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.

Ryn of Magic: The whole 'somethings wrong with the air' thing was mainly to show how Storybrooke's getting ready for Emma to come, how the curse is changing, Henry leaving is in this Chap though.

electrogirl88: Updating again now, hope you enjoy and I'm glad you like the story.

Rindou Kiara: Thank you, I try my best, I was a bit iffy at first about how she'd fit into the story line but I'm happy with the way its turned out so far.

Missing

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

I stretched out my fingers as I unlocked the door to my store and tugged my thick black hoodie closer, it was a cold morning, the same wind that had blown through the stables the previous night had swept through again this morning, whatever was going to happen it had stirred something deeper in the forest.

I flexed my aching finger joints sliding the key from the lock and pushed the door open, the small bell on the other side tinkling as I hooked the door into place and yawned dumping my things on the counter before hauling my sign outside. I glanced across the street watching Mr. Gold opening his pawn store for a moment as I set up my sign, I grinned lightly throwing a wave in his direction as he looked towards me.

I turned to see Henry running towards me, in his hands the thick leather bound book Mary Margret had given him. "Morning kid"

"Morning Ms. Star," His lips were curved in an enthusiastic smile. "I think I finally found out who you are," He said coming to a halt beside me. "I don't know why I didn't see it before" He said heading into the store slinging his bag down on the floor and dropped the book heavily on the counter quickly flipping through pages.

"Hey kid counter abuse," I called as I entered the shop before grinning and stopping beside him resting my elbows on the counter. "So who am I supposed to be?"

He flipped madly through the pages before stopping and tapping a picture. "This is you, you're the Thief"

"The Thief?" I queried running my finger lightly over the picture inked into the page. "So what makes you think I'm her?"

"Because, you both have so much in common"

"Well what's her story then Henry?" I asked picking up my bottle of water, the onset of a head ache stirring in the depths of my brain.

"It's difficult to say, there's two versions of her"

I furrowed my brow lightly. "Two? Why two?"

"Well one is before she went into the outlands and one is after she came back from them"

"The outlands?" I had flipped through the book briefly when I'd first seen it but never really paid attention to it.

"Yeah, it's the land at the edge of the kingdoms, the land that's barren and scorched, the land that no one travels through, it's infested with wild animals and unliveable for a human" He explained quickly. "But she lasted for ten years; she managed to survive for ten years out there"

"Why did she head out there in the first place?"

"I don't know, I couldn't find that piece, there's not much written about her time before the outlands and none about her time in the outlands"

I nodded lightly as he slid the book towards me leaving me to read the pages about the thief. "So let me get this straight, within a week of returning from the outlands she managed to steal a star from the night sky?"

He nodded. "It's not just a coincidence that your last name is star, look around, the panel above the door, you even have a necklace with a star," He pointed to the necklace around my neck, it hardly ever left my neck. "Do you even remember where you got that necklace?"

I placed idly with the star twirling it around as hard as I thought about it I couldn't even begin to remember how long I'd had the necklace. "I don't know Henry; it's been with me since, well since forever"

"Exactly! See," He grinned excitedly. "You are the thief, you stole the star from the night sky and if you're the thief that means," He flipped through more pages before stopping and tapping another picture. "That Gunner is the thief's steed, Striker"

I shook my head lightly. "I don't know Henry..."

"You have to believe it, you just have too"

I glanced at the time before shutting the book over. "You need to get to school"

"But..."

"No, no buts go on; we can talk about this later"

"Alright," He looked up at me as he slid the book into his bag. "But I know you're the thief even if you don't believe it but you will, you'll believe it"

I watched him leave and shook my head lightly leaning against the door frame, my head aching dully again as I surveyed the street, my eyes coming to rest on the white Morgan Mr. Gold owned, he was a man of expensive and exquisite tastes, the Morgan proved that point to a T, it was well groom, immaculate, not a single scratch on the body work and drove like a dream too.

I yawned stretching up touching the wooden top of the door frame before stretching up even higher to touch the stained glass panel of a shooting star above the door, it had been a gift from Mr. Gold, something for my namesake.

I bit back another yawn and glanced around the shop, it was going to be a slow day today, one of those days that next to no one came in meaning I would be bored out of my skull for most of the eight or so hours I needed to be here for.

I sighed heavily pushing the door shut and flipped the sign round, it had indeed been one hell of a long day, a day I had spent on my laptop, thank god for the WIFI installed in the shop. I groaned softly rubbing my eyes and snapped the lid shut before hearing the tinkling of the bell behind me. "Shops closed" I stated not bothering to turn around.

"So I can see"

I turned at the disapproving tone and looked to Regina. "And just, pray do tell, what I can do for you Regina?"

"Henry, where is he?"

"Henry?" I glanced at the clock. "I would assume by this time he would be with Archie"

"Well he's not" She snapped.

"And how the hell am I supposed to know where he is?" I bit back. "I'm not his god damn mother, you are as you love to keep reminding everyone"

She scowled. "Do you know where he is or not?"

"If I knew don't you think I would have told you by now?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my words as I leant back against the counter's edge.

She sighed angrily. "Where is he?"

I rolled my eyes folding my arms over my chest and crossed my legs over each other. "Wouldn't have a fucking clue" Regina and I had gotten along at one point but not anymore, we had our spats at each other and more often than not it would last for days even weeks, we were both great at holding grudges against each other.

"So you honestly have no idea where he's gone?"

I sighed scrubbing my palms over my eyes. "Is that not what I just said about three times now?"

She turned away and headed towards the door striding out without another word, I couldn't help but smirk lightly, it always gave me some form of pleasure to know I managed to get under her skin so easily with just a few words.

I grabbed my things from the counter and headed out to my F1 locking the shop door behind me before sliding into the driver's seat. I jumped slightly seeing Mr. Gold appear in the next to the door and raised my eyebrow slightly. "Can I help you Mr. Gold?"

"I think you can, I need a hand in the store," He nodded towards his pawn store. "It should only take a few minutes then you can be on your merry way back home"

I glanced to the store before nodding and slipped out nudging the door shut before following him over to the pawn store. "So what is it that you need help with?" I asked, the bell tinkling as he opened the door and stepped to the side allowing me in first. Always the gentlemen. I smiled lightly and stepped inside looking around; it had been weeks since I'd last come in to look around, several new items lay around the place. I grinned lightly running my finger over the deep mahogany brown leather bridle, a line of jewels reaching from the brow band to the nose band.

"It's new, found it this morning under a pile of old boxes"

"It's gorgeous," I murmured rubbing one of the deep rubies. It was a large bridle, too large for a normal sized horse but probably just right for Gunner. "It would probably fit Gunner" I stated before rubbing at my temple as pain shot across it.

"Something the matter dear?"

I looked up to him shaking my head. "Just a head ache that won't go away," I glanced around the store. "Now what did you need help with?"

"Oh right," He motioned to the back of the store. "I just need a hand moving some things," He looked to me, hazel irises bearing into my emerald ones. "Too heavy for me to lift on my own you see"

I nodded lightly and took one last look back at the bridle, my head ache subduing slightly as I moved away from it.

"So that bridle," I looked up as I helped move the sheet off the heavy canvas oil painting. "Where'd it come from?"

"Not sure, it was in a box in the corner," Mr. Gold pulled back a blanket to reveal a simple yet elegant English saddle. "This was sitting in the box with it," He said running his fingers over the stitching across the pommel. "Both are beautifully crafted," He looked up. "I thought you might like to try them out on Gunner, see if they fit and all," He chuckled lightly. "If I remember correctly it wasn't that long ago that you were cursing that you couldn't find tack to fit a horse of his size"

I grinned lightly and nodded, cheeks flushing slightly, it had been the last time he'd collected rent, we'd ended up talking and I'd ended up mostly bitching about how hard it was to find tack for Gunner and how the newer tack never seemed to last longer than ten seconds. "Surprised you remember love, it wasn't exactly a memorable conversation"

"Well the conversation might not have been memorable but you indeed are quite memorable"

I lowered my head biting my lower lip as my cheeks flushed again, this time a darker shade of red. "Is that it?" I asked standing up properly, I wanted to leave as fast as I could and forget about even dreaming of flirting with the man in front of me.

"Yes, yes, all done," He nodded lightly. "Thank you for your help Ms. Star"

I nodded. "It's alright," I glanced to the clock on the wall and sighed softly. "Gunner will be doing his nut as soon as I get home, he'll be late having dinner tonight"

"I suspect you will too"

I shrugged lightly. "Gunner comes first, I can worry about myself afterwards" I stated flexing my fingers to ease the cramping.

"Perhaps one afternoon you'll allow me to treat you to dinner?"

My head shot up making the blood pound through my skull driving my head ache even further as I replayed his words in my head. "Uh, sure, I guess so," I wet my lips smiling brightly. "That is only if you don't mind"

"I asked didn't I?"

"That you did love, that you did," I shook my head lightly chuckling softly before straightening up. "I'll see you in the morning Mr. Gold, take care and have a good night"

"You too Ms. Star"

I turned quickly and exited the store pulling the door shut softly behind me before heading back across to my F1 and slipped in before leaning on the steering wheel. What the hell just happened back there? I groaned softly before shaking my head and slipping the key into the ignition throwing one last look to Mr. Gold's pawn store before pulling out to head home.

Ok so I'm going through even more shit now that I was before, apparently I've been an aunt for close to a year now, would have been nice if my brother actually informed me he'd had a kid but anyway, little girl called Hailey, cute little thing too and the next piece of shit is that my father might have cancer, he needs more tests done first, I'm hoping it's not cancer, I might not get along with him at the best of times but he's still my father and I still love him.