Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT.


When Emma arrived in Storybrooke, she thought it was the strangest place she had ever visited. For one, Henry believed everyone who lived in this tiny town was a fairytale character cursed by the Evil Queen.

She was also very surprised when she found out Henry was the mayor's kid.

"Exactly how do you and your sister have a bad life here?" Emma asked the young boy.

"We may be the mayor's kids, but we were always alone growing up," Henry looked elsewhere, as if he didn't want to press the subject.

Emma stared at Henry for a few moments, and the two made their way to Henry's house.

As soon as the two walked up to the property, Regina and Sheriff Graham immediately rushed to see if Henry was okay.

"Henry! I've been so worried, where have you been?" Regina cried.

"I found my real mom," Henry proclaimed proudly, and ran off to find his sister.

Just before the adults were out of earshot, Henry heard Regina ask Emma,

"You're Henry's birth mother?"

"Henry!" A voice called.

Lily Mills had noticed her brother was home.

"Lily! What went wrong? How did she find out? She wasn't suppose to be back for another hour," Henry said frantically.

"Her meeting was let out early… She noticed you weren't here, and asked me, so I told her you had finished your chores and went to grab us something from Granny's for dinner. She went there, saw you weren't there, and deduced you were nowhere in Storybrooke, and…"

Lily said this all in practically one breath.

"Breathe, will you?" Henry asked jokingly.

"Lily! Can you come down here for a minute?" Regina called from downstairs.

Henry gave her a look that said, 'Good luck'.

Lily darted down the curved staircase, and walked slowly from the foyer into the living room, where Regina and a woman with curly blonde hair and a red leather jacket sat.

"Lily, this is Emma Swan…Your birth mother," Regina said in a sugary sweet voice, but you had to have a good eye to catch the sparkle of malice towards Emma in her eyes.

Luckily, Lily had a good eye.

Lily completely ignored Regina's eye sparkle, and suddenly put on a warm, happy smile.

"Hi, Emma. I'm Lily," Lily introduced herself kindly.

"Hi," Emma replied, looking a bit shocked, and shook her outstretched hand.

Emma was shocked, to say the least. Lily looked just like the man who got her pregnant with Henry and Lily in the first place.

Lily had long, dark hair that was tied in a high ponytail, and slightly tanned skin that made Emma believe Lily spent many summers of her life playing sports all day in the sun. Lily's hazel eyes were doe-like, and full of innocent curiosity. They were the same color as her father's.

But Emma would never tell Lily this. Then, the question as to who he was would be asked.

"Well, now that you've both met, I think you best be going to bed now, Lily. It's well past your curfew," Regina smiled at her adopted daughter.

Lily nodded, and made her way out of the living room, her dark ponytail swinging behind her.

As soon as she was out of sight from the two women, Lily bolted up the stairs, and nearly tripped over Henry, who was sitting nonchalantly on the middle of the floor..

"What did she want?" Henry asked, scrambling up from his position.

"To be honest…I'm not sure. She introduced me to Emma," Lily said in a distracted voice.

"She introduced you to Emma? But Emma's the savior! She's supposed to hate her!" Henry exclaimed.

"I know, that's what's bugging me. I have a feeling that if Emma's not leaving tonight, Regina's going to begin the third World War," Lily stated in a sad voice.

"You have a way with words, you know that?" Henry shook his head and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, yeah. I'm tired though, so…goodnight," Lily yawned.

"Goodnight, Lils," Henry said.

With that, the two went back to their respected bedrooms.

Lily stared out her window one last time, noticing Emma walking away from their house. Emma paused, and turned around to look up at her window. Obviously, she noticed her.

Emma turned her head slightly, and Lily could assume Henry was at his window, too.

Lily went away from the window, and pulled the elastic from her hair that was holding her ponytail in place. She shook her long, dark hair out, and crawled under her dusty rose colored duvet. She shut her lamp off, but did not shut her eyes.

Once again, Lily stared out her window from her bed, but at the sky, this time.

At the stars. Lily loved the stars, almost as much as she loved the rain. She was a strange little girl, while most other children scattered home when the precipitation began, Lily took her time getting home. She liked the feeling of the water on her skin, ever since she was very little.

Lily blinked, and the stars visible through her window twinkled like little crystals.

She stared at the stars until her eyelids began to droop. Then, Lily fell into the world of sleep and dreams.


I just HAD to add the bit at the end. I like to stare at the stars at night too :) But only when they're visible, since the light pollution makes them less visible -.-

-MessagesFromTheStars