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Skye was nine years old when she was first adopted by Regina. Before that, she had been taken in by three different foster parents and was placed in multiple group homes. She was sent back each time. Skye has never stayed in one place for longer than six months. According to Sister Mary Anne, Skye was a bad seed and she would never be a 'good fit'. At that point she was starting to lose faith she would ever be adopted, that anyone would ever want her.
She really thought the Brodies would be different. She had been with them just a month, and it was the first time she had ever called one of her foster parents “Mom”, by the end of the week, she was being sent back to St. Agnes’. Mrs. Brodie didn’t even come down to say goodbye.
Skye just couldn’t figure out what she had done wrong. Why did every foster family send her back? Why wasn’t she worth their love? She just wished someone would tell her what was wrong with her. What made her so unlovable.
By the time Regina walked through the doors of St. Agnes, Skye had learned not to expect anything. Nothing hurts more than hoping for something and losing it. She learned that the hard way. She really wasn’t expecting to get adopted, it was obvious the lady came in to adopt a baby, you could always tell why an adult was visiting the orphanage. The way she dressed was the most obvious tell, that, and the nervousness.
But now here she was, sitting in a car on the way to a town called Storybrooke in Maine. And the person who adopted her, her new mom was nice. Really nice. Skye had to try really hard to keep her excitement over being adopted in check. She couldn’t trust that this would last, couldn’t hope. Not after being sent back by the Brodies. They were nice too. Skye knew it was only a matter of time before she was going to be sent back. She hoped Regina didn’t send back Henry. He was a sweet baby, and deserved a nice home. She didn’t want to curse her new brother.
Regina glanced back at Skye through the rearview mirror. “You’ve been awfully quiet back there. Are you alright, dear?”
Skye turned her gaze from the window and nodded quickly. “Yeah, I’m fine.”
“It’s okay to be nervous.” Regina said, softening her voice. “This is a big change for all of us.”
Skye hesitated and asked, “Why did you pick me? You were only there to adopt Henry?”
Regina smiled a thoughtful smile. “Because you reminded me of myself when I was your age. Smart, brave, clever, and a strong heart.”
Skye blinked, not knowing how to respond to that. “Oh. But you were only there for a baby?” She said unsurely.
“And,” Regina continued, ignoring Skye’s claims as she glanced back at Henry who was babbling in his car seat, “I thought Henry could use a big sister to look out for him.”
Skye shifted her gaze to Henry, and she felt herself give a small smile. “I guess I could do that.”
“Good.” Regina said, her tone warm but firm. “Because in this family, we look out for each other. Always.”
Skye felt her chest tighten at the word “family.” She couldn’t believe it. Not yet. But she desperately wanted to. “Okay.” she said quietly.
The car fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by Henry’s soft coos. Skye returned to staring out the window, watching as the trees blurred past. Despite herself, she felt a tiny flicker of hope.
~~~
Skye’s first new year at school was incredibly awkward, doubly so since her classmates from last year were all held back. And they pretended they didn’t know her. Which hurt, but she sort of got why.
She had only spent a few months with them before summer vacation started and Skye was sure she would have done the same if she got held back with the rest of them, especially if only one person from class advanced to the next grade.
It was a little embarrassing and probably said more about the teacher than it did the students. Although Skye really didn’t think Sister Astrid was a bad teacher, even if she was a nun.
Aside from that weird first few days where Sister Astrid repeated the same lesson and then pretended like she didn’t know what Skye was talking about when she asked why they were learning the same thing as they did the day before, she seemed fine?
Regina, Mom, told her that her teacher was probably just doing it because Skye was new, to help her adjust. Regina went to speak with her teacher after school, and the next day, classes resumed as normal.
So, yeah. Her old friends classmates were ignoring her. It was fine. Skye was used to being the new kid and making new friends. She did wonder who the other teacher for fourth graders was though. When she tried asking her classmates who they had last year, they just brushed her off.
“So, who was your teacher last year?” Skye asked one of the girls in the class sitting next to her with an easy grin, trying to make conversation.
The girl looked up and stared at her blankly for a second before shrugging and looked away. “None of your business, what’s it to you?”
Skye’s shoulders slumped slightly, but she nodded as if the dismissal didn't sting, message received. “Nothing, thanks.” she said, turning away. She didn’t take it personally. She was still the new kid, she knew how these things went.
That evening, while they were cleaning up after dinner she mentioned it to Regina.
“Mom, all my old classmates got held back. It’s… kind of weird.”
Regina tensed then relaxed, she looked up from the dishes she was cleaning, smiling softly. “Well, you’re smarter than they are Skye. You’re doing just fine.” she shrugged, showing Skye she wasn’t concerned. “People move at their own pace. Try not to worry about the others so much.”
Skye smiled a little, though she couldn’t squash all the doubt inside her. “I guess so. Or maybe they all just failed gym class. Dodgeball? Absolutely brutal.”
Regina chucked and shook her head. "Yes, I'm sure dodgeball is what did them in. Now, you can help me by starting to put these dishes away, my little dodgeball prodigy."
"That's dodgeball champion to you." Skye sassed back with a grin as she moved to place the silverware in the drawer.
Regina's face softened and her smile grew as she watched Skye. “You're calling me Mom now, huh?”
Skye hesitantly glanced up, nervous, with a slight blush on her face. “Yeah… Th-That's okay, right?” she said quietly. “It just… it feels right."
“Of course it is. I’m glad, sweetheart.” Regina said, voice full of affection, cupping her cheek. “You have nothing to be nervous about. You know I love you just as much as I love Henry. It’s not any different.”
Skye nodded, feeling warmth spread through her chest. “I know.” She paused, thinking of Henry, her little brother. “It’s nice, watching you with Henry. Makes everything feel... right, you know?”
Regina smiled and gave her a side hug. “Yes, yes I do. We’re family now. And family…”
“Sticks together!” Skye said, smile finally growing.
“So Mom, guess what!” Skye said, worries forgotten as she began thinking about the rest of her day at school, specifically her new teacher, Miss Blanchard.
“What is it, dear?” was the distracted reply as Regina went back to washing the dishes.
“Miss Blanchard is my new teacher. She’s really nice and so pretty! She said later in the year, we were going to build bird houses! She has one right outside the window and there was a blue jay inside it! I think she’s going to be awesome!”
Regina, who was currently washing a wooden spoon, paused and looked up at Skye who was bouncing in excitement. For a second, she didn’t say anything. Then, to Skye’s surprise, her moms face tensed. With one quick movement, Regina snapped the wooden spoon she was holding in half.
Skye blinked. “Uh… Mom?”
Regina’s face was flushed, and she quickly put the broken spoon down on the counter, clearly trying to calm herself. She didn’t look at Skye, and when she spoke her voice was tight, and full of repressed anger. “I don’t like her.”
Skye frowned, not sure what to make of it. “Wait, what? Miss Blanchard?”
Regina turned, her expression almost unreadable. She was closed off, cold. Not the warm mother Skye has spent the past few months getting to know. “She’s trouble. Trust me.”
Skye’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean? She seemed really nice. I don’t get it.”
Regina shook her head, not looking at Skye. “You’re too young to understand.”
“But, Mom, she’s just a teacher! Why don’t you like her?” Skye pushed, her curiosity getting the better of her.
With the hushed glee of a child who wanted answers to a question she knew she shouldn't, Skye asked, “What did she do?”
Regina sighed, running her fingers through her hair, clearly frustrated. “I said you’re too young to know.”
“But-” Skye began again, but Regina snapped, her tone sharp.
“Skye, drop it!” she said, her voice laced with frustration.
Skye flinched. She should have known better. She shouldn’t have pushed. Skye bit her lip, trying to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She wasn't going to cry.
That was when Henry started crying from his seat at the kitchen table. She watched as Regina stopped what she was doing as she rushed over to pick up Henry and calm him down.
Regina was shushing Henry, his cries quieting while being held in the warmth of his mothers arms, when she glanced up at Skye, who was standing off to the side, shoulders hunched in. She frowned to herself. Grimacing. She shouldn’t have snapped at Skye, she was just caught off guard. Wasn’t expecting Snow to be brought up.
“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have snapped at you.” Regina said, moving closer to Skye. “I just don’t like her and that's all you need to know.”
Regina got next to Skye and held out one arm, opening for a hug.
And Skye crashed into her, holding on tight. “I’m sorry,” her voice muffled, pressing into Regina’s shirt. “I didn’t mean to make you upset.”
“It’s alright dear, you didn’t do anything wrong.” Regina said, trying to offer comfort.
Skye sniffled, pulling back to look at her mom. “I didn’t mean to ruin things. Please don't send me back.”
Regina softened her expression, and she brushed a stray lock of hair from Skye’s face. “You didn't ruin anything. And send you back? Whyever would I do that? You're not going anywhere, you're a part of this family now. Understood?" Regina waited until Skye nodded before continuing, "I know you were just asking. I’m sorry for snapping. But some things... some things are better left unsaid for now. Understand? Why don’t you play with your brother while I finish up the dishes.”
Skye nodded quietly, relieved at her reassurances, feeling the weight of the conversation settle in. She didn’t fully understand, but she trusted her Mom. She wouldn’t ask again. She didn’t want to get Mom mad enough to send her back to St. Agnes.
Regina went back to cleaning the dishes, repeatedly glancing over at Skye, where she was sitting with her brother, making funny faces at him.
When she finished, Regina cleared her throat and moved over to them. “Yes, well, be sure to wake up bright and early tomorrow.” She said as she tried to move on and lighten the mood.
“I’ll be having a long conversation with Miss Blanchard before school starts, so be sure to get up extra early.” Regina made her face comically stern to get her point across. “I need to make sure she understands that she is to give you the best education. Why don’t you head on up and get ready for bed while I put Henry in his crib.”
“Okay.” Skye said softly as she started to head up stairs, pausing when she heard her mom call out to her.
“And Skye, dear.” Regina called out. “I love you.”
“I love you too.” Skye replied, smile growing back on her face as she went upstairs to brush her teeth and get ready for bed.
~~~
So, Mom’s feud with Miss Blanchard was weird. But it was also pretty funny to watch. All Mom had to do was stare at Miss Blanchard a certain way and she would let out the funniest squeak. Skye even started trying to replicate that stare during class when she was bored. So far there hasn’t been any success quite just yet but she wasn’t ready to give up.
“Do you think it’s all in the eyebrows?” Skye asked, practicing her glare in the hallway mirror.
Regina walked by, raising an eyebrow of her own. “The stare is all about intent, not just technique. You need to believe you have the power to terrify.”
Skye snickered. “Okay, but do you have to aim it at Miss Blanchard every time? You’re going to give her a heart attack!”
Regina smirked, “One can only hope.” leaving Skye to giggle to herself.
It’s been a few weeks since school started and she hasn’t exactly made any new friends quite just yet. She flitted from group to group, talking to everyone, but there wasn’t anyone she would really consider as a friend.
One afternoon, Regina asked about it on the drive home. “How’s school going? Are you making any friends?”
Skye shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m talking to people.”
“Talking isn’t the same as connecting,” Regina said. “Dr. Hopper thinks it’s important that you form lasting friendships. He says kids your age learn a lot through close friendships.”
Skye slouched in her seat. “I’m fine, you don’t need to worry.”
“Skye,” Regina said gently but firmly, “you’ve been through a lot, and I know how hard it can be to open up to people. But you’re smart, funny and kind. You’re exactly the kind of person others would want as a friend. And if they end up not wanting to be friends with you? Well, it’s their loss.”
Skye glanced at her mom, touched by her words but not ready to talk about why she hasn’t made new friends. “I’ll try.” she mumbled.
It had nothing to do with her missing her old friends and worrying her new ones would abandon her again.
Henry was still babbling no matter how hard Mom tried to get him to say his first words. He was about fourteen months old now, and Mom ended up going to ask Dr. Whale some questions to make sure there was nothing wrong with Henry. According to Dr. Whale, Henry was perfectly fine, and that all babies move at their own pace. Henry would say his first word when he was ready, there wasn’t any reason to panic quite just yet.
Before Skye knew it, it was Halloween. For her costume, Mom had wanted to dress her up as a princess. She ended up paying someone to make Skye a really fancy dress and even gave her a tiara that had real diamonds in it. According to Mom, as a princess, she only deserved the best.
“Don’t you think this is a bit much?” Skye asked, staring at herself in the mirror with wide eyes.
“Nonsense, dear.” Regina said, adjusting the tiara. “You’re representing this family, and I intend for you to shine. Besides, it’s Halloween. If you’re going to dress up, you might as well do it properly.” Regina smirked. “With style.”
There was a costume party outside Granny’s Diner where people would vote for who has the best costume and everything, and Mom wanted her to crush the competition. It was hilarious to see the look on her moms face whenever she saw her get competitive and a need to one up people.
Unfortunately, they never made it to Granny’s Diner as it started snowing and Regina hadn’t had a chance to change the tires just yet. She said she would call the mechanic in the morning to come change them and that they would just have to stay in tonight and watch a movie. That Skye could wow everyone with her costume next year. That was fine by Skye, she loved the nights where the three of them would cuddle up on the couch and watch a movie.
While her mom was in the kitchen making popcorn, Skye carried Henry over to the window to show him the snow. She began talking and pointing out everything she could see, telling Henry what each thing in their yard was. From the birds flying by, and the squirrels climbing trees, to the flowers planted in the yard, Skye was pointing out each object and made each description more outlandish than the last.
“And that,” she said, pointing to a snow covered bush, “is where the magical snow fairies have their secret meeting. If you listen really carefully, you might just hear them plotting their next snowstorm.”
Henry stared at her, his little face scrunched up in concentration. Then he pointed at the window and said, “Snow!”
Skye froze, her eyes widening. “Mom! Mom, come quick!” she yelled.
Regina rushed into the living room, her expression alarmed. “What is it? What’s wrong?”
“He said his first word!” Skye said, grinning and pointing to Henry, bouncing him in her arms. “Say it again, Henry. Say snow!”
Henry pointed at the window again, his face lighting up. “No! No!”
Regina’s smile froze, and a flicker of something sharp passed through her expression. For a moment, she stood completely still, her hands tightening at her sides. Snow. Of all the words he could have said first, why did it have to be that one? Her chest ached, memories of betrayal and anger clawing at the edges of her mind.
Skye noticed none of it. “Heh, close enough. Isn’t that amazing Mom? He’s talking!”
Without her permission, Regina’s expression softened, her lips curled into a smile. It really was amazing. She walked over to Henry, crouching down to his level. “Yes, it’s wonderful.” she said, her voice tight but steady. “Good job, Henry.”
Henry beamed at her and kept pointing at the snow, happily repeating the word. “No! No! No!”
Regina’s jaw tightened, but she reached out and gently cupped Henry’s cheek. “That's right, you’re such a smart boy.” she said softly, brushing her thumb over his face. “Mama is very proud of you.”
Skye tilted her head, watching Regina curiously. “Don’t worry Mom.” she said with a grin. “He’ll say Mama eventually. You just have to convince him it’s cooler than snow.”
Regina let out a strained laugh, her expression momentarily hardening. “Yes, you’re quite right, dear.” she said, standing and turning back toward the kitchen. Her hands trembled slightly as she grabbed the popcorn bowl, taking a deep breath to steady herself. She loved Henry more than anything, and she wouldn’t let her past taint this moment. He was her son, and he deserved all her love. Even if his first word was a cruel twist of fate.
When she came back to the living room, Skye had draped a blanket over her shoulders like a cape and was making Henry giggle by pretending to be a snow fairy queen.
“Just practicing my magical queen skills.” Skye said with a cheeky grin. “Every kingdom needs a ruler.”
Regina’s lips twitched into a genuine smile as she handed Skye the popcorn. “Perhaps I should appoint you as my official court jester.”
While they had originally planned to watch “It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown,” Skye wanted to watch something that would let them celebrate Henry’s first word being “snow.” They put on “It’s a Wonderful Life” instead, settling in together on the couch, as the snow continued to fall outside. Regina, despite the sting of the word “snow,” found herself smiling as Henry dozed off in her arms and Skye snuggled into her side. For tonight, at least, the warmth of her family melted away the chill of her old wounds.
~~~
Skye was walking toward the Town Hall from school, her backpack bouncing against her shoulders. It had been a long and boring day. She takes back everything nice she ever had to say about Miss Blanchard.
Today, in gym class, they had to run a mile. It was the worst. Miss Blanchard was even going on about how important physical activity is for children their age. She just knew Mom’s “chat” with Miss Blanchard had something to do with this.
Skye decided to stop in at the convenience store and see if they had any new comics she could pick up for Henry. Mom hated when she read him comics, said she was going to rot his brain with all that make believe nonsense. She still didn’t stop Skye from reading them to him.
Henry loved it when she read comics to him, loved all the funny voices Skye gave the characters. He’d point at the colorful panels and giggle at the heroes in their costumes. Skye smiled to herself at the memory as she entered the store.
As she approached the rack, her eyes lit up. The store had just restocked with a new issue of “Captain America”. Well, she didn’t think it was a new issue, more of a new, old issue. She thinks she remembers overhearing someone describing it as vintage? It didn’t matter, it was perfect. She grabbed the comic, started flicking through the pages, and set her backpack on the floor.
Lost in the pages of the comic book, Skye didn’t hear the footsteps that approached her, only the voice that interrupted her.
“Captain America’s lame, Wolverine's so much cooler.” a girl said, standing nearby. She looked a year or two older than Skye, with blonde hair tucked behind her ears and a worn backpack slung over one shoulder.
Skye glanced over and shrugged, smirking. “He’s not lame, Captain America punches Nazi’s.”
The girl grinned. “Fair point. I’m Ava by the way.” She jerked her thumb over Skye’s shoulder. “That’s my brother, Nicholas.”
Skye looked over to see a boy fiddling with a pack of trading cards, his hands darting nervously as he glanced around the store. Something about it struck her as odd, but she didn’t comment as she took in their raggedy clothing. “I’m Skye, and this is for my little brother. He’s obsessed with heroes right now.” She held up the comic book to show them the cover.
“That’s cool,” Ava said, tilting her head. “You’re in Miss Blanchard's class right? We’ve seen you around. Do you wanna hang out with us?”
Skye hesitated, something was definitely up. She noticed how Ava kept glancing towards the counter, her smile a little too bright. Skye glanced back at Nicholas and caught the edge of a candy bar wrapper poking out of her own partially opened backpack.
Subtle, she thought dryly.
“Sure,” Skye said, keeping her tone casual. “Just let me grab another comic first.”
“So what did you guys do at school today?” Skye asked, trying to distract them as she stepped over to the comic book rack and partially entering the aisle. As Ava started talking about her day at school, Skye discreetly reached inside her backpack and started taking out the stolen goods. From candy bars to… toilet paper? Skye placed them on the shelf and started making her way to the counter.
When she got there, Mr. Clark, the store owner suddenly barked, “What the hell do you kids think you’re doing!” Then he let out a sneeze.
Skye froze, the comics clutched in her hand. Ava and Nicholas stiffened beside her, both glancing quickly at the door.
“What’s going on?” Skye asked, trying to sound annoyed rather than nervous.
“You kids think you’re real clever, dontcha?” He said before letting out another sneeze. “Empty your bag right now, don’t think I didn’t see you rob me.”
Skye glanced at Ava, whose face had gone pale. Then she sighed dramatically, pulling her backpack off her shoulder. “Fine,” she said, unzipping it. She shoved it toward Mr. Clark. “Take a look. Happy now?”
Mr. Clark rummaged through her bag, finding nothing but school supplies. His suspicion faltered. “Huh. Sorry kid.” He muttered, embarrassed. “Guess I jumped the gun. Here, take the comics, on the house.”
Skye grabbed the comics, her expression still annoyed, and stomped out of the store with Ava and Nicholas trailing behind. As they walked out, she glanced back over her shoulder at Mr. Clark, who was back behind the counter straightening things out. With a smooth motion, she snagged a couple of candy bars from the display by the door before stepping outside.
When they were far enough away, Ava let out a shaky laugh. “That was close. I thought we were done for.”
Skye shot her a sharp look. “You thought we were done for? Who put all that stuff in my bag?”
Ava blinked “Wait, you noticed?”
“Of course I noticed,” Skye said, rolling her eyes. “How do you think he didn't find anything? You two weren’t exactly being subtle.”
Nicholas looked down, mumbling, “We just thought… it’d be easier that way.”
“Well,” Ava said, grinning sheepishly. “I mean, I figured it’d be fine. I didn’t think he would check the bag of the mayor's kid.
Skye sighed, pulling the candy bars she swiped out of her pocket and tossed them to Ava. “Here. Next time, don’t involve me.”
Ava stared at the candy in her hands, then at Skye. A slow grin spread across her face. “Okay, you’re pretty cool. Think you could teach us how to not get caught next time?”
Skye shook her head, exasperated. “You two are seriously bad news,” she muttered. But despite her words, she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her lips.
“Guess that makes three of us,” Ava said, slinging an arm over Skye’s and Nicholas’s shoulder.
They walked in silence for a few moments before Skye asked, “Hey, can I ask you something?”
“Shoot,” Ava said, her grin fading.
“Why are you doing this? Stealing, I mean,” Skye said, glancing between the siblings. “That wasn’t just junk in my bag. It was stuff you need. Food, soap, toothpaste. That kind of thing.”
Ava’s smile wavered. She exchanged a glance with Nicholas before shrugging. “Things have been… tight at home” she admitted. “Our mom’s trying but…”
Skye nodded, her stomach twisting. She’d been there before, back in the foster system. Taking what you needed because no one else would give it to you. “I get it,” she said softly. “Maybe I can help.”
“How?” Ava asked, her tone defensive.
Skye hesitated then said, “There’s a supply room at Town Hall. Office stuff, toiletries, snacks. Nothing fancy, but it’s useful. No one would even notice if stuff went missing. They would just assume it got used.”
Ava blinked, surprised and shared a glance with Nicholas. “You’d really do that for us?” Nicholas asked.
“Yeah,” Skye said. “Stealing’s easier when you’re not desperate. Trust me.”
Ava stared at her for a moment before nodding. “Okay,” she said, her voice softer. “Thanks.”
Skye nodded back, her mind already working out the details as they pivoted directions and started heading towards Town Hall. If nothing else, she could make sure Ava and Nicholas had what they needed to get by. Everyone deserved at least that much.
~~~
Skye typically wasn’t a fan of Christmas. She loved the idea of it. The warm celebration, the twinkling lights, and being with the people you loved and who loved you. With family. But Christmas for her usually meant a lonely morning at St. Agnes’ or an awkward day spent in group homes where no one cared.
This year was going to be different. It had to be.
Skye woke up bright and early on Christmas morning, she tried to tiptoe downstairs, unsure of how quiet she was actually being in her excitement. As she reached the living room, she froze. Her mouth fell open as she stared, flabbergasted at the sight of the tree and all the presents surrounding it. There were just so many, and they were beautifully wrapped. And some of them had her name on them.
Santa didn’t exist, she was old enough to know that. Or if he did exist, he never delivered her presents before. But now, seeing just how many presents were under the tree made it hard to believe Santa didn’t deliver a single one. Maybe now that she had a family to love her, Santa thought she was worth it.
Skye wasn’t sure how long she was standing there for, staring in awe, when a familiar voice broke the silence.
“Good morning, dear. Merry Christmas.” Regina said with a smile on her face.
“Merry Christmas Mom!” she exclaimed in excitement and rushed over to give her a hug.
As Skye pulled back, Regina said “Why don’t you pick one present to open right now? We can save the rest for tonight. We have something special planned for the day.”
Skye opened her mouth to ask what, but Regina sent her a wink. “It’s a surprise, dear. You’ll like it, I promise.”
“Okay, can we bake apple turnovers tonight?” Skye asked, turning back to the tree. She began to circle it, trying to decide. “There’s so many, I don't know which one to pick!”
“Of course we can, dear. And just follow your heart!” Regina said with a chuckle as she headed toward the kitchen.
Skye stared unsure, frowning in concentration, debating if she should go for a big or small one, one in the middle or on the edge. She was pacing around the tree trying to decide when she saw it. It was a smaller present, tucked behind one of the larger ones. She picked it up and stared. This was the one, she was sure of it. Her heart was telling her so.
Regina walked back into the living room with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa. “Well go on, dear. It's not going to open itself.”
Skye carefully tore the paper open and slowly unveiled the gift. As she lifted the gift from the wrapping paper, she let out a stunned gasp. The picture frame before her was exquisite, unlike anything she had ever seen. Made out of wood, the edges were adorned with intricately carved flowers, daisies, if she wasn’t mistaken, each petal delicately carved with remarkable detail. And in the center of the frame was a photo, one that captured a moment that filled her with warmth. Skye was enraptured. It was the three of them, cuddled up together on the couch. Her family. The picture exuded warmth and love. It was utterly perfect, her most prized possession.
Her breath caught, and a wide smile spread across her face as she breathlessly looked up at her mom. “I love it.”
“I’m glad to hear that, dear. Now, why don’t you go put that in your room and get dressed. I’ve already laid your clothes out on your bed.”
Skye nodded eagerly and began to run up the stairs before suddenly pausing. “Wait. Who took the picture?”
Regina grinned at her and winked. “I did. With magic.”
Skye let out a laugh, shaking her head and continued on up the stairs.
“A horse?!?”
“Yes,” Regina said with a knowing smile, adjusting Henry in her arms. “She’s an older horse, perfect for a beginner. But she’s a big responsibility, Skye. You’ll need to come down here after school every day to take care of her. I won't hear a word about you slacking off.”
“I won’t! I won't!” Skye exclaimed, practically vibrating with excitement. She couldn’t stop staring at the beautiful creature before her, an Andalusian horse with the most striking chestnut coat she’d ever seen. “I can’t believe you got me a horse! This is the coolest thing ever!”
Regina’s smile softened with nostalgia. “Not just a horse, dear. You’re going to learn how to ride her, too,” she said, before her expression turned stern, “And you’re not to ride her unsupervised, do I make myself clear young lady.”
Skye stared at her with big eyes before turning her gaze back to the horse, head tilted with curiosity. “Did you know how to ride horses when you were my age?”
Regina chuckled softly, her gaze distant as she got lost in her memories. “Oh, yes. My father insisted I learn. He said it was a skill befitting someone of my… station. At first, I hated it, if you can believe that. Horses can be temperamental creatures, and for all my love of horses, I had no idea what I was doing. But then there was Rocinante.” Her voice softened further. “He was my first horse, gifted to me when he was a foal. He was the one I connected with most, a gentle, loyal soul. I grew to love riding, the sense of freedom it gave me. There's something truly magical about the bond you can form with a horse.”
Skye’s wide eyes were full of wonder and curiosity. “Do you still ride?”
Regina’s expression became closed off before her lips twitched into a small smile. “Not as often as I’d like, but I haven’t forgotten how. It’s like riding a bicycle, you never truly lose the skill. And now, it’s your turn to learn.”
Skye’s gaze turned back to the horse, head tilting. “What’s her name?”
“She's yours now. You can name her whatever you want.” Regina said.
“Yeah, but you said she's an older horse, right? So someone must’ve already given her a name.”
Regina hesitated, then sighed. “Stella. Her previous owner named her Stella.”
“Stella” Skye repeated, reaching out to gently stroke the horse’s soft mane. “It’s perfect.”
“You don’t need to keep the name you know,” Regina tried again. “You could name her something new-”
Skye shook her head firmly. “I don't want to take her name away. Stella is perfect.”
Regina sighed again, this time softer, her gaze drifting down at Henry in her arms. She doubted Skye had even noticed, too caught up in fawning over her new horse. Regina should have chosen a different horse, probably should have given her a pony, but with the curse in place… Either way, the temptation to gift her daughter her nemesis’s prized steed had felt like too good of an idea to pass up. It looked like the name Stella was going to stick.
The things she did for her family.
~~~
Skye, Ava, and Nicholas were at the stables on a warm afternoon, the scent of hay and fresh air surrounding them. Stella nickered softly as Skye ran a brush along her glossy chestnut coat. Ava leaned against the stall door, absently twisting a strand of her hair, while Nicholas leaned against a nearby fence, tossing bits of hay at the barn cats lounging in the sun.
"You’re really good with her.” Ava said, nodding toward Stella. “She seems so calm around you.”
Skye smiled, giving the horse a gentle pat. “I think she just likes the attention. She’s probably spoiled after all the carrots I've given her.”
Nicholas grinned. “So this is what having a horse is like, huh? You get a pet that’s ten times bigger than a dog and eats way more.”
Skye laughed. “Yeah, but it’s worth it. She’s incredible. You guys should come ride with me sometime. I can talk my mom into it, and I bet Stella wouldn’t mind.”
“I’ll pass,” Ava said with a smirk. “Nicholas would probably fall off in two seconds.”
“Hey!” Nicholas protested. “I’d last at least five.”
The three of them burst into laughter, the sound echoing through the barn. Skye leaned against Stella’s side, feeling a moment of contentment. It was nice to have friends like this again.
As the laughter faded, Nicholas leaned back on the fence, his tone becoming distracted as he played keep away with one of the cats. “You know, it’s nice having somewhere like this to hang out. We’re not used to places like this, being on our own and all.”
Skye froze, brush slipping from her fingers, her head snapping toward him. “Wait, what?”
Ava shot her brother a warning glare and tried to cover up his mistake, but the damage was already done. Ava let out a laugh that not even she could be convinced wasn’t fake. “Yeah, because our mom is just always so busy.”
“You’re living on your own?” Skye asked, shocked concern creeping into her voice as she turned to face them.
Ava sighed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, but we’re fine. We don’t need anyone’s help.”
“What about your mom?” Skye pressed, her voice mixed with worry and disbelief.
Ava and Nicholas exchanged a glance but didn’t respond.
Skye’s arms fell slack at her side. “You were lying when you told me you were living with your mom. You’ve been on your own this whole time.”
“Yeah, sorry.” Nicholas said after ending the silent conversation he was having with Ava.
Skye crossed her arms, she should have noticed sooner. “Look, I get it, I’ve been there. I won’t tell anyone but at least let me help. I just got a new laptop for my birthday. Maybe I can use it to find out what happened to your parents.”
They hesitated for a moment, then Ava said, “We know what happened, our mom died and our dad abandoned us.”
Skye frowned, “I’m sorry, really, but don’t you want to know why your dad left?” she said as she stared at them, knowing all too well the overwhelming desire to know.
Ava and Nicholas exchanged another glance. “Okay, but just… be careful. We don’t want anyone else finding out.”
Skye sat in a corner booth at Granny’s Diner, her laptop open in front of her. Ava and Nicholas sat beside her. The hum of conversations and the clinking of plates filled the air, but the trio was focused on the screen.
“Okay, so I did some digging,” Skye said, as her fingers hesitated over the keyboard before pulling up the file she was looking for. She glanced up at them, her expression apologetic. “And, well… I found nothing.”
Ava and Nicholas both slumped, their expressions falling simultaneously. Nicholas picked at the edge of the table, while Ava leaned back, crossing her arms as she began tugging at her hair with a frustrated sigh.
Seeing their disappointment, Skye rushed to reassure them. “No, no, but that’s what’s weird! There should be something, hospital records, birth certificates, anything, but there was nothing. The fact that there wasn’t a single trail for me to follow, it doesn’t make sense.” Even she had a trail to follow with her own parents, the fact that there was nothing? No records about their mother? Weird.
“What does that mean?” Ava asked, her brows furrowing.
“I’m not sure,” Skye admitted, glancing back at her laptop. “Were you guys born in Storybrooke? Maybe I’m looking in the wrong place.”
Ava and Nicholas stared at her blankly before exchanging a look and shrugging in unison. “We’ve been here as long as we can remember,” Ava said.
“Hmm.” Skye tapped her fingers against her laptop as she tried to think. “Maybe whoever’s in charge hadn’t made the switch to go digital yet when they filed your records? That’s the only explanation I can think of. Paper files would be harder to track down.”
“Is there anything else you can try?” Nicholas asked, his voice tinged with hope.
Skye shook her head, regret flashing across her face. “I’m sorry, I could keep looking, but without a trail to start on? I wouldn’t even know where to start looking for the physical files. Maybe I can talk about this with my mom, she would know. I was in the foster system, I know how terrible it is. If I tell her, she’ll help. You guys deserve better than this.”
“No!” Ava said quickly, her voice raising enough to draw a glance from Ruby, who was refilling coffee a few tables away. Ava lowered her voice and leaned forward. “Please Skye, don’t. You can’t tell your mother, promise you won't. You know she’ll call the authorities, and then we’ll be separated. Promise you won’t tell.”
Skye hesitated, her eyes flickering between their pleading faces. “I promise,” she said reluctantly. “But if you change your mind, let me know. I just… I want to help.”
Ava and Nicholas nodded, relaxing slightly. Skye closed her laptop and pushed it aside, forcing a smile as she leaned her elbows on the table. “Alright. So, what do you guys want to eat? My treat, well, my mom's, but same difference.
Nicholas perked up. “Does that mean we can get a milkshake and fries?”
Ava rolled her eyes but smirked. “You’re impossible.”
Just then, Ruby appeared at the table, pen and pad in hand. “Alright, you kiddos ready to order?”
Skye glanced up, her cheeks flushing the faintest bit pink as Ruby’s warm gaze fell on her. Ruby had always been a little teasing with them, but something about the way she said “kiddos” made Skye feel much younger than she actually was. Skye quickly pushed the thought away. “We’ll have, uh, milkshakes and fries please.”
Ruby chuckled. “Sure thing, kiddo. Milkshakes, fries, and a side of trouble for you?” She winked at Nicholas, who grinned back.
Skye ducked, trying to hide her flushing cheeks but couldn’t help the grin tugging at the lips. “No trouble here,” Skye said, a little too quickly, making her voice squeak at the end. She coughed to cover it up, her eyes darting down to her laptop.
Ruby raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. “Uh-huh. Sure, Skye. I’ll be right back with your order.” she said with a playful tone before giving them one last teasing glance as she walked away.
As Ruby moved away, Skye slumped and let out a small sigh. She didn’t glance over at Ava or Nicholas, not wanting to see the looks on their faces.
Ava shot her a teasing glance. “You like her, don’t you”
Skye’s cheeks flushed even more, but she pretended to be engrossed in her laptop… that was closed. “No, I don’t,” she muttered. “I just think she’s cool.”
Later that evening, Regina sat at the head of the table, feeding Henry, her gaze sweeping over the nearly untouched plate in front of Skye. “Skye, you’ve hardly touched your dinner. What’s wrong?”
Skye poked at her mashed potatoes, avoiding her moms eyes. “Nothing Mom. I’m fine.”
Regina narrowed her eyes, her voice stern. “Young lady, I'm your mother. I can tell when something is troubling you. Tell me, and I can help.”
Skye hesitated, her fork hovering over her food. Her promise to Ava and Nicholas was something she couldn’t break. But, she was worried about their safety. Storybrooke may have been a small town compared to the bustling of New York, but it didn’t change how dangerous it was for them to live on their own.
The thing that decided for her however was Regina’s soft voice reaching her ears. “Whatever it is, you can tell me. You don’t have to handle it alone.”
Skye swallowed hard. She trusted her mother, knew she would help, Ava and Nicholas deserved better. “It’s my friends, Ava and Nicholas.” she began quietly. “They, they’re living on their own. No parents, no guardians. I was hoping you could help them. Find somewhere they could stay.”
Regina’s face closed off, her lips pressed into a thin line. “Living on their own? How long has this been going on for?”
“I don’t know exactly. They told me their mom died a while back. I just… I wanted to help them, but they made me promise not to tell anyone. They were scared they’d be separated if anyone found out.” Skye’s voice cracked. “But I thought you could do something.”
Regina stood, placed her hand on Skye’s shoulder. “You did the right thing by telling me. They can’t stay in that situation. I’ll handle it.”
Skye melted into Regina’s touch, glad she had her mother here to help her. “Thanks Mom.”
Skye was on her way to class in the morning, when she saw Ava and Nicholas coming up to her.
Ava’s glare could have cut through steel. “You told her?”
Skye’s heart sank, she wasn’t sure what was going on but she had a good idea. “Ava, I was trying to help-”
“You promised!” Nicholas snapped, his fists clenched. “We trusted you.”
“I had to! You can’t keep living like that!” Skye pleaded, hoping her friends would understand. “I thought my mom could help.”
Ava shook her head. “Help? She’s the mayor. She called the sheriff! He stopped us this morning. Told us that we had to go to the station after school! That we were being sent out of town, to separate group homes!” Her voice cracked, but her anger remained. “We thought you were our friend.”
Skye opened her mouth to respond, but the words caught in her throat. Before she could say anything, her friends stormed off. The guilt was suffocating.
Skye burst through the front door after school, her face flushed with anger. “How could you!?”
Regina raised a single, unimpressed eyebrow. “Excuse me? Young lady, watch your tone!”
“You’re sending Ava and Nicholas to separate group homes!” Skye shouted.
Regina’s expression remained impassive. “I’m not the bad guy here, Skye. They have no mother, there's no record of their father. They can’t just be living on their own. They need an adult to look after them. I’m doing what’s best for them.”
“No, you’re doing what’s easiest!” Skye yelled, tears streaming down her face. “They’re family! They should stick together! Isn’t that what you always say? You have no idea what group homes are like!” Skye just barely caught herself from letting out a sob, voice cracking. “I hate you! I never should have trusted you!”
Regina’s face fell, but she masked her hurt as Skye stormed upstairs, letting out a shaky breath. The slam of the bedroom door echoed through the house.
Alone in the silence, her mind flashed back to her younger self, betrayed by Snow White’s broken promise to her own mother.
Up in her room, Skye wiped her tears away, her resolve hardening. She began stuffing a backpack with supplies. She needed to help Ava and Nicholas. Her backpack full, she grabbed another bag. She needed to raid the kitchen for them so they would have food to eat too.
As she crept downstairs, doing her best to remain silent, avoiding the squeaky floorboards, Regina’s voice echoed from the living room.
“Yes, fine. I’ll bring them over tomorrow.” Regina said. “See that it gets done.”
Skye frowned but didn’t stay to listen. She grabbed the food and made her way back upstairs, slipping out of her bedroom window, her feet hit the ground with a soft thud. Ava told her of one of their hiding places, one of the abandoned houses in their neighborhood. Skye rushed over and hoped she wasn’t too late.
As she got there, she burst through the door, spotting Ava and Nicholas. “You have to go! The sheriff is coming, grab your stuff, be quick.” Skye panted.
“Skye?” Ava said, shocked to see her.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen.” Skye said, her voice trembling. “Here, I have some supplies for you.” She held out the supplies she’d brought, her eyes begging for them to understand how sorry she was.
Before Ava could respond, a voice interrupted from the doorway. “Skye. Ava. Nicholas. You’re all coming with me.”
They turned to see Sheriff Graham standing there. It was over.
Skye was sitting in the sheriff's office, while Ava and Nicholas were in the other room. They wouldn’t look at her. That was when Skye began to hear the sound of heels clicking sharply against the floor. Her mom. Skye refused to look at her.
“You ran away,” Regina said, her voice tight with anger and worry. “Do you have any idea how dangerous that was?”
“I wouldn’t have had to if you listened to me!” Skye snapped. “You’re just sending them away!”
Regina’s expression softened slightly. “I’ve found someone who can take them in. Together. Marco has agreed to look after them until we can find a permanent solution."
Skye blinked, her anger faltering. “Marco?”
“He’s always wanted children,” Regina explained. “He’ll give them a good home.”
Skye’s shoulders sagged with relief. “You… you really did that?”
Regina’s voice was firm but kind. “I’m not the bad guy Skye, I’m your mother. I always listen, even if you think I don’t.”
Tears welled up in Skye’s eyes before she lunged at Regina, wrapping her arms around her. “I’m sorry for running away.”
Regina pulled her into a tight hug. “We’ll fix this. Together.”
Regina wasn’t sure if she made the right choice. She only had a limited supply of magic in this world, and it was a shame to waste it on something as inconsequential as this. But here, now, with Skye wrapped up safely in her arms?
Nothing felt more right than this.