I don't own anything but Charlotte and the plot.

Hello-Charlotte's thoughts


I woke up to darkness, which immediately scared the crap out of me. I tore off the blindfold and was greeted with a frightened Will and a beautiful country side. I could see a farm house and a barn out of the corner of my eye.

"Sorry, when I wake up in dark places, I tend to be in places like prisons, so I freaked out," I apologized.

"No it's your eyes". I looked in the rear view mirror to see that my eyes were gold-my real eye color. I had changed my eye color to green at the airport. Oh shit.

"My eyes change color," I said simply. "No idea why or how, I've had it since I've been with the Stars".

"Okay..." he said as I got out of the truck, grabbing my suitcases after my feet hit the ground.

"So, what are the Stars exactly?" Will inquired as we walked towards the farm house. Of course the government didn't fill him in-they probably just told them that a chick from the Stars was going to help out by babysitting his kid.

"Stars is short for the Five Stars, which is the full organization name," I explained, being careful with the information I gave out. "We're an all girl group, mostly people with... rare abilities or a special skill set".

"What do you mean?" he asked, confused.

"When I tell you, don't freak out," I told him and took a deep breath. "Some of us specialize in different things-assassination, hacking, major planning, etc. Some of us are relatively normal, others have crazy abilities that I'm not cleared to tell you about, but most of us are normal". The most common abilities we get are telepathy and telekinesis. Shapeshifting and immortality are rarer. Elemental manipulation, the ones who are taught or born with it, are the rarest. I couldn't stop the thoughts-they were part of my training.

The major looked shocked. "Where do they recruit?".

"We hand pick from orphanages or off the streets. Sometimes we go to girls with abilities no matter where they're at, but we always give them a choice unless they're hurting other people around them. Then we have to get them out before they kill someone or get taken into a lab to be tested on. We take in anyone, but we don't let them be a full Star unless they have training, then they can take jobs''. I left out what the training was exactly. It's more intense than a military workout and the instructors are stricter than a drill sergeant. That's what I told the rookies to scare the pants off of 'em.

"What jobs do you Stars do?".

"You're awful curious, aren't ya?" I muttered, then spoke up. "Anything from healing to assassination, a major heist to hacking a company. We're mostly known for assassinations though-Jaz, the girl who you were expecting, she kills people with a bow and arrow and she's one of the better known Stars. There's different categories for different skill sets, but I can't name all of 'em". I actually can name all of them, but that information's classified. Glamour Stars, Blazing Stars, Bright Star, Shooting Stars and Super Stars.

"What do you do?" he questioned.

"I tag team with Jaz on assassinations and I steal things. Stuff like museum pieces mostly," I told him, picking out little details like how I seduce people and create scandals to bring down governments and companies.

"You're not here to recruit Annabelle, are you?". So that's why he was asking all the questions.

"Hell no, we would have come straight to your door and asked or came in with an extraction team and took her if she was dangerous. Unless she's a major threat to society or will try to kill me with her mad ninja skills, I can't recruit her," I told him comfortingly. "How old is she again?".

"Three," he answered.

"The only person we recruited around that age was six and that was Jaz. That's because someone put her in a coma and her mother personally requested we put her in the Stars. I highly doubt your wife will want your daughter to be an elite assassin, so she's safe". Will laughed at the last sentence.

"That's good," he said, letting out a pent up breath as we reached the farm house. It was an older style, but in good shape. I walked in and saw a pretty woman with blonde hair and a kind smile. I presumed she was Will's wife. A young girl sat on the couch, her blonde hair in pigtails, talking about some made up story about a unicorn and a knight.

"Hello, you must be the nanny, I'm Sarah," the woman gave me a warm smile. She didn't say a word about my eyes or the revolver strapped to my side, just smiled. It was a nice change.

"Hi, I'm Charlotte," I told her with an equally warm smile. I walked over to the young girl and knelt down to her height.

"Are you my new babysitter?" she asked, tilting her head to the side slightly that was absolutely adorable.

"Yep, I'm Charlotte, you can call me Char for short".

"Why are you eyes a funny color?" Annabelle asked.

"Annabelle!" Sarah exclaimed, clearly embarrassed.

"No it's fine. I don't really know".

"Really?'.

"Nope, but I do know that I can change my eyes different colors".

"Do it!" Annabelle cheered. I grinned and did as she said. I turned my eyes electric blue, then poison green, to bright purple, to neon pink and back to gold. "That's so cool! Can you change your hair or your skin?".

"No, I'm stuck with this color forever". I showed her a strand of my curly, dark brown hair.

"What's with your funny voice?". Sarah looked like she was going to faint.

"You're curious, are ya?" I smiled. "Just like your dad". I massaged my throat and cleared it a few times so that my fake Russian accent was gone. "This better?" I asked with my natural English accent.

"You sound like 'Hide!" Annabelle said with a smile. "Daddy, can she meet 'Hide?". Lennox went pale and looked at me nervously.

"Erm, no," he answered, then turned to me. "'Hide' is one of the nicknames she gave one of my friends from work". I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm not from your dad's work," I gave her an apologetic smile as she pouted.

"So, are we all good here?" Sarah asked.

"Yep," I said, popping the p.

"Good, her bedtime's eight thirty, she should start brushing her teeth and stuff around eight," Sarah informed me as she grabbed her purse. "Since I have to go to the hospital all the way in London for my sister, I won't be back for quite a while".

"Oh, it's fine," I shrugged. "We'll find some way to have fun".

"Okay, good luck with her, there's emergency contacts on the fridge," Lennox called as he walked out the door. As the door shut, I sat down on the couch next to Annabelle.

"How old are you?" she asked.

"I'm sixteen, I'll be seventeen in a few months," I informed her, checking the time. It was already seven forty five in the evening. "Did you eat yet?".

"Nope, I'm hungry," Annabelle said.

"'Kay, you want some PB and J?" I asked, walking towards the kitchen.

"Yes!" she exclaimed. I love little kids, they're so happy and much more fun to be around than stuffy adults or the kids my age-they were mean and hateful when they wanted to be. I searched the cabinets for bread, peanut butter and grape jelly. I found them quickly and made note which cabinets they were in so that I could put them back correctly. I found a knife in the drawer and began spreading the peanut butter on one of the slices of bread while Annabelle told me all about herself. She was three and a half, her favorite thing to do was draw, her favorite color was black (weird, but I liked the color gold when I was younger because it was the color of my revolver) and she wanted to be in the army just like her daddy when she grew up.

"Can I go outside today?" she questioned as I set her sandwich and a glass of water in front of her.

"It's a bit too dark now, maybe tomorrow," I suggested as I ate my own PB and J.

"Okay!". Again love hanging around with little kids. They're so enthusiastic and they're so honest. I waited for her to finish eating as I put away the things I got out to make her dinner.

"It's already eight, I guess you should get ready for bed".

"'Kay, can you tell me a bedtime story?".

"Sure, only if you get ready". She nodded and ran to her room in the blink of an eye. I followed her, looking at the pictures that decorated the walls of her home. I continued on to her room to find her already in her pink pajamas. "You already brushed your teeth and everything?".

"Yep!" Annabelle told me proudly. Damn, she was quick. She hopped in her bed, scooting under the covers and grabbing a well loved teddy bear. "Tell me a story!".

"Okay...". I was extremely creative and I read a lot. I finally found a story in my mental library to tell her.

"Once upon a time, there was a woman named Cora. She was the daughter of the town miller. One day...".


She's telling a story version of the Once Upon a Time episode 'The Miller's Daughter', if anyone wants to know. I turn Once Upon a Time episodes into bed time stories all the time with the kids I babysit. I don't own OUAT.

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-MJ2001