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The loss of my necklace meant more to my than I let people know. That necklace, that piece of thread with a single arrow charm meant more to me than any gold this world had to offer. That necklace symbolises Jefferson's love for me. And mine for him. And, apart from that, it was the only physical thing I had in like to remember him. It hurt me deep to know it wasn't with me anymore.

But I moved on from it.

A couple of weeks before the whole incident with Rumple and Mr. French, I was left alone with Paige on the house. Mr. Grace took Mrs. Grace on a romantic date, so they left me with Paige. I was too tired to cook us dinner, so we both headed towards Granny's.

"So, are you up to having a tea party this night and the marathoning Disney movies?" I asked Paige.

"Why, of course," Paige giggled, "But no cheesy jokes about princesses and their princes."

This time I giggled. "Why, I would never."

The two of us entered Granny's, setteling down at a table in the back. After greeting both Ruby and Granny's, we ordered our food, and continued talking.

"I wanted to apologise," Paige said shyly after a moment of silence.

I tilted my head. "What for?"

"For the way I talked to you when you broke up with James. It wasn't my bussiness, I treated you so bad and harsh..."

"Don't worry about it, darling," I said, tacking her hand and smiling softly. "You were right. It's not healthy what I'm doing."

Paige smiled at me, looking relieved that I wasn't angry at her. Something changed on her eyes, and I blinked. She looked confused again, but this time it wasn't the typical confusion. I saw in her eyes the gleam of her old self trying to break through her new self. It was the same gleam in everyone else's eyes as something reminded them of their old life.

Before I could wonder what made Paige feel that Déjà Vu, she spoke. "Where did you get your accent?"

"My what?" I blinked.

"Your accent. We're blood sisters, yet I don't share your accent. I was wondering if it had to do with the fact that you were adopted before me by that old family, before they send you back." Paige said, to then realize her words. "Sorry."

"It's okay," I said stiffly.

The curse memories resurfaced, and I remembered—or I think I remembered—how when I was a teenager I got adopted multiple times, but everytime they sended me back again. Paige was adopted a few times too, but like me she was send back to that damned orphanage. We always ended together again, even when I was older than the rest of the girls there and ready to go and live my life I never left.

I stayed with her until Mr & Mrs. Grace adopted her, and accepted to have me with them. There wasn't an excuse for my accent, because the real me, Artemis, was born with it, so I made one up. "Yes. One of the families that adopted me had an accent, I guess it just grow on me."

"It's very nice," Paige said. "I like it."

"Thank you," I smiled brightly.

My accent was something that hunted me back in the Enchanted Forest. When I was little I remembered how I used to go places where they had the same accent than me, and I tried to search for my parents. Of course, I never found them, so...I guess it didn't helped me a lot.

"Didn't you ever considered staying in one of those families?" she blurted out before she could stop herself. She probably thought about it a lot, about how our lives would've been if we hadn't been send back to the orphanage.

"Yes, I did," I said softly, not knowing how to approach that subject. "Some of them were really good, but...I guess I was never good enough for them. We're lucky now, our foster parents are great."

"Yes, but..." Paige stopped herself. "Sometimes I'm still scared they are going to send me back."

"Oh, darling...they're not gonna do that, they love you." I said softly, taking her hand on my own, "They are never giving you up."

"They love you too, you know," Paige told me softly.

"I know," I said hesitantly, that thought scared me a bit. I always lose people that love me, and I don't wanna lose them too. They're good people.

Ruby approached the table with our food. "Here you go."

"Thank you," I smiled.

As we ate, our last conversation was quickly forgotten. Paige ate quietly while I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched off me. Every time I looked around, no one was looking in my direction, but yet, the feeling of being watched continued.

"Are you okay, Melanie?" Paige asked me, noticing my discomfort.

"I just...I have this weird feeling," I tried to explain. "Like someone's watching me."

"Oh," Paige said, pointing behind me. "That man over there was watching you just now."

Raising my eyebrows I turned. On one of the tables behind us, someone in dark clothes and a purple scarf around his neck was watching me. I couldn't make out the face, because it was too far away from me,—I really think I need glasses—but something about the way he was sitting looked kind of familiar. When he realized I was looking in his general direction, he nodded curtly. I nodded back, a polite smile on my face as I turned again, facing Paige.

"He's handsome," she said, giggling slightly.

I shrugged. "Couldn't see his face clearly."

"You really need glasses," Paige pointed, raising her eyebrows.

"I know," I said. "I'll see if this week I go to Frank's office to take the exam."

I sensed Paige's hesitance to tell me something else, because she stopped eating and couldn't look at me in the eye for more than a couple of seconds. I placed my fork down, and gave her a soft look.

"What is it, dear? Is something wrong?" I asked.

"Can I ask you something?" she whispered.

I sensed it was serious, because she still couldn't meet my eyes. "Yes, of course."

"Why did our parents left us?" her voice was barely audible, but I heard it. I should've know it, all those questions about our lives with other families were coming down to that, our birth parents.

Well, the birth parents of Melanie and Paige Grace. Swallowing hard, I tried to drown the curse memories of Melanie Grace. Her life before Storybrooke had been true hell, apart from everything she had to suffer in that orphanage, she saw how much her parents hated each other, and the fights they suffered...it was unbearable. When Paige had been born everything seemed to be getting better, but then one day they took them both on a road trip, a trip in which they left them, never coming back for them. Paige had been too little to remember it, but Melanie was old enough to remember and suffer.

"They were horrible people," I said softly. "Always fighting, and drinking."

"Did they ever love us?" she whispered.

I swallowed again. "I don't know."

She looked down, her eyes gleaming with hurt. I took her hand and squeezed it tightly. "Darling, please don't think much about it. They were idiots for not knowing how much we cared, and how much happiness we could give them. Look where we are now, with a loving family and an amazing life. I think it all happened for a reason."

Paige nodded slowly. "Yeah, you're right, I guess."

I didn't knew what to say, so I gave her hand another tight squeeze. She looked up at me, shaking her head slowly to shake her mind of that matter. "I love you, Melanie." her voice was a whisper again.

My heart melted, and I swallowed the lump on my throat. "I love you, too."

She leaned over to me, and we hugged.

After pulling apart, I sighed. "Are you ready to go home, baby?"

She nodded.

...

After watching two movies, Paige fell asleep.

Chuckling, I took her in my arms and carried her softly to her bed. After tugging her in, I smiled down at her.

"Goodnight, darling." I kissed her forehead softly, and I left her room, closing the door softly behind me.

I went downstairs again, to turn off the tv and to clean the mess we made with popcorn and others things. When I turned the tv off, the door opened. Glancing towards it, I smiled at the happy faces of Mr & Mrs. Grace.

"Hey," I smiled. "How was your night?"

They both kissed me on the cheek as a greeting.

"Oh, it was amazing," Mrs. Grace smiled. "How's Paige?"

"She just fell asleep."

"Did you guys ate?" Mr. Grace asked.

"Yes," I smiled. "We went to Granny's."

"Good," he kissed my cheek once again. "I'm deeply tired, I'm going up, goodnight, sweetie."

"Goodnight, dad," I nodded.

Mrs. Grace stayed to help me clean. "No, no, no," I said quickly. "Go rest, I've got this."

"Really?" her face brightened, and I nodded smiling sweetly at her. "Thank you, dear."

She kissed my cheek, just as her husband had done, and went upstairs. "Goodnight, mom," I whispered, smiling softly.

...

The next morning, I was eating pancakes at Granny's, waiting for Henry. He called me, asking me to meet him here for an important meeting of Operation Cobra, which was the name he put to his mission to get Emma to believe and break the curse.

"Hey," said a voice in front of me.

Raising my head, I saw a handsome man. A very handsome man. His hair was brown, his eyes blue, a short beard on his face. For a second I was too flustered by his looks, then I blinked it away, "Hey...?"

"Henry cited me here too," he smiled politely, "Would you mind if I sit with you?"

"Oh, sure, sit. I'm Melanie."

He sat in front of me, shaking my hand, "Yeah, I know. Henry talks about you, he says you remember, is it true?"

"And I thought I was blunt," I rose my eyebrows, taking a sip of my coffee. "What about you, why are you on Operation Cobra?"

"You didn't answered my question," he pointed.

"Neither did you," I said. Then I grew serious. "Listen, if you're playing with Henry I have to tell you to stop, he's a great kid and—"

His chuckle stopped me. "You know, I never thought it possible for someone like Artemis to care about someone else than herself."

"Uh..." I blinked. Either he really knew about the curse or Henry told him who I was in the Enchanted Forest, "People change."

"Do they really?" his smile told me he wasn't kidding.

I scoffed, shaking my head a bit. "Who are you again?"

"My name is August Wayne Booth, at your service."

"Oh, you're the idiot that tried to pass as Baelfire," I said, suddenly understanding everything.

Rumple had told me about him, about how he thought he was Bae, but in reality he was simply Pinocchio, who wanted the dagger to control Rumple for whatever cause. Really idiotic to think Rumple wouldn't notice he's not Bae, and idiotic to think he could control him with the dagger here, in the land without magic.

His smile faltered a little. "So you heard."

"Hard not to, Rumple was furious," I said. "And...very curious about who you really are."

"I already told you, I'm August." he smiled at me, a curious one this time.

I smiled back in the same way, leaning slightly towards him. "Wayne Booth is the name of a literary critic who coined the term "unreliable narrator". An "unreliable narrator" is a narrator, usually in fiction, whose credibility is severely compromised and therefore cannot be trusted on the validity of their story. How can I trust you if you choose that name?" he stared at me in surprised, and I smiled, "I'm good with names."

"Smart girl," he said nodding, a slim grin forming on his lips. "I like it."

"Thank you..." I hesitated before saying his real name, "Pinocchio."

He only blinked at me. "So it's true you're the Dark One's...friend, or whatever."

"I lived with him for more than ten years," I said, "I am his friend. Now tell me, how come Pinocchio wasn't under the curse? I thought you were a child back there, and a child should always be with the parents."

"You know that for experience, huh?" he said, clearly not going to answer me. I simply shrugged, because yeah, as a child who grew up alone, I knew for experience. "Let's just say I came here seconds before the curse hit."

"That's interesting."

There was a small pause. I wondered about his story, but didn't asked, it wasn't anything of my concern, so I minded my own business.

He tapped his fingers on the table, "You know, I heard about you when I was young, back in the Enchanted Forest, the great goddess Artemis, I can't say I'm disappointed, you're just as described."

"I'm not the real goddess Artemis."

"I know," he shrugged. "I read Henry's book. Hell, I added your story to the book. But, I mean, all those stories about Artemis were stories about things you did, not the real Greek goddess. If you ask me, that makes you a goddess of some sort."

"I like the sound of that," I admitted after giving him a warm smile.

Ignoring the comment of him being the one that added my story to Henry's book. I knew he added his to the book, but...I didn't knew how many other stories he added.

"Tell me something, Melanie, are you really with Henry and me in this? Do you want to break this curse?"

I got serious, the smile disappearing from my face. "Yes."

"Really, really committed to the cause?"

"My boyfriend is stuck in Wonderland, and his daughter is oblivious to everything, August, if there is something I want more than anything is for the curse to break so I can reunite them." I said slowly.

He nodded, looking down at the table. He seemed to be thinking about my words, "I really think with us united Emma might finally believe. I'm doing all I can to show her magic is real, but a little help is always welcome."

"Okay," I said, nodding. "I'll do whatever I can to help."

"Thank you," he nodded.

Looking at my watch, I noticed Henry was late. "Why isn't Henry here yet?"

"Oh, sorry," August smiled at me unapologetically, "I forgot, he's with Emma. He's not coming."

I rose my eyebrows. "But he—"

"Yeah, the text you received was mine," August said, "I send it."

My mouth was open. "You...why?"

"I need all the help I can get with people who remember," August shrugged. "You remember."

"Something else you lied about, Pinocchio?" I ironized.

He chuckled at me, making me roll my eyes again. Then I tilted my head, thinking about his words, "Who else that remembers is working with you? I hardly doubt The Dark One will. Is there anyone else that remembers and wants the curse broken?"

"Actually, yes," he said, standing. "One man, I already spoke to him and he's willing to help me. I'm meeting him at his house in a couple of minutes, do you want to come?"

"Might as well start to actually do something to help the curse break," I nodded, standing too.

As we walked outside, I had to smirk upon seeing his vehicle was a motorcycle. "Oh, you do have that vibe."

"What vibe?" August asked me.

"The "oh I'm a bad boy" vibe."

He chuckled, sitting on it. "Well, some people say I'm bad."

"What people?"

"Women, mostly," he smirked.

I laughed, a bit sarcastically. "Yeah,"

"What?" he laughed too. "Why don't you hop on and see for yourself how naughty I can be?"

"Oh, I certainly want to hop on, just not exactly on the motorcycle." I said, giving him a suggestive look. Mentally I wondered what made me be this flirty.

He licked his lips, sharing a small look with me. He signalled me to approach, and I did. Sitting behind him, I hold onto his chest, patting his shoulders as I moved my hands towards it. I felt him smirking at the contact, "Hold tight, goddess."

"Sure thing, woody." I mocked.

...

We stopped in front of a mansion close to where I lived. "My house is just down there," I signalled to the other side of the street, "I've never met the owner of this house, he or she never goes out, at least not when I'm out."

"He's desperate for the curse to break," August told me, getting off of the motorcycle. "He kidnapped Emma a couple of days ago, he wanted her to work her magic and help him make a portal out of a hat."

"He's a portal jumper?" I asked, frowning, because portal jumpers were the only ones that could travel alms with hats, "Uh...and he kidnapped Emma?"

"He was desperate," August nodded, pursing his lips. "His family is here but they don't remember him, so, he really wants to go back to where they could start again as family."

"I can relate to that," I whispered.

We approached the porch, and before we could approach the door, it opened. A man emerged from it, his clothes dark and a blue scarf around his neck. He dressed in a classy way, but not too classy. Looking at his face, my heart dropped, and my hands went to my mouth to stiffle a gasp, my eyes quickly filled with tears.

It was him.

He saw August first, but when he saw me he stopped too. With his eyes on mine, there was no doubt now. I could recognise those eyes even in dreams.

It was him.

I gasped again, my hands still on my mouth in shock.

It was him!

None of us moved at first, so I took the first step.

"Jefferson?" I asked, my voice breaking.