A/N: I don't own anything you recognise, I hope you enjoy. I also really loved getting the four reviews so far.

As the thoughts loomed around Erin's head, various voices could be heard from the lounge room. She could recognise everyone's voices, but she couldn't keep track of the day, or even bother to look at the time. There were at least three voices, and a toddler giggling happily. Reluctantly, Erin looked at the calendar, next to a photo of her and everyone in her family, (even Regina after some convincing from Henry, Robin and Roland) while Dr. Whale took the picture, just after she was born. It was Friday, which meant that she probably had to go to school, or someone was going to stay home with her, and watch that she didn't run somewhere else again, not that Erin was stupid enough to do that now that the whole town would be on the alert about where she should be at certain times unaccompanied.

The young woman looked at the clock, it was eight fifteen, generally she would be on her way to school by now, so clearly she wasn't being forced to go today, even if one of her parents or Henry were driving her, she would've had to start getting ready at around eight so that they could leave, and there would be enough time for an emergency call or to sit through traffic. Debating whether or not to get out of bed, took a minute for Erin, on one hand she could avoid talking to anyone, and the bed was warm, but on the other hand, someone may come in to talk to her, and she was hungry. Eventually the second hand won out, and Erin pulled herself out of the bed, along the floor of her bedroom, and into the kitchen slowly to grab some toast before climbing back into bed again.

Erin tried to make the least amount of noise as possible as she got the sourdough loaf, knife and cutting board. She cut two thick slices, and moved to get the toaster, accidently dropping it on her foot, and swearing as she picked it up, hoping that no one had heard her. After carefully placing the toaster on the counter, she plugged the appliance into the socket and after having had placed the pieces of bread into the slots pushed the lever down and turned around to face her brother. She bit her lip, and pointed at the toaster, blaming it for her outburst.

Henry shook his head, chuckling slightly. "The toaster ditched school?" He asked.

Erin rolled her eyes and shook her head. "I dropped it on my bloody toe, and now it bloody hurts." She whined.

"Why'd you ditch school?" He asked, looking at his baby sister.

"It's not as if you never ditched school. If I remember correctly you stole Gran's credit card, and hopped on a bus to Boston to find Mum, and dragged her back here when you were eleven." She pointed out, smirking, as she though she'd won the non existant argument.

"Erin, that was eighteen years ago, get over it. Everyone forgave me anyway, and it was that one day that week. You skipped on Tuesday as well."

"I didn't feel well, okay, that's it. I didn't particularly feel like running around a track for an hour and a half, when I wanted to vomit." She said bitterly, as the toast popped up.

"Erin, you know someone would've come to get you, even if that was Regina to bring you home." He sighed, leaning against the counter.

"Where's Grace? Shouldn't you two be making-out or something?" Erin asked, trying to change the subject as she buttered her toast.

"She's over at her dad's and don't change the subject." He said, moving closer to her.

Erin moved away and took a bite out of her toast. "I'm going to bed." She mumbled, starting to walk back to her bedroom.

Henry raised his eyebrows. "You do realise that you're not getting out of this, and Belle's coming here to watch you right?" He chuckled, waiting to see the look on his little sister's face.

"I'm not a baby! I'm fine! ALL I WANT TO DO IS SLEEP FOR THE NEXT TWELVE HOURS, CAN NO ONE UNDERSTAND THAT? I'M OLD ENOUGH TO BE LEFT ALONE FOR A DAY WHILE I FEEL CRAP, I'M NOT GOING TO RUN AWAY WHEN I'M WHERE I WANT TO BE? CAN EVERYONE JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?" Erin snapped, turning towards her brother, before walking back into her bedroom and slamming the door.

Henry stood there stunned, and looked behind him, his eyes wide open at his parents. "What's wrong with her? I don't think this is just the toaster dropping on her foot."

Emma rolled her eyes, playfully patting Henry's head. "You don't ever change do you?" She asked, laughing a little bit, and handing Gabriella back to Henry.

Henry and Grace had started dating, against Jefferson's wishes when Henry was eighteen, however he couldn't do anything about it, because Grace was happy. The couple got married when Erin was ten and Henry was almost twenty three. The couple had a son who was almost four named Daniel, and a one year old named Gabriella. Grace mainly stayed at home nowadays, but when she was going to go back to work at the modern fashions store, while Henry worked at the animal shelter.

Erin sat on her bed in her bedroom, almost immediately feeling bad about snapping at Henry, but she'd gotten the point that she'd wanted to communicate across to her family. Whether they listened to her was a completely different story. She climbed under the covers of her bed, and resumed eating her toast, trying to not look in the mirror across the room, yet she failed. Her hair was frizzy but she didn't have bad bed hair, she was pale, and clearly looked nauseous. Erin finished her toast and put the plate on her bedside table, laying down and closing her eyes. Erin tried to relax, knowing that stressing would only make her feel worse, but why did it have to be Belle babysitting her? Belle's intelligent, and would probably figure out what was wrong, then force her to go see Whale, or to tell her parents, otherwise she'd tell Rumple, and then there'd be even more trouble.

Erin started to plan her day out in her mind: Try not to be nauseous, try not to give away anything, sit on the couch and watch the television or read a book all day, sleep some more and possibly eating something else. Twenty minutes later Neal came into her bedroom, and shut the door behind him. "Princess, are you awake?" He asked softly, kissing her forehead gently.

Erin nodded, and opened her eyes slowly. "I'm up." She mumbled.

"Why'd you yell at Henry?" He asked, concern clear in his eyes.

"He was annoying me, and pestering me, and I snapped. Tell him I'm sorry?" She begged, using the puppy dog eyes, that usually worked on her father so well.

"Not this time, you can apologise to him later." He said, stroking her hair.

"Mum still here?" She asked, nodding.

Neal shook his head. "She's at the station, and Henry went with Gabriella back to Grace."

"Why're you here Dad?" She asked impatiently, wanting to go back to sleep again.

"I have to leave in a couple of minutes." He sighed, continuing to stroke his daughter's hair. "Belle's in the kitchen, and I just wanted to check on you."

Erin nodded. "I'm fine Daddy, I'm just sick." She lied, hoping her father would buy it.

Neal nodded, buying it with the word Daddy. "I'll come home as soon as I can." He promised standing up, and kissing Erin's forehead gently, before getting up and talking to Belle.

Erin sighed in relief after he shut the door, knowing that hiding from him was going to be harder than she had imagined previously. It wasn't as if she liked to lie to him, and she knew he hated lying, in fact her whole family did, but this time in her opinion it was necessary. She heard the front door close shortly after, and let her eyes close, her thoughts closing in around her as she tried to go back to sleep once more.