I forgot to put in the last chapter, even though there's no curse or anything, in your mind, still picture the same actors for the adults. As for Emma, picture Abby Ross, who plays young Emma in flashbacks, rather than Jennifer Morrison. I'm still deciding which characters are going to be adults and which will be teens. For example, I was torn with Ruby because she's really Snow's friend from the Enchanted Forest, but I wanted Emma to be able to have a female friend her age.

Chapter Two: Shopping

Emma sat in the passenger seat of Mary's Subaru as they drove into town. She gazed out the window, in amazement at the small town.

"So, did you live in Boston your whole life?" Mary asked, glancing over at the young girl.

"Oh, no. I was born in Portland."

"Portland, Oregon?" Emma nodded. "Oh wow. When did you move to Boston?"

"When I was four. My biological father was on the run."

Mary felt her skin crawl at the mention of that terrible man. "I am so sorry for all you had to go through."

Emma was shocked. No one had ever said that before. Some had even accused her of lying, despite the evidence. "Uh, thanks." It was quiet for a minute. "What do you do? For a living?"

"I teach 5th grade at the local school. It actually runs as both an elementary school and a junior high, so you'll be going there. I promise I won't spy on you or anything." She saw a small smile go across the girl's face. "David's the local sheriff."

Emma turned pale. "Sheriff?"

"Yes. But it's such a small town, there's hardly any crime." She pulled to a stoplight and noticed Emma's face. "Oh darling, don't worry, he's not mean or anything like that. He's like a big old teddy bear." All the girl did was nod. "Do you have a favorite color?"

"Red."

"Mine's pink."

"Pink's okay, I guess."

"You can decorate your room however you want though, you know I have a friend, Granny…"

"You have a friend named Granny?"

Mary chuckled. "No, that's just what everyone calls her, she's like everyone's grandmother. Anyway, she's raising her granddaughter Ruby, she's about your age and that's her favorite color too."

"You really don't have to buy me anything, Mary, really…"

"I want to."

Soon, Mary found some parking on Main Street. Emma slowly got out of the car and looked around. The whole place looked so…quaint. Like what she pictured the Anne of Green Gables town would look like.

"Why don't we start with clothes shopping first? You can pick out anything you want." Mary took Emma's arm, not sure if she was overstepping or not, but the girl allowed it. She followed her into the shop and they were immediately greeted by a tall blonde.

"Mary!" She said with a smile. "How are you doing?"

"Great Ashley, I want you to meet Emma, she's the girl I was telling you about. Emma, this is Ashley, she runs the store."

"Nice to meet you," Emma replied quietly.

Ashley looked the girl up and down. "Well sweetheart, why don't we try to find you some nice outfits?"

"I really don't need anything…"

"Nonsense."

Mary could sense her foster daughter's fear. "Uh, Ash, I think we'll just look around, I don't know if personal shopping is Emma's thing."

The shop owner nodded. "Understandable."

Mary guided Emma over to the racks of teen clothes and she started to sort through them. She wasn't used to shopping. Normally, she just got older foster sibling's hand me downs. The only thing she spotted was a red faux leather jacket. She picked it up and looked at the size. It was too big for her, but that just meant there'd be room to grow. Her foster mother saw her eyeing.

"That's so cute and it's perfect for spring and fall. It looks like it'll be a little big."

"I don't mind. I actually like my jackets and sweaters big…comfier, you know."

Mary grinned. "For sure."

"Are you sure it's okay?" Emma tried to look at the price tag, but the woman with her snatched it before she could.

"Don't worry about it. Pick out what you like and then you can go try it on."

Emma timidly picked out a few more outfits, not wanting to ask for a lot. If Mary saw her eying something that she didn't pick, she'd just select it for her. She had Emma try on every outfit to make sure it fit, while waiting outside the dressing room. The teenager had never seen so many clothes in her life. It made her feel a little uncomfortable, but she didn't want to offend these people. They were being so generous.

"They must want me around for awhile," she muttered, as she pulled back on her street clothes. "Why else would she be getting me all this?"

"What was that, Emma?"

"Nothing." She opened the door and walked out. Ashley was already ringing up the clothes. Emma's eyebrows nearly shot off her head when she read off the price, but Mary didn't even flinch. She simply handed over her credit card. "Mary, you shouldn't have spent so much money."

"Oh sweets, that's nothing. Plus, it's all stuff you need." She gave her a warm smile. "Now, if you want, we don't have to go shopping for your room today. We could just go get something to eat and shop for the rest tomorrow."

"I don't want to put you out…"

"It's no trouble. Since I'm a teacher, I obviously don't have to work weekends."

"Don't you have homework to grade?"

"I try not to assign homework."

"I hope my teachers are like you." For the first time, Mary saw a smile go across her face.

She chuckled. "We'll see."

The girls loaded the bags into the back of Mary's car and then headed down the street to Granny's. Emma could notice lots of people staring at her, but they looked friendly and waved at Mary, who said things like "Hey Leroy." and "How's the baby, Aurora?"

"You know everyone," she commented as they walked into the diner.

"Perks of living in a small town and being a teacher." A tall teenager with dark hair and a red highlight approached them. "Well hello Ruby, you helping Granny out today?"

Ruby nodded and spotted Emma. "Who's this?"

"This is Emma, she's David and I's foster daughter."

"Oh, great to meet you. Are you going to start school on Monday?"

Emma shrugged. "I guess."

"Well if you need anyone to show you around, I'd be happy to."

"Thanks," she said. Ruby lead them to a table and they sat down.

In that moment, Mary realized she didn't know what Emma liked to eat. "What's your favorite food, Emma?"

"Um…" She bit her lip. "Onion rings."

Mary grinned. "I like them too. Do you like grilled cheese?"

"Yes."

"Alright Ruby, I guess we'll have two grilled cheeses with orders of onion rings. I'll have some lemon water, Emma?"

"Do you have Dr. Pepper?" She asked Ruby, nervously.

"We sure do. I'll go put the order in right now." She headed off to the kitchen.

"She seemed nice," Emma remarked.

"She is."

The door opened, causing a little bell to jingle and David walked in. Emma bit her lip, adjusting herself, attempting to be on her best behavior. Only with her luck would she end up with a cop. She wondered if he'd be able to tell that she had stolen the plastic bracelet around her wrist. Sure, it had been back in Boston, but he was the sheriff.

He put in his order with Ruby and slid in next to his wife.

"So how much damage did you girls do?" He teased.

"Oh not too bad," Mary Margaret replied as Ruby put the drinks out. "But she'll be all set to start school on Monday."

"Do I have to go to school?"

"Uh, yeah," David replied. "Why? Do you not like it?"

"I'm not that smart," she replied, sheepishly.

"I'm sure that's not true," he said, reassuringly. "And if you need help, we'll get you a tutor."

"You will?"

"Of course, we want you to succeed."

Emma gnawed on her lip. They were being so nice to her. Buying her all that stuff, now offering to get her a tutor…they had to want something. There's no way they were doing it for free.

Soon the food arrived and they all dug in. It was probably the best grilled cheese Emma had ever had. At the group home, they had to make all their own food and food made by teens wasn't exactly the best. It was warm and delicious and she savored every bit of it. It also didn't help that she didn't eat breakfast.

David smiled at her. "Well, since you ate all your lunch, maybe we should get desert."

Emma blushed. "Not five," she muttered, causing the people in front of her to chuckle.

"You're never too old for Granny's famous apple pie."

After some slices of pie with ice cream, David got called into the station and Emma agreed to do some more shopping with Mary. It was weird, but Emma was a little sad when David left.

Stop getting attached, she told herself. There has to be an ulterior motive.

They went and picked up some school supplies for Emma, just a backpack, some notebooks, binders and pens. Next they headed over to a furniture store. A nice man named August ran the shop with his father and showed them over to the bedding section.

"Mr. Gold gave us some nice selections this month," he explained.

"Who's Mr. Gold?"

"He runs the pawn shop and owns the inn," Mary told her. "He has a son, Baelfire. He's about a year older than you."

Emma couldn't help but snicker, then realized that was rude. "Sorry, I just uh, Baelfire's an unusual name."

"Yes, unfortunately that's the reaction most kids have," August mused. Emma suddenly felt bad. She knew how it felt to be picked on. She vowed right then and there that if she ever met this Baelfire, she wouldn't laugh at him. "Anyway, what color were you thinking?"

"You like red, right, Emma?" Mary asked.

She nodded. "Yes." She spotted a bedding set that wasn't red, though. It was a pink paisley print with white sheets. She picked it up and eyed it for a moment. She had never wanted anything pink, ever. But this was calling out to her.

Mary grinned. "That's very pretty."

"Can I…I mean is it…"

"Of course you can get it, hon," she handed it to August and got matching pillow cases.

Soon they were back at the house, Emma helped her foster mother bring up all the bags and they began to unload. Mary was going to put the suitcase on a shelf, when the baby blanket fell out. She lifted it up and traced the name "Emma". The lace along the blanket was purple and it was very big. Emma saw her looking at it and quickly took it away.

"Oh honey, I'm sorry, it's just a beautiful blanket."

She turned red again. "Oh. Thanks. I know I'm thirteen, it's just…uh…the only good thing I have left of my childhood. The only thing they ever let me keep…"

Mary smiled and put a hand on the child's face. "It's okay dear, I understand." Emma partially smiled and hugged it close. "Do you want to help me make your bed?"

The two made the bed, with Emma's baby blanket going on top. Mary unloaded the rest of the clothes into the closet and dresser.

"Now do you need any um, feminine supplies?" She asked, causing the girl to just blush again. "Oh sweetie, I'm sorry I asked…"

"No, it's okay. I uh, actually haven't gotten my period yet. I'm a late bloomer."

"That's completely fine. Just let me know when it happens, okay sweetie?" The girl nodded. "Well, we have some time before dinner. What do you want to do?"

This woman wanted to keep spending time with her? It was all becoming a little too much.

"Uh, do you think I could just take a rest? I had to wake up early so we could beat traffic."

Mary nodded and looked at her for a moment before laying a kiss to her head. Emma stared at her in shock. She couldn't remember her own mother doing that, let alone a foster mother. "Holler if you need anything." And with that, she went downstairs.

Emma threw herself back on the bed, hugging her blanket tight. Everything was just going so fast. They were so kind and generous and they didn't have any rules really…if this was her new life, she wasn't sure if she could complain.

David walked through the door, greeted by the smells of roast chicken and veggies. He went into the kitchen and found Mary cooking. He placed a kiss to her lips.

"Hey. How was the rest of your day?"

"It was great, I think we got everything we need. I think I overwhelmed her though."

"We should try to take it easy."

"I'm just so excited. She's such a sweet girl, very polite, it was like she felt that she couldn't ask for anything." Mary sighed. "The poor thing, I was thinking…maybe we should set up an appointment for her with Archie."

"Let's wait on that, again, we don't want to push her too far, too soon."

"Okay, but if I see one sign of…"

"We'll call." David grinned and held up a bag. "I stopped at the bookstore on the way home. I had Belle give me some book recommendation for teen girls."

Mary smiled. "That's a great idea. I was thinking, we should get her a cell phone and a laptop, so she can stay in touch and get schoolwork done."

"Definitely. Where is she now anyway?"

"She asked to rest after we got back, it's been a long day. Can you go get her? Dinner's almost ready."

"Sure."

He headed upstairs and into the room. She was curled up under the comforter, holding on tight to her baby blanket. He couldn't help but smile. She looked like a little angel. He reached down to slowly shake her awake.

"Emma," he whispered. "Emma, dinner's ready, sweetie."

Emma's eyes flickered open but things were a little blurry and the room was dark. All she could see was a shadow of a man. She blinked again and saw his hand on her. She let out a scream.

"Don't touch me!"

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