A/N: This continues the pilot episode. The next chapter will be the end of the Pilot, or the sort of end of the pilot. Again, I own nothing but Sophia!
Leaving the library, my eyes flew to a yellow car that was driving by, I would of kept going except that I didn't recognize the car, and in this town, I recognized every car. My eyes glanced down at my watch before starting to head in the direction I'd seen the car going. I put my hood up as I went, and shoved my hands in my pockets, trying my best to blend in with the darkness of the city. Thankfully, I didn't need to blend in much, not when this hour of the night, no one was really around anyway.
In most towns, keeping up with a strange car might be hard, or nearly impossible, but in the small town of Storybrooke, it wasn't that difficult. I managed to catch up with the car, though not before the driver had exited. My eyes examined the car before looking to see where it was parked, outside the Mayor's house. I moved to stay against the nearby bushes, knowing better than to get caught outside Regina's house. My father may wield some power here, but if I got caught snooping, there was a good chance my rolling ball would roll to a fast stop.
I leaned against the bushed wall, trying to figure out who the car belonged to. It wasn't anyone here, I already knew that, and closer examination suggested it was from out of state, which had my heart racing in joy. If this car belonged to her, than my plan was working, but her being at Regina's? I could only hope it wouldn't stop my rolling ball. Which was why I did what I did next, I ran home, literally ran home. I ran past my confused father, and grabbed the car keys that I rarely used. After all, in this tiny town, it was a lot easier to walk everywhere than worry about driving. And with those keys, I drove back to the Mayors and parked a little while away, praying the entire time that I wouldn't be too late to follow the car to wherever it went. Honestly, I was kind of just hoping that if it got to leave town, that I would get to leave town too.
I didn't have to wait all that long before a blonde woman left the Mayor's house. She didn't even glance at my car before getting into hers and starting it up. I started up my car as well, grateful for the silent engine my father had went on and on about when I was looking at cars for my sixteenth birthday. I flipped the headlights on as soon as I saw her pull out of sight, driving after her, careful to stay a slight distance back. If she got out, I could get out, and that was all that mattered.
But she didn't get out, instead when I came upon her car at the border, it was crashed on the side of the road. I pulled over to the side, well aware that her death would not help me out. I glanced behind me on the road, noticing the silence before getting out, not interested in getting caught if the Mayor had the woman tailed. I also looked ahead, checking to make sure that whatever had caused her to crash wasn't going to attack, as it was very possible, and with nothing in sight, I got out of my car and walked carefully over to the woman's car. Inside, I could see that her airbag had gone off, and her blond hair was splayed over it. She wasn't moving, but I could see her chest rising and falling, suggesting she was at least breathing. With her eyes closed, I could see a real resemblance to Henry, a child I once watched sleep while doing my chemistry homework. I knew I couldn't just leave her there, but my little first aid training also suggested that I couldn't move her either, not unless I knew for sure she hadn't cracked her neck or head. Even if she seemed fine, I knew that I had to be sure.
I pulled my phone out of my pocket as I continued to watch her, not wanting to have her die on me as I attempted to get her help. In this small town, there was really only one number you could call for help, and that wasn't 911, it was the direct line to the sheriff.
"Sheriff Graham," Came the slightly accented voice on the other line.
"There's been a car accident," I said, skipping the formalities, not that I believed in formalities anyway, but I wasn't about to get into that.
"Who is this?" Clearly he had yet to invest in caller id.
"It's a yellow car by the Storybrooke sign, hurry, she's not moving," I said before snapping the phone shut. I knew he wouldn't call back, not when someone's life might be on the line. I gave a small sigh as I looked at the woman again. "You're my only way out of here, please don't fail me," I begged, knowing that while she couldn't here me, maybe she could still understand my desperation to leave. A desperation that wasn't so evident on the idea of leaving her at the moment. However, I knew that getting caught next to this car would be a bad idea, so I went back to my car and drove back to my house, ignoring my father's confused look.
"Where did you go in such a hurry?" My father asked as I hung up my keys.
"Places," I answered simply, my feet pounding on the stairs up to my room, the next sound coming from the snap of my door shutting. I knew there was nothing more I could do tonight, not when the woman was out cold, and I was stuck with a curfew.