Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or it's Characters, they belong to their respective owners. I do, however, own Storm and her alter ego as well as Striker and his alter ego and their story line. This has come from the haunted, depraved, tortured darkness that is my mind.

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Chilling Fate

=Ms. Star's P.O.V=

I groaned softly pulling into the driveway, I wanted nothing more than to kick off my shoes, grab a bottle of beer and sit out on my deck reading the latest edition to my ever growing library, thank god for Mr. Gold and his ever growing collection of first edition books that cost me an arm and a leg each time I bought one. I slammed the truck door shut and opened it again rolling my eyes at the temperamental drivers door of the black F1, it was in perfect condition except the driver's door, it was temperamental when it came to closing, sometimes it would the first time, sometimes the second or third, other times it needed a good slam and some other times it just needed a bit of TLC.

I smiled as I climbed the stairs on the deck; Gunner was waiting patiently for his dinner, his bright orange bucket in mouth as always. "Give me a minute handsome, I'll be right with you after I change" I called as I unlocked the door and headed inside before kicking off my boots and opening up the lounge doors leading onto the deck before heading down to the bedroom to change.

The day had been off, hot almost blistering at some points and then cold, cold enough to warrant throwing on about two jacket but the one thing about the house was that unless you let out the days heat it overwhelmed the entire house, great for those sunny winter days but not for summer, not for the long hot summer days and nights.

I pulled off my hoodie and tossed it on the bed as I searched around for a beat up black shirt to wear, Gunner would be filthy, an entire day with no cover and with the weather how it had been he would have gone and rolled in the dirt and mud just to please himself, his favorite spot was in front of the weeping willow in his paddock next to the stables, a massive dirt area stretched out from its base giving him plenty of opportunities to roll in the dirt during summer and the mud during winter.

I yanked off my tank top throwing it into the hamper and pulled on my black shirt before pushing open the bedroom doors and grabbing my old riding boots.

Gunner snorted following me down the length of the fence before dropping the bucket in my path and whinnying softly.

"Give me a minute would you" I murmured scratching under the massive stallion's mane and pressed a kiss to his cheek before grabbing his bucket and heading down to the feed room.

The stables were intricate and old, they'd been here long than the house that was obvious to anyone, inside were six brick and metal stalls with a tack room, open feed room and hay loft/living quarters above it had, at one point, been a carriage stable, the old wooden carriage house still stood next door now housing my horse trailer, the upstairs hayloft above the stable still had all the furnishing for five stablehands to live comfortably.

I dropped Gunner's bucket on the ground in the feed room and grabbed his halter of one of the hooks in the stables before heading out to find him waiting at the gate. "You and I are on the same wave length sometimes buddy" I murmured slipping the rope halter on and tying it off before pushing the gate open leading him into the stables.

Gunner snorted stamping his foot and shifted sideways like he always did to watch me make his dinner, it was our routine every day, I'd get up, put on the coffee and head out to feed him, coffee was usually finished by the time I finished feeding him, I'd then get ready, check the weather before I left to see if it was too hot or too cold for him to have his cover on and then leave for work, spend the day working, milling about, doing my usual before coming home, I'd then change, feed him dinner while I groomed him and have the rest of the evening to myself if I wanted, if not I'd just spend time with Gunner riding about the paddocks or the woods, sometimes the beach in summer, it was very monotonous and bored the hell out of me sometime but that was why I snuck days off, it wasn't like anyone noticed when I didn't show up for a day.

I placed his bucket on the floor and grinned watching him nose around in it for a moment before squealing in delight, a large dollop of molasses sitting in the bottom of the bucket had escaped the waters wrath.

I smiled lightly patting his neck and coughed at the dust cloud that rose up off his coat before wafting it away with my hand and shook my head picking up my hoof pick starting on the long process that Gunner would go right ahead and undo once he was free in his paddock again.

I looked up as the wind began to rustle in the trees, it was unnerving, a disturbed wind. I slowed my brushing of Gunner's coat, his head up now, ears pricked forward towards the door like he was watching a ghost in the doorway. He whinnied loudly, sides bellowing in and out with each sound. He snorted lowering his head slightly, eyes unfocused but at the same time focused on something I couldn't see, his lips peeled back, top lip curling over his nose as he stuck it in the air trapping whatever he could smell in his nostrils and lungs, cataloging it for a later date.

I slowly stroked his neck looking over the top of his back and wither; darkness had set in, a fog drifting over the property from the forest it backed onto, it wasn't something to be afraid of but it was something to be cautious of.

I ran the brush slowly over his sides and jumped as a bucket clattered to the ground in the doorway, I watched it roll to a stop before slowly releasing the breath I'd been holding. "Something's in the air Gunner" I murmured stroking the outside of his ear gently, he snorted butting my chest lightly with his head, his flanks quivering from the scare with the bucket.

I slipped under his neck and gave him one last pat before heading towards the bucket and knelt down picking it up before looking out across the modest sized property, it was a small house, two bedrooms, a bathroom, kitchen, living room and large deck most of it overlooking an old 6 bay stable and carriage house and series of three large well groomed paddocks. I put the bucket in the feed room and made my way back over to Gunner.

"Spooky things happening tonight Gunner, very spooky things" I murmured patting his rump as I picked up the body brush again and began to slowly groom out the rest of his jet black coat.

I smiled lightly, Gunner had been with me longer than I could remember, the jet black Irish Draught stallion stood at 18.3 hands with four white stockings to his knees, a white splash under his girth and a thick white blaze down his face, the one thing about him that differed from every other horse I'd seen was his eyes, I'd seen horses with blue eyes and horses with brown eyes but his, his were a blazing emerald to match my own.

I dusted the loose dirt and skin off the ends of the bristles before patting Gunner's shoulder, his neck arching and flexing as another cold wind blew through the stable doors. I looked up watching as the loose dust, dirt and leaves blew up in a miniature tornado before settling, a chill sweeping through the barn as the temperature dropped leaving both Gunner and I with a shiver through our spines.

I rested my hand on Gunner's wither listening to the wind howl through the forest, each and every hair on the back of my neck standing on end as I watched the door over Gunner's back, he snorted turning towards me and head butted me lightly, the flat of his head resting against the front of my chest as he closed his eyes and whickered softly as if to say 'Something not right in the air'.

"I know Gunner, I agree, something's not right," I murmured resting my hand on his cheek stroking it lightly with my thumb. "There's change in the air handsome," I kept my eyes on the door half expecting someone walk in before looking down to Gunner and smiling before pressing a kiss between his ears. "There's change in the air Gunner and it doesn't bode well for any of us" I stroked the outsides of his ears and smiled before resuming my grooming leaving Gunner to finish the rest of his dinner.

I will try and be a power horse this month and get out a few more chaps because next month ME3 comes out and I'll be spending the majority of my time playing that, you can also bet I'll have a story or two feature Zaeed Massani or Thane Krios because both of them are goddam badasses, I will have a pic of Gunner/Striker up in my DA gallery soon and guess what, OUaT has finally started in NZ, so you know we're only going to be about twelve or so episodes behind instead of an entire season or two like usual but as for me, I am content with doing what I usually do and DL the show, please don't bitch at me for this, I am one of those people who do this but actually go out and buy the DVD's when they finally put them out.

The property Ms. Star lives on I actually created in the Sims3, I got damn bored one day so I recreated it to the best extent that I could.

Also, the next chap will be during the pilot, no Emma and that yet but other character will be there.