A/N: Sorry about not posting for so long. It's been a long week, went to Disney World for band, let me tell you this, 'Florida is NOT kind to the cold lovers.' Florida's heat is EVIL! Anyway so this week I have to perform a play for my school, lot going on there. Plus I'm not getting many reviews, so I'm kinda sheepish about posting. If there is anything I can to do make the story more enjoyable please tell me, I want to know if it's horrible or not.

BTW: I own none of this but the plot.

Chapter 5

***************Storybrooke*****************

Walking into the mayor's house Ruby felt a chill go down her spine. She had the strange feeling she was being watched. Even with Henry as a guide. The little boy lived here himself, and yet the strange feeling was still there.

Ruby focused on what Henry was saying, trying to distract herself.

"You see we decided to do something fun to raise money for more books." He spoke of it as if it were the most important thing in the world. "So Ms. Blanchard asked if we had any ideas, a bake sale was the winner," he continued on as they came into what looked like the living room.

He sat down and took off his backpack, he pulled out some books. Ruby reluctantly sat next to him.

"So why do you need me?" Ruby didn't know much about baked goods. The only place she ever knew anything about food was the diner, and all she knew was how to serve it.

Henry looked up at her as if she was the stupidest person in the world. "I need someone to help me," he answered simply.

Ruby looked down at her hands, kinda wishing she hadn't agreed to this. "Is that the only reason you came to talk to me?" She looked into the little boy's eyes.

Henry shook his head, "No, you looked lonely, which is why I sat with you. When I heard you were bored I thought this would be a good thing to make you unbored."

"Oh," was all Ruby could say. She didn't know what she was doing. She was just a simple waitress, well more to some people. Ruby felt kind of exposed around Henry. He always seemed like he knew more than he let on to others. He continued to write things down on the paper.

"So what are you doing?"

"Homework," was his answer.

Ruby clapped her hands together, trying to ease the tension. "Well alrighty then, when should we start baking?"

Henry was immersed in the book on the table. "After I finish my homework," was his answer.

She gave an exasperated sigh, rolling her eyes she took the book off the table. "I thought you said you were trying to make me 'unbored'," she said, using the word the young kid had said.

He smiled up at her. "Thank goodness, I didn't want to do it anyway," Henry said. He then stood up and walked away, going somewhere deeper into the house.

This boy was so unusual, what kinda boy does homework as soon as he gets home, especially if his mother wasn't home. Maybe I'm not the only one who needs someone to have fun with. Ruby thought, maybe this kid needed a friend.

"Where are you going?" Ruby asked, trailing after the him.

He turned his head before passing through a door. "The kitchen."

Now Ruby was no chef of any kind, the only kitchen she had ever seen was the one in the diner, but when she saw that kitchen she almost fainted. It was beautiful; marble countertops, state of the art equipment, and stainless steel everything! Henry smiled at the waitress' response, but he just shrugged.

"Most people look like that," he said, fighting a laugh. Ruby tried to remain cool, but it was too late, Henry had already seen her excitement.

"Well, it's kinda cool," she tried to sound nonchalant, which only made Henry's smile grow in size.

Stepping farther into the kitchen Ruby gave up the act and gazed in awe at the amazing kitchen. Henry started opening up cabinets, putting spoons and bowls of all sorts on the countertops. Ruby watched him silently.

Henry looked around confused. "So, where do you wanna start?" He looked at her expectantly.

She shrugged, "I don't know Henry, this isn't really my forte," Ruby was becoming self-conscious again, she really didn't know anything about this stuff. "Maybe you should just ask your mom to buy a lot of stuff." She replied, at least then you'll get something that'll taste decent.

Henry looked at her with such child terror it was funny. "I don't think she would want to help. Besides, this is more fun, and weren't you the one that said that there was nothing fun to do?"

It was true, she had said that, but she didn't mean this. Ruby looked at Henry's face and knew it was going to be a loooooong night, but she couldn't just leave him here. She knew this kid needed a friend, and she had been told by someone recently that she needed to get out as well. But Ruby wasn't sure this is what the person had meant. Plus, the kid wanted to have some fun, so she might as well help.

"Okay fine, where's your flour?" Henry beamed and Ruby matched his smile ten fold.

Emma shut the door behind her and headed to the front desk, she needed some answers. She didn't know exactly what she was looking for, just that something wasn't right.

Emma walked around the halls of the hospital. The storm really had done a number on it. She could tell where they had had to repaint and she noticed the new glass in the windows. Hope Henry wasn't too scared.

It was then that she thought of what would happen if it was different. She often thought and imagined what it would be like if it had been her and Henry. When she was pregnant it had all been a nightmare, but now that she had gotten to know Henry her stomach became warm when she thought of him.

The wind would be howling and a tree branch would be hitting the window. Henry would be frightened and knock on Emma's door for the third time that night. She would reluctantly get up, see how scared he was and hug him. Then they would go into the kitchen and make some hot chocolate. . . with extra cinnamon.

The sound of hammer and nails snapped Emma from her daydream, looking around dazed and confused she realized she was in the lobby. Leroy was near the entrance hammering nails into newly beams. Shaking her head Emma walked up to the front desk.

The young woman at the desk looked up at her presence. "Is there something I can do for you sheriff?" She gave her a friendly smile.

"Uh, yeah, I was wondering if I could look into some medical files," the nurse gave her a puzzled look. "It's for the case I'm currently working on," she added.

"The one with Moe French?" The nurse asked.

Emma nodded. "That's the one."

The nurse started typing on a keyboard, then she shuffled around some papers. Handing Emma a file she said, "Here is all his information on the incident." She gave Emma an uneasy smile.

Emma looked at the file in her hand, rifling through the pages. "Well, you see it's not French's files I need, at least not Moe's." The girl gave her a confused look.

"Well if it's for the 'investigation' then whose records would you need?" The nurse girl's voice had a slight shake in it.

Emma sighed, "That's what I'm looking for, I don't know whose files they are."

"Well you see Ms. Swan, not that I want to cause trouble, but I can't exactly. . . give you the files," she stuttered, her smile fading.

Regina. Emma thought, of course who else? Emma closed her eyes and put her thumb and index finger on the bridge of her eyes. "Why not? Do I need to get a warrant, just to look at medical records? It's for an investigation." Dang Regina, she had everyone wrapped around her finger.

The girl became more and more flustered by the minute. "Uh, well, you see. I really don't have access to all the files and if it's for, uh, this investigation I don't really see why you would need any files except his," the girl seemed scared of Emma so she added. "I'm sorry, but I just can't."

Emma didn't feel like having a talk with the mayor, but it was apparently inevitable in the end. "Thanks anyway."

The girl gave a small nod and a weak smile. "I'm really sorry to be a bother."

Emma gave her a small wave as she headed out to her car. Sitting in the seat she rested her head on the steering wheel. What was the mayor's problem? Why did she had to have everything on lock and key, skeleton key that is. Emma sighed and started her car, making her way to the mayor's office.

*************Enchanted Forest***************

Atop the hill Red gazed in the distance at her Granny's, there were about four horses.

So where are the others? A voice in Red's head asked. She shrugged it off, not caring where the others were, it just meant they might live to see another day.

Taking out her father's dagger she put it to her lips.

"I'm ready Daddy, I can do this. This is what you trained me for." She kissed the dagger gently, remembering fond memories of her parents. Moving gracefully through the familiar forest Red made her way to the back of the house.

After doing a sweep around the house she saw no one standing guard, and yet something seemed strange, out of place. Unfortunately her rage blinded her instincts and she bursted through the doors and into the small cottage.

"Granny," she yelled. . . silence, no one was here.

She moved around quickly through the rooms, and found nothing. She made her way to her Granny's room. She slowly creaked the door open and then jumped into the middle of the room.

Staring at the bed she noticed a form under the covers, there was someone there. Joy filled Red's heart, she immediately went to her bedside.

"Granny," she cried, tears streaming down her face.

That was when she heard the familiar sound of a sword being unsheathed. She knew the noise well from her years of training. She turned with the agility of twenty years of practice, successfully stabbing the man directly in the heart, but whoever was in the bed obviously knew about the trap, because she felt a blade on her throat seconds after the death of his comrade.

"Nice to see you again, little lady," he voice was gruff. Red tried to get out of his grip, but that only made the knife bare down harder. "Uh-uh, don't want to hurt such a pretty thing like you. . . Yet," he ended. Red could hear the smile on his face.

"What did you do with her?" Red knew she was in no position in asking questions, but she didn't want him to know she felt helpless.

She felt the man's free hand, the one not on the knife at her throat, stroking her hair. Red choked back a gag. "Now now, there's no need to rush into things, we'll get to that, later."

He thrusted her up and got off the bed, blade still cutting into her flesh. Dragging her out of the bedroom and into the hallway he flung her to the ground, ramming his boot into her back. Red tried grabbing for a knife but got another stomp to the back, the air leaving her lungs.

This is an unfortunate turn of events. Red thought bitterly as she tried to breath, the boot still place firmly on her back. Red's mind raced, she knew she wouldn't last long here. Trying to make a run for it was not gonna happen, so what could she do?

Then an idea came to her. It just might work, but the thought made her stomach churn.

That's when she let the tears fall. She cried out all the emotion of the past couple days, hoping it would help sell it. "Please, please don't hurt me. I just want my granny, I just want to know where she is," she gave a heart wracking sob. "PLEASE!" She cried.

Then the boot was off her back, but Red made no attempt to run, still lightheaded from lack of air. He pulled her up by her hair and pinned her to the wall, a sneer came upon his face. The blade trailed her cheek as he replied, "Well little lady, I could tell you just that, on one condition."

Wracking through sobs Red continued, "Whatever you want, just please don't hurt her, she's all I have." Left. She added in her head.

Red avoided eye contact as the murderer trailed the knife down her throat. . . not stopping there. "It's not her you should be worrying about getting hurt."

Anger filled Red's chest as she felt the knife, she attempted to lash out, but Grey Wolfback was ready for anything. He caught her and slammed her into an old wooden cabinet. Red screamed in pain, not fake pain. She examined her arm from the ground, she took notice of the wood splintered in her arms, luckily it wasn't her throwing arm.

She heard his footsteps as he came toward her. "It's alright, don't struggle, it'll only make it hurt worse."

"You son of a-" Red was cut off by a boot to her face.

"What was that beautiful?" His voice mocked her.

Red couldn't believe the words that came out of her mouth next. "You killed them." She staggered to a standing position, regaining her strength, blood dripping from her temple. "You killed them both in cold blood," she spat out blood to her capture.

The man's face became hard, "Who are you?"

Red gave a dry laugh, "Don't remember me? Because I remember you, I'll always remember you, Grey Wolfback." She shouted the name at him.

His features became contorted as he tried regaining control of the situation. He pointed the knife at her, "Listen here tramp, just do what girls like you usually do, lay down and you'll enjoy it," he sneered.

Red became hysterical. "You are sick!" She shouted, moving toward him, knife not moving. "I was just a little girl when you butchered them," with the speed of a ? she reached into one of the folds of her cloak and threw a dagger at him.

But in her rage and with her injuries she hadn't hit a kill spot, instead it went deep into his shoulder. He fell from the impact, now was the time to run.

As she made her way to the door she turned to the man who had murdered her family, maybe even her whole family.

"If we ever meet again I will kill you," she rasped as she ran out of the house. Running around to the front she made her way to the horses. Just as she made her way to mount the steed she felt an object struck her head, then the world turned black.

A/N: Hope you liked this new chapter, hope it was good. If it was, please review.