Chapter Two! Enjoy! =)

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"Rumple, what are you doing?" Belle's disapproving tone was almost panicked.

'Rumple' simply looked at her as they appeared in front of a door in a puff of smoke.

"She's a thief" he answered diligently.

"She's homeless!" she half shouted back.

He simply scoffed and went to knock when the door was opened by a smaller woman with a kind round face and short cut black hair.

"Hi Belle. Rumplestiltskin. What can I do for you?"

Rumplestiltskin replaced his hand on his cane as he addressed this new face.

"Mary-Margaret, we were wondering if your daughter was with you at this present time?"

Mary-Margaret's brow dipped low in confusion "Uh, yeah. She's right here"

She opened the door further to allow them access to what appeared to be a Loft apartment.
Rumplestiltskin gripped Watcher's arm fiercely as he unfroze her and dragged her through the door to be met with more faces.
This time a man, a boy and a blonde woman.

"Miss Swan, I believe you were on the hunt for a thief"

He threw Watcher forward unceremoniously as the blonde moved forward

"Yeah, but only food was stolen, so it doesn't really fit into the category of a major crime"

He nodded at her sentence "I thought you might say that, which is why I brought her to the Saviour. She's not from Storybrooke"

Watcher shoved her hands in her pockets and smiled at Miss Swan, thoroughly enjoying the way this situation was all unravelling.

"I'm still kinda hungry, any chance of something to eat?"

The boy snorted with mirth, which turned into a 'vicious cough' as the blonde gave him a look.
The man also sniggered but was silenced by Mary-Margaret who linked their arms after slapping said arm, an indication to shut up.

Swan started to circle Watcher "So, where you from?"

Watcher focused her gaze on the wall opposite "Australia, New South Wales, Sydney"

"That's a long way away"

"It's a long,long dimension away"

Swan stopped behind her when she heard this "Dimension? You're from another world?"

With pursed lips Watcher looked over her shoulder at the blonde "If I wasn't, I'd be wearing better than this"

She pulled at her hoodie showing the tears and ground in dirt that seemed to be accumulating a growth

"And I said Dimension"

This time the man spoke up "If you're from another dimension, how did you get here?"

Her gaze returned to the wall "A dimensional portal opened up in my room and sucked me in. I found myself a few meters away from the town line"

the boy decided to pipe in at that time "So you were sucked into a portal and deposited in Storybrooke-"

"Outside Storybrooke, the other side of the line"

"-Outside Storybrooke" he continued
"You wandered into town and started breaking into houses and stealing food?"

Watcher looked to him lazily a small grin playing on her lips "Hey, a girls gotta eat"

He nodded at her "So, what's your name?"

"The Watcher, what's yours?"

He looked slightly taken back at her forwardness "Henry. What kinda name is Watcher?"

"One that's individual"

He grinned up at her, as she did him, and tossed her an apple which she bit into gleefully, saluting him in thanks.

Swan pulled back her attention.

"What're you doing here? Why didn't you go in the other direction? I didn't think anyone could see past the Town line from the other side"

"I don't know, I guess I'm just following the story" she shot back sarcastically, though it was actually a half truth.

There was a shuffling noise as Rumplestiltskin limped into her view, staring down at her.

She could see the gears turning in his brain...either that or the hamster was working over time.

"The Watcher? Or A Watcher?" he hesitated

"This is an honour. But what is one of you doing here? Last time I checked you lot didn't exactly make yourselves public"

Watcher smirked crooked, cocking an eyebrow at his perceptiveness, but remained quiet.

Mary-Margaret's timid voice spoke up from behind him "What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

Rumplestiltskin turned to face her. "A Watcher follows the story. They usually don't appear in other dimensions, preferring to stay in their own and watching the 'stories' unfold from there. But they have the means to travel between them. They're very hard to track down, if they ever do drop in. They keep quiet, keep to themselves.
They're sort of a cross between a Conscious and The Fates of Greek Mythology. Not much is really known about them. I only know from what I've read and that wasn't even much. They don't have any personal magic, so they're really just like everyone else. Which is why it's so difficult to find them"

Watcher's smirk widened "Actually, were more of a guide. We try to guide people on the path of how the story is meant to unfold. Acting as a 'Conscious', as you put it, to guide them into the decision that benefits the play out."

She stared at their dumbfounded faces.

"I don't understand" the man voiced.

"It is difficult to explain and understand" she told them, but she tried her hardest to explain it better.

"We have people who create the idea of a reality and bring it to life. We call them Creators...aptly named I know. Then there are Scriptors who create the stories and the Watchers, who observe the stories and make sure they play out as they're supposed to. You guys still have free will and all, so you can fall off the path of the story from time to time. That's where people like me come into it. But I got bored. I've been to so many places and seen so many lives and stories..."

She let her sentence hang for a second, wearing a saddened expression

"Eventually it gets to you. I purposely broke the rules"

Swan came around Rumplestiltskin allowing this information to slowly sink in

"Wait, wait, Creators, Scriptors, Watchers? Are you saying that you're some sort of God or something"

Watcher blinked. A sickening sensation settling in her stomach.

"No! We're anything but! Creators are what you would call Directors and Scriptors are basically Script Writers here. That's the easiest I can explain it"

Henry spoke up again "So, basically, you're like Hollywood"

"I guess so, but it's more of a dimension of Hollywood and we have more reason and power behind what we do"

The room just stared at her in disbelief.

"I'm not here to take anyone or hurt anyone, so you have nothing to worry about"

She turned to the man standing next to Mary-Margaret and moved forward, hand extended to shake.
"I don't believe we've been formally introduced. I realise you know my name but I don't know yours"

He looked at her hand before looking her in the eye and placing his hand in hers.

"David"

'Ah, Prince Charming'

Mary-Margaret moved to Swan "Emma? What do you think?"

'So her name's Emma. Emma Swan, rings well'

Emma paused staring at the smaller woman before looking to Watcher again, looking at her hard in focus.

'Her 'Super Power''

"I don't know" she finally stated.

Watcher rolled her eyes and held out her arms to Emma.

"Just stick me in a cell, we can figure this out later"

Emma moved towards Watcher, pulling her cuffs off her belt and placing them around the others wrists

"You're an odd one, aren't you"

"I was odd even in my home dimension"

Emma led her from the Loft, to the stairwell and eventually to the car on the street, the others remaining in the Loft gazing through windows.

As the car pulled away Belle finally spoke for the first time since entering the Loft, voicing the thought that was on everyone's mind.

"Just wait until Regina finds out"