I do not own 'Once Upon a Time' or the Rapunzel from 'Tangled.' I just own the way I made her in this.

Sunny was finally up and ready to leave. She doesn't have to help Mary Margaret today. She also has a part-time job at the art store, 'New Life Colors.' She's always loved drawing. It makes her feel like she's making another world when she draws a picture.

"Sunny, are you up?" Mary Margaret yelled up to her.

"Yeah, I'm on my way down," Sunny yell back.

And she did. She left her room and went downstairs to have some breakfast. She was hoping for something fast because she had to get to work early today. Luckily, she found a bowl of cereal on the table waiting for her. Thank god, Mary Margaret knew her well.

"Sweet," Sunny said happily and gratefully, "You never let me down, Mary."

Mary Margaret smiled at her from the window. Then she saw something that she didn't expect.

"Sunny, can you come over here?" Mary asked without taking her eyes off of what she's looking at, "There's something you've got to see."

Sunny walked over with her bowl of cereal and looked out the window to find what Mary Margaret was talking about. She stopped chewing when she saw what she meant. Unbelievingly, she saw that the Storybrooke clock tower was moving again. That clock hasn't moved for a long time and now it started working. How could it have moved all of a sudden? Magic?

SLAM!

Tate woke up suddenly to a door slam. He looked up from the floor to see Emma at the door, looking like she wanted to kill something. Whatever it was, it was actually starting to concern Tate.

"Emma?" Tate questioned, making Emma gasp and turn around to see him awake.

"Oh, hey," she said calming down, "Sorry, did I wake you?"

"It's kind of hard to sleep when you hear a door slam hard enough to wake up all of Maine," he joked, making Emma chuckle.

"Well, sorry," she apologized, "I'm just a little upset right now. Your mayor was just here, threatening me to leave town."

NOW Tate was fully awake.

"What?" he exclaimed, standing up.

"Yeah," Emma nodded, "But don't worry. The only thing she's doing by threatening me is make me stay longer. I'm not leaving anytime soon."

Tate sighed in relief at that. Because the last thing she wanted was for her to leave. For some reason, it doesn't feel like it's just for Henry anymore. It's because she's been the first mother figure he's ever had, and she's only been here for a day. Apparently, he was thinking so much, he didn't even notice her put on a jacket and nearly stepping out.

"Wait," he said to stop her.

Emma turned to Tate, confused at what he wanted to make her stop. He just put his leather jacket on with a smile.

"How about I give you a small tour of the town, as a thank you for letting me stay here with you?" he offered, genuinely and not in a mischief manner.

Emma was rather take back by that offer. According to Graham, he was the towns trouble-maker. However, seeing that grateful look in his eyes, she could tell immediately that he wasn't what people said he was. If anything, he was just like her.

"I'd like that."

After only a few places, Tate took Emma to Granny's for some breakfast.

"I know they probably have good cafe's in Boston, but nobody has food like this place," he said to Emma with a mouth full of hotcakes.

Emma just nodded with what he said, considering she wasn't paying much attention. She was actually trying to read the paper, holding an apple from the mayor while Tate was eating his breakfast. Food was on Emma, of course.

"Here you go," Ruby came in, offering something that stopped Emma from taking a bite of the apple.

She looked on the counter to see a cup of hot chocolate with cinnamon. Which surprised her because not a lot of people like it like that. Tate was the one who said something about it though.

"Ruby," he intervened, "neither of us ordered hot chocolate with cinnamon."

"Yeah, I know," Ruby just smiled, flirtatiously, "This woman has an admirer."

Emma and Tate just looked at each other before they looked behind them to see Graham sitting in a booth. Now they both looked at each other with a knowing look on their face, saying the exact same thing, "Sheriff."

Emma picked up the cup and walked over, Tate following just for the show. However, it was only Emma Graham noticed. When he saw her, it gave him a good reason to smile.

"Ah. So you've decided to stay?" he pointed out, still smiling.

"Observant. Important for a cop," Emma stated back flatly.

"It's good news for our tourist business, it's bad for our local signage," Graham attempted at the bad joke. Which made Tate shake his head at the sheriff.

"I'm guessing girls don't find you funny," Tate retorted, making Graham notice he was there.

"What are you doing here?" he asked a bit unpleasantly.

"Emma treated to me to breakfast. Now I'm just here for the show," Tate replied, putting on a 'smart-ass' grin, which made Graham roll his eyes. Now Emma had to talk to Graham before anything else happened between the two.

"Look," she intervened, "the cocoa was a nice gesture, and I am impressed that you guessed that I like cinnamon on my chocolate because most people don't, but I am not here to flirt. So thank you, but no thank you."

With that, she put the cup of cocoa on the table. Little did she know, Graham was confused the whole time and responded, "I didn't send it."

"I did," came a child's voice. They all looked up to see Henry a couple of booths behind Graham. He grabbed his bag and walked over to them, "I like cinnamon, too."

Tate just chuckled at Henry's antic. He was getting smarter than ever.

"This is exactly why you're my favorite kid, Henry," he praised while high-fiving Henry, but he wasn't off the hook with Emma.

"Don't you have school?" she asked.

"Duh. I'm ten," he retorted, earning another chuckle from Tate, "Walk me."

"Well, Tate's actually showing me around town," She told Henry gently. She honestly may have wanted to do, but she couldn't just ditch Tate. However, as much as Tate wants to keep up with the tour, this is Henry's mother. She needs to get to know him.

"It's okay," he told Emma nicely, "Walk Henry to school. I'm going to go see how Sunny's doing at her job anyway. Later, kid," Henry just nodded in acknowledgement at Tate as he walked out.

"Wait a minute," Emma just realized something, "Shouldn't they be in school too?"

"Not really," Henry responded, shaking his head, "Sunny graduated early, so she works at the art store now. Tate's a drop-out."

"A big shame for that too," Graham intervened, which was actually a bad idea, "Instead of getting a diploma, he's got me arresting him 24-7. Can never figure out how he became a lost cause."

Hearing that was something Emma never wanted to hear from a man of the law. The whole time she had with Tate was different from what Graham is saying. In fact, that is exactly she told him once she got in his face.

"Listen to me, sheriff," she began firmly, "I wouldn't so quick to judge people like that. That kid is living alone with no one to look after him. Obviously from what I can see, I'm the only one around here who's getting to know Tate enough to know that he's a nice kid who is misunderstood. My advice, stop talking crap about him just because of his actions and actually get to know him. If not, leave him alone."

That caught Graham off guard, but Emma didn't care. She just took Henry and took him to school.

Sunny was still in the art store, working like she should be. She was putting away flat-ended paint brush when she heard to bell.

"Welcome to 'New Life Colors,'" she said the usual store greeting, "Acrylics are half off this week."

She turned around to see that the customer was actually Tate, no doubt coming in to see her again. He always came to the art store just to hang out with her. She's not complaining about it though. She always felt refreshed whenever Tate came in to chat.

"That's nice to hear," he greeted like a regular customer before he adding his own wit, "The only problem is I don't know what an acrylic is."

Hearing that made Sunny laugh while saying, "Hey, Tate."

"Hi, Sunny," he greeted back while walking over to her to help put away some brushes, which made her smile. Tate was always a nice guy, even if he doesn't always show it. Speaking of nice...

"So, I heard you gave Emma a small tour of the town," she brought to, only because she was glad he did.

"Yeah," Tate nodded with a smile, "She rented a room at Granny's and she paid extra for me to stay with her. I figured it was only fair that I showed her around since she's staying for a while."

That caught Sunny off guard. She had no idea Emma did that for Tate.

"She did that for you?" she whispered gently.

Tate stopped what he was doing and looked at Sunny with a genuine smile.

"Yeah," he whispered back, "That was the first time anybody has been that nice to me. Besides you, of course."

That made Sunny sad to hear. She hated it when Tate says something like that. She understands that he finds his way into trouble a lot, but that didn't mean he has to get treated the way he does. It's upsetting and cruel. She has offered to talk to Mary Margaret about letting him move in, but Tate was as stubborn as a mule. He wasn't going to impose like that no matter how many offers he gets for it. Although, it does make her happy that there's finally someone else treating him right; like a real person.

"I'm glad," she told him honestly before getting back on subject, "Speaking of Emma, where is she now? I know Storybrooke is small, but not THAT small," she said that while going behind the desk with the register.

"I know," Tate responded while following her to the front of the desk, "While we were getting breakfast, Henry showed up for her to take him to school."

"That's nice," Sunny nodded. Suddenly, she remembered something he wanted to ask Tate, "By the way, about Henry, have you heard his theory about the town?"

Tate had to laugh at that. Is there anyone in town who doesn't know about that book?

"Who hasn't?" he responded with a question, "He told me about it before he left to find Emma. Everyone in Storybrooke as a Fairy Tale character in that book of his. Does he think your one too?"

"Oh, he thinks I'm one, alright," she smirked jokingly.

"Which one?" he asked curiously with a wide grin.

Sunny bit her lip, thinking whether or not she should tell him. She didn't want him to laugh because it was ridiculous, but it couldn't possibly be as worse than anyone else who might be in the book so she leaned in on the desk, motioned Tate to come closer, then she actually told him who Henry thinks she is, "He thinks I'm Rapunzel."

Tate's face remained the same; curious eyes and a Cheshire cat grin. He actually remained like that for a few more seconds before he moved his head to get a better view of the back of Sunny's head, which made Sunny laugh since Mary Margaret did the same thing when she told her.

"Yeah, I know," she still laughed while rubbing her head, "Not much of a comparison to a teenage girl with a pixie cut."

"Absolutely none," he responded, laughing along with her.

Sunny finally stopped laughing and asked Tate about him in the book, "What about you?"

Tate kept a big-ass grin and shook his head, meaning he doesn't want to tell. Too bad for him, Sunny doesn't give up so easily.

"Come on, Tate," she pleaded, "Tell me. Who does Henry think you are?"

"No, I don't like it," he turned down and shook his head some more.

"Please?" she started to beg, "I told you who I was. It's only fair."

He still smiled, but he was actually driven into a corner. He really doesn't want to say, but she was right; it's only fair he tells her since she did him. So he sighed before telling her, while rolling his eyes, who Henry said he was, "Peter Pan."

He still had his smile on, but Sunny's started to drop slowly in shock. Henry told her a few other details about Rapunzel in the book; one of them being that Peter Pan was supposed to be her true love. So if Tate was Peter Pan and she was Rapunzel, does that mean they're soul mates in real life too?

"Sunny? Are you okay?"

She finally snapped out of it when Tate started talking again. He was looking at her confused and a little concerned. Sunny barely daydreams, so it kind of worried Tate a bit.

"Y-yeah," she stuttered, "I'm okay."

"Are you sure?" he asked again, still concerned, which made Sunny smile, thankful for being worried about her.

"You're sweet. I promise you I'm alright," she reassured, making him smile back in relief.

The last thing he wanted for Sunny was for something to happen to her. Especially since he liked her. He doesn't even know that she likes him back. In fact, they started to just stare into each other's eye right now.

RRRRIIIIIINNNNGGG!

They both jumped when they heard the stores phone ring. Unfortunately, it also broke any connection they probably had. Sighing, Sunny walked over to the phone and answered it, while Tate glared at the ceiling mumbling 'always at the worst time.'

"'New Life Colors.' This is Sunny. How may I help you?" she was silent for a few seconds before she answered the person who called, "Mary, what is it?" what Sunny heard was the last thing she would expect.

"Arrested!?"

Sunny ran as fast as she could to the police station, Tate following her once he heard Emma got arrested. They were there just in time when they saw Mary Margaret with Henry running into the building. They went in with them to see Graham taking Emma's mug shot.

"Henry!" exclaimed Graham, "Henry, what are you doing here?"

"His mother told him what happened," Mary Margaret answered Graham.

Tate just rolled his eyes at that, "Well, that's no surprise."

It wasn't until Tate spoke that Graham noticed he and Sunny were there.

"Okay, what are you two doing here?" he asked, almost sounding annoyed because they were always around.

"Mary Margaret called me at work," Sunny explained, "Tate was with me when she did."

Graham nodded at that in understanding, but Emma wasn't listening to anymore of this. She had to tell Henry what really happened.

"Henry, I don't know what she said-"

She was cut off by Henry for him to say, "You're a genius," that was confusing for everyone. Why would Henry think it was genius for his mom to get arrested? "I know what you were up to. You were gathering intel for Operation Cobra."

He was whispering the codename, but everyone in the room could still hear them. After Sunny heard it, she looked to Tate, mouthing 'Cobra?' From the way he looked and shrugged, he looked just as confused. So was everyone else. All, but Emma, that is.

"I'm sorry," said Graham, "I'm a bit lost."

"It's need to know, Sheriff," Henry through in, throwing Graham off guard with those words, "And all you need to know is that Miss Blanchard's going to bail her out."

That surprised everyone, enough for them to look at Mary Margaret.

"You are?" Emma asked.

Then Sunny, "You are?"

And lastly, Tate, "Why are you?"

Honestly, it was because of Henry, but she couldn't just say that. Otherwise, Graham probably wouldn't let her out. But there was another reason why.

"I trust you."

Emma was rather caught off guard when she said that, but she didn't want to talk about it right now. She actually had something else to do.

"Well," She stated, putting her hands in front of Graham, "if you can uncuff me, I have something to do."

And that's what Graham did. Once the cuffs were off and Graham took Mary and the others to sort out the bail money, Emma stopped Tate to ask him an important question, "Kid, you know where I get a chainsaw?"

Tate was rather taken back by that question. He didn't know what was going on through her mind, but he took her to where she could get one anyway.

It was night time once again. Sunny invited Tate to stay over for a while to talk about what happened. Mary Margaret didn't mind him in Sunny's room, so long as it was kept PG in there, which they did since Sunny was sitting on her bed and Tate on her desk chair. Needless to say, Sunny was beyond flabbergasted to hear what Emma actually did with a chainsaw.

"She cut down a couple of branches from the mayors apple trees!?" she exclaimed loudly.

Tate was smiling the whole time he told the story. And he may have laughed a couple of times.

"Right to end of the whole branch!" he exclaimed back in absolute excitement, "I don't understand why I didn't think of that sooner!"

"Maybe because you'd be arrested again!" she exclaimed again, making Tate's happy look turn sheepish, "Do you even realize what Emma just got herself into?"

"It was the mayor she went after," he retorted, "I know better than anyone. Even so, it didn't stop her the first time. Besides, if it makes you feel any better, she got kicked out of the inn for getting arrested. No doubt Regina called the place."

Sunny was now shocked the Emma was thrown out at Granny's. That means Tate doesn't have the room either.

"Hold on," she halted, "Now she doesn't have a place to stay? YOU don't have a place to stay?"

"It's alright," Tate reassured her, "It's not as cold as it was yesterday. I can sleep back in the hut."

"It still doesn't seem comfortable," she pointed out, "I can still talk to Mary Margaret about-"

"Sunny, no!" Tate exclaimed, almost sounding annoyed about the same offer, "I told you before; this place is small enough as it is. Another room or not, I'm not going to intrude. Besides, one boy and two girls; can you see how that doesn't add up well?" he talked about the boys and girls things while moving his hands like a scale. It still didn't make Sunny any better. Tate could tell by her groaning while falling onto her bed pillow.

"I'm sorry, Sunny," he apologized, hoping it would help, "I appreciate you trying, really, but I'll be okay," even if he said that, Sunny didn't want to believe him. No one should be living the way he does now, not even him.

"I know, but still, you shouldn't be living like that. Nobody should," she told him, hoping that it may convince him somehow.

Tate was about to reason some more until he heard a bell chime. He went to look out the window to see the it was the towns clock tower, which read 6:30. That meant he had to leave.

"We'll talk about this tomorrow. It's getting late."

Sunny sat up again to stop him, "But-" she stopped when Tate put his hand up, meaning he does not want her to say anymore.

"Not a word," he said in an orderly tone, "I've stayed there for as long as I can remember. I'll be fine for another day."

With that, he left Sunny's room, missing her groan all over again. As he went downstairs, he noticed Emma was with Mary Margaret at the table.

"Good night, girls," Tate said before he opened the front door, but before he went out of it, he turned back at Emma, "Oh, and Emma," Emma turned and looked to Tate. He was smiling like he wanted something, "Next time, I want a turn with that chainsaw on the tree."

Mary was surprised to hear the he was there with Emma, while Emma just looked at the boy looking tired for the day.

"Thanks kid, but I don't think I'm chopping down another tree anytime soon," she responded lazily, before winking at him when Mary Margaret was not looking. Tate was just smiling before he went out the door, then out of the building.

He never even noticed that Sunny was watching him to make sure he was leaving safely. He still doesn't even realize how much he worries her when he stays in that hut. She couldn't take it anymore and went to see if there was something Mary Margaret could do.

"By the way, what's the story on Tate and Sunny?" she heard Emma ask, making the said girl stop where she was.

Emma was probably the only person to ask about her and Tate. In fact, she's never heard Mary Margaret say what she thinks of Tate. Curious, she stayed at the top of the stairs and listened to what she had to say.

"They're old friends," Mary Margaret answered, "They always seem like opposites to everyone in town, but they've been the best of friends for a long time."

"Yeah, I noticed," Emma stated the obvious, before asking something she really wanted to ask, "Can I ask about Tate? Graham told me about he tends to cause some trouble in town."

"Yeah, but I think it's because he's mad inside," Mary responded intuitively, "When I say he and Sunny are opposites, I mean more than just personality wise. They're both orphans, but I let Sunny move in with me while no one's even bothered to help Tate. Sunny's with me, Tate's on his own. She's got half the town, he's has no one."

"He's preaching to the choir," Emma said, shocking Sunny, for she did not know Emma was an orphan, "But Sunny doesn't seem to have a problem with him."

"Like I said; they're old friends. And he's a lot nicer than people give him credit for. People just don't see it," hearing that made Sunny smile, because it sounded like Mary Margaret does see it.

"From what I'm hearing, you do," Emma pointed out, "So why not let him stay here?"

"Don't get me wrong," Mary Margaret reassured, "I want him to, but I've heard Tate and Sunny talk about it and Tate doesn't want to move in. He won't come to me and ask himself or anything, and I can't force him. Otherwise, he'll just get into more trouble, so there's not much I can do."

It still saddens Sunny when she hears about Tate being alone like that, but it makes her really happy to know that Mary Margaret sees the good in Tate. Now that that was settled, she decided to go to her room and take a shower. The first thing she did was take off the necklace she always wore; a silver necklace with a flower charm at the end of it.

Tate walked into the hut he was staying in, shivering at the cold wind blowing in. Maybe he lied to Sunny about the nighttime being warm tonight, but she doesn't need to worry about him. He never wants her to. Not because he thought of it as charity or anything; he just doesn't like that pleading look on her face. He tried forgetting about while he tried to find something warm to wear until he saw his bed have a big red comforter on it, which is strange because Tate doesn't have a comforter. He also noticed a note on the bed. He went over, picked it up, and read what it said.

Henry told me you lived here. I never trusted the weather. Sleep well, kid.

Emma

Tate kept re-reading the note to make sure it was true. Emma actually cared enough to give him something to make himself comfortable at night. He held back his tears the whole time he got ready for bed. It wasn't until he went under the comfortable blanket from Emma that tears finally came out of his eyes. For all he knew, this could be from his little good luck charm; a necklace that was just a long piece of string with a bunch of acorns hanging from it.

Alright! I got the second chapter done and out of the way! I told you guys I was going to get a chapter or two through soon because I'm on my short vacation from school. BTW, I passed my statistics class! I'M DONE WITH MY MATH CLASSES!

I think a few of these chapters will get a little easier and faster since I just bought season 1 and 2 yesterday. I've only seen each episode once (except for the Peter Pan episodes. Tee-hee), so they'll take some getting used to. And I'm only half way through the 3rd season online, so bear with me, I'm only just adjusting to the show, but I REALLY do love it. At any rate, I'll post the next one as soon as I can.

Also, let me know if any of you see the breaklines, because I tried posting them in the last chapter, but they never appeared for some reason.