Chapter 7: Friendships

"Regina? Are you here?" Diana's voice echoed throughout the abandoned library.

Sitting up, Regina smiled as she called out: "I'm in the office."

A few seconds later, Diana appeared in the doorway. She smiled before hurrying over, hugging Regina. "I've missed you."

"I missed you too," she replied, cupping the back of Diana's head. She held her close as she said: "I've brought something for you."

Diana gasped, pulling back as her blue eyes widened. "What is it?"

Regina smiled and pulled out a Tupperware container. She opened the lid and pulled out a chocolate cupcake with orange icing. "To celebrate Halloween."

"This looks delicious!" Diana picked up the cupcake and gave her a big smile. "Thank you so much!"

"You're welcome," Regina said, leaning back in her chair. "So, what are you dressing up as for Halloween?"

Diana beamed. "Mom compromised. I get a break from my almost ten year Snow White streak and get to go as Red Riding Hood instead."

"You want to go as someone who ate her own boyfriend?" Regina teased her.

"I really want to go as you. Well, Queen Regina," Diana replied, tapping the book. "I knew Mom would never go for that so I figured some compromise was in order. Red Riding Hood is her best friend, even here in Storybrooke."

Regina flipped through a few pages in the book until she got to Red Riding Hood's story. She studied the image there, of a young woman with long hair dressed in a peasant's shirt and skirt but wearing a beautiful red cloak. The face, hair and proclivity for wearing red all seemed familiar to her. Really familiar.

"Is that Ruby Lucas?" she asked. "The gossip columnist from the Daily Mirror?"

Diana nodded. "She and Mom are really close, even with the curse. I also think she might be Mom's personal spy."

"A spy? Really?" Regina asked, raising her eyebrow. "She writes gossip."

"Exactly. She knows what everybody in town is doing and while she hides it in vague terms in print, she tells Mom who each item is about," Diana explained.

Panic gripped Regina. She had been trying to keep her investigation quiet and wasn't ready for the whole town to know she had a baby she herself didn't even know about. But what if Ruby already knew about it? What if she told the whole town?

"Regina? Is something wrong?" Diana asked, concerned.

"Not really," she lied, not wanting to worry the girl with her own paranoia. She glanced at the book and thought about Queen Regina, who had no friends and could only trust her father. Regina certainly could commiserate, though she didn't even have a parent she could trust. She did have Sister Astrid and Granny, though wasn't sure she could consider them friends.

Diana tilted her head. "Are you sad because you don't have any friends here in Storybrooke?"

Regina winced. Sometimes the girl was a little too blunt. But she herself had told Diana she had no family and friends, so perhaps it was a fair question. "A bit," she finally said.

"It's not fair that the curse made you feel alone," Diana replied, scowling. For a moment, Regina could see a resemblance between them.

Shaking that moment off, she shrugged before reaching out to take the girl's hand. "I'm not alone. I have you."

Diana beamed and Regina smiled as well, warmed by the girl's happiness. She then turned her attention back to the book. "Though I guess I do feel for Queen Regina in the book. She doesn't seem to have many friends either," she said.

"What part are you up to?" Diana asked, moving closer now that she had finished her cupcake.

"Regina has just convinced the Genie to kill Leopold for her," Regina explained. "And she's conspiring with the Huntsman to kill Snow White."

Diana nodded. "So she's also met Maleficent, right?"

"Yes," Regina said, thinking of how her storybook counterpart had snapped the Sleeping Beauty enemy from a slump following her defeat. It did seem that the two were friendly after that, though the book didn't mention much more of Maleficent after that. She told that to Diana.

"Yeah, she wasn't in it as much," Diana agreed. "But you two were friends...of sort."

Regina frowned. "That's...something? I guess."

"You also get a lot of friends later in the story," Diana continued. "And even a best friend!"

"Let me guess," Regina replied, amused. "Your father."

Diana paused. "Well, I guess he counts too. But there's also someone else who becomes your best friend."

"Oh, really? Who?"

"You'll just have to wait to find out," the girl said cryptically. "If I tell you, then it will give away who my dad is. They're pretty closely linked."

Regina rolled her eyes. "Fine but this story is detailed. It's taking a long time to read it."

"That's okay," Diana replied. She moved even closer to Regina. "Do you want to continue reading it now?"

Considering what part she was up to, Regina shook her head. Instead, she ran her fingers through Diana's hair and changed the subject. "Your hair is straight today."

"Yeah," Diana replied with a sigh. "Apparently my freedoms can't occur simultaneously. They have to trade off with each other. Since Mom let me have control over my Halloween costume, she took back control over my hair."

"I doubt it's about control," Regina said, though she didn't believe herself. The memory of Mayor Nolan threatening her flashed through her mind and she just knew a woman like that liked to control everything around her.

Diana shrugged. "I also think she doesn't like my curls because they remind her of you."

Regina reached up and stroked her own curls. That statement seemed like a good segue back into Diana's favorite topic-her belief that Regina was her real mother. She wasn't in much of a mood to argue with the girl so she decided to change the subject. "You know what? I could use your help with something."

"Really?" Diana perked up, her eyes shining. "What is it?"

"Well, my baking business is really taking off. I think it's time I gave it a name," she said. She really couldn't use the name she used in all her business proposals-Regina's Bakery-since she didn't have a bakery. It meant she would need a whole new name and she wanted it to be creative but significant.

Diana bounced in her chair. "That's a great idea! And you want my help?"

Regina nodded, smiling. "Of course I do. You helped me gather the courage to pursue it on my own."

"I did?" Diana asked, tilting her head in confusion. "How?"

"Well, you were the first one to tell me that my baking was really good…"

"Amazing!" Diana corrected. "Your baking is amazing."

Regina paused before chuckling, making the amendment. "That my baking is amazing. And because you also gave me this."

She tapped the cover of the storybook. Diana glanced at it before looking back up at her. "How did the book help?"

"I think reading about the other Regina made me want to be braver, to take control of my life-something she couldn't do for a long time," Regina explained.

Diana grinned. "Then you should choose your business' name from the storybook!"

"Great idea," Regina replied, opening the book. "Maybe some reference to Hansel and Gretel? The Gingerbread House?"

"I wouldn't go there. You hated the Blind Witch and have a not-so-great history with Hansel and Gretel," Diana said, scrunching up her nose.

"Oh," Regina replied, wondering what other stories awaited her in the book. She reminded herself to focus on the task at hand, though, as Diana would have to go home soon.

Recalling that Queen Regina would become the Evil Queen from Snow White, she then asked: "What about something with apples? Or True Love...something?"

Diana tapped her chin with her finger before shaking her head. "I think we may be overthinking this."

"You do?" Regina asked, amused.

Nodding, Diana closed the book and tapped the table. "I think you should call it Once Upon a Time Treats."

Regina considered it, not completely loving it but feeling they were on the right track. "That sounds like a mouthful. Maybe we can shorten it?"

"That's probably a good idea," Diana agreed. "Do you have anything in mind?"

Glancing at the cover, Regina grinned as it clicked for her. "Once Upon a Treat."

Diana gasped. "That's perfect!"

"Then we're agreed," Regina replied, wrapping her arm around the girl. "My business is Once Upon a Treat."

"You should get business cards," Diana told her.

She chuckled, making a mental list of all the things her growing business would need. "I will, don't worry. Thank you. For everything."

"You're welcome," Diana replied, hugging her properly. "I can't wait until you have a store of your own."

"I still don't think that's going to happen," Regina admitted, thinking of all the times she had been turned down for a permit. "But I'm happy with my business as it is."

Diana nodded, leaning against her. Regina brushed the girl's hair back from her face, watching as her eyes closed. "This is nice."

"It is," Regina agreed. "But I'm afraid it has to end."

The girl groaned. "This sucks. We never have enough time together."

Regina had to agree with that. "I know, but we'll have no time if your mother finds out what we're doing. She'll lock both of us up-you in your room and me in prison."

"Yeah," Diana replied before sighing. "This curse is totally not fair."

"I'm sure things will get better soon," Regina tried to reassure her, even though she didn't completely believe it herself. After all, they weren't living in some fairy tale and they really wasn't a curse that would break, leading them to live happily ever after.

"I hope so." Diana raised her head and stood. "Thank you for the cupcake. I loved it."

Regina stood as well, giving the girl another hug. "I'm glad. While I'm not going to stuff you with sweets, expect little surprises like that from time to time."

"You sounded like a mom there," Diana said, looking up at her. "Making sure I don't overdo the sweets."

Chuckling, Regina added: "And don't forget to eat your veggies. And brush your teeth."

"Okay, okay," Diana replied, pulling away while rolling her eyes. "You're going a little overboard now."

Regina stroked her hair. "I couldn't help myself. But really, be safe going home. Okay?"

Diana nodded as she picked up her bag. "I will. Thank you, Regina."

She left the library and Regina plopped back down in the chair. With her new business now having a name, she decided to spend some time with her doppelganger's story. She picked up the storybook, opened it to where she left off and started to read.

After the Huntsman was dragged from her room, Regina let out a primal scream and threw the heart he had tried to pass off as Snow White's into the fire. She then began pacing, wondering what to do next. The brat would die-she would make certain of it.

"Someone's in a mood," a familiar voice said, interrupting Regina's musing. She looked up to find a blonde-haired woman dressed in opulent black and purple robes approaching her, a black headdress with obsidian horns nestled amongst her curls.

Regina tilted her head. "Maleficent, what are you doing here?"

"I heard about your husband," her friend and former mentor said. She smirked. "I figured you would be celebrating. Why aren't you?"

"Snow White," Regina replied, huffing.

Maleficent nodded. "Of course. You don't want to look disrespectful in front of his daughter. She might become suspicious."

"She's not here," Regina told her. "I sent her away."

"Then why is she dampening your celebration?" her friend asked, lounging on a nearby couch.

Regina sat down in a nearby chair, slouching a bit. She explained her plan to kill Snow White and how it all went wrong. Huffing, she asked: "I don't get it. How does she get everyone who meets her to want to give her everything she wants?"

Especially when all Regina ever inspires in people is the desire for them to use her for their own ends.

Mal shrugged. "Maybe she was born with magic and casts a spell with her big green eyes, endearing smile and sweet voice?"

"She's not a siren, Mal," Regina replied, scowling at the sorceress. At least, I don't think she is...

"I was joking with you," Mal said, rolling her eyes. "Clearly you're not in the mood for that."

Regina shot her a withering look. "My best chance at getting justice for Daniel just slipped through my fingers. What kind of mood do you think I'm in?"

Mal held up her hands. "Fair point. All I was saying was that Snow White has charisma, drawing people to her and making them trust her easily."

"What's the opposite of charisma?" Regina asked, her heart sinking. "Because I clearly have that as people tend to overlook me."

"It's not you," Mal assured her. Or at least, she tried to. Regina, though, was not in much of a mood to be reassured.

She shook her head. "It has to be. No one at court has ever noticed me. Even the soldiers and courtiers I've seduced I've had to work to catch their attention. What is it about me?"

"Nothing," Mal told her. "It's everyone else."

"That's pretty trite. Especially for you," Regina shot back.

Mal chuckled. "I guess so, but what I meant is that you've been surrounded by people with more charisma than you. Your mother, Leopold, Snow. Now, they are all gone."

"Snow isn't gone," Regina reminded her.

"Is she around here?" Mal asked, stretching out her arms and sweeping them to indicate the palace. "No. It's now just you. That means it's your time to shine."

Regina leaned back, considering Mal's words. She conjured up a glass of wine as she remembered her mother telling her that the people would never love her. Now that Leopold was dead and Snow soon to be, the people would have no choice but to love her. Especially if she continued to keep herself above suspicions in the deaths of the king and his daughter.

"You know what?" she asked, sipping her wine. "I think you're right. I just have to get rid of Snow White for good."

"If you need any help, you know how to reach me," Mal replied, standing. "And next time, share your wine."

Regina smirked as she took another sip, watching Mal disappear in a cloud of magic. As it died down, she considered her friend's offer. While Maleficent was a powerful sorceress who had many spells at her disposal, Regina knew that she had to defeat Snow on her own. She owed it to Daniel.

"Soon, my love," she said, reaching up to grasp the ring she had taken to wearing around her neck again. "You will be avenged and Snow White will be gone. I promise."

Regina entered Granny's, hearing the bell announce her arrival. Several patrons looked up but most turned away once they saw who entered, not necessarily bothered by her presence. It seemed that she was becoming just another patron to them and that felt wonderful to Regina. She even endured Leroy's stink-eye, knowing he was in the minority and not the majority.

"Good afternoon, Regina," Granny greeted as she approached the counter. "What can I get you today?"

"I'm in the mood for one of your delicious hamburgers," Regina replied, her stomach growling. She gave Granny her order and then went to take a seat at one of the tables, carrying a glass of water with her.

Regina settled at a table near the door and pulled out the Daily Mirror. She usually only eyeballed the newspaper but now that she knew the mayor was good friends with its gossip columnist, she wanted to keep an eye on it. The last thing she needed was for the town to know she was looking for a baby she may have secretly birthed and given up for adoption. She could only imagine the field day they would have-especially when it came out that she didn't remember any of it.

She also didn't need the mayor knowing about it. Mayor Nolan would no doubt misconstrue it and believe Regina was giving credence to Diana's theory that she really was the girl's mother. If the mayor found out, she would probably double down on her efforts to keep Diana from Regina and shut down Regina's attempts to find the truth about her baby to further dissuade Diana from her theory.

"I didn't think you would be one to read my granddaughter's trashy column."

Granny's voice startled Regina and she let the newspaper fall to the table. She looked up to find the older woman glowering down, though she wasn't sure if it was at her or the newspaper. Regina swallowed and said: "I'm just making sure I'm not in it. It would be the last thing I need."

"Of course," the older woman said, her expression and tone softening as she addressed Regina. It then grew harsh again as she jabbed the newspaper. "If she does write anything that sounds like it could be you, let me know. I'll go give her a piece of my mind."

Regina smiled softly, touched by how protective Granny was over her. "Thank you. I appreciate that."

Granny shook her head. "It's the least I can do. When she got the job at the newspaper, I thought she'd be an award-winning journalist. Instead she peddles gossip. I always worried she was too involved in it when she worked here but I never thought it would reach this level."

"I, um…" Regina didn't know what to say. She knew Granny had a tense relationship with Ruby since her granddaughter became a teenager. Ruby was like a lot of other teenagers in this town-wanting to break out of the small hamlet, explore the world and live a more exciting life. Granny had hoped Ruby would learn to run the diner so that she could keep the business in the family but it was not to be. They had an explosive fight and Ruby had stormed out, throwing her waitress apron into the firepit Granny lit during the summer months. A few days later, Sidney Glass hired her at the Daily Mirror and soon, her gossip column had been born.

Ruby and Granny hadn't spoken since then.

It had to pain Granny to be estranged from her only family. Regina's heart broke for her and she reached out to take the woman's hand. "I'm sorry that things are so tense between you two," she said softly.

"Thank you," Granny said. She took a deep breath and forced a smile. "But you don't need my problems on top of yours. Enjoy your burger."

Granny walked away and Regina picked up the burger, taking a bite. She closed her eyes as she chewed, enjoying the taste of the burger and all the condiments on it. Regina swallowed and took another bite, turning the pages of the newspaper as she did so. With each bite, she scanned the stories for anything interesting.

She stopped when she saw an article about Halloween. The Brunt family was throwing a large party at the Storybrooke Rec Center for the children in the town and were asking for volunteers to help. For a moment, she considered it until she realized that Diana would most likely go to that-along with her mother. She doubted Mayor Nolan would be happy to see her at an event where Diana was in attendance. It was best that she stayed away for now.

Maybe next year.

Regina folded up the newspaper and went to finish her burger. She heard the door ring as someone entered the diner but didn't pay them much mind. Just a few more bites and she would be ready to head home. She debated getting a milkshake to go, knowing it would soon be too cold for them.

As she swallowed the last bite of hamburger, she felt someone approach her table. Whoever it was pulled out the chair across from her and sat down. "Regina Mills?" a woman asked.

Looking up, Regina found a woman about her age sitting across from her. She had dark hair that hung over a shoulder in a braid and friendly dark brown eyes, all of which went perfectly with her tanned complexion. Her black coat was unbuttoned, revealing a dark green sweater paired with a white scarf. Regina was certain she had never seen her before and grew defensive, wondering what she wanted and hoping she didn't work for the mayor.

The woman grew nervous. "You're not Regina, are you? Oh god, I was worried this would happen. You must think I'm so weird! I'm sorry, I'll just go…"

"No, wait," Regina said, reaching out to stop the woman as she started to stand. "I am Regina Mills."

Relief filled the woman's face and she sat down. "Oh, thank god! I've been looking everywhere for you!"

That surprised Regina. It also made her suspicious. "You have? Why?"

"Well, let me start by introducing myself." The woman held out her hand. "I'm Miriam Woods."

"Nice to meet you," Regina replied, shaking her hand. She still didn't know why this woman was looking for her, though.

Miriam took a deep breath. "I'm going to make this as quick as possible. I'm opening Sherwood Cafe and Caterers and my first big job is the Halloween party at the rec center. I can handle all parts of the order...except for the desserts. The pastry chef I was going to partner with just flaked out on me so I need someone to make the desserts. I had one of your cupcakes at a party and it was amazing. So I'm hoping that you will at least partner with me for this party. Please?"

She paused, breathing heavily. Regina gaped at her, processing what she had said. Miriam was offering her a chance to work a major party. She could get so much more business from it, growing her profits and making her even more successful.

"Well?" Miriam asked, looking very hopeful.

"I think it's a great opportunity," Regina replied, holding out her hand again. "You've got yourself a partner."

Relief filled Miriam's eyes as she shook Regina's hand. "Oh, thank you! You're a real lifesaver."

"So, what do you need?" she asked, already starting to make a list of the ingredients she would need to buy and how long it would take her to make everything.

Miriam jotted something down on a napkin and handed it to her. "This is the address to my cafe. You can come by here in a couple days. I have the order and we can discuss the ingredients you'll need me to purchase."

That surprised Regina. "You'll get them?"

"Of course," Miriam replied. "The Brunts paid for whatever my partner and I would need. So I will go shopping for you. And you can use my kitchen to make everything. Plenty of room."

Regina felt like she was dreaming and she didn't want to wake up. "That sounds amazing."

"Great!" Miriam picked up her bag, smiling at Regina. "Louis, I think this might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship."

"Who is Louis?" Regina asked, frowning.

"It's from Casablanca," Miriam replied. "Humphrey Bogart's Rick says it to Claude Rains' Louis at the end."

Regina's mind continued to draw a blank and she stared at Miriam, admitting: "None of that meant anything to me."

Miriam gasped before shaking her head. "We need to introduce you to some classic movies. Maybe we can work on that after Halloween."

"Yeah, sure," Regina replied. Her heart hammered in her chest as she tried not to get her hopes up. It was likely that this relationship would just last for the Halloween party and not become anything more but she couldn't help but hope that maybe, just maybe, Miriam could be her friend.

Miriam checked her watch and made a face. "Shoot, I need to meet a vendor. I'll see you soon?"

Regina nodded. "Can't wait."

"Neither can I." Miriam hurried toward the door. She paused to wave to Regina before she left the diner.

"So you're going to work for the competition, huh?" Granny asked, picking up Regina's plates.

Panic filled Regina. She didn't want to upset Granny when she had something of a relationship with her. "It's just one party. I don't think anything will come of it. If you want…"

Granny held up her hand. "I was just teasing you, Regina. I think this is a wonderful opportunity for you."

"Thank you, Granny," she said, relief spreading through her. "I think this could be the start of big things for Once Upon a Treat."

"Is that your business name?" Granny asked.

Regina nodded proudly. "I figured I should have one if everyone keeps ordering from me."

"Good call," Granny replied. "And I think it's a great name."

"Thank you," Regina replied, beaming. She was glad others liked her business' name as well.

Granny placed a hand on her shoulder. "I hope things work out and you can establish a good partnership with Miriam. She's a good person and I know her cafe is going to do well."

"Rooting for the competition?" Regina asked her, raising her eyebrow as she gave the woman a cheeky smile.

"Eh, she's not much of competition," Granny replied. "She's going to be focusing on coffee and pastries as well as some Spanish food. I think that will be the bigger draw. Besides, this town may be small, but there's room for more than one restaurant."

Regina was impressed. "That's very reasonable."

"It happens from time to time," Granny joked. "And it doesn't mean that Miriam and I won't indulge in some good-natured smack talking."

She promised to bring Regina the check and walked away. Regina finished up her drink as she smiled, hoping that everything worked out with Miriam. Not only would it help her business, it would be nice to have a friend. She let her mind wander as she thought of everything she could do with a friend-go shopping, watch movies, go on trips, eat out together, talk, laugh, cry, and so much more. Regina was tired of being alone and she was ready for a change.

She was ready for a friend.

Regina doublechecked the address Miriam had given her. She looked over the corner storefront, the windows covered with paper and everything looking dark inside when she glanced through the door. Biting her lip, she stepped up to it and knocked, her stomach twisting in knots. What if this was an elaborate joke after all? Just another time she got her hopes up and the universe slapped her back down?

Movement caught her eye and her heart slowed down as she watched Miriam approach the door. The other woman smiled at her as she unlocked it, opening it. "Come on in! Sorry about the mess. I'm still renovating."

"That's okay," Regina said, noticing the tools and workbenches around the room. They were mixed in with tarp covered tables. Sawdust covered the floor and she could see Miriam's shoe prints in it. "How much longer until you can open?"

"I'm hoping before the holidays," Miriam replied, leading Regina to the back. "But it might really be in the New Year. But my kitchens are up and running, so I can at least take holiday orders. That's a start, right?"

Regina was about to agree when her voice failed her. She stopped as she took in Miriam's kitchen, amazed by the sight. Clean, stainless steel counters stretched out before her and a row of industrial ovens and stoves sat behind them. Utensils and appliances sat on shelves, all waiting to be used. It certainly was a step up from her small kitchen.

"Impressive, huh?" Miriam asked, sounding amused. When Regina turned her head, she saw the other woman's proud smile. Still unable to speak, she just slowly nodded.

Miriam moved forward, spreading out her arms. "Feel free to consider this kitchen yours as well."

"Thank you," Regina said, finally recovering her voice. "This is...amazing. I don't know how I can ever repay you."

"No need to do that. I figure we're helping each other expand our business. And I was hoping that if all goes well, we might be able to partner in the future," Miriam said, looking a bit sheepish as she said that last part.

Regina's heart skipped a beat. "You mean it?"

Miriam nodded. "I do. I'm a pretty good chef but not a pastry one and I need one if I want to compete with Granny's and set myself apart."

"Well, I guess I should start proving myself," Regina replied, putting down her bag and taking off her coat. "Though, isn't it too early to start making things for the party? It's still over a week away."

"True, but I want you to be comfortable in the kitchen. So today is really a tour and maybe you can make something small just to practice," Miriam suggested. "And if there's anything you can prepare in advance, feel free to let me know. I'll open this place up and you can get some work done."

Regina felt like she had died and gone to heaven. "That sounds great. So, is there anything you want?"

"Well, we're approaching the holidays. And the holidays always mean pies. You feel up to making a pie?" Miriam asked.

"Do you have a preference?" Regina asked with a grin. "I can make apple, blueberry or pumpkin."

Miriam thought about it for a moment before answering: "Apple!"

"Okay," Regina replied as she leaned against the counter. "I'm going to make you the best apple pie you've ever tasted."

Snow was cold and wet. Her stomach hurt from lack of food and she hadn't had a proper sleep in weeks. It was a far cry from the life she was used to, where her greatest worry was if she could get a chance to ride her beloved horse in between her lessons and spending time with her father. She had lived in a palace where a servant lit a fire for her, brought her food, laid out her clothes, and made certain she wanted for nothing.

Looking around at the wall of trees surrounding her, she frowned. When they had traveled to the summer palace in the past, it always felt like they traveled through many villages to get there. Why hadn't she encountered one yet? She knew that if she entered one, she would be given food and shelter by her father's subjects.

Her subjects.

Fighting the haze in her mind, she tried to recall the path the Huntsman had taken her. She should've known something was wrong when he had insisted they walk rather than take a carriage or even a horse. Or when he hadn't taken her by the main road, instead leading her deeper into the woods. Her heart sank as she realized he most likely hadn't taken her anywhere near the summer palace. After all, he had orders to kill her. Orders given by the one person Snow had loved most.

Her stepmother, the queen.

Regina.

Snow sniffed but she didn't know if it was from tears or the cold. Her face was frozen and she had lost feeling in her fingers and toes. The numbness spread to her legs, making it feel as if they had been replaced by metal. Moving grew too difficult. All she wanted to do was lie down and sleep, even though she knew she would freeze to death if she did that.

Death momentarily seemed like a blessing. She would be free of the cold, of the hunger, of the pain, of the heartbreak. She would be reunited with her parents and get to be a family again with them. Only love would surround her-real love, not the fake kind Regina had apparently been giving her these past eight years. Snow didn't want to share the world with someone who could be so cruel and dishonest.

No, she decided. She would not leave this world to the Reginas who resided in it. Instead, she would push on and live so she could stop her. She needed to protect her people from their evil queen, to make certain she didn't hurt them like she hurt Snow. It meant she needed to walk on and pray she found shelter soon.

Her determination gave her a burst of energy and hope filled her chest as she emerged into a clearing. A small cottage stood before her, smoke curling from the chimney. She wanted to run to the front door but had to settle with a fast walk that still wasn't very fast.

Snow's body began to fail her feet from the cottage. Her feet grew even heavier until she tripped over them, landing on her knees in the snow. Blackness began to creep into her vision and though she tried to cry out, no sound came from her. Despair filled her as she realized she was about to die, steps from safety. Luck was not on her side.

I'll see you soon, Mother, Daddy, she thought before the darkness consumed her and she felt nothing at last.

"What do you mean you just found her lying between our barn and the house? What was she doing there?"

"I don't know, Granny. She's definitely not from around here. That dress looks very expensive and finely made."

There was a humming noise. "It does look like something someone from the royal court would wear."

"They said the princess ran away after her father's death. Do you think this is her?"

"It could be. Once the storm subsides, we should let the guards know. I'm certain the queen is worried sick about her."

Consciousness slowly returned to Snow and she realized she wasn't dead after all, since she was pretty certain one didn't feel pain when dead. She was sore all over but she was finally warm, which was a relief, and on something soft. It tried to lull her back to sleep but her mind was sparking back to life, trying to remember something crucial.

It had to do with the queen-Regina. Regina, her stepmother. Her loving stepmother...who didn't love her at all. In fact, she had paid someone to kill her, which was why Snow had been running through the snow-covered woods. She almost succeeded but Snow had persevered.

Snow knew she had only won a battle but she was determined to eventually win the war, to make Regina pay for the pain and suffering she had wrought.

First, though, she had to ensure she wasn't sent right back to Regina before she could come up with a plan.

"No," she groaned, struggling to open her eyes and sit up at the same time. It seemed her body didn't have the energy to do both, though. She was going to have to pick one over the other.

She chose to open her eyes but regretted the decision when pain shot through her head from even the dimmest light in the room. Closing them again, she let out a groan as she pressed her hand to her head.

"Granny! I think she's waking up!" the higher voice said, getting louder.

"Hush!" a softer voice ordered. "The last thing the poor girl needs is for you to be shouting around her."

"Sorry, Granny," the other voice replied, sounding contrite.

Snow White slowly opened her eyes, blinking them a couple times as a figure overhead came into focus. It was an older woman with gray hair pulled into a bun who wore a simple linen dress commonly worn by villagers and a white shawl wrapped around her shoulders. She studied Snow with blue eyes aided by gold half-moon glasses, frowning. "Are you hurt?"

"I'm sore," Snow gasped out. Her throat felt just as sore and she could barely speak.

The woman turned her head. "Red, get her some tea."

"Yes, Granny," the owner of the other voice Snow had heard said.

Snow lifted her head a bit and found a girl around her age reaching for a towel. She was taller than the princess and thinner, wearing a brown dress over a white shirt. Her dark hair fell over her shoulders and halfway down her back, curling at the ends. She kept it away from her face with braids that met in the back of her head, so she didn't have to worry as she bent over the fire to remove the kettle sitting there with a thick towel. As she moved to pour the hot water into a cup, Snow spotted a beautiful red cloak draped over a nearby chair and wondered if it belonged to the girl.

"Here you go," the girl said, holding the tea out to her grandmother.

Granny took it. "Thank you, Red. See if you can find something warm for her to wear as well. We need to get her out of those clothes."

"Yes, Granny," the girl-Red-replied. She hurried into a back room.

"Here you go," Granny said, holding the cup out to her. "Can you manage or do you need help?"

Snow reached out a shaky hand to take the cup. "I think I can manage, thank you."

"Well, if you need help, I'll be right here." Granny smiled at her before moving away from the bed.

"Thank you," Snow rasped. She then took a sip of the tea and let the warm liquid soothe her throat as well as warm her insides.

After a few more sips, the young woman named Red bounded back into the room. She held a gray dress and some under garments in her arms. "I think I'm taller than her and these aren't as fine as her clothes, but they should do," she said.

"Good," Granny said, approaching the bed again. "Do you need help changing?"

Snow shook her head before pausing to admit: "I don't know."

"Then why don't we take this one step at a time and see how you do?" the older woman suggested with a kind smile.

"I can do that," Snow replied, sitting down the almost empty teacup. She sat up more, groaning as she felt how sore her body was.

Red approached the bed. Concern filled her blue eyes. "Are you hurt? Is there any injury we didn't see?"

"I'm just sore," Snow replied. She gave Red a shaky smile. "Thank you, though."

"You're welcome. Granny has something that should help. She always has something that helps," Red assured her.

Snow smiled though she knew it probably looked pained. "You've both been very kind to me. I don't know how I can repay you."

"All you can do is tell us your name," the older woman replied kindly.

It was a simple request yet Snow didn't think she could oblige. They had already discussed the possibility of her being the princess and returning her to the palace if so. She knew she couldn't go back there, not with Regina determined to kill her for whatever reason-probably to secure the throne for herself, Snow figured. It left her with only one option-to give a false name.

"Mary," she said. "My name is Mary."

She had always liked the name since she met a young kitchen maid who bore it. When she had complemented the girl on her name, the servant had protested that it was too plain. That was one of the reasons Snow had liked it so much. Snow White was beautiful and she knew the meaning behind it-born during one of the worst snowstorms in years-but it was still very unusual, even for their kingdom. It meant she always stood out and everyone would always know who she was because of how unique her name was. Having a more common and plain name would've allowed her to slip into the crowd and go unnoticed when she wanted. She vowed that if she ever got the chance, she would go by the name Mary.

Now was that chance.

Red frowned but Granny smiled. "Welcome, Mary. Most folk around here call me Widow Lucas, but you can call me Granny like my granddaughter Red here. Consider our home your home while you stay with us."

"Thank you," Snow said, relieved. She had bought herself some time before having to face Regina again.

"What happened to you?" Red asked, tilting her head. "What were you doing out in the woods in this weather?"

Snow paused, trying to come up with a plausible lie. "My carriage was beset by bandits. They stole my horses and all my belongings. I ran away before they could get me but got lost in the woods."

"You poor thing!" Granny exclaimed, shaking her head. "These woods are already so dangerous. We don't need those low-lives making things worse!"

While Granny muttered about the bandits under her breath, Snow felt Red's eyes on her. Her gaze bore into Snow, almost as if she could see through her lies. "What about your guards?"

"I only had one," she said, which was not entirely a lie. Nor was what she said next: "He betrayed me to the bandits."

"I'm sorry," Red replied, sounding genuine. She placed a hand on Snow's shoulder and she looked up to see the other girl smiling. "Let me help you out of those clothes, please."

Snow relaxed a bit. "Thank you."

Red helped her stand up and Snow leaned against her as they moved away from the bed and toward a chair. "Lean on this," Red instructed. "It should help."

Snow grabbed the chair and used it to steady herself as Red undid some of the laces holding up her dress. For a few moments, she had to let go of the chair and stand on her unsteady legs just to slide the sleeves off her arms. She quickly returning to gripping the chair, afraid she would fall as Red peeled layer after layer off her.

"How long were you out in the snow?" Red asked. "Your clothes are frozen solid!"

"I'm not entirely sure how long it was. The woods were so dark, I couldn't gage the passage of time," she admitted.

Granny shook her head before holding out her arms. "Give them to me. I'll see what I can do with them."

Red handed the garments over and Granny left the room. The younger woman craned her neck, checking to see where her grandmother was. No doubt assured she was out of earshot, Red whirled on Snow. "Care to tell me why you're using a fake name?"

Snow felt the blood drain from her face but she held her head high as she said: "I'm not. My name is really Mary."

"Nice try," she replied, crossing her arms. "But you keep pausing before you say your name, as if you have to think about it. No one has to think about their real name. So why aren't you telling us yours? Who are you?"

Panic seized Snow and she grabbed Red's arm. "If I tell you, you have to promise not to anyone. I'm in grave danger."

Red's eyes widened as she studied Snow. She slowly nodded. "I promise to keep your secret."

"I am the princess," Snow said, "and the queen tried to kill me."

She sank into the chair she had been holding onto as she explained everything that transpired. As she spoke, Red's eyes grew wider and she sat down in the other chair. She listened intently to everything Snow said and it felt good to finally talk about what had happened to her.

When she finished, Red reached out and took her hand. "I am so sorry you had to go through that. I will help you in whatever way I can."

"Thank you," Snow replied, tearing up. "I am really short on friends right now and I feel like I can't trust anyone."

"You can trust me. I'll be your friend," Red promised, hugging her. "I'll stay by your side no matter what."

Snow melted into the hug, glad to have someone on her side. Maybe, just maybe, she could defeat Regina after all because she had something her stepmother clearly didn't have.

Loyalty and love.

"Are you finished with your homework?" Mary Margaret asked. She and Diana stood in the kitchen together, cleaning up from dinner.

Diana closed the dishwasher as she nodded. "Do you want to check it?"

"Yes, please," Mary Margaret replied. "Please go get it and put it on the dining room table."

"Yes, Mom," Diana said, leaving the room to get her things.

Mary Margaret took a deep breath as she took advantage of the quiet in the kitchen. Ever since she had followed Dr. Hopper's advice to let Diana choose her own Halloween costume, things had improved between them. Diana wasn't as sullen or withdrawn as she had the previous month. She was once again the happy and loving daughter Mary Margaret was used to. It seemed the Halloween costume, the therapy and the bonding sessions were paying off. Hopefully Diana would forget all about Regina Mills and her theory soon.

Then everything would go back to normal and she could feel safe again.

"Okay, Mom!" Diana called from the dining room. "My homework's ready for you!"

Mary Margaret took a deep breath and smiled. "Coming, sweetheart!"

She entered the dining room, finding Diana sitting at her seat in the table. Her books lay open before her and she had her hands clasped, waiting for her mother to approve her work. Diana looked up at Mary Margaret with her bright blue eyes, enhanced in her mother's opinion by the bright pink shirt she wore. It went well with the denim skirt she wore. Her look was completed by pigtails-looking every bit like the daughter Mary Margaret remembered.

Taking her own seat, she pulled the closest book toward her. "Let's see how you did. Which is this?"

"History," Diana replied.

After ten years, Mary Margaret knew the curriculum like the back of her own hand. Checking her daughter's work should be quick, though since she forgot everything, Diana often struggled with one subject. It changed every year and Mary Margaret hadn't figured out which one it was yet, so she was still very careful as she went over the homework.

She finished Diana's history homework quickly-everything was the same as it was every year. Closing the books, she handed them back to her daughter. "Next?"

"Math," Diana said, pushing those books toward her. The fact that she offered it up quickly told Mary Margaret that it was not the subject her daughter was struggling with this year. Her assumption was confirmed as she reviewed the working, finding it correct for the most part. She pointed out one problem where Diana had added rather than subtracted and her daughter quickly corrected it before putting those books away.

They repeated the process with her English and French homework before Diana hesitantly handed over her science homework. Mary Margaret realized it was going to be the subject that gave her daughter some trouble and she was somewhat relieved. It was one less tie to Regina.

She looked over the textbook and frowned when she saw a diagram of the solar system on it. The science curriculum was supposed to be focused on animals. At this point, she knew almost everything about the animal kingdom and she always enjoyed when Diana learned about birds. There was nothing about the solar system or the like.

"I know," Diana said with a sigh. "I probably got it all wrong. All the terms confuse me."

"It looks like you got most right. Just a few we can practice together," Mary Margaret replied, comparing her daughter's notebook to the textbook. "I just thought you were studying animals this year."

Diana frowned. "I'm pretty sure we did that this year. But Sister Trina did mention that we were trying something new. I guess she meant this."

"I guess so," Mary Margaret replied. "I'll just talk with the board to be sure."

"Okay," her daughter said, shrugging. It didn't seem to faze her or make her suspicious and Mary Margaret was grateful for that.

Things really were getting back to normal.

Closing the science books, she handed them back to Diana. "Go put that by the door and then you need to practice piano for a half hour. Then you can have some dessert before going to bed, okay?"

"Okay, Mom," Diana said, zipping up her bookbag. She carried it out of the dining room and a few minutes later, Mary Margaret heard her running through her scales on the piano in the living room.

Pushing her chair back from the table, Mary Margaret returned to the kitchen to make herself some tea. As she set the kettle on the burner to heat up the water, she continued to contemplate her situation.

While Diana's behavior seemed to have returned to normal, the change in curriculum was a troubling development. Nothing was supposed to change-it was usually the same thing over and over again, at least to her. It was boring and mundane but after almost twenty years of uncertainty and excitement, Mary Margaret certainly appreciated how wonderful boring and mundane could be.

If the curriculum had changed, even slightly, what other changes had occurred that she may have missed? And why were they occurring? Was the curse wearing off? Or had Diana's actions already started to weaken it? Was there any way to stop it? And what role did Diana's teacher, Sister Trina, have in all this? Mary Margaret had always been wary of who ended up being her daughter's teacher given her real identity. She suspected the petite blonde had given Diana the storybook and wondered if it was part of a bigger plan. Was she awake and actively working to destroy Mary Margaret's hard work?

And was this all part of Regina's grand plan? She had to have had a contingency plan in place so she could break the curse and destroy everyone's lives anew, especially Mary Margaret's. She always delighted in doing that.

A loud whistle startled her from her thoughts and made her jump. Her heart pounded as she turned the stove off and poured the hot water into the waiting teacup. There was no use worrying about anything yet, she told herself. She was certain there was a perfectly good and harmless explanation for the change in curriculum. No need for Doomsday predictions just yet.

She picked up her teacup and decided to go relax in the living room while listening to Diana practice. As she left the dining room and started to cross the foyer, someone rang her doorbell. Mary Margaret paused, her heart rate elevating again. She wasn't expecting anyone, so who was at her door?

The house grew quiet as Diana stopped practicing, no doubt curious and possibly concerned about who was at the door. In their memories, the last time they got an unexpected late-night visitor, it had been Graham informing them of David's accident. Even though Mary Margaret knew the memory wasn't real, she was still nervous as she set down her teacup and walked toward the door. Whoever was on the other side rang the doorbell again and she opened the door. Relief swept through her when she saw who was standing on her front steps. "Ruby!"

"Surprise!" her best friend said. She grinned as she held up a bottle of wine. "It's been far too long since we had a girl's night and I wanted to remedy that."

Joy and gratitude filled her and Mary Margaret stepped aside. "Come on in."

"Thank you," Ruby said, entering the house. She handed the bottle to Mary Margaret once the other woman closed the door and then unbuttoned her coat. "I'm sorry for how late it is. I meant to surprise you for dinner but I got a last minute tip and needed to revise my column before Sidney sent tomorrow's edition to print."

That intrigued Mary Margaret. Along with Graham and Keith, Ruby kept her aware of everything that was happening in town. She wondered if her friend had heard anything about the curriculum changing and if so, why hadn't she told her? And what tidbit had been so intriguing, Ruby had to put it in her column immediately rather than waiting?

Her questions had to wait as Diana raced out of the living room and threw her arms around their visitor. "Aunt Ruby!"

"Hey, princess," Ruby said, hugging Diana tightly. "How's my goddaughter doing?"

"I'm good. What are you doing here?" she asked Ruby, looking up at her.

Ruby smiled as he ran her hand over Diana's dark hair. "I missed you and your mom so I thought I would stop by."

"Cool," Diana said. She looked up at Mary Margaret. "Do I still have to practice the piano?"

Mary Margaret sighed, knowing it wouldn't be fair to send Diana away while her beloved aunt was visiting. "No, you don't. But you will have to practice forty-five minutes tomorrow, okay?"

"Okay!" Diana agreed happily, still leaning against Ruby. She smiled up at her aunt. "Are you going to have dessert with us?"

"It's cheesecake," Mary Margaret told her friend. "With lots of cherries on top."

Ruby's smile brightened. "I can never resist cherry topping."

After a flurry of activity, all three sat at the dining room table and enjoyed slices of cheesecake. Mary Margaret gave some of her topping to Ruby, who listened intently as Diana filled her in on what had been happening-minus the whole storybook and Regina Mills affair. It was an enjoyable way to end her day and Mary Margaret was grateful for her friend.

Once dessert was eaten and Diana tucked into bed, Ruby and Mary Margaret opened the bottle of wine and relaxed on the couch. "This was nice. Thanks for stopping by," she told Ruby.

"You're welcome. I'm sorry I haven't been around much lately but I'm going to fix that," her friend vowed.

Mary Margaret took her hand and gave it a squeeze. "I also need to be better about calling you. Sometimes I just get wrapped up in my own life…"

"And you're allowed. You handle so much-being mayor, raising Diana alone while also monitoring David's care...you are moving in so many directions, I'm impressed that you keep moving forward," Ruby praised.

The "moving forward" made her want to giggle but Mary Margaret bit it back as she said: "Thank you. It's been a trying month and I really needed to hear that."

"Now I feel even worse. Tell me everything. I'm all ears," Ruby said, tucking her hair behind her ears.

Mary Margaret chuckled. "You promise nothing ends up in your column?"

"Of course," Ruby replied seriously. "Everything you tell me is kept in the strictest confidence. I wouldn't betray you like that."

"I know," Mary Margaret said. Over the years, Ruby and David had been the only ones who had stayed by her side. Regina had managed to lure everyone else away-even the dwarves-but she could never sway them. Mary Margaret knew she could always trust Ruby, no matter what.

She sighed now, saying: "Diana and I have hit something of a rough patch."

"Is that why she's not going as Snow White for Halloween this year?" Ruby asked, frowning.

"Part of it, yes," Mary Margaret replied, feeling weary again. Telling the story always drained her because of how emotional it made her but she knew she needed the sympathy as well as the guidance others could provide her. So with a deep breath, she told Ruby everything that had been happening.

When she finished, Ruby let out a low whistle. "So because of a book, Diana thinks we're all cursed fairy tale characters? And that you're not her mother? What the hell?"

"I know," Mary Margaret said, relieved to have someone else on her side. "It's all been very distressing."

"Of course it has." Ruby shook her head. "So, who does Diana think we supposedly are?"

"Well, she thinks you're Red Riding Hood," Mary Margaret started, trying to be careful. There was still much about the curse she didn't understand and she didn't want to accidentally stir up Ruby's memories of being Red. So she hid the fact that Red Riding Hood was also the Big Bad Wolf, hoping that keeping the full truth from her friend would keep her house of cards from toppling.

Ruby didn't comment on that-nor on Diana's choice of costume. Instead, she pressed: "And who are you, supposedly?"

Mary Margaret hesitated, wondering if she should lie. She had control of the narrative, she knew, and she could tell the truth. "Snow White."

"Ouch," Ruby said, wincing. "So her rejection of her Halloween costume is also a rejection of you?"

"You get it. Dr. Hopper thinks it's normal, part of her discovering who she is as she grows up," Mary Margaret replied, trying not to sound too bitter.

Ruby raised an eyebrow. "Archie said that?"

"Yeah," Mary Margaret said. "But then again, Diana and I have been doing better since I agreed to it. So maybe he was right about it being just a phase she'll grow out of as she discovers herself."

"Probably. That does makes sense," Ruby said. She paused before asking: "Who was Regina Mills in the book?"

"The Evil Queen from Snow White," Mary Margaret replied.

Ruby shook her head. "Maybe Archie really is right about this being a phase. There's this really popular Disney movie where the heroes are the children of their iconic villains. Diana and her friends are probably caught up by that and her fascination will end once she finds the next fad."

Mary Margaret frowned, making a note to watch the movie in question though she doubted Diana had seen it. She also didn't mention that Diana insisted that the Evil Queen didn't stay a villain but became a hero while Snow White turned into a villain. "Maybe. I hope so," she said.

They lapsed into silence for a few moments before Ruby let out a snort. "Someone really looked at Regina Mills and decided she would be perfect to be the Evil Queen? And then Diana thought that pathetic woman would be a better mother than you?"

"Yeah, go figure," Mary Margaret replied. "It is absurd, isn't it? Do you know Regina tried to give me advice about how to deal with my own daughter?"

"Oh, that must've been precious!" Ruby let out another snort before shaking her head. She then set her wineglass down as she grew seriously. "That reminds me. The tidbit I had to put in my column had to do with Regina."

Mary Margaret felt her eyebrows go up. "Do tell."

"Regina is providing the baked goods for the Brunt Halloween party," Ruby revealed.

"What?" Mary Margaret asked, surprised. "Why?"

"Mrs. Brunt hired the new catering company, Sherwood Cafe, to do the food. But the pastry chef decided not to move to Maine. The owner, Miriam Woods, then asked Regina. Apparently, she's been baking cakes and stuff for people since the Muffin Man's ovens broke. And people seem to love them," Ruby told her.

Mary Margaret felt as if her head was spinning. Even more things had changed, just like the science curriculum. She had never known the Muffin Man's ovens to break down before. And Granny's had always catered the Halloween party, even though no one else realized it because it was always the first year the Brunts threw it. Was something happening to her curse after all?

Ruby placed her hand on Mary Margaret's shoulder, drawing her out of her head. "You okay?"

"Yeah," Mary Margaret lied. "I guess I'm just surprised. Regina's always wanted to open a bakery. I guess she found an alternative. I didn't think she would."

"It probably won't last long. The Muffin Man will get its ovens up again and people will go back to them. Might as well let Regina feel a little special for a bit. What's the harm?" Ruby asked, picking up her wine glass again.

Mary Margaret could guess the harm. Regina could regain her old confidence, could start enchanting people again. She could then pose a threat to everyone's happiness, especially hers and Diana's. But she couldn't say that out loud without sounding paranoid, so she decided to change the subject for now.

"Well, enough about me and Regina Mills," she said. "What about you? How's Billy?"

Ruby sighed. "We broke up."

That surprised Mary Margaret as well. Ruby had been dating Billy since they arrived in Storybrooke and seemed happy. It was just another change and it made her nervous, though she also felt bad for her friend.

"I'm sorry to hear about that," she said, reaching out to take Ruby's hand. She gave it a reassuring squeeze. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Ruby sighed. "Not much to discuss. I realized I wanted more. I want to have what you and David have. And while Billy is a great guy, he's not my David."

They both glanced over at the Nolans' wedding picture, prominently displayed on the mantle. Mary Margaret wore a sleeveless white gown with a feathery skirt, her brown hair curled and pinned up with silk flowers woven into her locks. David wore an elegant tuxedo with a white tie and cummerbund, one arm around his bride as they smiled at each other. The love in their eyes was clear in the photograph and they seemed to be lost in their own little world even surrounded by all their loved ones, including Ruby and Graham as the maid of honor and best man. Even if it wasn't what exactly happened at her real wedding to David, it still captured the feeling of the day and helped her remember how happy she was on that day.

"So what now?" Mary Margaret asked quietly.

"Well, I've been seeing Archie," Ruby replied.

Mary Margaret nodded. "He's very good. I'm sure he'll help you find what you want from a relationship."

Ruby chuckled, shaking her head. "I'm not seeing him. I'm seeing him. You know...outside the office, in a non-professional way?"

"Oh," Mary Margaret replied, realization dawning on her. She smiled as she said: "Well, my comment still stands."

Archie Hopper was a good man who would help Ruby figure out what she wanted from a long-term relationship. Older and more settled, he'd be a stabilizing force in Ruby's life as she readied to settle down. Even if he wasn't the one she ended up with in the long run, he was a very good stepping stone to that relationship in Mary Margaret's opinion.

"I guess it does," Ruby agreed with a little laugh. She then grew serious. "I don't know where this is going but I like what we have. Billy was always interested in going out and drinking and dancing to loud music. Archie likes quiet dinners, classic movies, and to go on walks with Pongo. It's all really relaxing after dating Billy."

"It sounds like you're happy," Mary Margaret said.

Ruby nodded, her smile growing brighter. "I am."

If her friend was happy, Mary Margaret decided this change was not one she needed to investigate. After all, when she was constructing Storybrooke and their new lives, she just wanted happiness for her friend. If Ruby's definition of happiness changed, then it made sense her life changed as well.

Mary Margaret stood, collecting their almost empty glasses. "Let me refill our wine and you can tell me about the other parts of your life I've missed."

"Sounds like a plan," Ruby replied, leaning back on the couch. She gave Mary Margaret a bright smile and Mary Margaret found herself grateful all over again that her friend surprised her with a visit. It was easy to feel like she had to go it alone and it was nice to have the reminder that she had a support system around her, unlike Regina.

Just like it should be.

This was just her luck, Regina thought as she pressed her hands to the passenger side window of her car. She cupped them so she could look into the window better, her heart sinking as she spotted her car keys sitting on the seat. Of all the days, this was the worst day possible to lock herself out of her car. The Halloween party was in a couple days so she and Miriam had made plans to meet once Regina's shift at the cannery ended so they could start preparing the food. And at the moment, she had no way to unlock her car or let Miriam know what was going on as she had no change for the payphones in the lobby of the cannery.

She was screwed.

Regina groaned as she leaned against the car, resting her head on her crossed arms. Things were going very well with Miriam as the two had a good working relationship. Conversation flowed easily between the two of them and Regina had already learned so much about the other woman. Miriam had just moved to Storybrooke in order to open her own little cafe after she had grown tired of city life. She liked the small town feel and felt Storybrooke was much safer, which Regina had to agree.

Miriam didn't have much family as both her parents were dead, so she was hoping to build a new family in the tiny town. She also hoped to revitalize the town's lone movie theater, long closed down, so she could share her love of classic movies with everyone. But she knew she had to take things one step at a time, so she was going to focus on the cafe first. Regina was impressed that she was able to pursue her dreams and knew that all of them would come true for Miriam. She hoped she would be able to form a family with Miriam and be there to see her get her happy ending.

None of that would happen though if she let Miriam down now. Of course she would screw up the best thing that happened to her in a long time. It seemed to be her gift. Or more accurately, her curse.

"Regina? Is something wrong?" a familiar accented voice asked.

Lifting her head, Regina was surprised to see Sister Trina approaching her. She had become a sister a few years before Sister Astrid and had been the other sister in the house who showed some kindness to Regina. It was a relief to see her-maybe she would be able to help.

"I locked my keys in my car," she said with a sigh.

"Oh no!" Sister Trina exclaimed sympathetically. "Have you called someone?"

Regina shook her head. "I don't have coins for the payphones. And who would I call? A tow truck?"

"You could but a locksmith will be cheaper," Sister Trina replied. She reached into the black bag she had slung across her chest and pulled a card out from it. Holding it out to Regina, she said: "Take this. I've used him when I've accidentally misplaced my keys to the convent and our shared car. He's quick and has fair prices."

"Thank you," Regina said, taking the card. She realized Sister Trina had also slipped her a quarter with it. "I appreciate your help."

Sister Trina nodded. "Have a good day, Regina."

"You too," Regina said, heading back toward the cannery. She entered the lobby and went to the first phone, depositing the quarter into the slot and dialing the number on the card.

After a few rings, someone picked up. "Locksley Locksmith," a male voice with a British accent said.

She paused for a second, her heart skipping a beat at the voice. A feeling of deja vu washed over her but she pushed it away, recovering her voice to say: "I locked my keys in my car. Can you help me?"

"Absolutely," he assured her. "Where are you?"

"The cannery parking lot," she replied.

"I'm not far from there. I should be there in five minutes, ten tops," he told her. "See you soon."

She thanked him before hanging up. Heading back out to her car, she leaned against it as she waited for the locksmith to come. Regina hoped he was right about how quickly he could get to her-she needed to get to Miriam's soon. The last thing she wanted to do was let her new friend down and ruin their growing partnership, though it seemed to be what she did best-fuck up her own life.

"Way to go, Mills," she muttered to herself.

A green truck pulled into the lot and her heart sped up as it continued to drive toward her. Relief swept through her when she saw the white lettering on the door-Locksley Locksmith. He had really been that close to her after all and she was going to be on time for her meeting with Miriam, where she could hopefully have a good laugh about this and then put it behind her.

The truck parked next to her car and the engine turned off. She watched as the person inside reached behind him for something and then as he opened the door. He stepped out and leaned against the door, grinning at her. "You the one who called about her keys?" he asked, his voice the same as on the phone.

Once again, Regina felt her breath catch. It was just her luck that the one person who could help her was the handsomest man she had ever seen. He was taller with her with thick blond hair that was graying at his temples and matching scruff on his cheeks. Warm blues looked her over, though not in a judgmental way like almost everyone else in Storybrooke, and his smile revealed dimples on both his cheeks.

Swallowing, Regina finally nodded as she didn't trust her voice. He closed the door of his truck, walking toward her with a green toolbox in his hand. "Rob Locksley, at your service."

He held out his hand and she took it, shaking it. "Regina Mills," she managed to say.

"Nice to meet you." He pulled his hand back before motioning to her car. "This yours?"

She nodded, her mortification growing stronger as she admitted: "I left the keys on the front passenger seat."

Rob peered into the car and nodded. "Yeah, there they are. Should be easy to pop this open and get them for you. And no, you won't have to replace anything."

"Thank you," Regina said, though she didn't feel any relief. She still wished the ground would open up and swallow her whole. "This is so embarrassing."

"I know. Everyone is embarrassed when I have to do this for them," he said, kneeling as he pulled a kit from his box. He unrolled it and revealed several picks. Choosing one, he started to work on her lock. "But it really does happen to everyone. I've even had to pick my own car lock because I've done it."

Her eyebrows went up but she felt a bit better knowing even he had locked his keys in the car. "At least you didn't lock your kit in the car," she replied.

"That's what I told myself," he said, starting to work on her lock. "I would've needed a new window since my only other option would've been to break it."

He paused and set the tools down, opening her door. Grinning, he said: "Voila!"

"Thank you," she said, relief spreading through her as she viewed the inside of her car.

"You're welcome," he replied, grabbing the keys off her passenger seat. He held them out to her. "Here you go."

She leaned closer and took the keys from him. The scent of pine washed over her and sent her head reeling. Like his voice, it seemed familiar to her. It was almost comforting, Regina thought as she pressed her closed fist to her chest.

"How much do I owe you?" she asked.

He pulled out a little notepad and jotted a few things down. "Fifteen sound good?" he asked.

"That sounds a little low," she replied. "You really saved my life."

"That might be going a little too far," he answered, chuckling. "And the price is fair. I only worked for a few minutes and I didn't have to change anything or install anything."

She bit her lip, figuring he had a point. Opening her purse, she pulled out fifteen dollars and handed it over. "I still feel like I should do more to thank you. Like...maybe I can bake you something?"

"What?" he asked, smiling though he looked confused.

"I have a baking business," she explained breathlessly. "Once Upon a Treat. I run it mostly out of my kitchen so I can only take a few orders. But if you need or want anything, just ask and I'll make it free of charge. As a thank you."

His confusion melted away as he tilted his head. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you."

She smiled before checking her watch. Realizing she would be late if she didn't leave then, she shook his hand. "Thank you again."

"You're welcome," he said, stepping aside so she could place her stuff in her car.

After closing the door, she opened her driver's side door and slid into her car. She started up the car and noticed that Rob was still watching her, leaning against his truck's door. He gave her a little wave and she returned it before pulling out of the lot.

Regina drove to Miriam's cafe with a smile on her face. Butterflies flew around her stomach, something that hadn't happened in years-not since Daniel broke her heart. She tried to tamp down on those feelings. Rob Locksley was kind, handsome and gainfully employed. No doubt he had already been snatched up by a wonderful, beautiful and talented woman and was an amazing father to their beautiful children. That was just how it happened for everyone but her.

Still...it was nice to dream.

A/N: Surprise! I was thinking about it and I decided it made more sense to introduce Robin in Storybrooke before I introduced him in the Enchanted Forest. So, yes, now Robin or "Rob" is in the picture! And he'll be back next chapter!

Next time, Storybrooke celebrates Halloween and we get a Snow/Regina confrontation.

-Mac