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INDIANA JONES
xiv. IT WAS NOT A DREAM

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PRESENT
STORYBROOKE

FOR THE NEXT FEW weeks that followed, Anna James was forced to start hour-long therapy sessions with Dr. Archie Hopper. Everyone in Storybrooke had begun wondering what was wrong with Anna and if she was going crazy. Anytime someone saw her, people would begin to act strangely nice to her, even if Anna had no clue who they were. The people of Storybrooke had also begun to create strange theories about her. Though Anna didn't know what they were, she knew one thing and that was that people were talking about her. Anna didn't like it at all. You might as well plaster her face on a poster all over the town.

The nonexistent boy that was called Frankie hadn't been seen ever since Mary Margaret and Emma Swan told her that he wasn't real. When Anna asked about him, people would say that they didn't know who he was, which only added onto the fact that he didn't exist. Dr. Hopper's theory was that Anna had made Frankie up to cope with the stress that came from being a child-genius. Whatever it was, it only made Anna lose more and more sleep just thinking about it.

Anna was unable to decide whether or not she was benefitting from losing sleep and risking her health or sleeping and getting strange dreams. The dreams had begun when Emma had come to town, but they didn't get too bad until Anna met Frankie.

The only person who wasn't treating Anna much differently was Henry Mills, who was still going on about his fairytale theory even after all the weeks that had passed. He kept trying to convince Anna that her dreams weren't dreams, but memories. He kept trying to get her to understand that she was put under a temporary curse that messed with her memories. That curse interfered with the Evil Queen's, which was why Anna was beginning to receive flashes of what Henry claimed was her memory.

Whatever it was, all Anna knew was that she felt like she was going crazy.

That night when she fell asleep, Anna was greeted by a strange dream where she was looking in on it from third perspective.

A young boy with dark brown hair that could've been mistaken for black stared down at a baby in his arms. He stood  alone on the inside what looked like was the Captain's Quarters of a large ship. All he did was stare at the child in his arms happily and contently. Everything seemed right in the 11-year-old's world.

Suddenly, the door that would lead one in or out of the Captain's Quarters swung open, causing the boy to jump and drop the baby on the wooden floor. A boy with light brown hair and matching ocean-like eyes stared at the boy in shock.

"Killian, you imbecile!" the boy who had walked in exclaimed, scolding his brother as the baby had begun to cry loudly.

"I'm sorry, Liam!" Killian responded worriedly. Liam glared at his brother.

"Well don't just stand there!" Liam bellowed in demand. "Pick her up!"

Killian nodded quickly, picking up his little sister. There was a small scratch just below her left eye, but otherwise, she seemed to be fine. Once the baby was in Killian's arms again, she had stopped crying. "There, there, Indiana..." Killian cooed. "You'll be just fine."

"Yeah, if you consider a scratch that'll leave a scar fine, then sure she will," Liam snapped in annoyance. "I can see it now. No boys will wish to court her because they'll think the scar makes her ugly."

Killian glared at Liam. "Shut up! Indiana is going to be beautiful, with a scar or not," Killian hissed. "If anything, the scar will make her unique and make her even more beautiful-er than she was already!"

Anna's eyes snapped open at the sound of her alarm going off the following morning. Instantaneously turning it off, she stumbled out of bed and scurried over to the bathroom that was connected to her bedroom to examine the scar below her left eye. She wanted to compare it to the one on the baby in her dream. Flicking on the switch in the bathroom, Indiana was about to observe the scar when she was distracted.

On the bathroom mirror in bright red letters composed from lipstick, there was a message that said:

"It was NOT a dream!"

There was only one person that could've done this. Indiana shuffled out of her bedroom-bathroom area and paced into Henry Mills' room. When she walked in, the boy was just beginning to wake up. She gave him a hard look while saying, "Why did you write on my mirror last night?"

Henry stared at her in confusion. "Huh? What are you talking about?" Henry questioned.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Henry," Anna responded while folding her arms over her chest. Suddenly, Regina emerged into her adopted son's bedroom. She was the only person out of the trio that was dressed for the day.

"What's going on here?" Regina demanded, more confused than annoyed with the sudden noise that was coming from the general area. Anna turned to her. "What's this I hear about writing on a mirror?"

"I didn't do anything!" Henry exclaimed hopelessly.

Anna's gaze shifted to the red lipstick that sat on his desk. The top of it was smushed down slightly, most likely because it was used to write the ominous message on her mirror. She walked over and picked it up. "Then why is my lipstick in your room?" Anna demanded. She turned back to Regina. "It's not the fact that he used my stuff to write on my mirror. It's what he wrote."

Now rather interested, the duo followed Anna out of the boy's bedroom and walked into her bathroom. She pointed at the mirror, watching as Henry's eyes widened and Regina's face paled.

"That's not even my handwriting!" Henry argued. He turned back to Regina, who was speechless. If anything, she looked rather afraid and confused mixed into one facial expression. "Mom!"

Regina finally snapped back into reality. "The... The penmanship, um, doesn't matter," Regina began. "What matters is that you know you shouldn't have written that down. You know what Anna's been going through lately."

"But I—"

"No buts, Henry. You'll be cleaning this later, along with apologizing to Anna," Regina demanded. With that, she walked out of the room while Henry crossed his arms over his chest and pouted.

Anna smiled at him sympathetically and crouched down to his level. "Hey, I didn't mean to get you in trouble," Anna began. "I just... this whole thing with "Frankie" and my dreams and what you've been saying about them being memories... it just freaked me out. I'm sorry." Henry smiled and hugged her. "You're still cleaning this, though."

"But I didn't do it!" Henry whined.

"I know, but I don't feel like cleaning it myself."

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AUTHOR'S NOTE:

y'all i actually laughed SO HARD DURING THAT FLASHBACK SCENE

also whoa what was up with that weird message on her mirror?

I know this was more of a filler chapter, but who do you think did that? do you think anna slept walked or maybe it had something to do with our precious little panny boy?