Princess Turned Pirate- An OUAT and POTC crossover

The Unexpected

"Hello?" he asks when Elizabeth is too busy staring at his face to answer him, "Can you speak?"

"Yeah, sorry," she responds, "I'm fine. I just wasn't expecting that. Rumplestiltskin didn't seem that bad."

"You made a deal with Rumplestiltskin? That was your first mistake. Never trust him. He has a long history of making sure people regret their choice to ask him for help." Will informs her. She is still busy trying to take him in to totally pay attention. She notices his deep brown eyes, which are boring into her own, showing his annoyance of Elizabeth.

She also sees his long, shoulder-length hair which is pulled back into a low ponytail.

"Look, I'll just take you into town. Maybe Sheriff Swan can get something out of you." He tells Elizabeth.

Swan? Elizabeth asks herself, What are the chances it is the Emma Swan I am looking for?

"What town? And you don't mean Emma Swan do you?" Elizabeth asks Will, sure he would tell her she is in the totally wrong place. Rumplestiltskin had seemed so sure about his actions, though, Elizabeth tells herself, he was so sure he could get her to wherever she needed to be.

"You know Emma? In Storybrooke?" He asks. Elizabeth is surprised; she hadn't expected Will to confirm her suspicions.

"Kinda," she responds and leaves it at that.

She can tell Will still has many questions, but he doesn't ask.

As Will leads Elizabeth to the town, she gets nervous, wondering what she will tell Emma when she meets her. Does she tell Emma straight out she is Emma's long-lost daughter? Or does she get to know Emma better before she unloads the information on Emma?

When Will shows Elizabeth to Emma, though, all of her fears dissolve, and she just wraps Emma in a hug. Elizabeth feels Emma go stiff, confused by this unknown teenage girl hugging her unexpectedly. Will turns to give them a bit of privacy. Emma peels Elizabeth off of her. Elizabeth looks directly at her mother for the first time and immediately sees the similarities between the two of them. They both have the same blonde hair, and they even have the same nose.

"Who are you?" Emma asks suspiciously, but also very sternly. Elizabeth wasn't prepared for this. She thought Emma would be ecstatic to see her for the first time since she was a baby.

"I'm your daughter," Elizabeth says quickly. Just rip off the band-aid, right? Elizabeth told herself.

"I don't have a daughter," Emma said quietly and turned to leave.

"Wait! You have to be my mom," Elizabeth insisted, "I didn't travel this far just to have you not be my mom. You are Emma Swan-Jones aren't you?"

"I don't know who you are," Emma insisted, "but you aren't my daughter. My daughter died sixteen years ago after she was kidnapped. I can't be your mother. I hope you find who you are looking for, but she isn't me. Goodbye."

Elizabeth watches her mother leave. She feels her tears run down her cheeks slowly and tastes the salt in them. She didn't know what to expect when she met her birth mother, but this outcome certainly wasn't one of them.

She turns to Will, who looks like he had just seen a ghost, his face white and his mouth wide open.

"Uhh... Um... let's just uh... let's go back to my ship."

She follows him, wondering how in the world she is going to convince Emma Swan-Jones that she is her daughter.