Title: The Miller With a Tiger Tattoo

Disclaimers: Don't own anything, anything at all. Although, I did sorta, mostly create(ish) Aggie.

Spoilers: For Once Upon a Time 02x10 "The Cricket Game" (Hopefully I'll get this story done before next Sunday, when I have no doubt all my guesses will be rendered wrong in some way... that is one of the good things about season finales, lots of time to write before there's new stuff that makes your fanfic... wrong... :))

A/N: I don't know if people who read my stuff only do it 'cause it's Emma/Regina, but, just a small warning for this story, I'm not sure that it's going to be Emma/Regina.

And, apologies, I could have sworn that when I entered it, I did so with the right title -Tiger- not -Dragon-. Or, maybe I'm too tired and made a mental slip. Oops... it is supposed to be tiger.

The pictures tell the story
This life has many shades
I'd wake up every morning and before I'd start each day
I'd take a drag from last nights cigarette
That smoldered in it's tray
Down a little something and then be on my way

"Excuse me... EXCUSE me..."

The dark haired woman glanced over at the older woman and took one of her ear buds out. "Huh?"

"Please turn that down young lady. I can hear it from over here."

The woman put a hand up. "Right, right, sorry 'bout that." She hit the stop button and took out the other ear bud. "A new album. The Dropkick Murphys."

The older woman smiled just a little, "Tessie? And State of Massachusetts, that one is more of a downer I think. I'm Mary Anne Lee."

The young woman raised an eyebrow, "Is one of those things your last name?"

Mary Anne Lee chuckled, "Nope. All my given name, not a sur among them. I had a lot of people to be named after apparently. Do you have a name?"

The young woman managed to look a little sheepish, "Ah, right. Aggie, call me Aggie."

Mary Anne Lee tilted her head to one side and regarded Aggie, "Is that you're given name?"

Aggie winced, "Ah, well... technically..."

"I told you mine, now..."

Aggie rolled her eyes, but did answer, "Agrona Morrigan Blanid."

Mary Anne Lee shook her head and Aggie got the feeling that she was seconds away from wagging her finger at her. "And you gave me grief for having three given names... hmmm... hmmm?"

Aggie smiled just a bit, "Yeah, sorry 'bout that."

Mary Anne Lee inclined her head, "Apology accepted. Is your name in there somewhere amongst all that... ink... that you have? Is that the correct way to say that."

That brought a chuckle to Aggie's lips, "Ah, no. I mean. Yeah, it's called ink, but, no, I don't have my name as one of my tattoos." Mary Anne Lee leaned across the aisle and squinted at Aggie's left arm which was covered with a tattoo sleeve, "Are they symbols? Or, a story?"

Aggie lifted her arm and touched the tattoo. "I... yeah. They're my stories. I think. I... I'm an orphan, so, I've sorta had to figure out who the hell I am as I go."

"Have you?"

Aggie traced the outline of a crown, and one of a red gem. "Mostly. I think." She cleared her throat and let her arm drop to the arm rest, "I'm hopin' that where I'm going in Maine fills in the rest of the blanks."

"So, you're not going up to PEI?"

Aggie shook her head, "No, no... staying in the US for now." She looked up and around, "Actually, I'm almost at my stop."

Mary Anne Lee frowned as she looked out the bus's windows, "But, there's nothing here at all."

Aggie stood, slinging the small carry on looking bag over her shoulder and glancing out the window, "For me... I think that everything's here." She looked back to Mary Anne Lee, "Nice meeting you Mary Anne Lee."

Mary Anne Lee smiled and stuck her hand out, Aggie shook it, "And thank you for turning down your music Agrona Morrigan Blanid."

Aggie smiled and made her way towards the front of the bus as it came to a stop. The bus driver gave her a look, "You sure ya wanna get out here lady?"

"Definitely."

She got off the bus and stood to one side as it passed. She hefted the bag higher on her shoulder and started walking down the way that the bus hadn't gone. It wasn't too long before she got to a sign by the side of the road. She paused for a moment, "Storybrooke." She rolled the word around in her mouth, saying it a couple of times. She had no burst of insight, so she shook her head and glanced down. There was a painted line on the road, that caused a frown to crease Aggie's face. She shook her head again and stepped over the line and then stumbled, going down on one knee and scraping the hell out of her palms too.

She knew.