A/N: I'm here with a new story!

The setting is a bit different from current storyline. Robin's alive, and Belle is pregnant but very much awake, Emma and Killian have been living together for some time. This one is OC centred, but also majorly about CS, Henry, and their interaction with the OC. My OC(who hasn't been named yet) is a grey shaded character, whose motives and actions may be questionable, but she's a good girl at heart.


Prologue

It wasn't like life in Storybrooke was uneventful.

But the recent calm had given her a sense of quiet, a false safety. Maybe that was why Belle thought it was a good idea to, for lack of better things to do, organize the inner room of her husband's shop.

There wasn't much to do, really. Rumplestiltskin kept everything in it's place every time he used it. Sighing, she made to close the door, go out and do something else to pass the time, but then it caught her eye.

It was a jewel, red in colour and glinting in the light. Belle picked it up. It looked ordinary enough, but knowing Rumple, it was either a magical object in itself or a part of one.

She looked beside it and found where it was from: an ornate box with a jeweled lock, except that the jewel in concern had fallen off. Rumple must have kept it there so that he could fix it when he returns. Just to confirm it, Belle held the jewel against it's holder, and it fitted. The only thing was that it fitted too well, apparently having fixed itself back to it's original place. A little too late, Belle realized her mistake, as the box opened and smoke swirled, fading away to reveal a woman.

Before she could run, the woman caught her. "Not so soon, darling." Belle's head hit the table and she slumped, knocked out. "First thing to know when around magical objects: don't mess with them if you don't know them. Would've expected better from the Dark One's wife."

The woman stood straight, observing her surroundings. She gave a last pitiful look at the unconscious woman, and strode out of the shop.


It was a quiet Sunday afternoon, which Emma was quite pleased to say she was enjoying, snuggled against her pirate and watching a movie. To say that she wasn't the happiest to get a call from her father, telling them they were needed at the docks, would be an understatement. Reluctantly enough, they complied, and reached the docks in ten more minutes.

The sounds of metal clashing could be heard even above the crowd, and it wasn't really a surprise when they found themselves facing a swordfight.

Emma recognized the tall and muscular man as a dockworker she had encountered briefly. He was currently cornered against a boat, his sword trying to throw off his opponents, but not having much luck.

His opponent, Emma found was a woman with dark hair and a ferocity quite less likely to be rivaled. She fought using strategy rather than strength, which was proving to be an advantage. In no time, the man's sword was lying two feet away, while hers pointed at his throat.

"You are a traitor" the woman announced, "and now you're going to pay the price of betraying me!"

"Hey!" Emma yelled as she raised the sword. She stopped but didn't turn, her eyes still on her would-be victim. "You can't kill him!"

She chuckled. "Oh, can't I? I'd love to see you try and stop me..."

"HEY!" Emma screamed again, but the woman pointed her sword right at the man chest, not paying her any mind. Emma rushed at them, but collided with an invisible barrier. A protection spell. So that's why everyone was watching from afar.

It was too late. She broke past the spell only to find the woman taking her sword out of the blood covered body. She looked up at Emma and smirked.

She was young, Emma thought, quite young. Maybe not even twenty.

"You just murdered someone." Emma said, looking for a hint of remorse, or horror at what she had done out of her anger.

Her bright blue eyes stared back at her, unabashed. "Not the first time. Wouldn't be the last time."

"That's..."

"Evil? Horrible? Wrong? Tell someone who cares." she replied, shrugging. "Sorry you had to watch that, but he needed to be punished. I'll try and get out soon, leave this..." she stopped abruptly. She was blinking rapidly, as if fighting away the darkness clouding over, before she suddenly collapsed.