A/N: Hi Y'all! This is my first try on a OUAT fic. Wish me well and happy reading!

She didn't expect to crash into a tree, but Tuesdays have never been her lucky days. "Owwwwwwwwwww!" She yelled as she fell on her bottom and rubbed her head. She groaned and looked around. She was in a forest(Obviously, said a little voice in her head. She quickly told it to shut up.) there were leaves of all colors everywhere on the ground, which made a semi-soft place to land on when she was being an idiot. She stood up, and checked her head. There was no blood, she could see fine and wasn't dizzy, so she assumed there was no concussion, but she wasn't an expert.Ok, make sure that you didn't kill yourself by being an idiot, check. Now to figure out where in the world am I. She figured that since there was no one else to talk to, she might as well make conversation with herself. "So I'm in a forest. Which is weird since the last I checked I was in my room on my computer doing…. Something. I can't remember. It was at night and I was tired. Probably nothing important. Aha! A road! Sweet!"

The girl slowly made her way to said road, and slowly because she most definitely wasn't wearing the clothes for tromping around the woods. From an outsider's point of view, they would see a girl, late in her teens, in sky blue jeans, speckled with mud and a white t-shirt with a detailed artist's rendering of a TARDIS with the quotes, "Laugh hard, Run fast, Be kind" on it. She was about five feet, eight inches, with long brown hair, and a black pair of headphones around her neck. A purple watch on her left wrist and hair band on the other and a dark blue jacket tied around her waist.

She stood at the center of the road and looked from side to side at the road's two opposite directions. She started patting her pockets. "Let me see… Do I have my? Yes! My phone! And my phone charger! Sweet! Ok…. there's no service, buuuut I do have a compass." She opened up the compass app. "Ok, North is that-a-way and so that means south would be the other way…." She looked behind her at the empty road. And in front or her at the same empty road. "Ok, lets try one hundred steps in both directions. Lets go north first." She put her phone away, and started to count. "One, two, three..." She continued counting and staring at the ground to make sure she didn't off track. But at step thirty-three, if she had just looked up she would have seen road sign that said "Storybrooke 1 Mile". But she didn't. She was too busy counting.

As she reach the hundredth step, she looked up and saw the forest clearing up, ahead of her. A new hope sprung in her as she walked quickly to the edge of road that she saw. She stopped at the top of the swell that the road had been paved over, to see a small town down in the valley below. She finally saw that she and the town was in a shallow valley, surrounded by a large and thick forest. Her stomach rumbled, and she agreed with it. She had found a twenty dollar bill in her back pocket(A lot of this situation was really convenient. But she didn't have the sense to question it.) and was looking forward to a nice meal after who knows how long she was walking. She quickly, scrambled down the road and finally made it into town. It was a nice place. Though she couldn't really judge, since she was used to the rural and suburbs areas of life. It had your usual two main roads with smaller alleyways and apartments and shops on the sides. There were people on the sidewalks, chatting, walking dogs, and carrying shopping bags. She moved over to one of the sidewalks(as to not get run over by a car, since there were cars now on the road.) and looked for something that resembled a cafe…. There it is! She quickly ran across the street and stopped at the edge of the property. Granny's… She read from the sign. Why does that sound so familiar? She thought as she entered. She shook her head and knew it would come to her soon enough. She step forward at the counter and the older woman behind it smiled at her and said, "Hello! Can I take your order?"

The teenage girl looked up at the menu. "Yeah. Can I get a hot-dog, with some fries and ketchup and a Doc. Pepper?" She pushed forward the twenty.

The older woman nodded. She had gray hair, thin-framed glasses and was about five foot, six. "Sure hon. Is it for here or to go?"

The girl thought about for a second. "For here."

"And what's your name?"

"Harley. Harley Allison. What's yours?"

The woman smiled. "What it says on the door, Miss Allison!"

"Oh. Well thank you Granny."

Granny gave her back a ten and two quarters. "No problem. Ruby will be out in a few minutes with your food. Have a seat my dear."

Harley Allison took a stool at the counter and had a good glance around. The cafe was sparsely populated with a few people, ranging from middle aged to families with toddlers. It looked normal enough, but she still couldn't shake this feeling that it was all strangely familiar. A few minutes later, Ruby, a tall, thin young woman with black hair and red highlights brought out the food on a tray. Harley tried to tip her, but Ruby refused. "You made my granny smile in a special way that I haven't seen her do in years. I'd just wanna say thank you for that."

"Uh, you're welcome? I don't actually know what I did, but thank you anyway."

Ruby just smiled, laughed and said enjoy your meal.

And she did. It was the best hot-dog she'd ever eaten and the fries were to die for. She finished her food with pleasure but sadly, her happy moment of bliss was about to come to an end. Along with everything she knew to be sensible. For starters, she thought she saw Emma Swan walk in through the front door. Harley took a double take. Yep, there she was, dressed in her classic red jacket and blue jeans and long blond hair flowing over her shoulders.

Harley just stared at her as the missing pieces finally fell into place. The road. The town. The Granny's! THE EMMA SWAN! It finally all made sense now!

But Harley couldn't put it into those words. All she could say was, "Oh…. My….. Smurf."

"Eh, what?" Said Emma Swan who was staring right at her! Harley panicked inside, but said, "Uh, nothing! Sorry! I thought you were someone else! Strange question, but could you tell me which year is this?"

Emma Swan frowned. "Its 2014. Are you ok?"

Harley nodded quickly. "Yeah, everything's fine! I gotta go! Bye!"

She quickly ran out of the cafe, across the street and into one of the side-alleys. "Okay, pull yourself together, Harley. Don't panic." She started to pace. "Okay, so Emma said it was 2014, so that means season 4. Not the best season to land in, but its what I've got. Now I just need to figure out which episode I'm in or closest to being in. I sure hope its not the finale." She took a deep breath. "Okay, mental check list to help me figure out what to do. One, find out which episode I'm in. Two, try not to let another find out that I'm not from their world. Which means I'll need a disguise. I'll need to pretend to be a fairy-tale character. Oh boy, which one? Its has to be one they haven't met yet, so they don't get suspicious. You know what? I'll just be a peasant with my name. No one special." Then as a thought suddenly struck her mind, she stopped pacing. "Wait, I'm in my own fanfic. I remember writing it last night. Does that mean, in this realm, I'm an author?"

She glanced around to see if anyone was watching. Then she whispered, "I'm not just any author. I'm a fanfic author! Oh wow. Hmmmm. I wonder..." She glanced at her palms meaningfully, as she flicked them quickly. Purple sparks leaped up from her hands. "SaaaaaaaaaWeeeeeeeeeeet!" She said loudly, but quickly covered her mouth and sneaked around the corner to see if anyone heard her. No one was running towards where she was hiding so that was good. She decided to move anyway, just in case, and walked down the street. Okay, She thought to herself as she dodged people down the sidewalk. I need to fine a place to stay. I don't know how long I'll stay here and I might as well get comfortable. She slipped her hand into her back pocket and pulled out a bulging wallet. She flipped through a driver's license, ID, and a couple hundreds, quite a few twenties and tens, and numerous ones and fives. Nice. I have enough for a couple days. And I can always make more. One of the benefits of being a fanfic author, she guessed. But she also instinctively new the limits of being a fanfic writer in this peculiar position. She couldn't make the main characters do anything, they would have to make the choices themselves(Whatever that means.)BUT she could affect their world in almost limitless ways. Though they would all notice that. She could make minor characters do want ever she wanted, but Harley wasn't that awful. Then again, she didn't pay much attention to them for the most part in any fandom.

Harley looked at her watch. It was 3:30 PM, so she didn't need to get a place for at least another hour. Plus, it gave her a chance to scout out Storybrooke and try to make a timeline for the next few days and what she could change. After that's what she started this for. But she also knew that the truth would eventually get out and Emma and Regina along with their "Oh we're heroes and automatically we're always right" gang(Note to self, avoid Snow White and Prince David) would come after her most likely. At that point, probably, the safest people to be around with would probably be…. Harley stopped in her tracks. Gold. He would understand her and what she was trying to do. Maybe she should go straight to him instead. But, she shook her head and started moving again. The townsfolk wouldn't trust her if she went straight to Gold, no matter how much she wanted too. Harley would have to earn the townsfolk trust first(Depending on how much time she had till the finale.) and avoid Emma and the "Hero" gang for the most part. She mentally smacked herself. Harley, what are you doing? This was meant to be a fix it Fanfic. And even though those characters aren't your favorite, they have a purpose. And YOU can help them see the truth. They can be good people. You've read about ways they could be. You can't afford to be too biased.

When Harley was done correcting herself, she walked past a public playground and decided that resting for a few minutes couldn't hurt. She picked one of the benches farther from everyone else, sat down and got out her phone. Since now she had Internet, she pulled up a map of Storybrooke, and began planning her route for the next half hour. Hmmmm, who would the best to get answers out of? Deffinelty not an adult, so Henry! But depending on which episode I'm in, he could be anywhere right now.

"Hey!" Someone suddenly shouted.

Harley looked up from the phone and turned her head around.

There he was. All fourteen years of him. He seemed to be waving and walking straight at her. But as he got closer he frowned and suddenly looked embarrassed. He stopped a few steps away from the bench and said, "Oh, uh, sorry. I thought you were someone else."

Harley smirked. "No problem. I get that a lot. I have one of those generic faces that everyone swears they've seen before. Are you waiting for somebody?"

Henry nodded.

"Well, why don't you wait here on the bench with me? I could use the company."

"If its no trouble." He said as he at down on the other side of the bench, slid his backpack off his shoulders and onto the ground.

Harley waved the comment off. "Its not, believe me. I'm Harley by the way."

"Henry."

She nodded. "Nice to meet you Henry. You just got out of school?"

"Yeah. I was supposed to meet my mom here, but she hasn't shown up."

Harley looked around at the playground, the kids, and the tired-looking adults. "Well unless your mom is five years old or is one of the zombie looking moms over there, I think its safe to say she's not here yet."

Henry laughed. "Yeah, I guess not."

He sighed, unzipped his bag, and pulled out what looked to be his math homework.

She glanced at him, while he was fingering his pencil. "What type of homework are you doing?"

"Math." He answered. "Its kind of weird how common people from the Enchanted Forest would be so good at teaching mathematics in this world, when it had no real use in theirs."

Now it was Harley's turn to laugh. "Your right. We didn't have much use for it then either."

He looked up from his homework. "You're from the Enchanted Forest? Well, of course you are, but which character are you? I don't remember seeing you in my book, though."

Harley shrugged. "Nobody important. I'm from a small village in the middle of nowhere," She smiled. "Much like this town, but smaller. I don't remember which curse I came on, my memories have all been jumbled up, and I don't recognize anybody here. I'm pretty sure I'm the only one of my village that got sucked up into a curse." Well, now we'll find out how great a lair you are Harley. She thought to herself.

Henry looked slightly shocked. "So you've been on your own ever since you came here?"

Harley nodded. "Yep. Just little ol' me and nobody else. Its not so bad. Sure every time a curse comes, it basically mixes up my memories like a kid shaking a candy jar, but I usually stay out of way for the big stuff. Like the magic fights, the car chases, the 'Holier than thou' fights in the crossroads, just stuff like that." At least some of that wasn't a lie.

Harley glanced over at Henry. "Hey, don't give me that look! I'm three months from being eighteen mister, a legal adult in this world and I can take care of myself just fine." Now that was most definitely a lie… for the most part.

She sighed. "Listen Henry. Its sweet of you to be concerned about me, even if you've literally just met me, but I'm fine. I've got a few bucks to spend on lodging and food for the next few days and now all I gotta do is find a job. I'm much better at interacting in this world than I was in my old one, and I know I can help people with that."

Henry nodded. "Sorry for freaking out. I just didn't know there were people like you that have been separated from their families for this long."

She brushed it off. "Trust me, I'm not sure they'd miss me.

"What do you mean?"

"First things first, Henry. I literally just met you and no offense, but I'm not just about to tell you my life's story without some trust." Henry looked a little crestfallen, at least until she said, "So What's your favorite fairy-tale, favorite ice cream, food, school subject, book or book series that's not a fairy-tale, tv show, movie and favorite day of the year?"

Harley grinned as Henry perked up and smiled at her. "I'll go first. Hi, my name is Harley Allison and I like Beauty and the Beast, Moose tracks, History, Ranger's Apprentice, Star Trek: TNG, Star Wars: Return of The Jedi, and July fourth. Now its your turn."

"Ok. Hi my name is Henry Mills and I like Sleeping Beauty, Cinnamon Apple ice cream, English, Percy Jackson, Phineas and Ferb, Tangled, and my favorite day of the year is April first."

"April fools' day, huh? I have to admit, you did not strike me as that kind of guy."

Henry raised an eyebrow. "Says the person who is so mysterious that they say that learning what each other favorite things are, is a sign of trust."

Harley laughed and started to sing softly, "Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens."

Henry's eyes bungled out. "You've seen that movie too?! I'm trying to get my moms to watch it, but they say they don't like musicals."

Harley shook her head disapprovingly, but continued to sing. " Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown paper packages tied up with strings, These are a few of my favorite things!"

Henry joined in with the next verse. "Cream-colored ponies and crisp apple strudels." They sang the next few lines together. "Doorbells and sleigh bells, And schnitzel with noodles, Wild geese, that fly with the moon on their wings, These are a few of my favorite things!

They both doubled over laughing. "You've got a great singing voice, Henry!" Harley managed to gasp over her giggles.

"Thanks. You too." He snickered.

She checked the time on her watch and as she did, she thought about how unexpected this was. She never dreamed she would be singing that with Henry or anyone else in the world for that matter. Huh, maybe this story wouldn't just be about fixing what was wrong, but maybe learning to appreciate other people the way they are and don't try to change them. Just give them the opportunity to see the light. That was all she could do for them and if they couldn't see it, well, it won't be her fault. So that was her new mission. Be open-minded, but be firm in her own beliefs. Try to tell the truth as often as possible and…. Wait a sec… She looked at Henry out of the corner of her eye. He could actually help her, but she would have to tell him the truth. But she knew that he was really good at keeping secrets. Though it might be a little hard for him to believe at first. The time was 4:00 PM and she knew that if she wanted to move forward in this story, she would need help. And Henry was the best person for the job. She took a deep breathe in and said, "Stop."

Henry looked up from his homework. "Eh, What?"

Harley shook her head. "Not you. Them." She pointed to the kids on the playground and the adults sitting on and standing around the benches.

Henry looked around, his skin was visibly paling as he turned back to her. Harley held up her hands. "I know Henry. This looks kinda bad, but I really need to talk to you." Her hands squirmed. "If that's okay with you. If its not, I'll unstop everything and you'll never have to see me again. I promise."

Henry swallowed and looked into her eyes. Henry recognized them as desperate and will to tell the truth. He'd seen that look on a lot of people in the past few years. He slowly nodded. "As long as those people out there aren't hurt."

Harley quickly shook her head. "Oh no! I would never hurt them! They're innocent, not to mention there are kids there too. I would never hurt a kid. I have siblings y'know. I just froze us in a moment in time. Anyway, so some of the stuff I told you was a lie, but most of its not. I am alone, but I just came here no less than four hours ago. I am almost eighteen, but I'm from the real world. I've never actually been to the Enchanted Forest, but all of my favorite things are true. (I know that's not important, so sue me) My name is Harley Allison," Oh boy. She thought. Here goes. "And I'm here to help everyone with their happy endings."

Henry sat there a a couple seconds, pondering what she just said. He looked at her quizzically out of the corner of his eye. "Can you answer me this one question?"

Harley nodded.

"Are you the author?"

"Well, yes and no. No, because the author your thinking of is actually a character just like you, and he's a real jerk. Don't trust him. But Yes, because I'm the author of this story. Well, more specifically a Fanfic author, but we can get into specifics later."

Henry stood up and started walking around the bench. Harley stood up as well. "Why did you reveal yourself to me? Why not my moms? Or my grandparents? Or one of the other adults?"

Harley sighed. "Because they wouldn't trust me right away, even if I did tell them the whole truth right away. All they would see is a seventeen year old teenager with way to much power to influence their lives. You, on the other hand, know how to keep secrets from other and have great ideas for solutions to problems. You are better at seeing the best in people then all of the rest of your family combined. And… I need someone my age to help to adults understand what I can and cannot do."

Then she added hesitantly, "Plus, you remind me of one of my brothers. And I miss all of my family already. But I know that until my work here is down, I can't go home."

Henry lent on the bench. "Let me get this straight; you're from the real world, but you're the author. You're all alone, and you can't go back home until you finish your job here, which is to help everyone find their happy endings. And you came to me for help because you don't trust adults?"

"Most adults." She amended.

"Hmmm. Alright, I'll help, but on two conditions."

Harley nodded. "That's fair."

"One, no more lies from either of us. If we want this to work, we have to be truthful."

Harley winced. "Yeah. Agreed. Sorry about earlier."

Henry waved it off. "Oh, I understand why you did it, but I would like your promise to not do it again, at least to me. Everyone else, you can be the judge, but your secret's safe with me."

Harley nodded. "I promise."

"Second…." His serious demeanor slowly gave way to a contagious grin. "We're gonna need an operation name."

Harley shook her head, smiling. "Of course. What did you have in mind?"

"I'm glad you asked. How about Operation: Double H? 'Cause both of our names start with an 'H'."

Harley laughed. "I like that. Operation: Double H it is!"

"Oh!" She snapped her fingers. "What happened most recently? Like something important?"

"Uh, there are three witches in town. Cruella De Vil, Ursula and I think Maleficent."

"Perfect. Now I know when I am. Okay Henry. Wee have only a few weeks until something really bad is going to happen. It is now the mission of Operation: Double H to help everyone find their happy endings before then. But we also have rules of conduct. Mainly for me, I have limitations. For any of the main characters, I can't force them to do anything. It has to be all on their own. I can put things, decisions in their way, but they have to choose which way they want to go, understood?"

Henry nodded.

"But for minor and background characters I can give them nudges in the right direction to help the main plot go along. I can change the environment, but it will be noticeable to anyone, especially people with magic."

"Like my moms." Put in Henry.

Harley nodded. "Exactly. Them and anyone else like them can sense when ever I use my author abilities. That means when we're done here, your moms will probably be looking around here to see if they can find the magic source, AKA me. Which means, I won't be using these abilities much in the next few weeks. So, you need to come and find me or I will do the same if either one of us has something to help with the mission. Remember, every time I use my abilities…. you know what, lets just call it magic. Its easier. Anyway, when I use them it would be like shooting up a bright magic beacon that says 'Hi! I'm here!'. So only for emergencies until everyone with magic knows. Cool?"

"Cool. So where will you be if I need to contact you?"

Harley shrugged. "I was going to get a room at Granny's and I can write down my phone number if you need to call or text me. You do have a phone right?"

"Does a dwarf have a pick ax?" He smirked as he pulled out his phone from his back pocket.

"Sweet. I'll write down my phone number and you can use it anytime."

She wrote it down and Henry put it in his phone. "Ok, but no offense to Granny's, you need a real home if you're gonna stay for a couple weeks. Why don't you stay at my house?"

"Henry, you house is already full of your mom, grandparents and the baby. I couldn't possibly-"

Henry snickered. "I'm not talking about the apartment. Even my mom, Emma, isn't sleeping there most of the time. She trying to get her parents a place of their own, but its slow work. No, I'm talking about my other mom, Regina's house. That house is huge and we have an extra bedroom. I'm sure it would be okay with her once we tell her the story that you told me. And we could probably get you a job with one at least one of my moms' help."

Harley nodded. "If its okay, with your mom, then sure, I'm all for it. But until then, I need to go soon. If we stay here to long, the spell will break and your mothers will see me doing magic. I know magic wielders can't sense me with my magic when I'm not using it because I'm the author, but once I use it, like I said its a huge beacon of light pointing right at me. Also, two things before I go. One, come and find me at Granny's in half an hour either with Regina or we go see Regina together. Text me ahead of time. And Two, to tell my magic apart from your moms' or anybody else's here is what it looks like."

She thrust her hand up in the air and purple and sky blue sparks shot out, creating small fireworks in the air around them. Then she gestured at herself and disappear in a cloud of purple and blue smoke. She reappeared behind Henry and poked him in the back. "Boo!"

He laughed. "I like the colors Harley. They are very you."

She bowed. "Why thank you young sir." And she giggled. "I'll see you soon Henry. Remember, Granny's in half an hour!"

"Will do!"

Harley then disappeared and everything suddenly moved again. Including two middle aged women coming straight at him with worried expressions. Oh boy. He thought. How am I gonna get out of this one?