Enchanted Adventure

I. Pilot

Aubree's POV:

Henry peeked out the window. "She's gone. Let's go."

"Did you get the card?"

He nodded and held it up. "No one suspected a thing."

We got on a bus for Boston.

Henry started reading a book given to the two of us. He had it open to one of my favorite stories; Snow White and Prince Charming.

"That a good book?" A woman asked, looking back at me and Henry.

"This?" Henry questioned. "It's more than just a book."

"Oh?"

Before I could say anything, there was an announcement. "Boston, South Station. Thank you for riding Greyhound."

Henry and I got off the bus and found a taxi. He knocked on the window and asked, "Uh... You take credit cards?"

The taxi driver took the credit card. "Where to, chief, miss?"

I told him the address and he drove us there.

Henry knocked on the apartment door.

The door opened, revealing a blonde woman in a tight pink dress.

She looked down at us. "Uh? Can I help you?"

"Are you Emma Swan?" Henry questioned.

"Yeah. Who are you two?"

"My name's Henry. I'm your son."

I smiled. "My name's Aubree. I'm your daughter."

Henry and I pushed past Emma to get inside.

"Whoa!" Emma cried. "Hey, kids! Kids! Kids! I don't have a son or a daughter! Where are your parents?"

I looked at Emma. "Ten years ago. Did you give fraternal twins up for adoption? That was us."

Emma paused. "Give me a minute."

She walked off and Henry immediately started looking through Emma's pantry and fridge.

Henry yelled, "Hey, you have any juice? Never mind, Bree and I found some."

I drank some juice from the bottle and handed it to Henry.

Emma reappeared from the bathroom and saw Henry drinking juice from the bottle.

"You know, we should probably get going," Henry told Emma.

"Going where?" Emma asked.

"We want you to come home with us."

"Okay, kids. I'm calling the cops."

I smirked. "Then we'll tell them you kidnapped us."

"And they'll believe you two because I'm your birth mother."

Henry nodded. "Yep."

"You two aren't going to do that."

"Try us."

"You're both pretty good. But here's the thing -- there's not a lot I'm great at in life. I have one skill. Let's call it a superpower. I can tell when anyone is lying and you, kids, are."

Emma started dialing a number and I stopped her. "Wait... Please don't call the cops. Please, come home with us."

"Where's home?"

"Storybrooke, Maine."

"Storybrooke? Seriously?"

"Mm-hmm," Henry hummed.