Disclaimer: I do not own over the Once Upon a Time property. This story is based off an abandoned fic of the same name by Omegathekid

Breakfast was great this morning. Despite this, I couldn't get out of granny's faster. My heart was pounding and my mind was going a mile a minute because of a simple fact. Rosie, the girl I have been crushing over for years, agreed to go out with me. Well, not really like a date, but least I get to spend time with her.

Looking down at my watch, I noticed I still had some time been my appointment with the town counselor, Dr. Hopper. He was a nice guy, who is always willing to listen to your problems. I've heard others describe as an annoying bug in your ears, but I enjoyed his advice and company. I never really had that many friends growing up. Especially, once my family had come to this town. It was odd in itself, because I don't remember actually moving to this town, but something told me that there was something before coming here, so I figured we moved here. Anyway, we had come to this town because the father of my dead-beat dad lived here, whom neither have I met, and my parents wanted me to know him.

He went by the name of Mr. Gold. Mr. Gold is a shrewd business man and a slightly overbearing grandfather. He was the owner of the only pawn shop in town, but according to everyone else, he was the owner OF the town. I don't know about that myself, but either way I wasn't his biggest fan. I have known him since I was about 14. He always tried to get me the best of things since he never knew of me growing up, but I tried my best not to associate much with him.

The thing is that this was a small enough town that everyone knew that he was my grandfather shortly after we came here. My grandfather was always a man to be feared and so I became the social outcast.

I was pulled out my thoughts as I came up to the store front of Mr. Gold Pawnbroker and antiquities Dealer. The bell above the door rang was I pushed open the door.

"Grandfather," I yelled out opening the door. The inside of his shop was crazy. The floors and the counter to the left were made out of a rich wood. The walls, however, were covered in all sorts of odd ornaments, trinkets, and above all junk. Despite this, everything was polished and looked immaculate. My grandfather came out form the back at the sound of my voice.

"Daniel," he said softly, "what a pleasant surprise." A shiver ran down my back as he spoke. He might speak softly, but every time he speaks I feel a needle about to poke at my heart. He was a short man with shoulder length salt and pepper hair. He always wore a suit and walking with a limp and a cane.

"It's a small enough town Grandfather," I quipped, "it's not like I could avoid you."

"don't talk to me in that tone," Grandfather said, "now how have you been? Are you willing to take me up on my offer?"

"I'm sorry grandfather," I replied looking down, "everything's good"

"You know I can tell when you're lying," He added.

"it's just the mayor threatening to kick me out again," I said, "you know just the usual." The madam mayor had hated my parents from the moment we got here. To be precise, she hated my mother with a passion. My mother wasn't a big fan of her either. I guess she just shifted that hatred on to me since mom died. Honest, I thought it's petty, but who am I to go against the mayor.

"Leave Regina to me. As long as I'm here She won't be able to do a thing. Regina may be the mayor, but I have a lot of power to throw around too," grandfather said, "That's why you should come stay with me up at the manor. You know I have more than enough room for you."

"That's fine Grandfather," I said a bit hotly, "I like staying at the library. Do don't need to give more money. I can get by on my own. Now, what is it you wanted to see me for?"

"You could do better," Grandfather muttered, "I could give you anything you wanted. In fact, here, I wanted to give you this. When I saw it during inventory the other day, my mind immediately went to you."

He hobbled over to the counter with his cane and reached across the glass case and reached for something behind the register. When he turned back around to face me, he held a simple wooden quill. It was made of a dark brown wood with a fancy ornament on its butt. As He handed it to me, I felt a surge of energy run through me. Images of this quill flashed before my eyes.

First was of a short man with black hair and slightly tanned skin tone. He was writing in a large book. The second showed a small boy around 12 holding the quill in awe. The Third showed the same boy sitting next to an elderly man, both were looking at the quill, but then the boy suddenly reached over and snapped to quill. None of this made sense to Danial, when suddenly a voice called out, "Henry Henry you have to remember." Daniel felt his head spinning as his grandfather's voice joined in but he was calling his name.

"Daniel," his grandfather called out. Daniel shaken out of his thought looked over at his grandfather in a daze. "Maybe I should keep the quill for now."

"No I'm fine," I said quickly, "thanks for the quill. I just remembered that I have a counseling appointment to get to."

"Remind the doctor that he owes me rent for this month," Grandfather said as I was making my way out of the door. I quickly made it across the street making my way to Dr. Hoppers. He had a practice in a street side business. As soon as I opened the door, his Dalmatian Pongo, came over to me and licked my hand. Dr. Hopper, or Archie as people called him, was sitting in a chair facing the window. Archie was a tall man with a receding head of bright red hair and plastic framed glasses.

"Ah Daniel," he said, "you made it. I was worried you might not show."

"I was caught up at Gold's," I replied

"I know you might not want to associate with him, but you should at least recognize that he is your grandfather. He's about the only family you have left," Archie said as he signaled for me to take a seat opposite of him. "Now, I don't think he is why you are here. Speaking of family, how have you been felling? It's been about a year since the crash?"

"I'm fine," I said avoiding the subject. My parents had gotten in an accident this time last year around the town border. I was just a senior at high school celebrating my last spring before graduation when it happened. Everyone had been sympathetic afterwards, but I could sense their judging stares. I didn't want their pity. Unfortunately, I had lost their apartment because I wasn't able to pay rent. Since then Mr. Gold has been offering for me to move in with him, but my pride told me to stay away. He let me keep the library as a gift hoping that I would reconsider, but all I did was set up the loft in the attic below the clock tower.

"I can sense you're not," Archie said comfortingly, "it's ok to let people in Daniel. We are just trying to help. Mr. Gold might not be a great person, but he is your grandfather and he just wants to be part of your life after his son…"

"Don't bring him up," I said quickly. My deadbeat dad had always been a sore spot for me. How could a guy abandon somebody like my mom, especially when she was pregnant? She had always struggle trying to support me growing up. There were many times that she went without just so I could eat or have clothes or anything. That all changed when she met this guy named Liam when I entered high school. At first I was suspicious, but as I come to know him, he was a godsend. He loved my mom with all he had. He didn't mind about me wither. It was like true love.

"Daniel," Archie said, "What do you think your mother and adoptive father would have wanted? I know you don't like him either, but he is your father. He's probably still alive as well. Not that I'm suggesting this, but have you ever thought of asking your grandfather about him in his youth? Even going to try and find him. It might not be what you are looking for, but either way you might get some closure."

"I don't know about that," I muttered. As far as I was concerned, Liam Cassidy was my father.

"Just give it a try," Archie said encouragingly, "This might what you and your grandfather need in order to move on and let go. You might be surprised what the outcome will be. Are you still having dreams about being an author?" The images I saw earlier flashed in my head again as he said those words. My mind in that moment told me that I was the author, not that I was dreaming of being an author. My head hurts.

"Yeah," I said dazed

"Then this might be the step that could make your dream come true," Archie said, "Mr. Gold has many connections. Your grandfather could help you if you trust him. And you might be just what helps him find his happy ending."

Later that afternoon, I left Dr. Hoppers office with more questions and loads more to think about. During our meeting, I had a few more visions, but I kept those to myself. I have enough issues to deal with and being mad wasn't one of them.

AN: how was it? I thought I'd try my hand at another chapter. I thought to try and develop Daniel a bit as a character before he remembers being Henry. I'm thinking either in chapter 4-5 before him remembering