Stories Collide In Bizarre Ways

Monroe sighed and got out of the car slamming the door hard and listening for the door on the otherside to close. He pinched the bridge of his nose again.

‘Please just listen to me, you can help us.’ Henry said jogging around the side of the car to stand in front of him. Monroe had to shake himself again as his eyes bled red. The feeling of the wolf stirring inside him had gotten stronger since he’d gotten out of this car. It was a sense telling him that something wasn’t right about this town. Monroe took a deep breath and squashed it as far down within himself as he could.

He needed his drugs, he needed his pilates.

‘Look kid I don’t know what you want from me, but your kind of trying my patience.’

‘And I wouldn’t like you when your angry, I know.’ Henry smiled at him. This kid was kind of adorable, Monroe looked at him eyebrow raised. Monroe was reminded of his younger self, curious, asking too many questions, bugging the wrong people. The kind of kid who didn’t have too many friends.

‘Come on dude, don’t you have like school to be at or something?’ Monroe asked opting to be a little gentler. Monroe moved to the back of his car pretending to be fishing around for something. He sighed when Henry followed him, he jumped back in the car quickly and shut the door.

‘Dude!’ Monroe said as Henry simply opened the door on the other side, clearly not taking the hint.

‘Henry what are you doing?’ Emma shouted as Henry was about to step in the car. She was pretty sure she’d never seen the guy in the car before and her natural instinct to protect kicked in.

‘Who the hell are you?’ She said into the car angrily, Monroe shrunk away a little sighing. He wanted to put his head in his hands, why did this always happen to him!

Henry pulled the angry Emma towards him and hissed at her. ‘He can help us! He’s one of the real ones.’ Emma looked at him a little bemused.

Monroe’s hands tightened around his steering wheel in annoyance.

‘What are you playing at?’ Emma asked him.

‘Oh man, sorry I know how this looks, he just, and I mean, I’m not.’ Monroe looked at her for a moment before feeling awkward rising inside him. He wasn’t very good with women on a whole, especially attractive women. He was already flustered and now he was thinking about how bad it looked that a child he didn’t know had been getting in his car. Thinking about that made him think about what she must be thinking. Monroe felt awkward and out of place and wanted to run a mile. Society in general just wasn’t his thing.

‘No Emma he wasn’t, he’s one of the real ones!’ Henry hissed at her tugging on her arm. Emma looked at him for a moment. ‘Trust me!’ Henry said to her confused expression.

‘Ok, Sorry about that.’ She said but Monroe remained in silence annoyed and not quite sure what to say. ‘Nice car, I’ve got one myself.’ Emma added trying to be nice.

‘He can help us! Show her.’ Henry said to Monroe.

‘I’m just looking for a B&B.’ Monroe said sounding exasperated.

‘Oh, there’s one just down the road.’ Emma said looking at him a little curiously. ‘Emma by the way Emma Swan.’

‘And I’m Henry.’ Henry pushed Emma out of the way and stuck his hand in the car.

‘Monroe, I’m just a stranger passing through though. I’ll be gone tomorrow morning.’ Monroe replied, nodding but awkwardly shaking hands with them. His palms were a little sweaty and he returned them to the steering wheel. 

‘Please show her. She knows about everything anyway.’ Henry pleaded.

‘Ok kid, let’s leave the poor guy alone.’ Emma said pulling Henry out of the car and closing the door. ‘Sorry.’ She apologised again.

‘Hey don’t worry about it.’ Monroe replied.

‘Kids like a dog with a bone.’ Emma said. Henry scoffed loudly behind her and Monroe sighed in annoyance. Emma handed Monroe a quickly scribbled detail of directions to the B&B. ‘Here’ she passed them too him.

‘Thanks.’ He replied, he started the engine and then drove off towards the hotel.

‘I thought you said Storybrooke doesn’t get strangers?’ Emma said to Henry watching the strangers car leave, there had been something odd about him, something off that she couldn’t quite put her finger on.

‘They don’t!’ Henry shrugged and smiled.

‘So who is he supposed to be then?’ Emma asked.

‘So you believe me!’ Henry beamed.

‘I never said that!’ Emma protested as Henry pratically skipped off towards the cafe. Emma took one look back up the street towards the yellow bug and shook her head. 

‘Come on I’ll explain over a soda.’ Henry called back to her. Emma sighed and then followed him. She didn’t know what to believe anymore.