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I'm REALLY enjoying Once Upon a Time. If you aren't watching it yet, catch up! It's only a few episodes in, and a lot of fun!
My new friend ashymolassy said she'd like to see me write for the burgeoning fandom. Here's my first go. Spoilers for the last episode. You have been warned.
To FIND a person, you needed to be able to understand them, sometimes just from reading a file. Other times, all you had to go on was a brief interview with a gruff police officer who'd spoken to the person for five minutes, or worse, a distraught family member who'd had NO IDEA his precious niece-daughter-lover was dealing Meth. And from whatever meager clues those interviews gave her, Emma could understand just about anyone, could FIND just about anyone.
Her official record was perfect, in point of fact. Every case she'd ever agreed to, she had completed. No one she sought ever eluded her...officially. But she'd never found her mother. Good thing that wasn't on the books. It would ruin her batting average. Maybe finding the son she HADN'T been seeking somehow offset the failure to find the mother she'd been looking for all her life? Then again, maybe not.
Lying in bed (thankful for a bed), after only a week of 'work' with the Sheriff's department, she struggled to make sense of what was going on in this crazy-ass town. Because SOMETHING was clearly going on. For one thing, the therapist really DID remind her of Jimminy Cricket. And that was the least of her worries.
She could read people. And she'd read the Sheriff, and something was DEFINITELY going on with him. The evil step-mayor had been in to talk to him on at least three occasions in the last five business days. Emma had dealt with law enforcement a great deal, and knew that wasn't usual. They were clearly having some sort of power struggle over Emma's employment there, but she sensed it was more than that.
Normally, when she wanted to know something about the 'characters' in this town, she'd just ask Henry. He seemed to have cast them all, Emma included, and so far his insights had actually proved invaluable in determining the personalities of the townsfolk. She certainly couldn't deny that his mother was evil. She shuddered and pulled the threadbare blanket up over her shoulders.
The clock outside her window told her it was nearly three in the morning. She'd slept fine, been dreaming, even, until an alarming thought had forced its way into her consciousness by way of her dream. And when she'd woken with a start, she'd understood. The tension she was feeling at the jail house wasn't about HER. It was sexual tension. The Sheriff and the Mayor were INVOLVED, or would be soon. With a groan she pulled the covers all the way over her head and listened to the clock chime the hour. NOT something she could ask Henry about. Tell me, child, in your book, does Snow White's evil step-mother have a fuck-buddy? No, that wouldn't do. She resolved, instead, to ask to see the book again. The evil queen must have had a lover, right? She had read through it all so fast the first time that she couldn't recall.
The rest of the night proved sleepless as she tried to determine exactly what sort of character would sleep with the evil step-mother who'd tried to poison Snow White with an apple. And, more alarmingly, what sort of bounty hunter would WORK for such a man?
My new friend ashymolassy said she'd like to see me write for the burgeoning fandom. Here's my first go. Spoilers for the last episode. You have been warned.
To FIND a person, you needed to be able to understand them, sometimes just from reading a file. Other times, all you had to go on was a brief interview with a gruff police officer who'd spoken to the person for five minutes, or worse, a distraught family member who'd had NO IDEA his precious niece-daughter-lover was dealing Meth. And from whatever meager clues those interviews gave her, Emma could understand just about anyone, could FIND just about anyone.
Her official record was perfect, in point of fact. Every case she'd ever agreed to, she had completed. No one she sought ever eluded her...officially. But she'd never found her mother. Good thing that wasn't on the books. It would ruin her batting average. Maybe finding the son she HADN'T been seeking somehow offset the failure to find the mother she'd been looking for all her life? Then again, maybe not.
Lying in bed (thankful for a bed), after only a week of 'work' with the Sheriff's department, she struggled to make sense of what was going on in this crazy-ass town. Because SOMETHING was clearly going on. For one thing, the therapist really DID remind her of Jimminy Cricket. And that was the least of her worries.
She could read people. And she'd read the Sheriff, and something was DEFINITELY going on with him. The evil step-mayor had been in to talk to him on at least three occasions in the last five business days. Emma had dealt with law enforcement a great deal, and knew that wasn't usual. They were clearly having some sort of power struggle over Emma's employment there, but she sensed it was more than that.
Normally, when she wanted to know something about the 'characters' in this town, she'd just ask Henry. He seemed to have cast them all, Emma included, and so far his insights had actually proved invaluable in determining the personalities of the townsfolk. She certainly couldn't deny that his mother was evil. She shuddered and pulled the threadbare blanket up over her shoulders.
The clock outside her window told her it was nearly three in the morning. She'd slept fine, been dreaming, even, until an alarming thought had forced its way into her consciousness by way of her dream. And when she'd woken with a start, she'd understood. The tension she was feeling at the jail house wasn't about HER. It was sexual tension. The Sheriff and the Mayor were INVOLVED, or would be soon. With a groan she pulled the covers all the way over her head and listened to the clock chime the hour. NOT something she could ask Henry about. Tell me, child, in your book, does Snow White's evil step-mother have a fuck-buddy? No, that wouldn't do. She resolved, instead, to ask to see the book again. The evil queen must have had a lover, right? She had read through it all so fast the first time that she couldn't recall.
The rest of the night proved sleepless as she tried to determine exactly what sort of character would sleep with the evil step-mother who'd tried to poison Snow White with an apple. And, more alarmingly, what sort of bounty hunter would WORK for such a man?