Disclaimer: I do not own any OUAT characters.

Authors note: This is my first fanfiction, so reviews are welcomed! Also, English is not my first language.

Enjoy!

Chapter 1

Emma poured cereals into a bowl and grabbed a spoon from one of the drawers in the kitchen. She glanced in to the apartment's bedroom and saw Snow lie under the covers in the double bed. How long was this going to take, Emma thought. She needed to tell David to stop this coddling. She let out a sigh and glanced at the clock. It was almost 9 am. David had left for work over one hour ago, taking Henry along, dropping him off at school. Emma was going to go down the station later, she just wanted to talk to Snow about what had happened at Regina's house. She knew Regina had ripped her heart out but Snow never explained the reason why Regina hadn't killed her. Because killing Mary Margaret would be something Regina would have loved, and even though Emma was glad her mother was still alive, she needed some clarification.

The blonde moved across the kitchen and opened the fridge. She grabbed the bottle of milk and as she poured the milk in the bowl, she heard a noise from upstairs, making her freeze in her movements. It sounded like footsteps. She glanced up the ceiling, staring at the roof. Henry's at school, she thought. No one should be upstairs. She put the milk bottle down and walked over to the stairs. She heard the footsteps again. Someone's upstairs. Shit, Emma panicked. Without thinking she slowly began to climb the stairs. Almost at the top she saw a figure wander back and forth in the room.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit." She heard the person say. Emma climbed another step to get closer, careful not to blow her cover. There, in the middle of the room, was a girl. She had long brown wavy hair, black jeans and a vertical striped shirt. Emma noticed the girl had a worried expression on her face.

"Emma? Are you upstairs?" She heard Snow's voice from downstairs. The girl immediately stopped walking.

"Shit" Emma said, realizing she'd said it out loud. Her eyes met the girl's eyes. Not knowing what to do, Emma stood still. For a minute, the girl stared at her, then raised her hands in an innocently gesture.

"Who are you?" Emma asked. "And what are you doing in my apartment?"

"I-I-I can explain." The girl answered.

"Emma?" Snow was at the bottom of the stairs. "Who are you talking to? Isn't Henry at school?"

"Mary Margaret, stay right there!" The blonde ordered. She turned to the girl who still hadn't made an attempt to escape. "Who are you?" Emma asked again, slowly walking towards the girl. "How did you get up here?"

"You don't recognize me?" The girl asked.

"I wouldn't ask you who you were then, would I?"

"I don't know how this happened."

"Unless you want me to take you down the station right now, you better tell me what you are doing here."

"Emma?" Snow now stood behind Emma, looking puzzled. "Who is this?"

The girl took one step towards the stairs, causing Emma to put her hands up in a guarding position. "Whoa, kid, take it easy. You're not going anywhere until you tell us what you're doing in my bedroom." Emma said angrily, feeling her patience running out the longer her questions remained unanswered.

Snow started to walk towards the girl. Emma grabbed her arm but Snow freed herself from the grip.

"We are not going to hurt you." She said smoothly, looking at the girl. "What is your name?"

"Rose. My name is Rose." The girl slowly looked up. Her eyes were green, with a hint of brown.

"Why do you look so familiar?" Snow asked. She recognized those eyes, and her features; even the expression on her face was familiar. Yet, Snow couldn't place where she'd met this girl before.

"Yeah, have we met before?" Emma filled in.

"Yes." The girl answered. "I mean, no, we haven't. But I have met you."

Emma looked puzzled. That didn't even make sense. They have met, but they haven't? Something was not right with this girl.

"Look, Rose, isn't it?" The girl nodded her head yes. "Can we walk downstairs and clear this up? We are not going to hurt you and clearly you are as freaked as we are."

Both Snow and Rose nodded their heads. "And I'm pretty sure my cereals are soggy by now, so if you please come with us downstairs-" Emma gestured her hands towards the stairs. "So we can clear this out and I can have my breakfast."

Emma took a sip of her coffee and suspiciously glimpsed at Rose, who was nervously twisting a lock of brown hair between her fingers.

"So talk, kid." Emma huffed out and took another sip of coffee.

"Emma!" Snow gave her a look that lectured Emma to ask more gently.

"What?" Emma raised her shoulders.

"Look, Rose, can you at least tell us your age?"

"I'm 16."

"Do we need to call your parents?" Rose laughed when she heard Emma say that.

"What's so funny?" Emma asked curiously, starting to feel better with coffee in her system.

"Nothing." Rose smirked.

Emma looked at Rose, taking in the girl's face expression. There was only one person Emma recalled who had that exact expression. Images flashed by in Emma's head as she remembered the first time she'd seen it.

"What are your parent's names?" Emma asked.

"Ray and Mona." Rose quickly responded.

Emma put her coffee mug down and leaned forward over the kitchen counter. "I have a super power, kid. I can tell when someone is lying. And you just did."

Rose squirmed in her chair. "No, I didn't."

The blonde sighed. She was going to get information out of this girl.

"I'm going to ask you a few quick questions. You just need to answer me yes or no. Okay?"

"Okay."

"Do you like hot chocolate?" Rose raised her eyebrows surprised by the question.

"Uhm, yes."

"Do you like dogs?" Emma looked deep into Rose's eyes.
"Yes."

"Do you have a dog?"

"No."

"Do you have a cat?"

"No."

"What color is the sky?"

"Blue. But that's not a yes or no question." Rose grinned.

"You're right." Emma sighed. "Just answer the questions, okay?" Rose nodded her head, waiting for the blonde to continue.

"What color is your hair?"

"Brown."

"What color is milk?"

"White."

"What color is the night sky?"

"Black."

"What color is the sun?"

"Yellow."

"What's your mom's name?"

"Regina."