Who: Laura and Cora Where: Storybrooke streets When: Friday, September 8th. Late evening, around 10ish. What: Laura has just arrived in Storybrooke and the first person she meets is someone she thought to be dead. Rating: Low. Lots and lots of feels though. Status: In progress.
Laura tried to listen to everything the woman told her. She thanked her for her things and made her way to the towers where she was told she would stay for the duration of her time in... where was it? Storybrooke. That was right. Storybrooke, Maine. She figured being a werewolf, she would be able to accept things like this but being a werewolf was easier to swallow than portals that took people from their lives elsewhere to arrive in a town that she had never heard of. She'd been a werewolf all her life and even with her knowledge of magic and emissaries from her mother, portals and other dimensions only existed in science fiction for her. Nothing more.
She was headed down first one street, then another. He mind felt foggy and she was on guard. Any little sound made her jump, a growl ripping through her throat and her eyes glowing the red of her alpha wolf. She was not home and she knew nothing of this place. The lady had seemed nice enough but she had long since learned from what had happened to her family that nice people weren't always what they seemed. It was the nice ones that she had to look out for.
Her mind was also on Derek. Where was he? What would he do now that she was gone without a trace? She longed to get back to him, find him, keep him safe. She was all he had and he was all she had. She couldn't imagine what he would do to learn he had lost her too. If it had been him, she probably would have lost it like their uncle had.
She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't register someone calling her at first. Not until the sound was so sharp and pained and familiar that she turned and stared. People were on the streets, some walking, some talking, but a girl was rushing toward her.
Though she was years older now, there was no way she didn't recognize her. She looked so much like their mother. She smelled so much like Laura remembered. She felt a sob wrack through her body as she dropped the things she'd been given and ran to the girl.
"Cora! Oh my God, Cora!"
Tears streamed down her face as she wrapped her arms around her baby sister, pulling her close and crushing her with her body. She didn't care if this was a figment of her imagination, a mirage of this place. Laura never wanted to let go.
"Oh, Cora! My sweet baby sister. I thought you were dead!"
She pressed her face into her hair, still crying.
"I thought you were dead," she whispered again, sobbing into her hair.