Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time

AN: This is just a little tiny ficlet I've decided to throw together. It's an idea I've had for a while. What would happen if the Storybrooke crew stumbled upon some FanFiction and what would that mean for the town if everyone knew about them. I hope you enjoy it!

Chapter One

"Emma, I think we should be concerned about this." David paced around the attic of the abandoned house in the woods of Storybrooke.

Sighing at her father, Emma responded, "Hence why we are here sifting through boxes." Early in the day, before she'd had her cocoa, Leroy had come sprinting into town screaming that everyone was going to die because there was a new witch or ghost in town. He'd seen something apparently floating in the windows. Now David was panicking that some new big bad was in town. Personally, Emma was enjoying the quiet and was in no rush to find a fresh set of villains.

The first two floors of the cabin hadn't shown anything suspicious and Emma was skeptical they'd find anything in the tiny, cramped attic. Leroy did always have a flair for the dramatic.

"I'm just saying," David continued, "no one has ever seen this house before."

Letting out a groan, Emma ripped open a box. "Dad, there are lots of cabins in the woods. I doubt anyone other than Gold knows about all of them. And Leroy always thinks someone is going to die." She opened her mouth to say more, but stopped when a familiar book caught her eye.

"Emma?" Her father rested his hand gently on her shoulder, "What is it?"

"There's another one." She held up the large leather-bound book with the title Once Upon a Time gleaming in an intricate embossed script on the cover.

Reaching out, David reverently took the book from Emma. "I wonder whose story it tells. I wonder what land it's from." As David flipped through the book, Emma peered down into the box once more.

"There are a lot of them." When her father didn't respond, Emma pulled another one out and opened the book, reading aloud:

"These books, though fiction, are about the lives of the residents of a magical town called Storybrooke. No one knows the town exists, but over the years we have compiled enough information about the town's mystical residents and are attempting to rewrite their history. Perhaps one day we'll be able to make one of our stories come true."

Emma glanced up at David once she was finished reading.

"What does that even mean?" David asked.

Flipping through the book in her hand, she replied, "They're stories. Stories about us." A crash outside made them jump. "Let's take these back to the station. We'll call Killian and start to sift through them together." She suggested.

When David and Emma arrived at the Sheriff's Station Killian was already pacing in front of the jail cells. When he heard the door slam shut he jumped, "Love, you seemed worried. What happened?" He took the box out of her arms and moved towards the small evidence table. "Are these all books? Are you alright?" He questioned rapidly.

Emma nodded, smiling softly at his concern. "Yeah, they are. Wait until you see what's inside them." As they settled in, Emma explained how Leroy had come sprinting into the station that morning screeching about floating lights in the woods and how everyone was going to die.

"And nothing seemed suspicious about the cabin?" Killian questioned as he read over the dedication in the book Emma handed him.

Shaking her head, Emma replied, "No, just your run of the mill, dilapidated two story cabin. We found these in the attic." She told her husband.

"Well then, I suggest we flip through these and see what the stories are about before we summon Her Majesty."

For the next two hours David, Killian and Emma poured over the books. The stories varied from staying fairly true to their current lives, to them living in the land without magic, to having them attend Hogwarts and other absurdities. "I think it's time to call Regina and Mom." Emma snapped her book shut. "Whoever these people are, they're trying to steal power from the Author, from Henry, and based on some of what I've read we definitely can't let that happen or we could lose each other all over again."

"This is impossible." Regina tossed one of the books back in the box. "There's no way outsiders snuck into our town and –"

"Pan had an entire network working for him that was all over the world. And four of his people got into town." Emma reminded her. It felt like lifetimes ago when Henry was so young and they'd all just found each other. And then he was ripped from her. And it happened over and over again.

Crossing her arms, Regina shot Emma an icy glare. "Well there's no way to accomplish this. Besides, since Henry left magic behind it hardly matters."

Emma withdrew slightly at Regina's words. After college, Henry never came back to Storybrooke and he seemed to turn his back on all things magic. He'd moved all the way to Seattle, Washington, he rarely called, he didn't visit, and he didn't want them to visit either. He was still finding his own happy ending.

Sensing Emma's distress and knowing Regina's words were also a self-defense mechanism, Killian jumped in. "Well, perhaps the three of us should venture to Washington to see the lad?" He suggested. He knew both Emma and Regina missed Henry fiercely. Everyone did, but no one could force him back into this life. It was a decision he had to make on his own. "Just to warn him and see if he's noted anything out of the ordinary. Dave and Snow can begin the investigation here. Better safe than sorry as you say."

Regina instantly softened at Killian's suggestion. "I think that does sound like a good idea. At the very least it would be good to see him." Her brown eyes shot over to Emma, "Emma?"

Emma smiled at her son's other mother. "Yeah, we should check in on him." She agreed.

Grinning widely, Killian jumped up. "Splendid. I'll begin our packing and we'll need provisions –"

Reaching up, Emma tugged on her husband's hook. "Actually, we don't. We'll take the car down to Portland and fly.'

Closing his eyes, Killian groaned. "Bloody hell. I hate those contraptions."

With an eye roll, Regina also stood. "Please, you'll be just fine, pirate."

Seattle, Washington

Henry peered out the window of his apartment. It was raining. It was always raining in Seattle. Even though he couldn't see anything through the deluge of rain in the dark night, he was certain someone was out there watching him.

Or perhaps it was something.

XOXO

MAF