"Are you sure this is a good idea?" Paige asked, running her finger over the top of the computer screen.

"No," Henry said, not glancing away from the search engine's results. "But, Paige, I have to do this. I have to find my mom."

"Alright then." Paige leaned back precariously on the back two legs of the kitchen chair they had brought into the room. "What if you don't like what you see?"

Henry huffed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

Paige let the chair rock forward so all the legs were flat on the ground. "You know what I mean. She isn't necessarily going to be a hero. I mean-"

Henry looked at her this time. "I know. She doesn't have to be a hero. I just have to find out something about her. Archie says it's perfectly normal. He tried saying something to Mom about it, but she wouldn't listen."

"Your mother doesn't listen to anyone." Paige leaned in to get a closer look at the screen. "What about this site?"

Henry clicked on it. The link led to a picture of a scantily clad woman.

"Ewwww." Both kids chorused and Henry quickly closed the window.

"That wasn't what we were looking for at all."

"My eyes! They burn!"

Henry modified the search criteria. Hopefully, this time, the results would be slightly less scaring. The clock downstairs chimed five o'clock.

"I should go," Paige said mournfully. "Your mom's going to be here any moment. She isn't going to be happy. She'll want to know what we did. She doesn't like you having friends over."

Henry nodded and went to shut down the computer. He cleared the history first. He wasn't taking any chances.

"It isn't that she doesn't like me having friends over, it's just-"

"I know. She doesn't like me. I'm a bad influence."

"You're not a bad influence!"

Paige smiled. "I know that. You know that. But your mother wouldn't know what bad was unless it bit her on the nose."

It took sometime but they discovered a website exactly like what they were looking for. There was a problem though. The services the website offered weren't exactly free.

"We knew this could be an option," Paige said as she looked at the price again.

"I didn't think it would be this much though," Henry sighed, "Do you know how much we could buy with $265?"

"Yeah, like a hundred hot fudge sundaes from Granny's," Paige tried to find some hope in the situation, "Maybe if we just saved all our money up. I can ask Mom and Dad if they'd give me my birthday money in advance and we could just-"

"No. Don't bother," Henry got up dejectedly and threw himself on his bed. "It doesn't really matter."

"Of course! It matters!" Paige knocked the chair over in her rush to stand up. "Sometimes family is all we really have!"

Those words were the spark Henry had been looking for. He had been containing his anger for weeks, years maybe. He had been holding it all in, since he realized what it truly meant to be adopted. It wasn't like in his books. He wasn't one step closer to being a superhero. He was just abandoned. No one wanted him. No one loved him. That's what it meant to be adopted.

Without realizing it, Henry was on his feet, pacing across his bed like a wild animal ready to pounce and yelling, "You'd say that! With your perfect little family! A mother who loves you! A father who would do anything for you! A brother who's always going to protect you! You're all set! Perfect little Paige! Perfect little Paige who'll never have to worry about anything! Perfect little Paige who-"

"Stop it! Just stop it!" Paige screamed over Henry's ranting. She covered her ears as if that would make her best friend's words go away.

"-isn't going to have any trouble at all with the homework Miss Blanchard gave us! Family Trees! Who needs to know family trees?! Mine won't tell you anything!"

He lunged for the offending piece of paper. He began to tear it into pieces. "Father Blank!" Rip. "Mother Blank!" Rip. "Grandfather Blank!" Rip. "Grandmother Blank!" Rip. "Aunts and Uncles Blank!" Rip. "Just Everything! Blank! Blank! Blank!"

Each "blank" was accompanied by another tearing sound. He was standing on his bed letting all the papers fall gleefully. His words were getting more frantic and louder by the second.

"Henry! Calm Down!" Paige said climbing up next to him, trying to hold his hands still, to do anything to try to knock sense back into him.

Henry shook her off. She fell from the bed and onto her overturned chair. She winced as she stood, cradling the arm she used to break her fall.

"Just Go Away!" Henry screamed. "I'm done with you! I'm never talking to you again!"

"See if I care!" Paige stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind her. The tears blurred her vision and as she ran down the stairs, cradling her arm protectively. Paige ran right into the mayor.

"I'm s-s-sorry M-m-madame Mayor," Paige stuttered, trying to get control of herself. She wasn't a little kid anymore. She wasn't scared of the Mayor.

"What are you doing here?" The Mayor's voice was sharp. She didn't look pleased at all. "I thought I told Henry-"

"Well," Paige sniffed, "You won't have to worry about me anymore. Henry's in his room although, I don't think he wants to talk to anyone."

Regina grabbed Paige tightly on the arm and looked at her menacingly. "What did you do, girl?"

Paige winced, trying to ignore the sharp pain that just shot through her arm. "I didn't do anything. I was trying to help."

Regina released her as the sound of something heavy hitting the floor resonated above them. Regina gave her one last glare, "Stay away from my son."

Henry sat alone at the table during lunch. If he squinted, he could see all the other kids clustered around Paige signing her cast. He didn't want to go over there. Well, he did. He wanted to go over there and for Paige to hug him normally and just say that everything was going to be alright, that it didn't matter and of course she would be his friend again. They hadn't been friends since that day. She had gone home. He had sat with his mom and she held him until he calmed down.

That should have been the end of it. He would have gone to school the next day and apologized, but Paige hadn't been there. She hadn't been there the next day either. Kyle had been though, and so he had tried to approach him.

"Just stay away from her," Kyle had grunted as he shoved Henry out of his way.

It was the next day that Henry finally knew what was going on. Paige had arrived with a bright orange cast on her left arm. Miss Blanchard asked her what had happened in front of the class.

Paige looked sadly down at her arm. "Just fell on it wrong. I'm clumsy." She ducked her head to avoid any more questions.

Miss Blanchard gave her a sympathetic smile. "I'm sure you'll be feeling better in no time, Paige. If you need any help, just let me know."

Paige nodded, not looking up from her desk.

Henry pulled out a piece of paper from his desk, trying to be as stealthy as he could. Miss Blanchard didn't like anyone passing notes. "What really happened?" He scribbled onto the corner. He tore it off and folded it over three times. Henry laid it on the corner of her desk.

Paige took one look at it and used her good hand to sweep it onto the floor. Henry watched it fall. He pretended to knock his pencil off the desk so he could bend and retrieve it. Henry looked around before flicking the paper right onto her lap.

Paige gave an irritated huff before carefully unfolding it. She gave him a glare and made no move to respond.

Henry scribbled another note. "Paige, come on. What's wrong?"

That time she did reply. "I thought you were never talking to me again."

Henry glanced around for Miss Blanchard. He leaned closer so he could whisper, "You know I really didn't mean that right?"

"What part of it?" She hissed back.

"All of it," he admitted. Henry was not at all proud of how he acted in his fit of anger.

"I don't believe you." Paige turned back to Miss Blanchard and her art lesson.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say those things." Henry whispered knowing he still had her attention.

"Say those things! Henry, you broke my arm!" Paige's voice was soft but the anger was evident in it.

Henry ran a hand through his hair. "No. I didn't."

"Well, your chair broke my arm then. But considering you're the one you pushed me into it, I think we can agree that you, not the inanimate object is responsible."

Paige hadn't said a word to him since. If Henry was lonely before, he was so much lonelier now. He hadn't had a friend before Paige, at least not one who knew all about him and didn't forget the next day. Now, he was back to being all alone.

Henry looked away from Paige and her new friend Brenna as they spread out the blanket for the tea set. He wanted to go over and join them. After all, two wasn't a tea party. Instead, Henry looked at the Family Tree homework that he definitely wasn't going to do now and put it away. He didn't feel like eating but he tried anyway.

"Henry, you didn't turn in your homework again." Miss Blanchard said as she approached him. He wanted to ignore her. Of course he hadn't turned in the homework. He was never going to turn in the homework.

"Is there a problem?" Miss Blanchard asked so sweetly.

Henry didn't want to answer. He clenched his fist tightly under the table. Of course, there was a problem. He just wasn't going to take any of feelings out on anyone else ever again.

"Oh, Henry, things really will change if you just believe it. Life is unpredictable."

"Is your life unpredictable? 'Cause it seems to me that everything is pretty much the same around here, except me." Henry took a deep breath, remembering just how right he was. It wasn't just his imagination. No one aged in this town. Paige was the only one that had believed him and now, she probably wouldn't even remember him next year when he was in the grade above her.

Now that he was talking to Miss Blanchard, Henry just wanted to keep going. It was therapeutic to say it out loud. "My birth mom didn't love me. Regina says she does, but she doesn't" As soon as Henry said those words, he knew he was right. It was the first time he had called her Regina. It felt right on his tongue. Maybe he was over reacting, but he didn't feel comfortable calling her mom anymore.

"I don't belong here."

Miss Blanchard leaned toward him. "You do belong here Henry. You are loved."

Henry wanted to believe her. It was all he really wanted at the moment. Yet all he could do was look back at her with pleading eyes.

"I want to show you something." She reached toward her bag.

Henry doubted anything would make it better.

"This morning I was cleaning out my bedroom closet like I've done every week, thousands of times, and I found something I'd never noticed before."

She laid a book on the table. It was a rather large book with a leather cover and big embossed golden letters. But it was still just a book.

"It just appeared, like magic."

"That's not possible."

"Of course, it's not possible, but it happened."

Henry peered at the book as she tried to explain. It was strange how the book appeared, but no stranger than some of the other things in town. He opened it up to a story in the middle. It was of Pinocchio. "These are fairytales."

Miss Blanchard didn't look too surprised by his comment. "And what exactly do you think fairy tales are? They are a reminder that our lives will get better if we just hold onto hope. Your happy ending may not be what you expect, but that is what will make it so special."

Henry wanted a happy ending. Happy endings always meant that good won over evil, that everything worked out just right in the end. It meant all the orphaned children were loved and all the princesses got their prince. "Can I borrow this?"

"You can have it."

Henry felt himself smile his first genuine smile in a long time. "Really?"

"Believing in even the possibility of a happy ending is a powerful thing," Miss Blanchard began to head back inside for class. "I think you could use it."

Henry flipped to another page. It was an illustration of two people. One of them looked an awful lot like Miss Blanchard. The hair was longer, but it was unmistakably her. The opposing page read, "Snow White and Prince Charming's wedding."

"Miss Blanchard!" Henry just had to ask. There were no such things as coincidences.

"Yes," replied Miss Blanchard, except now she looked identical to the lady in the picture, identical to Snow White. How was it even possible?

Henry blinked, trying to let his mind catch up to what he was seeing, and just like that Miss Blanchard looked normal again in her grey coat and short hair.

"Thank you," Henry said trying to cover up his shock. This book was stranger than he'd originally thought. It wasn't just strange it was impossible.

If Paige were here, she would have leaned closer and whispered, "Why's it so hard to believe? Sometimes, I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."

Henry shook his head. He didn't want to think about Paige anymore. He flipped the page. There was Miss Blanchard (Snow White he mentally corrected himself) cradling a baby in a blanket with her name on it. He'd never heard of a Princess Emma before.

AN: That wasn't what I was intending at all but sometimes the characters get minds of their own and then go and break their arms. I apologize on behalf of both Paige and Henry. Henry's trying to deal with some major issues without a very good outlet and Paige is in over her head. They were arguing in only the way best friends and siblings can, not really meaning what they were saying to the other person, but saying it anyway because that one person isn't going to abandon them. And yes it is possible it is possible to break your arm like that. I know from experience (my cousin).

Thanks to TinyLittleBows106 who already offered some suggestions for young Storybrooke characters. I'm always open to suggestions, so if you think of someone, feel free to tell me in a review.

I also wanted to answer some questions Leanne asked. These are incredibly relevant questions and I hope to clear up some confusion.

1)Why would Henry have any reason to search for his birth mother if he didn't know she was the Savior?

I believe that Henry, like most adopted children, would want to find his mother. Emma's curse breaking abilities were really only a bonus. He was a scared little boy, who thought his adoptive mother didn't really love him. He felt so alone in the town, and he thought knowing who his biological parents were would fix that.

2) Why can Grace remember if Jefferson gave up portal jumping after she was born? She never would have traveled between worlds.

It is my personal belief that Jefferson gave up his portal jumping abilities because Grace was born. I think that he and his wife got caught in some trouble in Wonderland just before Grace was born. His wife gave birth and then there were three people who needed to go back through the hat instead of just two. Both parents decided that their daughter deserved her best chance, which meant she needed to get out of Wonderland. Jefferson was necessary to make sure the newborn girl got through the hat safely as the hat is somewhat temperamental (Emma and Mary Margaret's crash landing). Jefferson's wife was left stranded in Wonderland, left to try and find her own way home. When Jefferson was trapped there later, he searched for her, but she had either found her way home or was dead.

Hopefully, these answers clarified things instead of making them more muddled. I'm always am happy to help anyway I can. I love hearing theories/suggestions or even questions about something you were confused on.