A/N: I forgot that in the first chapter... I DON'T OWN OUAT. Why would I write a fanfic if I did? Hope the chapter is to your liking!:-D

Chapter 2

"How far is this Storybrooke place again?" asked Ris when she, Emma and Henry got in the yellow bug that Emma was so proud of.

"Not that far." said Henry, simply.

"Could you be a little bit more specific?" asked Ris, impatiently.

Henry ignored her and opened his backpack. He took out a big brown book that had "Once Upon A Time" typed on the frontpage.

"Hey, kid. Buckle up if you want a safe journey." said Emma.

"Motherly instincts activated." muttered Ris, laughing to herself, still finding the idea of Emma as a protective mom to be the most hillarious thing in the world.

"Shut up. That also applies for you. Buckle up."

"Alright. MOM." said Ris, immaturely.

Henry laughed at their bickering before burrying his face in his book. He kept it there for about half an hour. Ris was sure that he would have remained that way if Emma hadn't spoken.

"You know, you shouldn't read in a moving car. It could cost you a pain in the a... A pain on the neck headache." said Emma, recalling Henry's age before correcting herself.

"Nah, I'm fine." said Henry without taking his eyes off the book.

"You know, she is right. If we get you to your family with a headache they'll think we mistreated you." said Ris taking a cigerette out of her purse.

"Says the one who's about to smoke in front of a kid." said Emma in a scolding tone.

"Says the one who almost said "pain in the ass" in front of a kid. Someone should cut off your tongue." replied Ris, pointing at Emma's direction accusingly.

"There is no smoking in my car."

"There is now."

Emma quickly grabbed her cigarette and threw it out of the window.

"Oh, so now you're infecting the enviroment as well. That was my last one, Swan!"

"Thank God. Now zip it. I want to concentrate."

"You know, I'm hungry." said Henry out of the blue. "Can we stop somewhere?" he asked, poking his head between the two front seats.

"Yeah he's right, I could kill for some coffee right now." said Ris, realising that she hadn't had one since the morning when her plane arrived from London.

"This is not a road trip, we are not stopping for snacks." said Emma coldly.

"Why not? Ris wants to as well."

"Quit complaining, kid. If I knew I would have to drive along with two babies today I would've just grabbed your ear and put your butt on a bus. I can still do that."

Ris threw Emma a "not amused" face when Henry only looked annoyed at being refered to as "the kid" again.

"You know I have a name? It's Henry." he said and turned back to his book. Ris could see in Emma's face that she regretted talking to Henry with that tone. So Emma tried to chat with him to make up for it. She glanced at his book before she spoke.

"What's that?"

"I'm not sure you are ready." said Henry mysteriously. Ris laughed.

"Is there a super secret password, like... I don't know, Cobra?" she said.

Henry actually considered this.

"No, but that would actually be really cool."

"Then what are we not ready for? Some fairytales?" asked Emma.

"They are not fairytales. They are true. Every story in this book actually happened."

Ris tried to hide her laugh from Henry. Her day was certainly very weird. Henry saw her laughing and it was needless to say that he was dissapointed.

"What? It's true!" he said.

"It sure is." said Ris.

"It is." he said and turned to Emma, hoping for a better reaction from her. "Use your superpower. See if I'm lying."

Emma hesitated.

"Someone's having trouble with their superpower?" mocked Ris.

"No. But just because you believe something, doesn't make it true."

"That's exactly what makes it true. You should know more than anyone."

"Why's that?"

"Because you are in this book."

Emma turned her eyes back on the road, losing interest in whatever book stuff Henry said.

"Oh, kid. You've got problems." she said.

"Yup. And you're going to fix them." said Henry.

"So wait, she is in the book and I'm not? How is that fair?" said Ris.

"That's why we need you here. My town is invisible to strangers. If she doesn't belive me she'll belive you when you tell her you can't see it."

"If your town is invisible to strangers, how will I be able to see it?" asked Emma, playing along.

"I told you, you are in the book. You're not a stranger. That's why Storybrooke is not invisible for you."

"Of course. Why would I even ask that? I'm in a book" said Emma sarcastically, ending the weird converstation for the rest of the drive to Storybrooke.

Boston

Three Years Ago...

Clarissa hurried out of her small new appartment, tired of unpacking stuff she didn't even remember she had. Moving out of the orphanage was the best thing that had ever happened to her, but she would kill to have the staff of that place do the chores for her again.

But they wouldn't help her even if she'd pay them. They practically slammed the door on her face a few days ago on her eighteenth birthday. They were glad to have her out of the orphanage and their lifes. No one in there liked her, and she had to admit that she didn't exactly make it easy for them. She would yell at whoever dared to wake her in the morning, complain about everything all the time and worst of all, she would always break into the manager's office to steal her cigarettes. Everyone complained about her smoking, but really, who wouldn't in there?

There was only one good thing about that place, and that only happened once a year. The day of her birthday. She didn't remember hearing a "happy birthday" wish, not even once. But she would always receive an anonymous gift. It was usually something small and cheap, like a necklace, or a bracelet, but those were a lot better than nothing. However she hadn't received her eighteenth birthday gift, and that would probably be because she got out of the orphanage and whoever sent those gifts didn't bother to find her new adress. Not that she minded, she had just gotten her own appartment, nothing could be better than that. But it kinda felt good to know that someone cared enough for her to bother getting her something.

Clarissa lit a cigarette so that she would relax. She knew that by smoking, the dark circles around her eyes would grow even darker, but she didn't really care. She just wanted to relieve the stress. She leaned on the wall with her back and slid to the floor. She closed her eyes and tried to relax.

Unfortunately, her peace and quiet didn't last long. She heard someone approaching her. She sighed and opened her eyes, ready to receive a lecture about smoking in the building. She looked up to see a blonde woman, probably in her mid twenties, staring at her with crossed arms. She looked really mad.

"What?" said Clarissa, annoyed.

"You know I can smell that stuff from the lobby, right?" said the woman pointing at her cigarette.

"Sorry. You must've mistaken me for someone who cares." said Clarissa and she blew the smoke from her last puff towards the woman's face to annoy her.

If the woman was annoyed, she didn't show it.

"If I were you, I would get off that smartass ass and go straight back to where being a jerk isn't a problem." said the woman. She was mad, obviously, but somehow she was able to keep calm.

"I live here, I didn't just decide to get to the seventh floor to smoke." Clarissa tried to reason, not expecting much though.

"I figured by the boxes. I just moved here too, five days ago. But I don't go around breaking the building's rules using the 'I'm tired' excuse."

"I do. And I'm sure some other person in the world does too. It's our differences that make the world such a special place." offered Clarissa, faking a melodramatic voice.

"You know, you could just pretend that you haven't seen the 'No Smoking' sign over there and save us both the trouble." said the woman, pointing said sign, which was located next to the door.

"Fine! Happy now?" said Clarissa, as she dropped her cigarette in her water bottle. Normally, she wouldn't just surrender, but she was tired from the moving and she really didn't feel like arguing with a random chick.

"Very. I catch you smoking again and I'll start gathering signatures to get you out of here."

Clarissa got up from the floor at the blonde's statement. She had just moved from hell, she deserved some freedom for once.

"Okay, who do you think you are giving me a lecture about the building's rules? Chan Ka Cui, the Supercop?" she said, rather loudly.

The blonde was already walking away, but she did turn around to face Clarissa and reply to her comment.

"No. Emma Swan, the bail Bonds woman." she said carelessly and walked away.

Storybrooke

Present Time...

Emma was relieved when her yellow bug passed the "Welcome to Storybrooke" sign. Henry hadn't stopped talking about his book and how the town was "magical". She really needed a break from that.

"Okay, I have to admit that for a moment I thougt you were kidding about the town's name being Storybrooke." said Ris.

"Why would I lie?" said Henry.

"Is that a serious question? Clue number one, the story book that you've burried your nose into since you got in the car..." started Ris.

"And clue number two, the fairytale crap obsession." added Emma, completing Ris's thoughts.

"What the blonde said." said Ris.

"It's the truth! Once we get inside the town and Ris won't see it, you'll know I'm not lying." said Henry.

Emma didn't even know how to reply to this. She knew that kids had a huge imagination. But she had never heard anything more ridiculous before. Not even from Ris. Henry actually sounded serious. Like he really belived this craziness.

Emma knew that she shouldn't care. She gave Henry up, and she wasn't his mother anymore. Whoever adopted him was his real parent, she didn't even know anything about him other than his fairytale obsession and his love for juice. That was why she needed to get him straight to his family before he got in her head more than he already had.

"Okay kid. How about an adress?" she said carelessly, trying to hide her previous thoughts.

"Forty-four Not Telling You street." said Henry.

That's it. Thought Emma and stopped the car in the middle of the street. She got out, banged her door shut and waited for Henry and Ris to get out. Henry hurried out of the car and he looked at Ris, expecting to see the reaction he wanted to see in her face. Ris exited the car. She had a confounded look in her face. She took in her surroundings, looking at every single corner, as if trying to make out something that was far away. For one moment Emma was worried that something had happened to her.

"See? She can't see it! I told you it was true!" said Henry.

Silence followed. No, it couldn't be possible that she couldn't see... Emma didn't have time to finish her thought, when Ris started to laugh... Again.

"Seriously Emma, what's up with you today? Is it because of the mother thing?" said Ris between her laughter.

"So wait, you can see it?" asked Henry.

"Yes Henry, I can. There is a clock tower right there and a pawn shop over there. And let's not forget the clock shop right over there..." said Ris, pointing at each she said.

"Alright, alright. That's enough." said Emma, tired of too much childishness for one day. "Listen kid, it's been a long night and it's almost… 8:15?" she said looking at the clock tower, surprised at the time.

"No, that can't be right. It was nine when I stole that motorcycle. It's not like Maine is in a different time zone." said Ris.

"You really can see it!" said Henry.

"I thought we established that." replied Ris, tired of the subject.

"But... That can't be, unless you are in the book." said Henry, ready to grab the book out of his backpack again. Emma sighed in frustration. Seriously, could that kid be any more ridiculous?

"Not now kid. Can you just tell me your adress and get this over with? This clock is obviously wrong, and I need to get back home." she said.

"The clock's not wrong. It's frozen. And so is time here." said Henry, deciding to save the Ris mystery for later.

"Excuse me?" asked Emma. And she thought she had already heard everything...

"The Evil Queen did it with her curse. She sent everyone from the Enchanted Forest here."

"The Enchanted forest? Really?" asked Ris, raising an eyebrow.

"Really. It's where they used to live before Storybrooke."

"Okay, the Evil Queen sent a bunch of fairy tale characters here." said Emma, summing up the nonsense she just heard.

"Yeah, and now they're trapped."

"Frozen in time, stuck in Storybrooke, Maine. That's what you're going with?"

"Yeah, why would the Queen even think of that as a curse? Judging by its name, the Enchanted Forest had no free Wifi. Therefore it sucked." commented Ris.

"Maybe for you. But it was their home. And she took it away from them!"

"Then why they don't just leave?" asked Emma.

"They can't. If they do, bad things happen."

"Pretty convenient for you, right?" said Ris.

Henry was about to reply when they heard someone calling his name. It was a man with a dalmatian dog. Emma saw Ris grinning. She knew what she was thinking. That must be Pongo. She could see where the kid was coming from with the book crap. It still didn't make sense, but at least she could see his point.

"Henry! What are you doing here? Is everything alright?" asked the man.

"I'm fine, Archie." replied Henry, petting the dalmatian's ears.

The man, Archie, looked at Emma and Ris curiously, as if he hadn't seen a visitor in Storybrooke before.

"Who are these?" he asked politely.

"We're just giving him a ride home." said Emma, avoiding to tell him about being Henry's mom.

"That's my mom Archie. And that's her friend Ris." replied Henry. Archie looked surprised, and Emma couldn't blame him. That certainly wasn't how adoption worked.

"Oh... I see." he said akwardly.

"You know where he lives?" asked Emma, trying to escape the akwardness of that moment.

"Yeah, sure. Just, ah, right up on Mifflin street. The Mayor's house is the biggest one on the block." replied Archie.

Emma and Ris's eyes widened. The kid's mother was the freaking mayor. Why the hell would he want to get away from her?

"You're the mayor's kid?" asked Emma.

"Uh... Maybe." replied Henry.

"We are so screwed." muttered Ris.

"Hey, where were you today, Henry? Because you missed your session." asked Archie.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you. I went on a field trip." lied Henry.

"Henry..." started Archie, getting to Henry's eye level. "What did I tell you about lying? Giving into one's dark side never accomplishes anything."

"Wow, that was deep." commented Ris, stretching the word 'deep'. Archie looked offended, but that usually was how a first meeting with Ris went like.

"Oookay. Please excuse her. I really should be getting Henry home." said Emma.

"Yeah, sure. Well, listen. Um. Have a good night and, uh, you be good, Henry." said Archie akwardly and took off.

"Giving into one's dark side? Who in the world talks like that?" asked Ris when Archie was far enough.

"That's your shrink." stated Emma.

"I'm not crazy." said Henry, seriously.

"That's exactly what a crazy person would say." said Ris.

"A sane person would also say that." Henry defended himself.

"Good point, but still, he doesn't seem cursed to me."

"Yeah, he is just trying to help you" said Emma.

"He is the one that needs help."

"Why?"

"Because he doesn't know."

"That he is a fairytale character..."

"None of them do. They don't remember who they are." said Henry and got back in the car.

"Convenient. That's great." said Emma, getting as well on her driver's seat.

"Let me guess. That Archie guy is supposed to be Roger, Pongo's owner, right?" asked Ris, recalling the film.

"Actually, he is Jimini Cricket."

"What? Isn't he supposed to be like, a cricket?"

"Magic doesn't exist in Strybrooke. He was turned by magic so he changed back when the curse brought him here."

"I'm sorry Henry, but by that logic, I could be a cow."

"No, you are not getting it..."

"Actually, it makes sense that he is Jimini cricket." said Emma, wanting to tease Henry.

"You think it does?" asked Henry, hopefully.

"Absoloutely. Explains the lying thing. I belive I saw your nose grow a little." said Emma and started driving again.

"I'm not Pinoccio."

"Of course you are not. Cause that would be ridiculous."

Henry kept complaining about Ris and Emma not beliving him for the rest of the drive back to his house.

Or mansion. Why would Henry even consider leaving this place?

"Alright, kid. Let's get you back to your big ass house." said Ris and the three of them got out of the car.

A/N: Thank you for reading!:-)