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First I want to thank you all for your support and reviews, it is greatly appreciated. I do apologize for any and all mistakes you may see, but I do hope you continue to enjoy the story and stick with me as I work my way through it. I also apologize for the wait; I have been sick and every time I tried to write, it was a bit of rubbish.

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Dr. Ramsey sighed as she looked over the test results for her patients, having 'inherited' Emma Swan when the woman all but threw Dr. Whale out of her room for being an ass as she called it. Now, she was responsible not only for the former mayor, but the Savior as well. It had been an interesting few days in that room to say the least, between trying to keep them both in bed and keep the peace between bouts of drug induced hijinks that set even the patients of a saint on edge, she knew the staff was more than ready for the two to be discharged, but she could not, would not release either woman till she herself was sure they were ready. Closing the last file she stood up from her desk and made her way to room 306.

Inside the aforementioned room there was a bit of a standoff happening between two brunettes as Regina glared at her former step daughter and Snow glared right back. From her own bed Emma wished for either a bowl of popcorn or an escape route as she waited to see who would back down first. It had started off simply enough, Snow had offered to go to Regina's house to get her a few things, much like she had brought her daughter earlier, a few toiletries and a change of clothes, but Regina was having none of it, insisting Henry could do it himself. When Snow had told her that Henry had all but run away when asked to get certain items from the master bedroom, Regina had not believed her. The standoff was interrupted when Dr. Ramsey walked into the room, causing all thee to look at her, two in hope, one in exasperation.

"My, what a wonderful thing finding you all here, and still in one piece I see. How are we doing today?" Kea Ramsey asked, leaving the doctor part of her outside for now. She knew it would not last long but she wanted take a few moments to knew her patients as a person, not as their doctor.

"Things will be fine as soon as you release us and I no longer have to suffer the visits from those so called nurses of yours." Came the testy reply from one Regina Mills.

"Yeah doc, how are we supposed to rest and get better when they keep coming in at all hours to check on is? I mean we could be asleep and they come in here and poke and prod until we are not asleep." The blonde asked, her tone seemed to convey genuine curiosity. So much for leaving the doctor outside Kea thought to herself.

"seeing as you both have head injuries, we had to make sure you would wake up. As for sleeping, you will have plenty of time for that when you are both released." Seeing the eager gleam in two pairs of eyes she held up her hands as they both tried to get up. "Not so fast. It has only been three days, neither of you are leaving before I say so, and I don't say so." She told them, crossing her arms and fighting a smirk as Emma fell back against her bed, letting out a groan as her bruised body protested the motion.

"And how much longer will it be until you say so?" Regina asked, her tone conveying her displeasure with out the theatrics of her roommate.

"Maybe a day or two. You both got off very luck all things considered. But until you are able to stand up and walk normally, not listing to the side or stumbling, I cannot in good conscious let you leave. You do remember what happened the first time you failed to listen to me Ms. Mills." Kea told them, knowing both stubborn patients had had their share of spills already. They had tried so many times in the first two days the doctor had ordered bed alarms for them both, so the nurses would know when to go pick the woman up from off the floor of the room.

"Fine, but I would like to request a new room then. Ms. Swan snores like an ogre."

"Slept with many have you your Majesty?" was the quick reply from the other side of the room.

"No, but I imagine it would be quieter to have one for a roommate. They at least I could kill without retribution, unlike you, but then again I could claim temporary insanity from having to be in this room with you and your awful taste in music."

"There is nothing wrong with my music! At least mine is from this decade and not from the middle ages" as the woman became to bicker, Dr. Ramsey slipped from the room, going in search of some aspirin.

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She ran through the forest, her paws digging into the soft loam bringing the scent of the damp musty earth to her nose. Around her, the light of the moon cast its glow over the landscape, casting shadows even in the night. An owl hooted as she ran below his tree, alerting the rest of the forest of the presence of a hunter on the move. Ahead of her fireflies blinked on and off, moving erratically as the wind shifted them about. Still she ran, moving in pure joy as the wind ruffled her fur, her tongue lolling from the side of her muzzle and with a short leap she cleared the distance between her and her goal.

Rising high above the forest a solitary hill of rock seemed to stand by itself, only a single tree graced the top of the hill, and she found herself drawn as if by magic to it. Digging in she climbed higher and higher, trying to reach the top, to find what drew her in such a fashion as to forget her instincts to hunt, to stalk, to find others like herself. Then, with one final leap she reached her destination and moving slowly forward, her ears up, listening for the slightest sound, her nose trying to identify any stray scents, her eyes glowing softly in the pale light she made her way to the twisted trunk of the ancient tree.

When she sensed no danger, she moved forward further until she stood on the edge, and spread out below her, like a thousand stars come to earth were the lights of her home. Sitting down, the young wolf watched the lights below, imagining what was happening in the town, she pictured how happy everyone seemed, this new time, this new place was better for them, making them all equals in name at least, even a poor commoner like she had been now had a say in their lives. But was this place really better for her?

Lifting her head, muzzle pointed to the sky she found the yellow white glow of the moon, her friend, her constant companion on nights like this, it looked like the one from their world, bright and round its power over her other self even when she had been cursed had been felt, drawing her in, making her long for something she did not know she had been missing, a piece of her very soul. Unable to resist any longer she howled, long and deep and from the very bottom of her being calling for a pack she never had, a family she lost, a love she missed to this very day. The wolf sang out in sorrow.

When the last echo of her mournful song had faded she looked once more over her town and as she watched all the lights seemed to dim, fading darker and darker before her very eyes until finally they were all gone, even the light of the moon had faded, leaving her in fear, for what force, what magic could block out the very moon?

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Ruby woke with a gasp, clutching her cloak about her, its silky fabric cool to the touch. She could smell the anomia and bleach, she could feel the air as it blew gently over her skin, and she could taste the purified air of the room and knew she was in the hospital. How she had gotten there she didn't remember, but she could still remember when Mora had visited and the news she had delivered.

Pulling the heavy fabric closer to her she breather in the familiar scents of the forest that clung to the material, wishing she was there instead of her in her own personal hell. In the forest she was safe, but no longer would she be able to run beneath the moon pale light, free from worry and fear. She knew what would happen now, as often had in the world of her birth. She was crippled, useless, unneeded.

The infirm, the blind, the deaf and the malformed were cast aside, forgotten. How many times had she herself past a beggar, eyes white and unseeing, a broken body of a deaf child, run down because they didn't hear the warning to move, and one terrible time she had found the body of a newborn baby, still covered in blood from birth, tossed aside in the forest for being born with malformed limbs. That had horrified her beyond words, but in the times they had lived, it happened more then she could count.

Mora's words still reverberated in her mind. Nerve damage caused by swelling, irreversible, permanent. Since then she had denied all visitors. She wanted, needed to be alone, to live out her misery by herself, for she knew that is how she would spend the rest of her life now, history showed her that, her people had no use for one such as she had become. The tears coursed down her cheeks unchecked in her sorrow. Her friends, her town would have no use for a blind waitress and werewolf.

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RM

Does anyone else think that The Snow Queen is off her rocker? Five cans shy of a six pack? Lost her marbels? Beause really, making a deal for new sisters no matter what said 'sisters' think? where is the nice white blazer with the wrap around sleeves?