"My god. Did you know there's something called 'Cradle Cap'?"

Spencer sneered as Snow continued to ramble under her breath about a disgusting skin rash babies got on their head. Her mother obsessively continued to read a book one of her friends recommended and it became clear she wasn't going to put it down anytime soon.

On the other hand, Henry obsessively played on his game, not a Gameboy, and it remained in his hands as it was his final breath. Spencer leaned onto her elbow and peered over Henry's toy. She could not understand why he held onto the contraption so tightly and how he wasn't bored out his mind.

Spencer gagged as Snow read out another obscene fact from that horrid book and rolled her eyes at Henry, "Teach me how to play."

Distract me, please distract me.

Henry's eyes remained on the tiny screen, "Later."

Peter jabbed her into the chest, "Rule #3, we take what is our Spencer."

Something in Spencer cracked, she icily glared toward her mother and grinned when the baby book still absorbed all of Snow's attention. Her hand shot out and gripped onto Henry's collar before pulling him harshly in her direction. The game fell onto the table with a clank and Spencer gleefully watched the boy's eyes widen in fear.

"I said teach me how to play."

Tears blurred Spencer's vision as Peter forced her face first into the mud, "Get up! Grow a spine or you'll never be one of us!"

Something tiny yelled this was wrong, but Spencer easily squashed it down. This was something she learned in Neverland and she wasn't about to let it go. Before when she was weak, she allowed kids to taunt her, to push her around, to ignore her as she was nothing, but then she changed, and people respected her. The Lost Boys respected her and knew better than to defy her.

"NO MERCY!"

Peter's words shook her core and she lifted the whimpering boy with her left hand, the other fashioned into a fist striking the body into the ground.

Henry quickly nodded, and Spencer pushed him away. He rubbed his neck and hastily passed his game to her. Henry's eyes darted around the room while Spencer raised an eyebrow expectantly at him. I'm not stupid enough to get caught.

Realizing this, Henry accepted defeat and pointed at the buttons of his game, "That button is used to run and walk and the other one is to jump. Those buttons are to kick and to hit."

Spencer experimented with the buttons and watched the character follow the commands. The characters green attire and blonde hair caught her attention.

"He looks like Robin Hood, with a sword instead of a bow."

Henry shrugged, "I guess."

Spencer played in silence and quickly found herself becoming bored. This is so much better with real swords. She smirked as she remembered Henry wielding a real sword.

"You know I would have taught you if you waited. I just wanted to finish my game."

The same feeling of guilt returned from earlier and Spencer muttered under her breath not offering the boy a reply to his statement.

A flash of red and metal entered her mind and the stench of copper invaded her lungs. Hands loosen their grip and Spencer stood up straight.

"Are you okay?"

Death, Death was everywhere, and she blindly ran to escape death's grip.

Spencer shook, and her eyes bore into the boy in front of her. Look at him! Her mind screamed, just look at him!

Vomit expelled from her mouth and her lungs rattled as if they were going to collapse.

Brown hair, Brown hair like Coffee. Coffee like her Daddy used to make in mornings before he left her for the new baby.

"I'm not a princess!"

Hazel eyes full of worry and concern stared back at her.

'Ruth' etched into a cloak mocking her.

Eyes oddly like Emma's.

"My child, you bear the weight of your parent's mistake."

Eyes like Snow's.

Spencer's arms wrapped around herself as images in her mind stop playing. She soaked in Henry's brown hair and hazel eyes. Emma's eyes were green, but something in his eyes reminded Spencer of her twin sister. Spencer shielded her eyes from the bright light and groaned softly at the sharp pain in her head.

Henry's jaw dropped, "What was that?"

Her voice laced with sarcasm, "Could you be any louder?"

Henry hissed in a whisper, "Your pupil was huge, and it was like you were frozen! What just happened?!"

"I don't know."

Her mind felt like it ran a marathon and whatever Spencer saw did not make sense to her. The images were blurry and flashed so fast they made her head spin. She felt pity for the boy in front of her. Spencer could only conclude she saw something from the past year, but it wasn't like she could tell him that.

'Oh Henry, I might have PTSD, or my mind is going crazy because a whack job removed our memories from the past year. Also, magic is real, and your mother is not only my twin sister but the Savior'

Spencer snorted to herself but quickly shut up at Henry's wondering eyes looking at Snow.

Spencer pinched the back of his hand and the poor boy jumped, "Don't."

"You could have just had a seizure."

He's not wrong.

Spencer snapped, "You know nothing of this town or what just happened. Leave it alone."

Henry pouted and turned away from her. Spencer sighed and let her arms fall to her side. She was lost, just as lost as he was. If it was Henry, Henry from before, Spencer would be asking him a million question about magic.

She stretched her arms and slide out of the booth, "Well, I'm bored. Let's go."

"Now?"

Spencer glared at him, "Yes, now."

Henry pointed back at Snow, "But what about-"

Spencer waved him off, "When I went to the restroom earlier, I saw a back door. Do you really want to be sitting here all day?"

She didn't wait for a response and quickly headed to the restrooms when her mother wasn't looking. Sliding out the back door, Spencer leaned against the dinners wall and counted to ten.

By the time she got to eight, a disheveled looking Henry tripped while walking toward her.

"I don't think this is a good idea."

Spencer walked away from the dinner and smirked when she heard footsteps, "The best ideas usually aren't."

The town was empty. Hiding away in fear of being snatched away like the others before them. Spencer snorted, Cowards.

"Where are we going?"

Spencer walked along the shops and pointed to their destination at the edge of town.

Henry questioned, "The woods?"

"Yup."

Henry looked back at the diner, "What about the Library? I'm pretty sure we just passed by an Arcade-"

Spencer stopped directly in front of Henry and he took a couple of steps back, "I never said you had to follow me."

Henry shyly kicked his foot into the ground, "I'd rather be back in New York, but that's not an option and it's not like there is anyone here that is my age besides you."

Spencer took a few steps towards her destination before rolling her eyes at the boy frozen in place, "Are you coming or not?"

Henry grinned at her and fell in step with her, "Can I know why we're going into the woods?"

Spencer shrugged, "I think best in a forest."

It reminds me of Neverland. The thought went unsaid, Henry wouldn't have understood it anyway.

Henry remarked, "This isn't a forest."

"I know." Spencer sighed, "But it's the best I got."

Henry paused in the beginnings of the woods and Spencer waved him over, "Come on, I promise we won't go in that deep. We'll be lucky if we even see a deer."

Henry hesitantly followed her and looked around in awe, "You'd never see this in New York."

Spencer breathed in the pine trees and the small creeks and finally felt herself relax. Spencer sat down on a fallen tree trunk and looked up at Henry.

She muttered quietly, "Do you know why you're here?"

Henry mulled for a moment, "I don't know. You're kind of hard to read and with that whole almost strangling me earlier-"

Spencer shook her head wildly, a hint of frustration in her voice, "Do you know why you're in Storybrooke?"

She thought back to earlier that morning when her parents sat her down, "Henry doesn't remember anything and we're going to keep it that way for now." and the promises she made to avoid telling him the truth. Empty promises.

Henry answered, "For work, but I feel like there's more to the story, you know?"

Words rapidly flew out of her mouth, "People in this town are disappearing, something is going on and your mother is here to try to fix this."

Henry's eyebrows raised in alarm, "Why?! My mom's not a cop. I mean she finds people, but not like that."

Spencer murmured, "It's complicated. People trust your mom, so it has to be her, but that's beside the point."

Spencer averted her eyes as a ball of guilt sat on her chest. Henry, at the moment, remained in ignorant bliss to everything around him and she was ripping it away from him. Spencer wanted to preserve that innocence, but she needed him. She had seen the hunger-fire in his eyes in Neverland when he wielded the sword against Thomas, she needed that by her side if she wanted to accomplish anything.

I'll show them. I'll make them regret everything.

"Do you believe in-"

The hairs on her arm stood up and Spencer's head slowly turned to the flying object coming right into their direction. In a split-second decision, she slammed Henry to the ground, bouncing her head off of his and chose to ignore the immediate ache as something dug painfully into her hair lifting her off the ground.

A scream tore past her throat and Spencer suddenly felt extremely foolish for coming out here with no weapons. How am I supposed to prove myself when I keep making stupid decisions like this?! Her tongue felt heavy as words failed to come out to yell at Henry to run, instead the foolish boy hung onto her ankle crying nonsense.

"What is that thing?!"

A hard yank and strands of Spencer's hair ripped out her scalp. She felt as though in slow motion as she saw the inevitable impact and crashed right onto Henry, choking on thin air as the wind knocked right of her chest. Spencer waste no time, yanking Henry onto his feet while running away from the screeching banshee behind them. Blood pumped loudly into her ears and she practically cried when she spotted the clearing of the woods. They didn't stop running, not until they were huddled together next to the dumpster by Granny's diner.

Henry gave heavy breaths into her back and impossibly gripped tighter, never quite letting it go, "What just happened?"

Spencer turned, forcing Henry to meet her eyes, "You can't tell anyone what just happened, no one can know."

Henry's fingernails dug into her hand, "I don't even know what just happened! What was that thing?"

There was only one character Spencer could think of that had a flying monkey.

"Do you believe in fairy tales?"

Hello my pretties, long time no see eh? I actually was going to post this last month, but since I don't really remember the whole Zelena arc (it's been a long time okay?) I decided to rewatch season 1 OUAT and fell into the endless pit of fanfiction. So far into The Forgotten Sister, I've been pretty much-following cannon up to this point with slight changes, but now things are changing. I'm skipping the whole Frozen arc, it's personally not my favorite arc but if many of you object I might consider writing it in. I'm also excluding the last season because I haven't watched it yet. If your new to this story, I tend to update every 1-3 months. It's not the best system but writer's block hits me hard and I'm just busy. Do not worry, I am dedicated to finishing this story and I hope it does everyone justice.

~ Until Next time