Chapter 1

Emma Swan stood up and pushed her arms through the sleeves of her leather jacket. She tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder and tugged on the zipper of her jacket.

"Ready to go, kid?" she asked the young, brown-headed teen beside her.

Henry climbed out of the booth and stood beside his birth mother. "Yeah." He linked his arm through Emma's and they headed for the door. "Thanks for dinner, Granny," Henry called to the gray-headed, stocky woman behind the diner counter.

"Anytime, Henry," Granny waved. "See ya, Emma."

Emma grinned and opened the front door. She and Henry walked outside into the warm afternoon sun. They stepped out onto the sidewalk and headed for their home.

"Mom…" Henry said.

"Yeah?"

"Do you miss, Hook?"

Emma sighed longingly. A month ago, Emma's boyfriend, Killian Jones—or "Hook"—mysteriously disappeared. There had been a frantic search for the pirate but no one found him. Emma presumed him dead and was taking her loss hard.

Emma turned and looked at Henry. "Killian was a good guy, Henry."

"I know," Henry agreed. "And he made you happy. You loved him, didn't you?"

Emma blinked back tears, "I did…I did…"

In the distance, Henry spotted a teen girl slowly walking. She was stumbling and swaying from side to side. The girl had short, dirty-blonde hair and was thin and dressed in worn clothing.

"Mom…" Henry pointed. "Do you think she's okay?"

"I don't know..." Emma quickened her pace and called to the girl. "Hey! Are you alright?"

The girl turned around and looked at Emma and Henry. Suddenly, she tipped over and fell flat on her face.

"What the…?!" Emma ran forward and bent down in front of the girl. "Hey…hey are you okay?"

Henry squatted down beside Emma. "Is she unconscious?"

Emma leaned back on her heels. "Yeah…she must be pretty sick."

"Well, let's take her home then!" Henry exclaimed.

"Home? With us?"

"Our house is closest; c'mon!" Henry reached down to roll the girl over.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, I'll carry her, you get the doors." Emma and Henry carefully rolled the girl over and Emma scooped her up. Emma stood up and walked down the rest of the sidewalk to the Charming household. Henry ran ahead to open the door. Henry threw the door open and ran inside.

"Grandpa! Grandma! Come quick!"

Emma stepped inside and kicked the door shut with her foot.

Black-haired Snow and brown-haired David were sitting in the kitchen when Henry entered the house. They jumped up in alarm when they saw the unconscious girl in Emma's arms.

"Emma! What happened?" Snow cried.

"Who is that?" David asked.

"Not sure," Emma said. She hurried across the room and laid the girl down on the king-size bed.

"Mom and I saw her when we came home from Granny's," Henry said. "She was walking down the sidewalk and she was stumbling and then she fell over."

Snow went to the closet. "I'll get some blankets."

David went back to the kitchen, "I'll get her some water."

"Henry, why don't you go finish your homework?" Emma suggested.

Henry stared at his mother in shock that she could expect him to work on homework now, after they found this mysterious girl. Emma gave Henry a pointed look that forced him to obey. "Alright," Henry said reluctantly. He turned and slowly headed upstairs to his room.

Snow returned and placed a quilt over the teen. She stared thoughtfully at the girl. "I don't think I've ever seen her before…"

"I haven't seen her either," Emma agreed.

Snow touched the girl's forehead. "She has a fever." She retrieved a cool cloth for the girl's forehead. "Have you seen her before, David?"

"No," David said entering the room. "Maybe Regina will recognize her. "If anyone would know who this girl is, Regina would know."

"I'll call her," Emma said. She reached into her pocket and stepped out to make a phone call to Regina Mills.

"Regina," Emma breathed into her cell phone. "We have a problem."

"What?" Regina responded.

"Just come over to our place, fast." Emma hung up and waited for Regina to arrive.

Thankfully, Regina lived just ten minutes away. She knocked on the door and Emma let her in.

"So what's the problem?" Regina said taking off her coat.

"She's the problem," Emma pointed at the bed. "Henry and I found her today. She seemed sick and then she just fell over and now's unconscious. Ever see her before?"

Regina stepped up to the bed and peered at the teen girl. "I've never seen her," Regina shook her head.

"So she's from the outside world?" Emma inquired.

"That would be my guess," Regina said.

"Well let's get rid of her," Emma said. "You remember what happened last time we helped an outsider."

"Emma!" Snow admonished, "we can't just send her back like this."

"Why not?" Regina asked.

Snow rolled her eyes at Regina.

"It's not right," David answered. "We have to at least help her get better before we send her back."

Regina put her hands on her hips, "Well we better keep our eyes on her then. We can't risk anything going wrong."

"We'll watch her," Emma promised. "We won't let anything happen. We'll just get her back on her feet then send her back to wherever she came from."

"Emma," Snow laid a hand on Emma's arm.

The group turned to Snow and saw that the girl was waking up. The girl's eyelids fluttered and opened to reveal big blue eyes. Her eyes moved around the room and glanced at each person.

"What…" the girl tried to sit up.

"Easy," David said placing his hand on the girl's shoulder. "Stay still; you fell and hit your head."

"Where am I?" the girl asked.

"You're in Storybrooke, Maine," Mary-Margret answered. "I'm Sn—Mary-Margret Blanchard, this is my husband David, that's Mayor Mills, and this is my dau—my friend, Emma Swan." Snow sighed in relief. It wasn't natural for a daughter to be the same age as her mother. She almost blew Storybrooke's cover. The less this girl knew the better.

"And who might you be?" Regina asked the girl.

"I'm Jane." Jane sat up in bed and stared at Emma. "You're Emma Swan?"

"Yeah…do I know you?"

Jane looked around the room. "Is it safe to speak here?"

Emma exchanged a look with her parents. "Uhm, yeah, sure…what's on your mind?"

"I was sent here with a message for you." Jane leaned forward and looked Emma dead in the eye. "A man named Captain Hook sent me."

"Hook? Killian? He's alive?" Emma's face transformed from shock to hope.

"Yes. He told me to tell you, Peter Pan is alive."