So, I saw this prompt and wanted to read this story so bad that I started writing it! The prompt is as follows: Prompt: Enchanted Forest AU where Emma gets caught stealing something at the castle and 16 yr old Snow White feels bad for her and encourages her father to take Emma in. Emma is immediately attracted to Snowâs step mother and Regina in turn, finds Emma attractive too so therefore does her best to avoid her. But when the King starts taking a perverted interest in Emma, Regina steps in to save her. A Place in Time will deviate from that slightly as it takes place both in Storybrooke and the Enchanted Forest. Emma runs away from an abusive foster home in Boston. She makes her way to Maine, finding herself in an odd little town called Storybrooke. In the short amount of time there, Emma meets the Mayor, who is eager to rid the town of the juvenile delinquent. Regina opens a portal in an attempt to get rid of the Savior, but things go wrong. Emma is sent back in time to the Enchanted Forest where the Queen is still married to Leopold. Hereâs an excerpt from the first chapter: Emma had been in Maine for about two hours when the bug started to sputter. The gauges on the dash spinning as the car swerved and the headlights dimmed before shutting off completely. She nearly ran off the pavement before catching the wheel; maneuvering the vehicle off to the shoulder. It seemed as if it had gained consciousness, acting on its own accord. Emma pushed firmly on the brake, shifting the malfunctioning car into park before wiping sweaty palms against her denim clad thighs. It was a close call. My whole life is one huge close call. Emma exhaled, running a shaky hand through her unkempt hair. Green eyes squinted at the distance in front of her. Moments ago there seemed to be only darkness ahead, but now the faint twinkling of lights glowed in the distance. The blonde picked up a wrinkled map that had fallen to the floor board. She could have sworn she saw a town sign just before the bug decided to go Maximum Overdrive on her, but the map didnât indicate anything of that nature. There shouldnât have been a town for at least another fifty miles. If youâre even following the map correctly. She sighed. There was a good possibility that she was completely lost. Emma bit her lip, getting out of the car was dangerous; it would surely cause attention if anyone were to see her, but sitting in the car was just as problematic. The last thing she wanted was to appear suspicious and alert the attention of local law enforcement. Just as Emma decided she would have to hoof it towards what she could only hope was a town, the bugâs headlights flashed back on. âWhat the hellâŠ?â Emma raised her brow, palms hovering over the steering wheel as she stared at the dash. Of course, Iâd end up stealing the one possessed car on all of the east coast. Way to go Swan. Until now, the bug hadnât exhibited any mechanical problems. Sure, it might look a little worse for the wear, but it had been a real trooper since Boston. Emma brought her hands onto the steering wheel, hoping the long drive was to blame. âDonât self destruct on me now, we only have a little longer and you can rest for the night.â Holding her breath, she shifted into drive, pulling back onto the road. Maybe it was her near death experience, or something else entirely, but Emma suddenly realized the bug wasnât the only one wore out. She supposed it was a happy accident that she got lost and happened upon the town. The forest on either side of the road began to grow less dense as the blonde neared the town; quaint craftsman style houses with picket fences taking its place. Emma spotted a sign; Main Street. How curious. The blonde turned down the road, driving towards the main source of lights. It was a small strip of brick buildings pressed against one another. Most of the shops appeared to be closed for the night. Emma surveyed her options. Tucked back from the main thoroughfare there appeared to be what she assumed was a bar. The Rabbit Hole, a small sign hung over a single door. Definitely not Swan. You donât need anymore trouble. No, as fun as the name might indicate, the last thing Emma needed was to draw attention to herself. Shaking her head, she moved on. Lights glowed from the window of an odd looking antique store. Goldâs Pawn Shop. Emma shivered, a tingle running down her spine. She inched the bug past the building, spying a few cars parked on the side of the road ahead of her. A retro neon sign hung above; Grannyâs Diner. A red arrow flashed, pointing towards a small house seemingly converted into a restaurant. The blonde pulled to the side, parking behind an old model truck. This was good. A little diner where she could get something cheap to eat and stay off the radar. Maybe sheâd be lucky and figure out where she was exactly. Emma pushed open the door to the small cafĂ© causing a chime to ring overhead. The blonde froze, her skin reddening as every head in the restaurant turned towards her. Conversations seemed to cease as she made her way to a booth in the back corner. Emma couldnât reach her table fast enough; moving in a slow, underwater fashion. The action took on an odd dream like quality. First a possessed car, now this. Maybe Iâve entered the twilight zone. âHey! How are you?â Emma had barely sat down before she heard the bubbly voice next to her. Tilting her head, eyebrows raised as green eyes found the source of the slightly too enthusiastic welcome. To her relief the waitress looked to be around her age, maybe a little older. The girl had long auburn hair and what little she wore was very short and very tight; her ample cleavage spilling out the top of a low cut blouse. And everyone is staring at me? âUmâŠâ âOh, donât let them bother you.â The girl seemed to sense Emmaâs discomfort, nodding her head towards the rest of the patrons. âWe just donât get very many new people.â The waitress paused tapping the end of her pen to wide red lips. âActually, we donât get any new people! Youâre the most excitement weâve had since⊠while since I can remember!â Emma nodded, unsure how to respond. âYeah, I kind of happened upon this place by accident myself.â She laughed half heartedly, flashing a sliver of perfect white teeth. "That makes sense. I donât know why someone would come here on purpose.â The dark-haired girl snickered, rolling her eyes. âIâm Ruby by the way.â âEmma.â The blonde smiled, her shoulders relaxing against the back of the booth. âNice to meet you.â Ruby paused; staring at the blonde, then laughed, shaking her head. âSorry, you want something to drink?â She smiled, placing a menu on the table top. âUh.. yeah.â Emma glided her fingers over the menu, flipping to the back. âCan I get a hot chocolate with cinnamon?â âWeird. But, yeah sure.â The brunette shrugged before turning away. Emma was halfway through her grilled cheese and onion rings before she started to slow down. Her hunger was sated, but she hadnât a plan for the night. She had enough cash for the meal, but definitely not enough to get a room for the night. Had the town been larger she would have parked her car somewhere and slept in the bug, but that seemed risky here. A young girl sleeping in her was sure to be noticed in such a small town. Continuing to push her food around was a way to more or less buy some time. âSo, what did you say you were doing here?â Ruby interrupted, taking a seat opposite the blonde. Emma swirled an onion ring through the smear of ketchup on her plate. I didnât say. The waitress seemed nice enough, but Emma had learned very early on that looks could be deceiving. She didnât necessarily mind her company, but she wasnât about to jeopardize her freedom. âIâm on my way to my Grandmotherâs. I just took a wrong turn and ended up here.â Really, Swan? Your Grandmotherâs? Lame. âHow much longer is your drive?â Ruby seemed to take the information at face value. Emma sighed. The problem with lying was that you couldnât simply tell one lie. You had to continue lying to cover up for the first lie. She usually didnât have a problem thinking fast; a skill she had learned quickly. But, tonight she was tired, both physically and mentally. It felt like a lot of work. âI⊠Iâm actually not sure. Where am I anyway?â âYouâre in Storybrooke. The most boring town in the eastern seaboard.â
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