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AngieBelle suggested a write-a-long to keep us busy through the hiatus. So here it is:
A few rules to keep it one story
1. The title says it all, the story will be about (unlikely) friendships in present day Storybrooke. Humorous, silly, a bit of bromance, it doesn’t matter, you can use any character you like and make it as long or short as you like. You can choose to continue the story, or cut to some other place in Storybrooke, writing a scene between two other characters, as long as it’s themed on friendship
2. Wanna write? Stake your claim: Do a post, just writing NEXT and then start writing your story. When you are done, edit your post, pasting in your story, rewriting over the NEXT. This is for your benefit, eleminating the chance that someone else is writing at the same time, and the story takes two different directions because two people are writing simultaniously.
3.Bonus points for weaving in bowls of soup, trademark lines, nods to real life events or other film roles of the actors (whilst staying in their SB character of course)
And off we go![adrotate group="5"]And I’ll start it off:
Rumpelstiltskin massageed the lines on his forehead. Peace at last. Well, not literal peace, Regina was still out for Mary-Margaret’s blood, and someplace Hook was surely plotting his death, along with God knew how many other people. But for the first time in weeks the pawn shop was quiet. No Charming there to disturb him, no Regina nagging his ear off, no one smashing th place to smithereens, just peace. The only sound in the shop was of the clocks ticking away merrily.
He wondered how long it could last. A nervous jitter went through him, his fingers twitched. Ever since the curse was broken, peace had disappeared from sleepy Storybrooke. Any time it was quiet, it was just a buid up to something terrible happening… mostly by his hand, but still. Quiet meant something evil was lurking in the corner. He had to do something. His son was here now, he was so close to getting his happy ending. But all could still be lost. Someone could walk to that door any minute, and…
The doorbell chimed. “Hi grandpa.” That cursed boy. He was gonna be the death of him. After all that was the prophecy, and no one escaped fate, 300 years had taught him that.
Rumpel took a deep breath and turned around, trying to conjure up a smile for the sake of his son. “Hello dearie, what brings you here?”
“I thought we could do some bonding.”
Wide eyed innocence was the best way to describe Henry. He believed the best of everybody, even of him. Just like his father. A sharp pain shot through Rumpel’s chest. Bae, innocent Bae. Just look at him now, all bittered. He had recognized it in his son’s eyes immediately, it was a feeling he knew all too well. So for Bae’s sake…
“And how do you suggest we ‘bond’.” Superglueing him behind the wallpaper had a nice ring to it, didn’t it?
“Well, I thought we could just talk. Maybe go fishing, like real grandfathers do with their grandsons.”
“I don’t fish. Ask your stepgranddaddy when he returns, water sports are more up his alley.”
“Who?”
“Hook.” The name left a foul taste in his mouth
Henry’s eyes were about to roll out of his sockets. “I’m related to him as well?”
“Sorta. Not by blood, thank heavens. He had an affair with your grandma.” Couldn’t he just drop it?
“Snowhite?”
“No, your other grandma. I’d rather not talk about it. She left me and your father.” Mila was no angel, the selfrightious snot had a right to know about that
“That’s disgusting.”
“I quite agree, but it happened a long time ago,” Rumpel said, hoping that would close the matter.
“So just storytelling then? Like the granddad does to his grandson in The Princess Bride” Henry was like a dog with a bone, determined to get what he wanted.
“You’re not ill” Rumpel protested. Though I’m sure we can do something about that.
“Please?” Henry pouted.
He looked absolutely ridiculous, Rumpelstilskin thought. No blue eyes were gonna sway him… unless they were Belle’s. He missed her so much. “Why don’t you go pester your other grandad?” he waved his hands dismissively.
“Well David is nice and all, you know. He’s teaching me to ride and handle a sword. But he’s not really a grandad, is he?”
“Why not, he’s your grandad!”
Henry shrugged. “But he is so young.”
“And I’m not?” Thank you very much Henry. He wasn’t that old, was he?
“Well you are 300 years old,” Henry started. Rumpel couldn’t deny it. “And you have wisdom. I love David but he’s a bit …”
“Thick?” Rumpel added
Henry nodded. “Yeah… I think he needs school harder than I do.”
He couldn’t help it. He liked the boy, even if he meant the death of him.Walking into the little kitchenette, he got out a sauce pan.
“Well, thank heavens he married a teacher. There is hope for him yet. But I get your point. What would you like to know? I’ll make you a bowl of soup and we can chat.”Going slightly off-track here. I started writing this before christmas, after Queen of Hearts but before the Cricket Game. If anyone would like to help continue writing it, feel free. It’s not quite within the theme of unlikely friendships yet but it could end up that way?
It was a couple of days before Christmas, and Regina decorated the house with Henry just like they used to before Emma came to Storybrooke. They hung up decorations and decorated the tree with lights, tinsel and baubles. For a few glorious hours Regina let herself believe she had Henry all to herself again, until Henry let slip that he was going to spend Christmas day with Emma and his grandparents. She pretended that she didn’t mind, that she understood how he wanted to spend time with Emma since her return from the enchanted forest, but inside her heart was breaking. She wanted to be better for Henry, to show him that she could be a good person, but he never seemed to be around long enough to see how much she was really trying. He’d rather spend his time with Emma, a fact that Rumplestiltskin took great pleasure in reminding her of. As much as she detested the twisted little imp, she’d come to the disheartening conclusion that he was the closest thing she had to a friend in this town. When Emma came and collected Henry, Regina compliantly bid him goodbye, giving him an extra hug as it was Christmas. She never wanted to let him go, her son, the baby she watched grow into a bright child. She smiled as he waved to her, never once letting him see how much his departure hurt her. With the front door closed, shielding her away from the rest of Storybrooke, Regina let her smile drop and the tears flow freely. The house that felt warm and cosy only a few moments ago in the presence of her son now seemed cold and empty. The twinkling glow of the Christmas tree lights did nothing to lift her spirits, Christmas meant nothing without Henry.
She pulled out Henry’s stocking from its hiding place and remembered how his face would light up when he came downstairs Christmas morning and saw it crammed full of presents. She rubbed her thumb over the coarse gold thread of Henry’s embroidered name, a stark contrast to the soft material of the stocking. Henry’s my son she thought darkly. He should be spending Christmas with me!
She grabbed her coat and was halfway out the front door when it occurred to her that an angry confrontation with Emma would not endear herself to Henry. She needed Henry to want to spend Christmas with her, she needed to get him something special, something that Emma couldn’t possibly get him. Electrical items weren’t of any interest to him, he was too enamoured with that blasted book of his, filling his head with stories of good and evil and magic. Clothes, though practical, weren’t special and the toys she’d seen in shop windows were nothing more than cheap junk. She needed something out of the ordinary, something exceptional, something magical. With a destination in mind, she set off for Rumplestiltskin’s shop.
She took her car, stopping to allow Snow’s dwarves to cross the road probably on the way to the mines to search for more diamonds. A part of her was tempted to press her foot down on the accelerator; it would be six less nuisances for the New Year. She reached Rumplestiltskin’s shop without incident.
“No Christmas tree, Rumple?” she remarked breezily as she entered the imp’s lair.
Rumplestiltskin was disturbed from his thoughts, displeased at seeing the woman entering his shop. “When people come to see me, Christmas cheer is normally the last thing on their mind. What do you want, Regina?”
“Is that any way to speak to a potential customer?” She teased. She could tell he was in a bad mood, which meant that he’d had another falling out with his little librarian. Noticing the venomous glare she was receiving, Regina knew better than to push her luck, especially with him, so she got to her point. “I’m looking for something for Henry.”
“And what sort of thing did you have in mind?” Rumplestiltskin didn’t want to endure Regina’s company longer than necessary.
“Something magical but not dangerous” replied Regina. “Size is not an issue but the bigger the better”
“Rumplestiltskin smirked. “I see. Henry spending Christmas with you is he?”
“Of course, I’m his mother” answered Regina warily; the imp’s sudden change in mood was unsettling. “Why do you ask?”
“I heard that Henry was going to spend Christmas with Miss Swan this year, a big family occasion. Either I’ve been misinformed or you’ve come in here to try and buy Henry’s affection. I take it you weren’t invited?” Rumplestiltskin awaited Regina’s response with anticipation. He hoped she was going to lie; he’d have more fun that way.
All magic comes with a price!
Keeper of FelixOops, I posted again, rather than editing this spot, so see below! 😳
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” -- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
[Present Day Storybrooke, April 1st 2013] Fast Friends
Henry sighed as he left Gold’s shop. He had wanted to talk to his grandfather about his dad’s fiancee. He wanted to like her for his Dad’s sake, but he couldn’t help feeling like he didn’t want a third mom right now. In the end though, he couldn’t open up to Gold about it. He wasn’t sure why, but he felt that telling Gold about what he was feeling might make things worse.
Henry shuffled his feet along the sidewalk. Sometimes he just wished he could be a normal kid, in a normal town. Even if his parents weren’t married to each other, even if he’d been adopted, even if his family didn’t get along, at least no one would be trying to kill each other.
He turned, heading past Granny’s, walking for no other reason than he wanted something to do. He could talk to Archie or Ruby, but that just wasn’t the same. They always looked worried. He knew they’d tell Emma everything he said. Adults always had to do something when you told them about a problem.
At least during the curse, after Emma came to town, he could tell some of the other kids things. Not everything, but enough that they could grab his hand and force him to play and forget about his fears for awhile. Now that the curse had broken, all the kids his age were either afraid of or so angry at his adopted mother that they tended to stick to either avoiding him completely or being just too polite for him. No one understood what he was going through. He had more family than before, but in some ways, he felt more alone.
“Can you keep a secret?” a voice behind him said.
“Maybe,” Henry turned, and saw Pinnochio standing there. “What is it?” He could see a glint of mischief in the boy’s eyes.
Pinnochio held up a bag decorated with bunnies and chicks. “The Blue Fairy gave me this yesterday. There’s a lot of candy. I have a better idea than eating it.” The words came out in a rush.
“You do?” Henry asked. His eyes widened slightly.
“Papa’s been telling me about this world and it’s customs. Today is April’s Fool’s Day. People are supposed to play pranks on each other. I thought we could –“
“That’s not a good idea.” Henry interrupted with frown. “You’re supposed to stay truthful, Pinnochio. You could turn back into a puppet if you don’t.”
“I just wanted to have some fun.” Pinnocio looked down at the street. “I thought you would understand.”
Henry looked at the younger boy. Up until now, he hadn’t seen much of August’s personality in little Pinnochio. “I do understand.” Henry replied.
“At least have a candy.” Pinnochio said.
Henry reached in the bag and pulled out a really large, silver jelly bean. It reminded him of something. “Thanks. What was your idea, anyway?”
Pinnochio grinned. “You know about the bean fields right?”
Henry laughed. “You’re going to plant these there, right?”
“We wouldn’t have to lie, exactly.” Pinnochio said. “We wouldn’t hurt anyone.”
No, Henry decided, they wouldn’t hurt anyone. “Let’s go.” He said.
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” -- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
Wow, doing better than I had expected. You girls write well. But anyone that wants to add just a few lines is welcome too! A tie in for PriceofMagic, bringing it up to date.
Regina sat in her living room It was Easter. A cold Easter, colder than Christmas, which seemed like a distant dream. So much had happened since Maybe she should get the tree out again, have a do-over. The weather was perfect. If only things were so simple. Her life was in shambles, and her only relief was that Mary-Margaret’s was as well.
But her relationship with Henry was truly broken. If he had not turned away from her at Christmas, he sure had now. She had gotten her perfect present for Henry in the end, but no Henry. No coaxing, no promises had gotten him near her house. It had stung. The present was gathering dust in the shed. The perfect gift, every boy’s dream. Freedom in the form of a red bike. Rumpelstiltskin’s suggestion. Scrooge as he was, he had been in a generous mood and offered it for free. The advise that was, not the bike of course, which just happened to be in Mr. Gold’s pawn shop. She had to pay for that with cold harsh cash, and Rumpel’s snidy comments, of course. Why was it that he always had the upper hand on her? Yes, she had him pegged a few time, but usually he had her right where he wanted her.
She saw Henry running across the street, with another boy. Wait a minute, was that….? Pinnochio? But what about August? She picked up her coat to head out of the door and see what was going on, but just as she opened it…
“You again?”Regina said surprised.Snow White quickly lowered her hand. She had been about ring the doorbell but Regina had already opened the door. “Regina” Snow managed to say as she tried to organise her thoughts for what she was about to ask. An awkward silence passed between the two women.
All magic comes with a price!
Keeper of Felix“This isn’t a good time,” Regina said in a sharp voice. She tried not to be obvious about looking down the street to where Henry and the other boy were vanishing into the distance. She felt so much less informed than she used to be, without her magic mirror or even Sydney Glass to spy on the town. She would not resort to asking Snow White for help, though, so she would just have to find out about the boy Henry was with on her own. “What could you possibly want?”
Snow hesitated. “Regina, there is something I …need to ask you.”
Regina sighed. Even if there were no history between them, Regina suspected she would always be annoyed by Snow’s deliberate and dramatic pauses. “You know what happened the last time you were on my porch.” Regina hoped the threat would get Snow to hurry up. Regina had quite lost sight of Henry now.
“I just wanted your recipe for Lasagne.” Snow blurted out.
Regina’s mouth quirked to one side. An obvious lie, but a lie from Snow White pleased her more than a sincere compliment to her cooking could ever please her. The dark spot must be growing, Regina thought.
“No.” Regina responded and stepped back and closed the door. She would have to use magic to catch up to Henry now. She closed her eyes and thought about where in the town she wanted to be.
“If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. Nothing would be what it is, because everything would be what it isn't. And contrary wise, what is, it wouldn't be. And what it wouldn't be, it would. You see?” -- Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass
When Regina opened her eyes again, she found she was in Rumplestiltskin’s shop. There was no sign of the twisted little imp or the silly girl he fell in love with. In fact the shop appeared to be closed.
All magic comes with a price!
Keeper of FelixWhat the h…. This wasn’t where she wanted to go. Why was he always on her mind. It was not like she was in love with him, the mere idea was absurd. She couldn’t stand him, or his mannerism. And then that voice, that soft lilth, that made her shiver with… disgust, that was it. No that had nothing to do with love, it wasn’t even lust. He was on her mind because she detested him so much. That delicate curve of his ass (rear, that better?), that soft boyish smile, those sparkling eyes… Horrble they were, absolutely horrible.
Anyways, Henry was up to something. Again! Did Emma ever keep an eye on him? Well, whether he liked it or not, she was still Henry’s mother and she would keep an eye on him.
At that moment Rumpel appeared from behind the curtain. “Bowl of soup, dearie? Henry didn’t want it.”
He just made her so mad. “Oh you! Just shut up and look pretty!”
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