Random Written Works

Ouat OC

AN: I started this story in a fanfic sort of way. I wanted to include my own OC and write her into the story, and later on give her Jefferson as a love interest. I write this last year, and I did so by looking at the script for the show Once Upon a Time, and writing my own character into it. I never continued this story, but I do want to pick it back up again in the future.

Stepping off of the yellow bus, I thank the driver, and tug my tiny duffel bag out of the small opening, making sure I don't get caught on the door.

As the bus drives off, I take in my surroundings. All around me were tall trees, dark shadows cast down onto the barren ground. In the space I was standing in, instead of trees it was clear. A small circle, where the bus stop was placed along with a tiny diner, seemed to be the center of the forest I was in.

Walking into the diner, the overhead bell ringing, announcing my arrival, I walk over to an empty booth. Sitting down, I place my bag to the left of me. Looking out the window, I appreciate the secluded area, and how peaceful it seemed to be. Diverting my attention back to the diner, I notice it's neon red signs, and tiny booths placed at every window, along with tiny circular tables, each item either hanging from the wall or decorating the checkered floor.

Across from my spot sat a bar, two people sat at it, probably drowning in their sorrows. It seemed like they have sat there a long time, and I could smell the whiskey that floated away from them. Behind the bar sat a kitchen, several people busily moving through it.

For such a secluded area, there were a lot more people than I expected. Including me, there was about ten people in the diner, waiting to be served.

As a waitress walks up to me, asking what I would like to drink, the bell above the door rings. After ordering an iced tea, I look towards the sound, and see a semi tall man enter the area. Raising my count to 11, I take in his appearance. From what I could see he had on a leather jacket, blue jeans, and black boots. His hair was brown, but I couldn't see his eyes from the distance I was at.

As the waitress sets down my drink, I thank her, and take a sip, turning away from the new customer. Staring back out of the window, I sigh to myself. I was heading somewhere. I just couldn't find it. Pulling out the card that I had stuffed in my blue jacket, I unfold it and look at.

Storybrooke.

That's where I was going, hopefully to start a new life, one that involved less stress and more kindness. Looking back towards the window, I wonder if anyone here knows where I need to head off to. I tried to study maps and other utensils used for directions, but no one knew where this town was. No bus traveled into it, and I didn't have the luxury of a car. Meaning I had to walk, and I didn't want to get lost. I hoped that I was in the right path.

All of a sudden a shift of the atmosphere sets me on edge. Putting down my tea, I look away from the window, and look at the once empty other half of my booth, now accompanied by the stranger that had just walked in a little while ago.

"I hope you don't mind if I sit here, do you?" He asks, sending me a small smile. Shaking my head no, I adjust myself in my seat, so I was sitting up straighter.

"What would you like hun?" The waitress who served me before comes over, her pen poised over her white notepad.

"Nothing else" I simply reply. Nodding her head at me she turns to the male that sat in front of me.

"And you hun?"

"Fries, is all, and a coke please" he answers her.

Scurrying off the awkward silence resumes its presence, suffocating the table.