Thank you all for being so interested in these songfics. "Once Upon a Dream" is, in my opinion, one of the sweetest, simplest songs in Jekyll and Hyde, but I figured that it was a good song to use as a fic. Anyway, once again: I do not own anything in this fic except for the corny storyline. Everyone has been speculating about what Lindsay's "dark past" could be like, but truly, I think it could be a lot of different things combined together. Heartache and disappointment are dark things too, right? So, this is just one of the things I think she might have gone through. Anyway, you all know what to do: read and review! THANKS! D

When this all began,
We knew there'd be a price...

I pulled the photographs from a cardboard box that I had left collecting dust in a corner of my apartment. I was curious, I suppose, to find out what I had hidden in those boxes all these years. As it turned out, my entire past was hidden in those boxes. It was my price for coming to New York in the first place—I left my past far away in Montana, never believing that I would have to revisit it. But now, I pulled out picture after picture, sometimes smiling, sometimes on the verge of tears from what I saw.

Once upon a dream,
I was lost in love's embrace.
There I found a perfect place,
Once upon a dream.

I looked at a younger version of myself. There I was, in high school, caught up in a simple, sweet romance, one that I believed was love. Was his name Brett? Or was it Brent? Or was it something completely different from those names? All I remember was wearing his class ring around my neck like a diamond, a treasure, a trophy. It all seemed so long ago that I believed in true love. I can't say for sure if I believe in it even now. But my life was seemingly perfect back then, I guess, and I was living a dream.

Once there was a time,
Like no other time before,
Hope was still an open door,
Once upon a dream.

I pull out a picture of myself on prom night, and smile. My dress was an emerald color, and I recall my best friend's pleas to buy it. In the end, I did. I went with my boyfriend at the time. Blissful, I remember. I take a sip now from my coffee mug. What happened? I was in love back then—wasn't I? I remember feeling butterflies in my stomach when he pulled me close to dance. And then everything went downhill from there, somehow.

And I was unafraid,
The dream was so exciting!
But now I see it fade.
And I am here alone!

I can't remember what the fight was about, but something altered our relationship, something important. I dig through more pictures, finding him absent in all of the rest. He had walked out of my life when I needed him most. He didn't call, didn't write, and didn't even acknowledge my existence. I remember crying at night into my pillow. He was my first heartache. And now look at me—alone.

Once upon a dream,
You were heaven-sent to me,
Was it never meant to be?
Was it just a dream?

Was this it? It was over just like that? Had I slammed the door shut right in the face of love? Was love really still trying to find me? Or had it disappeared long ago with that heartache? Maybe I had just closed myself off to the feelings, trying to ignore the signs that I was falling in love. I don't understand now—could he be the one for me?

Could we begin again?

I heard a knock at the door and furiously wiped my nose on the nearest tissue. I pulled myself up from the boxes of memories on the floor to answer whoever it was. It was him. Not the heartache, not the fear, not the lost memory. This one wasn't the one who broke my heart, and yet I still closed myself off to him as if he was. I look into his eyes, and wonder if I could fall in love again. I couldn't risk my heart being broken, because in my life, along with love there always came heartache and fear. But he embraces me and I can feel the warmth of his body spread through mine. Maybe he was warming my heart. He pulls me away from him, and looks into my eyes. "Let's talk Montana."

Once upon a dream.