A/N: At the guest who reviewed yes you are right, Serafina was born moments before the curse struck and was brought to Storybrooke along with the other inhabitants of the Enchanted Forest and due to being a product of true love she grew, albeit, slowly. I made a mathematical era in the first chapter, Sera was meant to be found wondering along the road in 1998 not 1994, since she's supposed to be eighteen and it's 2012 in the story.

It took Sera longer than she'd like to admit to realize it that it was someone else screaming and not her. Years of being woken by terrified shrieking had left her accustomed to it. It takes her another few seconds to realize there's another voice in the loft that does not belong to the pre-pubescent Henry or the manly deep princely voice of David. Stiffly she discerns it as a woman's voice.

"Is that a burn?" the voice is firm, demanding and laced with concern. Henry lets out an incoherent yelp. "Henry, what's going on?"

Though she'd been offered a bed but she'd opted for the sofa not wishing to sleep in the bed of her sister or disrupt the other sleeping arrangements. She rolled her legs over the side of her bed and lethargically began to drag them along the wooden floor stopping short when she came across, "Gina?" the childish blurb comes hurtling out of her mouth before she could stop it. The Mayor whirled around and a mixed face of confusion drew across her face. She didn't recognize her as the tiny child dressed in clothing that was much too big for her frame clutching the brown teddy bear but her mind didn't linger on her shared past with the Mayor as Henry looked tearfully up at her, his lips frozen in mid-quiver and clutching his arm close to his chest in a protective maneuver.

Moving to her backpack that'd been discarded by the door she pulled out a First Aide Kit, Bash's smug voice singsong in her head, you'll never know when you're gonna need it and didn't bother to acknowledge Regina as she plopped down on Henry's bed and with gentle arms began to smooth cream over it, soothing him as he winced in pain before she began to apply the bandages, a cold hand gripped onto her arm.

"Wait, I wish for Rumpelstiltskin to look at those."

"The imp?" Sera scoffed.

"The magical Imp." And with that she strutted out of the apartment calling over her shoulder, watch him, and slamming the door. As though he were Evan she placed a kiss to his temple.

He flinched away. "Why'd you do that?"

"You're my nephew." She answered simply turning away from him so he could not see the redness that was forming upon her cheeks. Damn being the daughter of Snow White and inheriting the skin as white as snow part. His storybook rested upon the table catching her interest as she ran her fingers along its Gold lettering upon its leather cover. "Emma and I, are we in the book?"

Henry slumped off the bed and ran towards the book, flipping hastily to the end where a few pieces were missing. His fingers ran along the torn edges, thoughtfully, "Emma was but I ripped it out so the Evil Queen, Regina, couldn't know about the Savoir," frowning he regarded her gently, "you weren't mentioned but maybe the writer didn't get the chance to put you in. Not even Grandpa knew about you, he was carrying my baby mom off to the wardrobe, fighting off at least like a dozen guards while doing so!"

She forced a smile upon her face at his enthusiasm. You're not in the book because you're not like them. You're not magical, you're not unnatural, you're not some sort of savoir freak like Emma is. You have a mission. Don't be hurt, don't cry, don't be upset.

Once Upon A Time

"Can I ask you something Mr. er uhm Gold?" Sera asked hastily as she dashed after him, making sure to close the door behind her. The imp, who presently no longer looked impish turned around upon his cane and regarded her with a tight smile that didn't seem to reach his eyes at all. "You prophesized that Em-my sister would be the savoir, would return to Prince Charming and Snow White upon her twenty-eightieth birthday and break the curse did you see anything of me?" Her voice quivered more than she liked it, betraying the turmoil that was eating away at her insides. The jealousy mingling in the bitterness of the thoughts of Emma, the blonde woman whose smiling face taunted her, the woman who'd saved them all, who'd been saved by their parents. "Am I a-

Mr. Gold shook his head and clicked his tongue, "a savoir? No dearie," his head moved in a nearly mechanical eerie manner, "no I saw something much more destructive in your future, what exactly, I assure you I have not a single fathom of an idea."

"Perhaps it means we'll be successful in eradicating magic from this land." Bash whispered into her ear, tightening his grasp around her. They stood just over the Welcome to Storybrooke Sign, his old Saturn parked on the side of the road, and its front door still slung half-open as he'd seen the tears running down her face. "you're nothing of destruction to me," he grazed his hands over her upper arms gently, "you're everything that is pure and light, you must believe that you are a benevolent force in this wicked world, Serafina Marie Wyatt and must not listen to Imps who do not belong here."

She hiccupped slightly as she wiped away the tears that had been dribbling down her face, scowling when she saw the blackness that stained them. Her breathing had evened out somewhat and she let the last sob rack her body before stiffening up and breaking lose of him. "I don't know what overcame me."

"Emotion, Sera. You're allowed to feel something in this mission; you have rather personal ties to it." He chuckled as he shrugged out of his windbreaker and rested it upon her slight shoulders. "The Home office is quite pleased with you, you know? But you must find a way to let outsiders enter the town's borders; it's the motherload of magic, the epicenter."

"I don't know how I would do that. There's some kind of magic and I have no desire to drabble in it. Is there anyway I can do it by myself?"

There was a slightly prideful gleam to his golden eyes. He shook his head, his chestnut curls bouncing along with it. "It's not meant for one person. We must be patient. The answers will come to us."

"Hopefully."

David Nolan's truck puttered up to the town border, his teeth grinding and his hands gripping the wheel so tightly his knuckles were white. He was adorned only in his ratty grey shirt and blue sweats, one of Henry's nightmares had roused him and brought the jovial news that Snow and Emma were indeed alive. Gleefully he'd gone to wake his daughter in a giddy motion he shook the lump of pillows that had been set in her place and felt his stomach sink. She'd been living with him for less than forty-eight hours and had snuck away twice to see this boyfriend of hers, there was a part of him fuming and another part trying to understand.

"There they are!" Henry exclaimed pointing wildly in the direction of the sign but whatever he was seeing David only saw blackness.

Perhaps another side-effect of the curse, deciding not to linger any further upon it he placed the truck into park and climbed out of it. Feeling quite foolish he began to shout in the direction of where Henry had pointed. "Sera, I get that you're legally an adult but this whole sneaking off in the middle of the night, it can't happen…," tersely he added, "sweetheart," the term of endearment was perhaps a bit too much. He could hear a suckling in of breathe from one person and the other person chuckled, a manly chuckle. "you can see your boyfriend but it has to be during reasonable hours, like daylight to dusk, not nearly three am."

"I think you should go back, Sera." Bash whispered.

David tried his best to ignore the sound of kissing between the pair. He could feel the heat burning in his cheeks, she's not a baby, and he tries to reason with himself but to no avail. The murderous thoughts of running this Bash through with a sword still chorused throughout his mind and were only interrupted when Sera reappears over the border, jubilantly walking and to rather his surprise she wrapped her arms around his middle and buried her head into his chest. She was considerably petite seemingly she hadn't inherited his height but rather took after his mother, Ruth, who he'd figured would be around the same height. Revealing in the warmth, he wrapped around arm around her torso, resting his chin upon her head and used his other hand to cradle her head of ebony curls.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled into his chest. "I haven't had parents, someone I had to obey, and someone who I could disappoint in a long time."

"You could never disappoint me." He whispered reassuringly. The embrace lasted only mere seconds later, she broke away first, offering him a sheepish smile before interlocking her arm into his and tugging him along to the truck.