Lost (A Once Upon A Time / Pe...

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Lost (adj.)- Being something that someone has failed to win; Destroyed or ruined. More

Lost (A Once Upon A Time / Peter Pan Fanfic)
Prologue
Chapter 1- On Top Of The World
Chapter 3- Nobody's Home
Chapter 4- Nightingale
Chapter 5- Alone Together
Chapter 6- Story Of My Life
Chapter 7- Mess I Made
Chapter 8- Walk Of Shame
Chapter 9- All About Us
Chapter 10- Let It Go
Chapter 11- Mean
Chapter 12- Sail
Chapter 13- Dark Side
Chapter 14- Fix You
Chapter 15- Home
Chapter 16- Save You
Chapter 17- There Is An Answer
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Chapter 2- Running

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Chapter 2

          I woke up, just as the train was pulling in to the station and the conductor was announcing that we had arrived. I quickly swung my bag over my shoulder and pulled my hood over my head, and stepped onto the platform as soon as the doors opened.

          I made my way outside and hailed the first cab I saw. 10 minutes later I was standing outside Emma Swan’s apartment. The excitement was building in my stomach as I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

I waited a few moments before knocking again, but harder this time.

Nothing.

For a moment I wasn’t sure exactly what to do. I had not even considered the possibility that Emma would not be home. I decided that I had 2 options; I could pick the lock, have a look around and wait until she’s

 gets back, but that’s not a good way to make a first impression, so I decided to go with option 2; pop a squat outside her door and wait.

          I must’ve dozed off at some point because the next thing I knew I was being prodded awake by a middle aged guy in a maintenance uniform.

“Can I help you?” he asked obviously referring to the fact that I sleeping in the hallway outside someone’s apartment.

“Nope I’m good” I said yawning and stretching out my cramped limbs.   

“Did you get locked out of your apartment?” he asked looking me up and down.

“No, I’m just waiting for the lady that lives here; she’s supposed to be my birth mom or something so I decided to pop in and say hi since I was in the neighborhood.” I say nonchalantly

“Damn how many kids does she have?” he mumbled under his breath.

“Pardon?” I asked raising my eyebrows.

“This little boy showed up a couple days ago and said he was her son that she gave up for adoption 11 years ago or something and then they got in her car and left.”

“Did she say where they were going?” I asked carefully

He raised his eyebrows but said nothing.

I rolled my eyes and pulled a 20 out of my sock and slipped it into his hand.

“where.” I stated quietly

“Where the kid lives, Storybrooke, Maine or something.”  

I grabbed my bag and stood up excitedly, pretending to stumble a bit, so that when he reached out to help me I slipped my hand into his pocket and pulled out his car keys, and credit card  concealing them in my sleeve.

“Thanks” I said quickly, before practically skipping down the hallway.

Once I was outside I located his car, it was a white Kia Rio.

“Not too bad for a maintenance guy” I thought to myself.

Before hopping in and driving off, before he realized it was missing.

          I drove for about an hour in the general direction of Maine before stopping at a gas station, to get gas some lunch, and a map.

          2 hours later I pulled into the small town of Storybrooke.

I parked the car in the main square of the town and entered a café. People gave me strange looks, but I ignored them as I sat down and ordered a cappuccino and a burger.  While I was waiting for my meal a tall women with short black entered the café, and stopped short when she saw me.

“Who are you?” she asked with obvious distaste.

“Alex.” I said shortly.

“Alex…….” She said waiting for a last name

“Just Alex” I said quietly, this women radiated power and was obviously egocentric, which is generally the type of person I try to avoid so I didn’t want to start anything.

She brushed past it and continued “what brings you to Storybrooke Alex?” she asked carefully.

“I’m sorry I didn’t catch your name?” I quickly changed the subject

“Regina” she said in a very snobbish manner “Mayor of Storybrooke”

Well that explains why she was egocentric and self-entitled

“I’m here for a nice vacation.” I lied, answering her previous question

“By yourself? You can’t be more than 15.” She said skeptically

“I actually turned 18 last month” I lied quickly

“Where are your parents?” she tried again

“Dead.” I lied again smiling sweetly

“Sheriff come here please” Regina called to someone sitting behind me. A blonde woman, with a sheriff’s badge on her hip stood up from a booth in the back of the café and walked over to where Regina and I were.

“What can I do for you Madam Mayor.” The sheriff asked

I smirked when I heard the sarcasm in her voice.

“I need you to use your “super power”” she made quotation marks with her fingers “to tell if this girl is lying.

The sheriff rolled her eyes but complied “alright shoot.

“What’s your name?” Regina asked again

“Alex” I said simply

“Full. Name”

I smirked “Alexandra”

“What’s your last name Alexandra?” Regina said glaring at me

“I.Don’t.Have.One.”  I stated slowly dragging out each word.

“Where are your parents” her voice was now dripping acid.

“Dead.” I repeated

Regina turned to the Sheriff “Well?” she asked impatiently

“She’s not lying.” She said shrugging

“Thank you.” I said sarcastically before grabbing my food, which had arrived and storming out of the café.

I sat in my car fuming, as I ate my burger.

That women was so completely rude! You think I’d be used to it after living on the streets practically my whole life, but I still cannot stand it when people are condescending and rude, I mean what gives her the right to-

My internal rant was cut off by a knock on my window.  

“Can I come in?” she asked

I sighed before reaching over the passenger seat and opening the door.

“What really happened to your parents?” she asked getting straight to the point “everything else you said was true, but you lied about them.”

I don’t know why but something made me trust her. “I never knew them. I was left in a hospital in Philadelphi after I was born. They never came back for me.”

“How old are you kid?” she asked quietly”

“eight-“I started to say but she cut me off

“Don’t lie your actual age.”

I was silent for a moment before finally responding “15.”

“Why are you in Storybrooke Alex?” she asked gently “You can tell me the truth I won’t arrest you I promise.”

I debated it for a moment, but she seemed sincere and even if she arrested me, I could easily escape, so I decided to trust her.

“My Mom is here, and I’m trying to find her.”

She stared at me for a moment then fear clouded over her eyes, and before I could stop her, jumped out of the car and ran.”

** Theres chapter 2 i'm home sick today so i decided to write it now hope you enjoyed it and dont forget to 

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