A/N: Hi guys! Yes, I said chapter 12 would be the last chapter, but there were many people asking for a sequel, so I thought: Yeah, I can write that for you guys. I had some free time (still one exam to go tho, but already went through the most difficult ones), so here it is: your sequel and guess what? Just part one! So there is coming another chapter for you guys. I still want to thank you for your reviews, your follows and you favoriting! Thank you so so so much, you guys make me really happy... I hope you enjoy this chapter as much as the story and let me know what you think!

I have been doing this my whole life: searching people and finding them to lock them up. I have been searching for so many people, yet I didn't find the one I'm actually searching: someone to spend my life with, someone worth fighting for. And yes, of course I think it is a bit sad I never had the chance to settle down with anyone. If this person might have been in my life the moment I was pregnant, I would have kept the little boy I carried nine months in my belly, but I hadn't been so lucky. Yet I hope he had been lucky and I hope he found a loving family who cares about him, who gives him everything he needs, I hope he had a great life. At moments like this, when I was sitting in the restaurant with a guy I met on the internet (of course I knew who he was, I found him because I searched for him) I didn't think about those things, but when I come home, get my cupcake, a little birthday candle on top of it, and I look at it, I feel the loneliness and I just wish I wasn't alone on this day, on my twenty-eighth birthday.

At the moment I did so, when I blew out the candle on my cupcake, someone knocked on my appartements door. I opened the door and I saw a little boy, not older than ten years old.

"Are you Emma Swan?" he asked me, his eyes wide and big, looking up at me. He was quite adorable.

"Yes, I am, what are you doing here, kid?" I asked back, looking down while standing in the doorway. Before I knew what was happening, he was standing in my apartment, making himself comfortable on my couch. I turned around confused.

"Hey kid, you can't just walk in and make yourself comfortable. I don't even know who you are, should I call the cops?"

"Don't, if you do, I tell them you kidnapped me", he said in a certain voice.

"You wouldn't", I tried.

He looked me straight in the eyes, eyes I recognized but I couldn't tell from where: "Watch me." And I knew he spoke the truth.

"Alright, kid, what do you want?"

I leaned back into the couch when I took place in the other one on the other side. The boy wore designer clothes, could talk himself right out of things in no time and he was almost reckless. I could tell by the way he was behaving, and I could tell he wasn't an orphan, I could tell he lived with someone who loved him and spoiled him.

"I want you to come home with me", he said, "You are the only one who can break the curse, you must come with me."

"Wow kid, I don't have to do anything, just so you know. Where do you live? I'm calling the cops."

"Don't", I looked at him, "I'll seriously tell them you kidnapped me. I only tell you where I live if you take me there."

I sighed, knowing he wasn't going to give up anytime soon: "Alright, I'll bring you."

"Great!" He jumped out of the couch, I took my leather jacket, my keys and went to the door, hold it open for the little boy and closed it behind me. Not knowing what kind of adventure and future was ahead of me. Not expecting anything from this trip to his house.

"And where do you life, Kid? I don't even know your name for fucks sake!"

"Storybrooke, and my name is Henry Mills, I also am your son."

"Storybrooke… and you are WHAT?!"

He smiled at me and began to explain everything.

Alright, everything seems to make perfect sense: he indeed was ten years old and ten years ago, I gave a boy up for adoption, hoping he wouldn't become a foster child. My wish seemed to come true: he lived with his mom in a mansion in a little town called Storybrooke. This actually made sense, the things he said afterwards, made a little less sense. He told me about another land called the Enchanted Forest, where I used to live, where his mom was the Evil Queen who fell in love with me and I had to save the town with 'true love', like something ridiculous as that existed. The boy had a very lively fantasy and I didn't want to crash his dreams, so I just went along with it.

When, after a long ride, we finally arrived in the town, he guided me directly to the mansion. I parked in front of it and the front door swung open in just second.

"Henry! I was so worried, please, never run away again!" She ran up to him and hugged him very tightly, than she looked up at me and just for a moment, she seemed to be paralyzed, it was just a moment, but long enough for me to notice. She looked me in the eyes, and I really knew these eyes were familiar to me, in another way than Henry's were, but they were familiar.

"I assume you brought my son back home? Thank you very much, I'd love to invite you inside for a glass of the best appelcider you ever tasted", she smiles and looks at me pretty hopefully.

"I'd love that", I answered, "Emma Swan", I introduced myself, sticking my hand out.

"So rude of me, of course, Regina Mills, I'm the mayor of this town", she accepted the handshake and I felt something in my body warming up like it never did before, I didn't want to let go of her hand and yet I knew I had to, so I did, unwillingly.

Regina, I know that name...

"After you", she signed to the door and I went through the door into the mansion.

I took a good look at the inside of the mansion: "You live very nicely, much space", I told her.

"Yes, indeed, sometimes I think it would be nice if there would live a third person in this house, it would be less lonely. Of course, I have Henry, but when he's gone, it's quite big for me alone."

I nodded in understanding, yes, I understood that perfectly, I already had this feeling in my little apartment, this must feel like a castle if you were alone. I followed the dark haired woman into the living room where I sat down on the couch. Not much later she came running with two glasses and a bottle of apple cider. I drank mine in almost one gulp.

"Looks like you needed it?" she asked when she saw I downed my glass already.

"Kind of", I shrugged, "I mean, maybe you would need it too… Your son told me, when I was driving him home, he's the boy I gave p for adoption ten years ago. I don't know how he knows, because the record was sealed, but everything he says just… makes sense… His birthdate, his eyes, his looks… It just makes sense."

"I don't know how he knows and I'm sorry he wanted to find you, but I'm glad he did because otherwise who knows where he would have been right now? Thank you so much, really…" the brunette said quite softly. I recognized this voice, I really did. I also couldn't help but look at her: she is gorgeous! How was it even possible this woman didn't have a husband? Time to ask.

"No problem, really… I just.. Sorry for asking, but did you raise him alone? No man in your life?"

She laughed and looked at me playfully: "Yes, I raised him alone, no man in my life indeed as I'm not interested in them."

I might have a chance with this woman if I don't mess up...