(Note. Season 1 of OUAT is set starting on October 22 which is supposed to be Emma's Birthday, It aired in 2011. This would put SPN in the beginning of S7. The episode relevant would be 'Shut up Dr. Phil' for SPN. And do ya'll now how much time this took XD? Watching the episodes is going to be a bitch)

Chapter 3: The Thing You Love Most

Lyall awoke to the sound of a bell chiming. Groaning to himself, he shifted, and reached out a hand to turn off his alarm. When he found nothing, his eyes shot open, and he bolted upright. It took a moment to assess his surroundings, and when he finally did, he relaxed. Stroybrooke, right. He had almost forgotten. Cracking his neck, Lyall reached for his phone; upon seeing a new voicemail, his eyebrows rose. It wasn't often that they called. In fact, the last time had been a warning about Cass going AWOL.

Shaking his head, Lyall placed the phone on his nightstand, and then stood up.

He approached his duffel, thinking about all that had happened. Leaning down to tug his duffel onto the ledge of the window, Lyall froze. The clocktower was moving. "Holy Hell." Lyall breathed. It was obvious now that Henry was right. Lyall had seen a lot of shit as a Hunter, so really, a cursed town wasn't that far-fetched really.

Reaching into th3e duffel, he swiftly pulled out a gray long sleeved shirt, and a red flannel. Followed was his brown leather jacket and thick blue jeans. Lyall tugged his clothes on in record time, and while reaching for his socks, made sure his necklace was in place. The socks and boots were pulled on, and Lyall reached for his wallet and keys. When he had all he needed, Lyall grabbed the phone.

He was about to open it when he heard a familiar voice outside the hall.

"Did you know the honey crisp tree is the most vigorous and hardy of all apple trees?" Regina's voice flowed through Lyall's ears. He had of course heard the knock and the door but had not thought it was her.

"Dumbass," Lyall muttered to himself, "Trust your gut next time." He swiftly approached his door, opening it just as Regina spoke again.

"It can survive temperatures as low as 40 below and keep growing. It can whether any storm."

Lyall could see Emma's eyes were narrowed, her lips slightly pursed. Regina chuckled a bit, twisting to turn and view both of us. "I have one that I've tended to since I was a little girl, and to this day, I have yet to taste anything more delicious than the fruit it offers." Regina held an apple out to Emma.

A slightly incredulous smile on her face, Emma took it. "Thanks." She said awkwardly.

Breathing deep, Regina held out the basket, "I'm sure you'll enjoy them on your drive home." She glanced at Lyall, "Both of you."

"Actually," Lyall cut in, "I'm staying for a while, and, uh," he laughed a bit, "I've never been a big fan of apples to be fair." He looked at Emma, ignoring the way Regina's smile had become forced, "What about you? You said like a week?" Man was Regina an amateur. He had seen Dean lie better, and Dean made it his job to lie horribly in the face of cops. 'Adorable my ass, Lyall thought in amusement.

"Yeah, what he said. Sorry. But hey," Emma grinned tightly, "I love apples."

Regina pulled back the basket, "I'm not so sure that's a good idea." She tilted her head, "Henry has enough issues, he doesn't need you confusing him."

"All do respect, Madame Mayor," Emma replied, "The fact that you threatened me twice in the last 12 hours makes me want to stay more."

"Threatened?" Lyall asked, voice now harsh.

Regina laughed, "Since when where apples a threat?"

"That's only one," Lyall replied, "What was the other?"

"Doesn't matter," Emma said to Lyall, before looking back at Regina. "And I can read between the lines." She shrugged a bit, "Sorry, I just want to make sure Henry's okay."

"He's fine, dear." Regina bit back. "Any problems he has is being taken care of."

"Unless you are a psychologist, Madame Mayor, I think I will withhold my opinion on that." Lyall said shortly and stepped into the hallway. The door closed behind him, and with a shift turn of his hand, the keys locked the door. Regina watched him warily, with Emma looking at him. "If you'll excuse me, I think I am going to make myself more familiar to the town." He smiled, a sharper edge to it. "I hope you don't mind, because I plan to stay a while."

Regina narrowed her eyes and opened her mouth to speak when Emma cut her off. "I will see you later then. Have fun, and no flirting."

Lyall turned and walked away, ignoring Regina as he responded to Emma: "No promises!"

If the witch wanted to be passive aggressive, he could play passive aggressive.

Flashback:

Lyall watched silently as the three people exited the car. 'Shame,' he thought idly, 'they seem nice.'

He waited until they were out of sight, before moving towards the car. He was a scrawny thing after being on the streets for five years, so he slipped by unnoticed. Gingerly holding the crowbar aloft, he straightened up and placed the flat end in the niche between the window and door frame. 'Nice car.' He appraised. Heaving the bar down, Lyall pushed until a small click was heard.

The crowbar was pulled out and tossed onto the ground with a small clatter. Lyall opened the door hurriedly and climbed inside. He didn't have much time. Pulling open the small compartments, he looked for any loose cash. There was a lot. Twenties and Fifties, even Hundred-dollar bills. Gnawing his lip, Lyall eyed the money. Sighing angrily, he plucked four Twenties from the compartments before pausing. That was an ID, and another, and another.

Furrowing his eyebrows, Lyall made a move to grab it when the click of a gun made him freeze. "Don't move." A gruff voice commanded. When they saw Lyall was frozen, they grabbed him by the shoulder and hauled Lyall out of the Impala.

He crashed onto the ground, legs flailing in surprise. A gun was now in his face, Lyall realized, and he yelped. "'M sorry, Mister! Here, I'll-I'll return your money! I swear!"

The money floated to the ground and Lyall raised his hands in the air. The man eyed him, hazel eyes suspicious and black hair messy.

Two boys were behind him, one taller than the other. The taller one held the smaller one, who looked about Lyall's age, behind him. "I'm sorry, sir! I was just lookin' for some money!" Lyall apologized to the adult.

"Stand up." The man commanded. "I want a name."

Lyall gulped, and quickly stood, body trembling. "L-Lyall, sir. Just Lyall."

The man eyed his shoulder, and Lyall felt his blood run cold. "Nasty scar you got there, how'd you get it?"

"My-My old man's d-dog, sir. He bit me once." Lyall stuttered out. He internally cursed himself. Of course, with his luck he'd run into a possible Hunter. Not for the first time, Lyall wished he hadn't been stuck with the Cunnings when he was younger.

"Your Dad's dog huh? Ya sure it wasn't your actual Old Man?" The Hunter-because now Lyall knew he was one-asked.

Lyall didn't try to lie, "Please, sir! I haven't hurt nobody! I-I only go after animals! I swear!" Lyall back pedaled away, stumbling and landing on his butt. He continued to shuffle away, "I-I just been trying to live righ' now! But I haven't gone after anyone!"

The Hunter cursed, "Okay, Okay." He put away his gun, but Lyall wasn't stupid. The Hunter could still pull it out. "Relax kid, I ain't gonna hurt you."

Lyall stilled, not because of the words, but because the younger kid had moved forward. "Hi." He said simply, an awkward smile in place.

"Sam!" The older kid hissed, while the Hunter scowled.

Sam looked back at what was presumably his family. "Dad, come on. Look at him."

The Hunter sighed, like this wasn't the first time his son had tried to convince him to help a monster. Really, Lyall should have taken that chance to run. However, something made him want to watch.

"Dean," The Hunter said turning to the other kid. "Put your brother in the front seat, and then get into the back." The Hunter turned to Lyall. "I don't trust you, but I won't kill a kid unless I have too."

"What-What are 'ou gonna do to me?" Lyall stuttered, eyes not moving from the Hunter. Sam and Dean had entered the car.

The Hunter sighed, "I know a guy, Bobby Singer. He'll watch you." He motioned Lyall forward, "And I'm John. John Winchester."

Lyall should have bolted right then, gun be damned. The Name Winchester was known even to street right like him, and it spelled trouble. And yet, Lyall had a feeling he needed to go with them. His gut was telling him too, and Lyall always trusted his gut.

Lyall sat in Granny's, scowling to himself. He twisted the phone for a moment, before flipping it open. Dialing to his voicemail, Lyall put the phone to his ear, nodding gratefully to Ruby when she placed a water in front of him.

"Uh, hey, Lyall." Dean's voice echoed in his ear. Lyall furrowed his eyebrows slightly, noticing the pitch of his voice. He always sounded awkward on Birthday calls, but this was different. "Look so, we uh, we snagged a Levi." Lyall straightened up in his seat, eyes snapping to his right when Emma sat down, a Newspaper in hand. "They corned us at our Hotel after the case we were on. We're heading to Bobby's right now, but after that I don't know what'll happen. Lyall, I'' Dean seems to sigh, "Never mind, and Happy Birthday little bro."

Lyall snaps the phone shut and frowns. Cass' death was hurting Dean, and knowing him, he was bottling it up.

"You okay?" Ruby asks.

"What?" Lyall asks in surprise, looking up. His face flushes slightly, and he coughs, "Uh yeah, just uh, an old friend was checking in. He-uh, our other friend is, uh" Lyall falters, because really, it was possible for Cass to come back. Smiling ruefully, Lyall continues, "He's missing, and there aren't any leads. Right now, he is uh, presumed, you know." Lyall shrugs, looking at the counter. "And Dean isn't taking it well. They were close. Cass helped Dean in a big way, and well." Lyall shrugs again.

Ruby stares at Lyall is shock, before sympathy swamps over her features, "Oh, Oh I am so sorry."

Lyall gives another shrug, and glances over when Emma places a hand on his shoulder. "You didn't tell me that."

Lyall chuckles bitterly, "He was doing something stupid, and right now, I just, I don't feel like talking about it. Cass was a good friend. But this, this was hard. And yeah." Lyall breathes deeply. "Anyway, anything interesting?" Lyall motions to the paper, and Emma sighs.

"Just my face plastered all over the front page." Emma scowls.

Lyall snickered, glad Emma went along with his avoidance. "Nice mug-shot."

Ruby smiles, and then her face lit up. "Oh!" She mummers, "Almost forgot!" Turning around, she reached for a mug of hot chocolate, and then placed it in front of Emma.

Emma raises an eyebrow, "Thank you, but I did not order that." She placed her apple on the counter, eyeing the mug.

Ruby smirked, leaning her elbows on the counter. "Yeah I know. You have an admirer."

Emma hums, and then twists her torso to look around. Lyall sees him first; the Sheriff from the other day. But it's Henrys' tuft of brown hair that catches Lyall's attention. While Emma gets up to talk to the Sheriff, Lyall turns to Ruby with a grin. "I bet you ten dollars she is gonna be embarrassed when she realizes it was Henry."

Ruby's smirk widens, "How about a date instead? You win, you pick the restaurant, I win, we go the Rabbit Hole."

Lyall stares in surprise, and then a flush works it's way up his cheeks. Coughing, Lyall smiles a bit. "Alright, agreed."

Together they watch as Emma speaks to the Sheriff. Lyall almost breaks down in tears at the Sheriff's awkward smile as he eyes the Hot Chocolate and tells Emma he didn't send it. When Henry turns around, Lyall does laugh at the way Emma blushes in embarrassment.

Turning to Ruby, Lyall grins, "Meet you here at 8:00 tonight?"

Ruby sighs dramatically, "We aren't going to eat here are we?"

Lyall laughs, "As much as I enjoy the pie, no. I saw some place by the docks. The we can get Ice Cream after."

"Well no chocolate, I'm allergic." Ruby says with a grin.

"So am I, to Dark anyway. Milk for some reason, well, I ain't gonna complain." Lyall said.

"Lyall!" Emma calls, "I said no flirting!"

Lyall blushes a bit but sends a wink to Ruby. Sliding off the bar stool, he pulls out a ten and places it on the counter. "Change is your tip, Red. I'll see you at eight."

"It's a date." Ruby agrees.

Lyall turns and walks to the door where Emma and Henry were waiting. "Nice going with the Sheriff, Em. Really nailed it." He jokes.

"Oh, can it." Emma grumbles.

Together the three of them leave and walk down the sidewalk. Henry, of course, was in the middle. It was relatively cold for October in Maine, and Lyall stuffed his hands in his pocket.

"So, what's the deal with you and your Mom?" Emma asked Henry, told a bit annoyed.

"It's not about us. It's about her curse. We have to break it. Luckily, I have a plan." His tone is determined, and as they walk, Lyall takes notice of Emma's apple. "Step one: Identification. I call it Operation Cobra."

"Cobra? But that has nothing to do with Fairy Tales." Emma replies.

"Exactly. That way Regina won't know about us being on her tail." Lyall snarks at her, lips pulled into a smirk.

Emma hums a bit, while Henry grins. "See, he gets it! That way, it'll throw the Evil Queen off our trail."

"So," Emma begins, "Everyone here it a Fairy Tail character-they just don't know it."

"That's the curse." Henry agrees, "Time's been frozen, until you got here."

Lyall smiles at the bonding between the two, and watches as Emma brings the Apple to her mouth. At that moment, Henry exclaims: "Hey! Where'd you get that?!"

"Your Mom." Emma replies, voice raising a bit in confusion.

"Don't eat that!" Henry admonishes, and then takes the apple to toss it over his shoulder.

"Kid," Lyall laughs, "If this town is cursed, there isn't any magic. It shouldn't be poisoned." Although, if Regina could do hex work here, that was a different story. But there would need to be a coin for it, and from this distance, a coin in Emma's car wouldn't work.

Henry shrugs, and Emma blinks in confusion. "O-Okay, alright. So, what about their pasts?"

"They don't know, it's a haze to them." Henry answered.

"But what about Ruby's reaction to her nickname I gave her? If the curse is so strong, then it shouldn't have an effect, right?" Lyall asked, confused.

Henry frowned to himself, "I don't know. Emma is the savior, so you saying it should have an effect."

'Oh,' Lyall thought, forcing his smile to stay in place. 'That's right. I was the happy accident. Emma is the important one.'

Henry seemed to hesitate, before looking back at Emma. "Ask anyone anything, and you'll see."

"So, for decades, people have been walking around in a haze, not aging, with screwed up memories, stuck in a cursed town that kept them oblivious." Emma said, voice doubtful.

Henry did not seem to catch it though, as a smile lit up his face. "I knew you'd get it. That's why we need you." Emma laughed breathlessly in disbelief. "You're the only one who can stop her curse."

Emma turned to look at Henry, clearly about to say something she shouldn't, but Lyall spoke up first. "So why am I here than?"

Henry grinned. "Well, Snow White and Prince Charming, your guys' parent, weren't expecting twins. But as far as I can tell, you're like her Knight. Her protector."

"Woah kid, I can protect myself." Emma said, mildly offended.

"Oh, I know that!" Henry laughed sheepishly, "But I think it makes sense. Even heroes need protection occasionally." Henry looked up at Emma, "But right now, we have the advantage. My mom doesn't know who you two are. I took out the end, the part with you two in it." Fishing in his bag, Henry pulled out three papers to hand it to Emma.

She took it, expression incredulous. Peering at the page, Lyall raised his eyebrows in surprise. It was a drawing of a blonde man, holding two infants. On one blanket, a name was etched. 'Emma'. On the other, who was laying on the floor, 'Lyall' was embroidered.

"See?" Henry started, "Your Mom is Snow White."

Emma smiled, "Oh, kid."

"I know the hero never believes at first. If they did, it wouldn't be a very good story." The three of them started walking again. "If you need them, take them, read them, but whatever you do, don't let her see these pages, they're dangerous." He looked serious, "If she finds out who you are," He looked at Emma, "it would be bad."

"Henry," Lyall started, eyes drifting, "Can I make copies?" He held up his hands at the horrified look Henry turned at him, "She won't find them, I got a safe in my truck! I just figure Em and I both need copies, you know?"

"Just be careful." Henry stressed.

Lyall smiled, "I will, kid." Lyall looked at his sister, and held out his hand, "Can I have them?"

Emma nodded, "Yeah." She glanced at Henry, "Just uh, be careful."

Lyall forced his smile to stay in place again. If there was anything he hated, it was watching adults 'humor' kids. Taking the papers, he started to back up. "I'll see you guys later!"

Lyall swiveled on his feet, face now blank. This was big, and there were only two guys he knew who could help. Pulling out his phone, he swiftly dialed up the number he needed.

"Hello?"

"I know your busy, but we have work we need to do in Maine. This is big. Very big." Lyall stated firmly.

"What do you need? I'll see if we can make it."

"There's a town, cursed. All of them. But they aren't from this world." Lyall said quietly in the phone. "Not aliens, but like, an alternate world where Fairy Tales are real. I've seen it."

"Your sure? Sounds weird, even for us."

"I nicknamed this girl Ruby, Red. And she froze. Like, traumatic flashback kinda froze. When I shook her out of she slapped me but didn't recall what she was remembering." Lyall sighed. "This kid showed up at my Sister's claiming to be her son. And the stuff he has told us about this town. His mother, the mayor, threatened me and Emma twice for even being here. Henry, the kid, says she is the Evil Queen."

"Okay, uh, give us the coordinates, and I'll see what we can do."

"Thanks, ya'll are the only ones besides Bobby I trust with this." Lyall said.

"Part of the job."

"Thanks, Dean." Lyall said gratefully.