Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time, I only own Lavender, which is it. (For now)

Warnings: NOT JUST FOR THIS CHAPTER! : Child Abuse, non conceptual sex (mentions, not really detailed), nudity, gore, and Language. JUST FOR THIS CHAPTER: Language,

Spoilers for some episodes, but I do not know which, so If you didn't watch some, you better.

Authors Note: Inspired by the Music: Song for Sienna by Brian Crain. Sorry this took so long, I just had to watch the season 2 premier and I was thinking more about that than writing, but It was well worth the time, I hope . And for that I have finally overcome my writers block. Happy Reading :

"I choose to write because it's perfect for me. It's an escape, a place I can go to hide. It's a friend, when I feel out casted from everyone else. It's a journal, when the only story I can tell is my own. It's a book, when I need to be somewhere else. It's control, when I feel so out of control. It's healing, when everything seems pretty messed up.
And it's fun, when life is just flat-out boring."
― Alysha Speer

Chapter 4-

I woke up with a start.

The sun's light running through my window bouncing off the pale walls. I sit up, looking around for my sisters. Everything crashes into me. Pregnant, New home, weird dream.

I make my way into the family room. Everything is clean and orderly. I sigh, walking into the kitchen. There is no food in the pantries, or in the fridge, but there is a 20 dollar bill with a note in the fridge. Smirking, I pull it out of the fridge.

Lavy,

Sorry for the horrible morning. Here is 20 bucks for you to enjoy.

Hope you have a happier day,

Sage

I smile and take the 20.

Walking to Granny's diner wasn't that eventful. I had a feeling that the ground was moving, though, much like in my dream. If felt as though something dark and angry were below us.

I now sit and watch the Blank page before me, the way that the page mocks me: Your muses are gone, dear Lavender. I place the pencil above the paper, waiting for something to come. Nothing, nothing at all. I sip the coffee grudgingly, and glare at the page, as if something will appear on its own.

". . . Lavender Thyme?" I look up to the sound of my name. Mayor Mills stands before me, wearing a black, unbuttoned cardigan that ends just below her elbow with a black undershirt. Black slacks and black heels click on the floor, as if she has taken a step.

"Madam Mayor?" I answer, just realizing Henry beside her. "Henry." I nod.

"I was asking if we may sit." Mayor asks. Almost all the seats are empty, why would she choose to sit with me? I shrug as they sit down.

"What are you drawing, Miss Thyme?" Henry asks, looking at the page.

"Please," I put my hands up, chuckling, "Call me Lavender, or Child, Miss Thyme is my elder sister." He nods, smiling and looking to his mother for permission, she nods, looking around, probably for the waitress. "And I'm not drawing anything. Drawer's block." I explain. He nods, a little confused.

"May I help you?" Ruby asks when Regina finally waves her down. Ruby wears very little clothing: A white button up shirt that was tied above her belly button, and red short shorts, a small apron covering it. One word, HOT. . .

I heard someone clear their throat, making me come out of my fantasies. I look to the mayor, who is looking at me expectantly. What? She rolls her eyes

"What would you like, dear?" She asks me, leaning forward.

"No, thank you. Coffee is good." I smile, taking a sip out of an empty coffee cup. Did I drink it all already?

"I'll get you more." Ruby says, nodding.

"Actually, can I take milk instead?" She nods, scampering off. The mayor's stares burns holes into my skin.

"Madam Mayor?" I ask, looking up. A blush creeps up her face. I smile and stare down at the paper again, drawing circles, which soon became eyes that sit on a rectangular face, framed by wild hair. The head connects to a big body with super toned muscles. . . And. . . . Done. A troll with a knife sat on the paper, starring back at me, eyes wild.

"Whoa!" both Henry and Ruby say at the same time. I look to my glass of milk to find it empty, Ruby pours more in as she stares at the drawing.

"Now, that is cool." Ruby says, smiling at me. I smile back. "ohh, yeah, your sister, Sage, said that you were in need of a job." She smiles. Sage, said that?

"Really?" I ask. A job, hmmm.

"Yeah, and she asked granny if there were any openings, and of course there were." She smiles. "Would you like to work here, Lavender?"

"I . . . Yes," I nod, closing my sketch book. It's not like I have a choice to like it. I think bitterly.

"Great, I will tell granny." She runs into the back room, bringing back granny. I accept the job and answer a few questions.

"Ohh, no." Regina stood once Granny left. "I am late for an important meeting! Lavender, can you walk Henry home? Thank you," and with that she left.

"That is weird; she is never late to one of her meetings." Henry states. I nod, understanding, I see the Mayor as a very punctual type, when she says on the dot she means on the dot. "Emma!" Henry exclaims, making me jump back. I look by the door and sure enough there is Emma, with a brunette.

"Hey, kid. Where's your mom?" She asks, looking to me suspiciously.

"She was late to a meeting, so she is having Lavender look after me." He smiles, Emma's eye brows knit together.

"Your mom, late?" she then shrugs, then looks to me, with a sad smile. "Hey, Child." I nod and smile. "This is Mary Margaret Blanchard." She motions to the woman beside her. "Mary Margaret, this is Lavender Thyme, she is . . . an old friend." I smile at the woman.

"Nice to meet you." She smiles.

"Likewise," I nod.

"Can we join you?" Emma asks. I nod, moving my milk. Emma sits next to me, even if Mary Margaret was more near me than then she was to Henry. I didn't make a move to correct her grammar, never did, never will, my grammar is probably just as bad.

"Hey, Emma, Mary Margaret." Ruby smiles, holding her pad and paper out and wrote down their orders.

"You have any homework Henry?" I ask. He sighs and looks to Mary Margaret.

"Yes, he does." She laughs. I chuckle, looks like I got him with his teacher nearby.

I walked Henry home and found that the mayor wasn't home yet, so I brought him to my sisters' house.

"Who are you?" Henry asks, pulling out a big red book, in golden words: Once Upon A Time.

"What do you mean?" His smile interrupts my attempt at adding on.

"Everyone in Storybrooke is from this book. They were all cursed by my mom, The Evil Queen." He states, he actually believes this stuff?

"So," I begin, choosing my words carefully. "What you want me to believe is that this whole town is cursed, by your mother who, in this book, is The Evil Queen?" I ask.

"Yes, that is exactly what I am saying." He said, becoming defensive. I hold my hands up in surrender.

"Whoa there, boy, I don't think your mother is any more evil than Sage is, and trust me, my eldest sibling can be quite evil when she is able." I nod. He hands me the book, shrugging his shoulders. I sat by him, opening up to a random page.

The Childish Witch:

There once was a childish witch, she looked very much like a child. One day, the childish witch found out she was lonely, and wanted someone to play with her. She decided that since she did a lot of things for the small town right beside her forest, she wants something in return. While playing a sweet song to the forest, she felt the presence of a young farm hand.

When the witch found him he had asked her to save his harvest, which was drying up. She said she wanted him to play a game, and if he won, she will do as he asked, and more, but if he lost, he needed to give her something of importance. He accepted, and played with the child for a few hours. They had fun, playing tag in the woods, and although he couldn't catch her he had still laughed.

'I won!' she yelled. He had smiled, turning back to walk home, he had lost, so she wouldn't do what he had asked. She had asked him where he was going, and he said he had a family at home, and he had to retrieve what she wanted, the thing of importance.

'oh, dear farm boy, you don't get it.' She laughed 'for we both won, your face shows it. For the once solemn and tattered face that had come begging for my service, is now happy, and full of joy, even if you couldn't catch me, Farm boy, I will grant you your wish, and whatever else you would like, only if it squares the deal we made' she smiled, and the man was happier, for the witch has spared his little girl. –

It took me a while to figure out that I was reading it aloud, and the door bell is ringing. WOW I mouth, incapable of speech. Only a few minutes had past while reading, so I was ok.

I walk to the door in a daze. That was weird; it almost felt like a memory. Regina's face is revealed as I open the door. A look of worry flashes in her face, but was gone within a second, and replaced with the signature stone look of Mayor Mills. We smile, as I invite her in. Henry had gathered his stuff and is now walking home, the Mayor standing in front of me, holding out a 50 dollar bill. I shook my head, that wasn't fair at all.

"That's too much, Mayor." I told her holding my hands up.

"Please, take it, I think I will need you to watch Henry more times, consider this payment an advanced." I grab the money and I nod.

"O…Ok," and she left, walking down the street and into her house. I heard someone clear their throat, Emma stands before me, her red leather jacket shining in the light.

"May I come in?" She asks. I nod, opening the door wider for her to get in. "I want to talk about me leaving." She says, sitting down. I sit down across from her, motioning for her to go on, but wondering if she should. "Henry came to me, and when I brought him home, I didn't want to leave, and I don't want to leave." She said, then looks up to me. "That was easier than I expected."

"He is yours?"

"Not really. He is Regina's kid, but I gave birth to him, yes." Of course. I smile.

"I tend to over exaggerate things. I am sorry, Emma." She smiles, and motions for me to give her a hug. She smells of deodorant and leather. I smile burying my head into her shoulder. I hum. "I miss this," I say, truthfully.

"Me too," she smiles, breathing in my hair. "Mary Margaret will be worried sick, better get home." She looks at the grandfather clock. '7:43'. She was still holding me. I get out of her arms, looking for a piece of paper, writing the land line and my cell phone number.

"Here, call me any time, Emma," I smile.

"Thanks,"

And with that she was out the door. . .

"Why was Sheriff Swan here?" Adella asks, walking through the door. Emma's a sheriff? Wow. I smile.

"She was explaining the reason why she left." I tell her, fallowing her through the house.

"Ohh, really?" she smiles, giving me a knowing look as I sit on the couch, where Emma was sitting.

"Yes, Henry dragged her here, and she forgot she had important people at 'home." I grin, Jinx jumped up on the couch, rubbing himself against my hand soothingly.

"You mean one important person." I smirk, looking to the ceiling, maybe we will get back together, and I will be happy again . . .

Inspiration by:

The Man Who Can't Be Moved by Straight No Chaser; Song for Sienna by Brian Crain; I Will Follow You Into The Dark by Death Cab For Cutie.

I DO NOT MEAN TO STEAL ANYTHING! Characters belong to their respectful owners!

Authors Note: THX for reading! Hope it was well worth the wait. I really need to put more details, hu? Well I will try, or will do either one. I mainly tried at the end of this one and didn't want to go through it all again after I finished editing.