This story is just falling from my fingertips! I haven't been able to stop writing! I will warn you updates definitely won't always be this fast. Please review and tell me what you think so far! Yours truly, MLW.
Emma hadn't expected much when she pulled into town, inwardly grimacing at the Welcome to Storybrooke Maine sign. Another dull town for her to become invisible in. Another place to hide.
Emma was used to hiding, in fact that's all she was used to doing. In the group homes she hid from the other kids. In the foster homes, from the abusive parents looking for a check.
She had a family once, a loving mother and father, but they gave her back when they had a baby of their own. So now she hid from familys too. Emma Swan had nobody, and she prefered to keep it that way, thank you very much.
After a particularly bad bonds case gone wrong in Manhattan, Emma had decided it was time to move on and start anew. So she packed up and headed out, which is how she found herself in the doorway of Grannys Bed and Breakfast in Storybrooke Maine.
Eyes locked with the most beautiful woman she had ever seen.
Emma quickly averted her eyes, acting as though she was just sweeping through the small crowd. Her eyes kept returning to her though. The brunette sat at the counter, a small boy sitting next to her. Her dark raven hair fell to her shoulders in naturally styled swoops. Her face was angelic, with sharp cheekbones and high brows. Her eyes were captivating, a gorgeous chocolate brown.
Emma walked to the counter and approached the elderly lady standing behind the bar. Just sizing her up, Emma could tell she was a force to be reckoned with. She liked her already.
Behind her, she could feel the brunettes eyes boring into her back, and next to her the boy stared less subtly, his big hazel eyes wide.
"Hi. Do you have a room available?" She asked the question quietly, but still her voice carried throughout the room. Emma cleared her throat and leaned against the counter. The older woman walked off, hopefully to find her a key.
Behind her the brunettes stool squealed along the tiled floor as she stood. Emma pretended as if she heard nothing and continued staring at the doorway the other woman had disappeared through. She heard a throat being cleared behind her and turned. Emma found herself face to face with the brunette, a hand reached out to shake her own.
"Good morning, I'm Regina Mills. The mayor." Her voice was sensual, husky, and it took Emma a minute to reply.
"Pleased to make your aquaintance, Madame Mayor." Emma replied, allowing a smirk to grace her lips. "I'm Emma Swan."
Emma watched as Regina's full lips curled up in a similar smile, her brown eyes flashing.
"Welcome to Storybrooke, Miss Swan."
It was then that both women realized they were still holding hands and that they were the center of attention for the whole diner. Emma stepped back offering only a sheepish grin to the older woman who had been waiting to take her to a room. Glancing back once at Regina, Emma nodded once as she walked out of the room.
Then grimaced as she heard everyone butst into conversation behind her.
"Nevermind them, bunch of gossibing mongers. I'm Granny. Its a pleasure to meet you Miss. Swan." The gray haired woman walked briskly as she spoke, forcing Emma to keep up behind her.
"Please, just call me Emma." She felt uneasy around the elder, who clearly knew her stuff.
Granny grunted and opened the door of a room on the third floor.
"There you are. If you need anything, come find me." With that Granny walked out, leaving Emma alone at last.
Emma glanced around the room, noticing the desk and lamp in the corner and small twin bed along the side wall. Really though her mind was running through the conversation she had with the mayor. She was impressed with Regina's composure throughout the conversation. She had met Emma glance for glance and smirk for smirk. Rolling her eyes at the direction her thoughts had taken her Emma threw her pack on her bed and flopped back. She was exhausted.
Emma fell asleep still thinking about the striking brunette.
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Emma slept straight through til the next morning and woke stiff, her body protesting even the smallest of movement's. She got up and dressed quickly though, checking her appearence in the mirror as she walked down to grab a cup of coffee from Granny. Despite the red blotches along her cheeks and the slightly hetic look in her green eyes, she found little fault.
Walking into the dining hall led to a sudden silence. Granny let out a huff while rolling her eyes at her patrons. Holding out a to go cup she winked at Emma.
"On the house," she said smiling.
Emma took the cup graciously, her eyes wide. The simple act of kindness caught her off guard. She managed a choked, "thank you!" as she hurried out. The air was frigid, burning her exposed skin, and whipping her blonde curls around her face. It was far too cold for this early in fall.
She took a deep breath as she climbed into her beat up and weather worn bug. An audacious yellow, Emma loved the thought that even her car got more attention then her, despite its dilapidated state. It was ironic, and Emma loved irony.
As she sat in the front seat Emma noticed something. A sign for an open post in the sherrifs department was stapled to the telephone pole outside the bugs window.
She leaned back in her seat as she thought about it. Could this be her next hiding place? The next town she melded into? Out of the corner of her eye she caught movement. Upon turning her head, Emma's decision was made. She would stay here a little while, until she determined her next move in life.
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Across the street Mayor Mills led Henry to school, her hand folded around his baby one. A smile graced her lips at the sight of a blonde exiting an ostentatious yellow car and walking back into the Bed and Breakfast.
