Disclaimer: I do not own 'Once Upon a Time' or the Rapunzel from Tangled. I just own Sunny and Tate.

Sunny was walking to Granny's restaurant to work on her laundry there. There was one at Mary Margaret's apartment, but there was too much laundry, so Sunny thought it would go quicker to do half of the laundry at Granny's. The only thing different is that she was walking there with a big smile on her face. Things were looking up in Storybrooke; Emma's moving in, Tate has a home, Regina hasn't bothered them in almost a whole week; things are better than ever.

She finally snapped out of it enough to see the restaurant and go around the back to the laundry room. However, once she went in, she saw the last person she expected to see standing by the washer; Ashley Boyd.

"Ashley?"

Ashley turned around quickly, hoping it wasn't someone she didn't want to see, but sighed in relief when she saw that it was Sunny.

"Sunny," she said in a more calming voice, "You scared me."

"Sorry," she apologized, "I just needed to do some laundry. Mary Margaret and I had a lot of clothes to wash, so I decided to ease up the load, doing some here."

Ashley nodded in understanding. Sunny went over to the other washer and dry and filled the washer with whites. Before she put in the detergent, she heard heels snapping on the floor that started getting louder, meaning it was getting closer to the laundry room. It was revealed to be Emma, looking to be in a bad mood.

"Sunny, can I put my shirts in there?" the said woman asks in annoyance.

"Sure," Sunny shrugged, "Go crazy."

Emma wasted no time taken off her shirt before taking off her undershirt and putting them in the washer, by throwing them like an angry person throwing a glass ball. Then she went to the hooks and yanked a random shirt from the hook. Sunny noticed her angry and really wanted Emma to relax.

"Emma, calm down," she tried to soothe, "You're gonna kill the shirt pulling it like that."

"I have someone else in mind," growled Emma without even looking at Sunny. It took just that for Sunny to figure out that she was talking about Regina.

"Oh, no, no, no, no!"

The girls looked over to Ashley to see what she was so frantic about. All she could see was her holding pink sheets.

"Something wrong, Ashley?" asked Sunny.

"The sheets. They're uh… They're pink," she responded rather timidly.

Now Sunny understood. They were probably white when Ashley put them in.

"You try bleach?" said Emma, sounding rude, and Sunny wasn't gonna have that.

"Emma," she called.

Emma looked to Sunny annoyed, but Sunny walked over to Ashley with Emma's eyes following. Then Sunny turned around and looked at Emma in the eyes while she moved Ashley's pink sheets, revealing that she was stressing because she's pregnant.

"Oh," the woman said understanding.

Sunny nodded at Emma, glad that she finally understood.

"At any rate, is something wrong, Ashley?" asked Sunny as she walked back to the washing machine, "You seem more worried than usual."

"Last night, I felt contractions and the doctor said that the baby could come any day now," She explained while rubbing her pregnant stomach, almost frantically.

Sunny nodded, looking a little sympathetic at Ashley. She is way too young to have this kid alone. Especially, since her boyfriend left her.

"Well, that's great," Emma threw in without thinking about what Ashley just said.

How Emma can tell when someone is lying and not anything else is beyond Sunny. The washer was finally beeping meaning that the clothes were done. While she was putting them in the dryer, she heard Ashley explain more.

"It's just that, um, when the… When the baby comes, no one thinks that I can do this," she said a little more upset, "No one thinks I can do anything. Maybe they're right."

That broke Sunny's heart. She never once thought that way about Ashley. It's not that Sunny didn't think that she could do it. She just thinks that Ashley is too young to be a single mom. That's why she offered some help if Ashley needed it.

"Ashley, you know that's not what I-"

"Screw 'em," interrupted Emma, cutting off the Sunny.

Both Ashley and Sunny looked to Emma in confusion. Sunny looked a little more confused than Ashley.

"What?" asked Ashley.

"Screw them. How old are you?" Emma asked back.

"Nineteen," answered Ashley

"I was eighteen."

Sunny was surprised. Emma had Henry when she was eighteen? Emma didn't pay attention to her though. Right now, she was talking some sense to Ashley.

"When… When you had a kid?" asked Ashley.

"Yeah," The woman answered before explaining, "I know what it's like. Everyone loves to tell you what you can and can't do, especially with a kid. But ultimately, whatever you're considering doing or giving up, the choice is yours."

Ashley could just think while rubbing her stomach again. Sunny always thought that might've been a nervous habit of Ashley's since she got pregnant.

"It's not exactly what you might think it is," Ashley finally said.

"It never is," said Emma, like some kind of expert, "People are going to tell you who you are your whole life. You just got to punch back and say, 'no, this is who I am.' You want people to look at you differently? Make them. If you want to change things, you're going to have to go out there and change them yourself, because there are no fairy godmothers in this world."

Ashley was looking at Emma overwhelmed. Because no one has ever said anything like that to her before. In fact, because she was pregnant hardly anyone in Storybrooke has helped her out at all. She was so grateful. Meanwhile, Sunny was starting to look at Emma like she might have a split personality disorder. One minute she's in a bad mood, the next she's helping someone. Still, it's good to know that she has Ashley's back. Henry was right; having Emma in Storybrooke was a good thing to have happened after all.

The next day, Regina was looking in front of a mirror applying her make-up. While she was doing that, she was also talking to Henry while waiting for Sunny to show up.

"I know you think otherwise," said Regina, applying lipstick, "but I don't enjoy these Saturday city council meetings. Sometimes, they're just unavoidable."

As she finished applying her lipstick, she heard someone knock on the door. She put on a smile and answered the door. However, when she opened the door, her smile dropped when she saw it was not Sunny at the door. Instead, it was Tate.

"Morning, 'Gina," he greeted with more of a smirk, then a smile, "Where's the baby I'm sitting?"

Regina was about to close the door, but Tate already walked right inside. Henry broke out into a smile when he saw it was Tate who walked in.

"Hey, Tate," the said boy greeted before lifting his hand up.

"What's up, Henry?" Tate greeted back with a smile while high-fiving the kid, then took a sit next to him. Meanwhile, Regina walked right over to them, looking very displeased at Tate.

"What are you doing here?" she growled, "Sunny was supposed to watch Henry."

"She got called into work at the art store," he answered with the smirk still on his face, "so she asked me to take her place for the day."

"Well, why didn't she call me first?" Regina asked in a demanding tone.

"I told her I would," Tate answered again.

"But you didn't," Henry pointed out.

"Oops," he shrugged, making Henry laugh.

Henry knew that Tate really can be trustworthy enough to call. The real reason that he didn't was because he wanted to get a kick out of Regina when she saw that it was him coming instead of Sunny. Henry stopped laughing once he saw that mad look on Regina's face. Sure enough, the last person she would have watch over Henry was Tate. Part of it was because he's a criminal, the other part was because he was Peter Pan. Checking the time, she knew she didn't have any to argue.

"I'd hurry if I were you, mayor, or you'll be late," he teased, making her glare at him. Unfortunately, he was right. Because of it, she had no choice, but to let him do it.

"Okay, fine," she gave in, "You're better than nothing. But you ARE to obey the rules if you're going to watch Henry. Is that clear?"

All Tate did was salute and say, "Scouts honor."

She rolled her eyes before focusing on Henry, "Now, Henry, you know the rules."

"Yes on homework, no on TV, and stay inside," said Henry stated the rules like the back of his hand.

Tate's smirk dropped from hearing those rules. It sounded more like a prison than a house with those rules.

"Good boy," then she leaned down to his level to make something perfectly clear, "Under no circumstance do you leave this house."

"You mean, don't see my mom," corrected Henry, because he knew that was the real reason.

Kid was good. Exactly one of the reasons Tate liked him. Regina, on the other hand stood back up looking unhappy.

"She's not your mother," she stated, sounding annoyed about Emma, "She's just a woman passing through."

It was Tate's turn to roll his eyes before she kept going, "Now, do as I say, or there will be consequences," Regina turned to Tate, "That goes for you, too, Clyde," Tate could only shrug at her. She never bothered him, so why now? Regina finally walked away with a few remaining words, "I'll be back at five sharp."

The minute she walked out the door, Tate got up and walked over to look out the window to see that Regina was just pulling out. Seeing that made him smirk again and sit back down on a dining chair, across from Henry. He was smirking at Henry, while Henry was smirking back, knowing exactly what Tate had in mind.

"You're not going to make me stay in the house," asked Henry, shaking his head, "are you?"

"Not for a second," he shook his head back, making them both laugh,

"Now get going. Spend some time with Emma while you're still alive."

Henry wasted no time grabbing his backpack and running to the door, grabbing his jacket and thanking Tate along the way, "Thanks, Tate. I owe you one."

"Two, actually," the teen corrected, "You still owe me for your field trip to Boston."

Henry nodded with a 'Right' before closing the door. Tate could only just smile at the kid. The reason he liked Henry so much was because he didn't judge him too quickly. Henry was one of the very few people who got to know the real him rather than judge him based on his actions. It made Tate feel like he had another friend.

Back at Mary Margaret's apartment, she made lunch for Emma and Sunny. Sunny was getting ready for work while Emma started to unpack her boxes.

"I'm so glad my stuff is here," she said as Mary walked over to Emma and gave her her plate of food, which she just noticed, "Oh, thanks."

Mary nodded in return while looking at the boxes. Sunny doing the same thing while putting on her apron. They noticed that Emma did not have a lot of things, "So, that's all your stuff?"

"What do you mean?" the said woman asked.

"Did you put the rest in storage?" Sunny responded in question.

Emma shook her head, "No, this is all of it. I'm not sentimental."

Emma did not sound thrilled saying that. Mary noticed that and tried to lighten up the mood, "Well, it must make things easier when you have to move."

And it did, but only a little. Sunny was done getting ready, but then she looked at her watch and saw how early she was. She thought of this as a good moment to kill some time.

"Well, Emma, do you need any help?," she offered," I still have over an hour until my shift starts."

"No, I got it," Emma shook her head at Sunny, "Thanks, anyway."

Sunny nodded before there was a knock on the door. She walked over to see who it was. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see that it was Mr. Gold.

"Good afternoon, Ms. Blanchard," he greeted.

It took her but only a second to find her words, "Hey, Mr. Gold. Is something wrong? Is Tate okay?"

"Oh, yes, yes," he said rather quick yet reassuringly, "He's fine. He should be at the mayor's house by now."

Sunny nodded approvingly. Tate is there exactly when he should be, so he's starting to shape up. He's honestly been a little different lately. Working hard, doing what he is told, and most surprisingly, he is listening to what gold tells him instead of telling him off. So far, he has not been complaining about staying with Gold. That was a good sign.

"Then what can I do for you?" she asked.

"Is Miss Swan around by any chance?" he asked back.

Fortunately, she did not have to get Emma, because at the sound of her name, she walked right up to the door. She was rather surprised as well to see the man she met over a week ago.

"Hi, my name's Mr. Gold," he introduced, shaking her hand, "We met briefly on your arrival."

"I remember," She told him. She also remember his name by Sunny telling her that he was the man that Tate moved in with.

"Good," he nodded, "I have a proposition for you, Miss Swan. I, uh… I need your help. I'm looking for someone."

"Really? Um…"

She really could talk to him, but not with Sunny and Mary Margaret in the same room. Luckily for them, the girls got the message.

"You know what? I'm going to go jump in the bath," leaving it quickly at that, Mary Margaret walked away.

"And I'm going to go on a walk before my shifts starts," and leaving it at THAT, Sunny walked out the door.

She was actually thinking of thanking Mr. Gold for having Tate live with him, but she was going to have to do that some other time. As she walked down the stairs, she noticed someone coming up. She stopped that person from going up any further once she saw that it was Henry.

"Whoa, hold it right there," she said while catching the boy by the arm, "Henry, what are you doing here? Regina's Saturday meeting is today. You're supposed to be at home."

"I know I am," he answered, "but I wanted to spend some time with Emma."

He tried to go up again, but Sunny grabbed his arm. Again, "Even though she probably told you not to leave the house and you should've at least have Tate with you?" she said sternly and emphasizing each word, "Where is he, anyway?"

"Back at the house," he answered impatiently, wanting to get to Emma, "He's keeping a lookout in case mom comes home early."

Now he really went up the next flight of stairs, and Sunny didn't even stop him because she was in shock from what Henry just told her. Apparently, he has not changed that much. Finally getting over her state of shock, she rushed downstairs while taking out her cell phone and dialed Regina's house number. While it was ringing, she reached the outside of the building and looked around to make sure Regina was not around. She noticed that she was in the clear at the same time Tate answered the call.

"Mayor Mills' house, who also grows really juicy apples," he said, answering the phone with a mouth full of apple.

"It's me, sitter," Sunny growled into the phone.

Tate stopped himself from taking another bite once he heard that it was Sunny on the line. And from the sound of it, she was even less happy than when he tried to scare her before that search for David.

"You saw Henry, didn't you?" he asked rather sheepishly.

"He was in the apartment complex on my way out," she said half-sarcastic and half angry, "How could I not? What is he even doing there?"

"Henry's just going to spend some time with Emma, a responsible adult, and she'll have him back before five when Regina comes home," the teen boy retorted.

"Not the point, Tate," Sunny was now starting to speed walk to her job while talking on the phone in anger, "You were supposed to watch him."

"I was watching Henry," he pointed out, "I watched him leave the house."

Sunny couldn't take it anymore and moved the phone away from her so Tate wouldn't hear her groan in frustration. Unfortunately, he did and he cringed at it. He was in trouble now.

"Tate, you have to do something about this. If Regina finds out about this, you'll go back to jail for neglecting Henry, she'll fire me as his babysitter, Henry will be grounded till he goes off to college, and she'll find an excuse to go after Emma," Sunny said it all so fast, it was amazing she didn't stop to catch her breath.

"Sunny, Sunny, calm down," Tate reassured in a soothing tone, "Emma's the reason Henry's over there; he wants to be with his real mother. You know I let him go to Boston to find something I could never have and I was willing to do it again. Henry has an opportunity to see his mother while he still can. You and I never did. Think about it; if you found your mother, would you leave it alone or meet her for the first time?"

What Tate said struck a chord with Sunny. Honestly, Sunny has thought about what would've happened if she met her mother. Because she doesn't even remember how she lost her mother. If that's the case, she could still be alive. Henry's real mom is alive, so he should get to know her while she's staying in town.

"You know how you hate it when I'm right?" she asked Tate.

"Yes," he confirmed, "Why?"

"Vice versa," she retorted

Tate smiled to himself. He finally got through to Sunny. She wasn't finished yet.

"Just make sure Henry's there before Regina," she said.

"You have my word," he swore, like he did to himself when he took the job.

"Your word better be legit this time," she said seriously, "I'm going to work. Take care, hotshot."

"You too, Picasso," he teased back.

Now that made Sunny laugh before she hung up. His nicknames for her were always something that had to do with art. Moving passed that, she really hopes he keeps his word and has Henry before five.

Sunny was now at the hospital. There was ups and downs to putting away supplies like scissors and exacto-knives. The least someone can do is wrap the tops of those knives or at least deliver them in sealed packages. She was lucky to not have any stitches, but unlucky to have a cut like that.

"Okay, Sunny," said a nurse, who finished wrapping her hand, "You're done. If I were you, I'd consider wearing gloves next time you stock those knives at the art store."

"Don't have to tell me twice," Sunny answered while checking out the nurse's handy work.

"At any rate," she said, writing on her clipboard, "there wasn't a lot of blood, so a transfusion isn't needed. The rest of your vital signs are okay, but you should come back if you start getting dizzy within the week. Other than that, everything's okay."

"Good," said Sunny, jumping off of the bed, "so I can go?"

She honestly wasn't that comfortable with hospitals either; it wasn't because of that fear of death thing like Tate, but the smell of all the medicine was uncomforting.

"Yeah," the nurse confirmed, "Just sign out at the front desk and you'll be good to go."

"Perfect. Thanks, Lucy."

With that, she tried to rush out of the hospital. By tried, it means that something stopped, and that something with Ashley in the maternity ward with Emma and Henry. If Ashley was in there, it could only mean one thing; Ashley just had her baby. Worried, Sunny dashed right into the room.

"Guys?" she said, making everyone turn to her, "Is everything okay?"

Emma just smiled at Sunny and said, "It's better, actually."

Sunny smiled at that, knowing that Emma meant that the baby was okay. She actually wanted to see what the baby looked like, so she walked further into the room to see Ashley holding a baby in pink blanket, which means that the baby is a girl. One sight of her and Sunny could not hold back smile. It had to be one of the most beautiful babies she's ever seen. The moment was over when she felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. Not bothering to see who called, she picked up her phone.

"Yolo," she answered.

"Where's Henry?"

The question came a bit too sudden for Sunny. It was someone with a British accent talking in a panic. She then moved the phone to see that the caller was Tate before moving it back to her ear.

"He's right here with me and Emma," she answered, "What's wrong?"

"What do you think?" he asked like she had to be joking, "Did you forget he had to be home before five? Regina's probably on her way home. Henry's got less than half an hour to get back!"

Now Sunny started to remember. In a panic, she looked to Henry and Emma, "Emma, its Tate. Regina will home any minute."

Emma suddenly remembered that Henry had to get home, "Oh, no. We better go, kid. Thanks, Sunny."

Sunny just nodded at Emma before they rushed out of the hospital. Hopefully, they'll make it in time before Regina gets there.

Meanwhile, Tate was pacing around the foyer, waiting for Henry in anxiety. He looked at his watch again and it read 4:58. Tate was getting nervous by the minute. If Henry doesn't get home soon, Graham will not hesitate to toss him back in the jail cell. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the door open and saw Henry running inside.

"She's pulling up," he quickly told the teen.

Tate was afraid of that. He got Henry by the arm and ran to the stairs, "Come on. Hurry up."

They ran right up the stairs, but in the process, one of Henry's shoes fell off.

"Leave it," he told the boy, who almost went to get it back, "We've got to move."

Henry listened to Tate and just kept moving.

"Henry!"

That was not a good sign for Henry and Tate. Luckily for them, they just made it to Henry's room. Henry ran in while Tate gently closed the door. Henry just tossed his backpack and his jacket to the other side of the bed.

"Henry?"

Tate tossed him some random book and Henry caught it while getting on the bed. Tate just grabbed some comic and flipped it to a random page before sitting down.

"What did I tell you?"

Henry took off his other shoe before flipping the book to a random page.

"Do not…"

Regina came right in looking annoyed, but not from Emma.

"…leave your shoes lying around on the stairs."

She lifted the shoe that accidently slipped off his foot.

"Someone could get hurt."

She tossed his shoe on the bed before looking at Tate, not so annoyed, but not so pleased either. It took her a minute to say what she had to say, but she was more annoyed with it than the shoes.

"Okay," she started off, "so I guess since nothing's broken and there hasn't been any police involved… I suppose you did an okay job watching Henry."

Tate started to smirk at her, knowing that it must've hurt for her to praise him.

"Don't let it go to your head," she sternly said to him, "I'm still not making you an emergency babysitter for my son."

"We'll see," he shrugged, keeping that smirk on his face.

Regina started to glare at him. Even as Tate, Peter still had ways of ticking her off.

"Don't test me, Mr. Childs," she told him slowly, "You watched Henry today, but I want Sunny to see to it that she calls me first. With that being said, I'll escort you out."

With that, Regina walked out and Tate followed her slowly, winking at Henry along the way, then taking a deep breath of relief that everything went as planned. However, once he made it to the bottom of the stairs, Regina stopped him with an evil look in her eyes.

"I don't know what really happened here," she told him, "but I will get to the bottom of it."

Tate could only keep his smirk up, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Don't take me for a fool, Mr. Childs," she ordered, "Do you really expect me to think that everything was really that quiet since I left?"

Tate could only shrug and say, "What can I say? I have a calming personality."

And he walked away to the door, but not without Regina following him. Once he got out the door, Regina said the rest of what she had to say, "I'm not quite finished yet."

Sighing, he turned back to her.

"I know Sunny may have asked you to take her place and watch Henry today, but like it or not, this will be the last time it happens," she ordered.

Tate rolled his eyes with that smirk on his face. "And how do you know that?"

Regina put up a smirk of her own and straight, "Because you will refuse the next time it happens. If I find out she called you to take her place again and I see you in the same room with Henry, I will find a replacement of my own."

Tate's smirk slowly decided to drop from a look of confidence into a look of shock. He knew exactly what she meant by that.

"Regina," he started in disbelief, "if I hadn't known any better, I would think you're telling me to stay away from Henry."

That look on Regina's face hasn't moved at all; signifying that it was exactly what she meant. Now Tate was even more shocked than he was a minute ago.

"You simply can't serious-"

"Actually, I am," she intervened.

"Why?" he asked, still in shock, "It's not like I let him play in the street. You don't see me making a cocktail for him."

"Not yet, I don't."

Tate has never been so upset in his life. This woman actually thinks that he would harm Henry. Tate would never do that; he cares for Henry like a brother.

Regina just ignored those feelings and walked right up to Tate's face and told him exactly what she felt, "I've known you longer than Henry. Because you have no parents, you take your anger and sadness out on other things. Because of that, it won't be long before it will lash out on people, and I can't have that happen to Henry."

"All I've done is steal," he said firmly.

"Along with breaking and entering, endangered Henry for him to go to Boston, reckless destruction and from what's been told, you've been stealing cigarettes, which means you smoke," she listed like it was prepared, "Above all that, I won't let a teenager with a rap sheet watch over my son."

It was getting really hard for Tate not to cry. It wasn't like he wanted any of this to happen to him. He quit smoking and he hasn't been causing any trouble since Emma came to town, but the mayor is using that to her own advantage to get rid of him.

"I'm not proud of it," he said, failing to hide his upset tone.

"Yet you do it," She went even further into his face when she saw that she was winning, "I know people like you; you say you're going to change to be a better person, to prove to others that there's more to you than meets the eye, but guess what? They never change. You just end up doing the same thing all over again; become the Storybrooke menace, cause everyone nothing but trouble, be the same little pest you always were. I would face it, Mr. Childs. You're nothing but a bothersome street rat; you always have, and you always will."

Finally finished, she walked away with that bitch smirk still on her face. Even once she closed the door, Tate still kept a straight face, but his tears couldn't hold back any longer. They were falling out like Niagara Falls. It wasn't because Regina hurt his feelings, but because he believes she was right. He's done a couple of good things, but no matter what it is, no one sees him as a good guy. What was the point in trying if nothing was going to change?

He heard glass knock and he looked up to see Henry looking at him out the window with a bright smile and started waving bye to Tate. Tate tried to smile back at him, but it was hard to do, because if he wanted Sunny to keep her job and protect Henry from trouble, then that was going to be the last smile he will ever get from Henry again.

"So Ashley tried to go to Boston so Gold wouldn't have the baby?" Sunny asked Emma, who told Sunny the whole story. And that meant the WHOLE story.

"Yeah, but she went into labor before she could even pass the sign," she explained.

"And after you dropped off Henry, you accepted the deputy job from Graham?" she asked, pointing her finger from her cup at Emma.

"That I did," she answered.

"Wow," she said, putting her finger back to hold her cup, "You really miss a lot during a five hour shift."

Emma laughed at that and then said, "It's alright. It wasn't that big," Sunny gave her a look saying 'You're kidding, right?' That was when Emma realized that she made a bad choice of words, "Okay, it's pretty major."

"Precisely," said Sunny, before taking a drink of her tea.

Remembering Henry, Emma also remembered his babysitter.

"By the way," she spoke up, "have you heard from Tate after Regina came home?"

Sunny just remembered that. He was supposed to call her when he left the house.

"Not that you mention it, no," answered Sunny, "He was supposed to call me after the job was done. Regina hasn't called, so I don't think anything bad happened to Henry."

That was what she thought, but she does not even know the truth. The truth was that he may never see Henry again.

Meanwhile, at Gold's house, Gold was making dinner while Tate was in his new room. It was plain right now, but Gold said he could decorate anytime he got the chance to. Right now, Tate wasn't in the mood to think about interior designing. He was too busy looking out the window, thinking about what happened.

It honestly made him feel very conflicted about what to do. Tate was at a lose-lose situation. If he sees Henry, Sunny may not be able to anymore. At the same time, if he does not see Henry, Henry will get suspicious and figure out what happened, which will make it even worse. At the same time, he thinks that Regina may be right. He's tried to change for the better, but he just ends up repeating the same mistakes he's made. The only reason was because no matter how much he tries, no one will ever see him differently. If that was the case, what was the point in trying to change? What was the point at all?

His thoughts were interrupted when he heard knocking at the door. He looked over to see Mr. Gold coming through the door.

"Dinner's ready," he announced, "I hope you don't mind fish tonight, because I made salmon."

Tate could only just nod at him at the moment, before looking back out the window and replying, "I'll be down in a couple of minutes."

Hearing that made Gold a little suspicious. Back in the Enchanted Forest, salmon was Peter's favorite food. He then started to notice that Tate looked a little upset about something.

"Is everything alright, Tate?" asked Gold.

"I don't want to talk about it," the said boy responded without turning his head.

Now Gold knew something was wrong. He was not sure what it was, but he will find out. Whoever upset his son upset him as well. However, even as Tate, Peter is very stubborn. He would see to it that his father will not get himself involved in his problems. The only thing he could do is make it seem like he believes him.

"All right," he answered to play along, "At least, be down soon before it gets cold."

Tate could only nod, still not looking back. With that, Gold closed the door and headed downstairs. As soon as he was down, Tate could not take it anymore and emptied out his back pocket, taking out a small box. The worst part to it is that the box said Marlboro on it; as in Marlboro cigarettes. He opened the box and took one out. He then took out his best lighter and light the tip of the cigarette. The minute it was lit, he took to his mouth and inhaled the nicotine before exhaling it all back out. He really forgot how relaxed it made him. Doing that made him come to a decision; Regina was right.

Nothing will change, and nothing ever will.

MAN, I made Regina a total bitch, didn't I? And poor Tate, feeling like an outsider even more than he's already felt like. But rest assure; he'll be better in the next episode.

I decided no flashback with Cinderella. I didn't even remember Snow and David in the flashbacks till I saw the episode when I was almost done writing. I was thinking whether or not I could add Peter and Rapunzel since it shows how Rumpelstiltskin was in prison, but it was too late anyway, so c'est la vie. Besides, this episode wasn't really in my top 10. Sorry. And to be fair about Regina, she wasn't much of a good guy in the first season, so I wanted a way to make it fit. And I realize that there hasn't been much Tate being a rebel, so Henry sneaking out seemed like a good idea.

At any rate, I am so glad I posted this today because… IT'S MY 21st BIRTHDAY! Well, technically it's on Monday, but my family and I are celebrating it tonight. And I'm starting with my first cocktail!

Aside from all of this, I'll try to get the next one up soon, but no promises that it will be up THAT soon. Biology is not to be taken lightly. Later, Gators!