OUAT STORY! This one is an original character who doesn't have a storybook past. She is Henry's Older Sister, 3 years older to be exact, and is a little different than him. I hope you enjoy it!
Milah Mills - Britt Robertson
(3rd POV)
A little boy, no older than ten, named Henry Mills sat alone in a bus. An old woman next to him, leaned towards him to look at the book he held in his hands.
"That a good book?" She questioned, with a friendly smile.
"This? Is more than just a book," Henry responded.
He soon got off the bus and onto the street to get a taxi. He went towards a parked one and got inside.
"Do you take credit cards?" Henry wondered.
"Where to chief?" The driver responded.
Henry arrived at the door to an apartment.
He knocked on the door, and waited.
When the door opened, it revealed a tall blonde woman in a hot pink dress.
"Uh... Can I help you?" The woman inquired.
"Are you Emma Swan?" Henry asked, a bright smile on his face.
"Yeah. Who are you?" Emma asked.
"My name's Henry, I'm your son," Henry grinned.
Meanwhile, a young girl, around 13, stood at the window of her bedroom. She looked out the window and watched, waiting for even a sign of who she was looking before.
Not seeing her target, she turned around and sighed.
"When I find you, I'm going to kill you for this, Henry," The girl pouted, her name was Milah Mills.
"Milah!" She heard a voice scream, Milah hurried down the stairs, to see her mother and the Sheriff.
"Mom!" Milah ran up to her and hugged her, getting one in return. "Did you find, Henry?" Milah asked, hopefully.
"Sadly, no. No one has seen him," Her mother, Regina, replied, obviously irritated. Milah broke the hug, and held one of her mother's hands.
"I'll get out there too, I might know a couple places to look," Milah decided.
"I don't know..." Regina said, hesitantly.
"Please Mom? He's my brother," Milah pleaded.
"Fine, be safe," Regina gave her one last hug and let her daughter run off.
"Of course," Milah smiled, putting on her shoes.
As Milah searched the streets, when she stopped to take a breath she saw Henry's therapist, Dr. Archie Hopper, and his dog, Pongo, stop near her.
"Milah, is everything all right?" Archie questioned, seeing how out of breath she was.
"Yes, of course, I've just been looking for Henry," Milah replied.
"Oh well, it seems the search is over," Archie commented, and Milah was confused, before she looked behind her to see Henry talking to a tall, blonde woman. Milah thought she was kinda familiar, but it was dark and far away.
Milah gasped, and immediately rushed over. She surprised the boy and the woman by knocking into him like a wall and wrapping her arms around him in an impossibly tight hug. She could her the woman's breath hitch, but she ignored it.
"Henry! What the heck! You had me scared out of my mind! Mom's been so worried!" Milah rushed out. She was clinging to her brother like a leech.
"Milah! I can't breathe," Henry whined.
"Well, that's what happens when you run away and give me a heart attack," Milah spoke, holding him tighter, if even possible.
Milah finally let him go, as Archie decided to speak up.
"Henry, who's this?" Archie asked, referring to the blonde woman. Milah turned to her, hands on her brothers shoulders as she stood behind him.
"Just someone trying to give him a ride home," The blonde responded, causing Milah to narrow her eyes. Before Henry's next words made her falter.
"She's me and Milah's mom, Archie," Henry revealed, causing Milah to let out a sharp breath.
"What are you talking about, Henry?" Milah frowned, looking at Henry, and nowhere near the woman she couldn't deny looked very similar to herself and Henry.
"I'm talking about how she's our, mom," Henry grinned, but Milah could only swallow hard.
"I'll see you at home, Henry," Milah started. "Mom's worried, so I'll go ahead and tell her that you're safe. Miss Swan said she'll take you home." Milah declared. She avoided eye contact with everyone there, and rushed off across the street to go home, ignoring her brother's calls.
Milah raced home, and when she got there, tears were threatening to fall. She saw her mother and almost cried again, so she ran up the stairs and to her room.
"Milah, sweetie, what's wrong?" Regina questioned. But before she could join her daughter upstairs, Sheriff Graham informed her that Henry was outside, talking to a tall woman.
Milah slammed the door to her room shut and sat on the floor in front of her bed, she tucked her head into her knees and let her tears fall. She never would've gone outside if she knew she would have to deal with that woman.
Milah had no love for the woman who gave birth to her. As far as Milah knew, the only woman who had earned the title of her mother, was the woman who had spent the last ten years taking care of her and her brother. The woman who took her in, even when she was only prepared for a baby boy. Only so she wouldn't separate the two children.
She slowly wiped away her tears, and stood up on shaky legs. She peered out her window that faced the front of the house, and frowned as she recognized the Swan woman talking to her mother, and she heard footsteps running up the stairs. She assumed it was Henry and stepped out of her own room.
She saw Graham following and shook her head, signaling for him to leave them alone.
Milah slowly made her way into Henry's room, peeking her head.
"Henry," Milah whispered. And she saw her brother staring out the window.
"Yeah?" He asked.
"You ok?" She asked.
"Yeah," Henry sighed.
"Why did you do it?" Milah wondered. Henry gave her an innocent look.
"Do what?" He played dumb.
"Run away to find Emma," Milah clarified, rolling her eyes.
"Because she's the savior! She's gonna save everyone here, give them back their memories and be our mom!" Henry exclaimed, Milah groaned.
"Henry! Enough of that, Mom isn't the Evil Queen, Emma isn't gonna 'save' everyone and be our mother and everyone is who they say they are!" Milah shouted.
"It's real," Henry whispered, upset.
"No. No it isn't," Milah shook her head. She didn't want to hurt him like this, but she had no choice, he couldn't just insult their mom like that.
Milah stormed back to her room, shutting the door, and locking it tight.
She sat on her bed, looking sorrowful.
She got up and moved towards the window, when she looked out, she noticed that Emma was going to her car. For a moment, Emma looked back and up at the house, where she made eye contact with the little girl in the window. But that girl quickly frowned and moved away, closing her curtains.
When Milah woke up in the morning, she made her way to school, she was planning on waiting for Henry but she didn't know if he was mad at her or not, he had a reason to be.
When it was time for lunch, Milah made her way from the classroom, to Henry's where she could see him, but instead of Henry, she was met by her mother and Emma standing with Ms. Blanchard.
Ms. Blanchard had just looked up from her purse.
"I should never have given him that book," Mary-Margaret shook her head and sighed. Milah bit her lip in worry, knowing her mother had no knowledge of Henry's new book.
"Is something wrong?" All three older women looked to her, and she froze under the intense, calculating gaze of Emma.
"Milah, what are you doing here?" Regina asked.
"I came to talk to Henry, is he missing again?" Milah questioned.
"Yes, don't worry, we're gonna find him," Regina soothed her daughter. Milah nodded.
"Can I help?" Milah asked.
"Yes, but you're gonna stay with me, come on," Regina gestured out the room. "Have a nice trip back to Boston." Regina sneered at Emma.
She guided Milah out the room and they walked down the hall.
"Hey, mom," Milah called, her mother looked to her. "I should go get my backpack." She reminded.
"Of course, I'll meet you at the car," Regina smiled. Milah sighed as she watched her mother walk off.
"I'm sorry," Milah whispered.
She ran off to grab her backpack quickly, before going back to Ms. Blanchard's classroom. She saw Emma and Mary-Margaret talking.
"Emma?" Milah muttered, looking down.
"Oh, Milah..." Emma sucked in a breath.
"Henry should probably be at his castle," Milah mumbled, before turning around.
"Milah," Emma called out, and Milah slowly turned around to look at her face. Emma had a grateful smile. "Thanks." She smiled. Milah only frowned, and nodded, scurrying off to her mother outside.
That evening, Milah stood in her room, waiting for her brother to be found, again.
She heard a knock on her door and only sighed.
"Come in, Mom," Milah pouted, expecting her mother. But she was surprised when the person outside, rushed in and hugged her, small arms around her waist. She quickly hugged her brother back.
"Milah!" Henry chuckled, excited to see her again. When she released him, he frowned. "Why didn't you wait for me this morning?" He wondered.
"I'm sorry, I thought you might be mad about last night," Milah grimaced.
"Well I was, but then I realized, the only reason you didn't believe was because I didn't have proof. Once I get some, you'll have to believe me," Henry grinned. Milah sighed.
"Ok, Henry, if you get proof, I'll never doubt you again," Milah nodded. They hugged once more, before separating to get ready for dinner.
That night, Milah was tossing and turning in her bed. She finally stood up, ready to get a glass of water. When she passed by her window, she noticed somehting odd.
The clock was no longer stopped on 8:15. It had moved to another number, and Milah went to her desk clock to check if it was correct, and it was.
11:23 pm on the dot.
Her eyes widened and she audibly gasped, she figured she was tired so she went back to bed.
With a new sense of wonder.
A/N:
I hope you liked it. I am really excited about Milah's story.
Little backstory:
She was 3 when Emma gave her and Henry up, so she has a few memories. Including her father's name and what they did together. If you can tell, her father named her.
Her full name is Milah Daniella Mills.
She's currently 13 and loves her mother more than anything. She definitely isn't fond of Emma at the moment and does not consider her a Mom.
:):):) Bye