I'll go find them."

Emma didn't respond, choosing to ignore the repetitive notion that she knew all too well. She had been through this at least twenty three different times, maybe more and she had only just turned seventeen last week. Just one more year, Emma, one more year she told herself as she watched her social worker enter the building.

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Regina buttoned up her white button-up shirt over the black dress pants she wore. As her mother put it 'you're the Mayor's daughter, it's important that you dress as high as highly as your line comes from'. She didn't mind. She loved the expensive clothes. She loved the high maintenance of her life most of the time.

"Regina!" Her mother called from the base of the stairs in that impeccable tone.

Regina smoothed out the neatly pressed shirt and her pants before tucking in the shirt and exiting her room. She found her mother where she thought she would, dressed and standing near the door, chin held high as other students and parents walked passed the house on the way to the bus stop.

"I haven't got all day." Her mother pressed as Regina quickly picked up what was needed for school and stepped out the door with her mother. "Do straighten up. Your not a slouch or a slob."

Regina did as told and replicated the posture her mother wore. Chin held high and back straightened to make herself look taller. She knew that the stance created fear in the Storybrooke's town people, that wasn't a secret. Her mother loved the high and mighty and quite honestly, Regina could see herself falling for it as well. It was amazing to have people do anything you said just by looking at them. Power was great. Power was everything, as her mother had once told her." Regina slid gracefully into her mother's Mercedes, placing her bag between her feet.

"Now, remember you have an appointment with Dr. Hopper after school today." Cora reminded her as she pulled out of the driveway, "Your father will pick you up from there."

Regina didn't answer just nodded, making sure to give the woman the attention she wanted. The way her mother liked it. When her mother said no more she turned away from the woman driving to the window, focusing her attention on the outside world. That man wasn't her father, her father had died almost eleven years ago when she six. The man her mother ended up marrying was cruel, commanding, highly strung rich guy with deep pockets. She didn't like him.

Her mother pulled up next to Mr. Gold who was making his way towards his car after an early morning talk to one of the business's that owed him rent. Well she sure as hell didn't like Mr. Gold more than her supposed step-father but Gold was just one man you didn't say no to when he made a request. He was just one man everybody kept out the way off and refused to cross. He wanted rent, you damn well had better pay rent. He was the most feared person in town, next to her mother and she could never quite figure out why Gold and her mother never seemed to butt heads. Her mother didn't pay him rent, her mother had more than a few times crossed paths with him and managed to come out unscathed and vice-versa. It was confusing. Intriguing.

Regina exited the Mercedes to stretch her legs. She gave a quick glance towards the car clock that's green number signalled she was bound to be late to school. No. As her mother had told her 'the Mayor's daughter is never late. Everyone is just early'. She couldn't deny it, she loved that saying. It was something easy to accept. Something easy to abide by. It wasn't hard to learn off her mother. A woman who dressed impeccably, spoke highly, looked like a Queen, acted like a Queen, in everyway the woman resembled one without even having to try. Yes, she could learn from her.

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Emma sighed when her social worker exited the apartment with a young woman, man and a small boy that looked to be about eleven at most. She had to admit she was in some way internally happy that the family already had a kid. Most family's fostered when they found out that there was a slim chance they could ever have a kid, or when they were trying. The moment that they did have a kid, the fosters were forgotten and quickly dropped back off at the nearest foster home.

Emma exited the dark vehicle, slipping her hands into her jean pockets and throwing up the hood of her jumper over her head, covering her blonde hair. She left the door open as she strode over towards the small group.

"This is Emma Swan," the social worker motioned towards the blonde.

Emma resisted the roll of her eyes at the obvious remark that her social worker had made. Of course she was Emma Swan, who else could she be? Houdini? Because, right now she damn well wished she could be.

"Hi," the pixie haired woman said with a wave as she quickly drew Emma in to a tight hug. "It's so good to finally meet you."

Emma's brows furrowed as she was wrapped into a hug. Awkwardly she stood there waiting for it to be over. When she was released she took a step back creating a rather large distance between them. Next she watched as the young man with short light brown hair spoke, his own hands dug into his pockets.

"Hi, that's Mary-Margaret and I'm David." He nodded to the blonde girl after introducing his beaming wife and himself, he extended his hand and Emma hesitantly took it and together a small brief shake introduced the two off them.

"I'm Henry!" The boy exclaimed from his spot beside his mother. He sent her a small wave as he shouldered his back pack.

"Hey kid." Emma nodded to him.

"I'm not a kid. I'm almost twelve." The boy pointed out with a grouchy voice.

Emma heard David chuckle and found that maybe the family wasn't so bad. The woman seemed to be all out happy that she was there, if not a little to obsessive. The guy seemed okay, casual and easy going. The boy seemed...well she wasn't so sure what he seemed.

"Okay just give me a moment. I just have to go over some things with Emma for a second then she's all yours." The social worker told the trio soon to have an extra member, as she pulled Emma aside.

Emma quickly shut the back door of the car as she folded her arms across her chest.

"Okay so here's my number. Remember to call if anything goes wrong?" The woman handed over her number.

Emma took it, like always. She nodded.

"Are you okay?"

Emma was about to reply. To beg the woman to take her with her. Back to the foster home if neccessary and not leave her out in this hellish pit of a town that was once again she noted in her head the ass end of nowhere. She stopped and snapped her mouth shut as she watched a teenager that looked to be close to her age, getting out of a Mercedes. Emma couldn't tear her eyes away, the young woman was beautiful even from behind, perhaps especially from behind. Maybe this town wasn't so bad after.

"Emma?"

Emma turned back to her social worker. "Everythings fine. How bad could this small town really be?" She took another glance back at the young woman who must have felt like she was being watched. Her changing blue to green eyes met brown ones. Even from a distance she could tell they were brown, chocolately brown. Emma smiled lightly at the young woman. "Yeah. Welcome to Storybrooke, huh?"

TBC