Emma Swan finally found her fairytale (![]() ![]() @ 2012-09-30 08:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | emma swan, sheriff graham/huntsman |
Who: Graham and Emma
What: Feels? Surprises? ALL THE THINGS!
When: Backdated to shortly after Graham's arrival
Where: Complex, Roadhouse
Warnings: Probably language and a healthy dose of angst
This was probably not her smartest idea.
But she couldn't abandon him. Emma owed Graham her life. Honestly, she owed him so much more. If she'd believed him, if she'd listened when he'd come to her, completely miserable, maybe she could have saved him. Maybe she could have stopped Regina sooner.
Oh, the Graham-ghost had told her she wasn't to blame, and she'd wanted to believe him. But this wasn't a ghost. This was the real thing, not some manifestation of her own, tortured conscience. This was her Graham, who Mary Margaret had rightfully accused her of putting her walls up against. Didn't she always? Of course she did. And why shouldn't she? What had taking down those walls ever done for her? Nothing good.
And now there was Henry to consider. And the baby. God, the baby. She should have warned him. At nearly six months, it was almost impossible to hide it, so she didn't. If people saw her, let them judge her. She didn't talk to everyone, but she did pay attention, and there were few around that city who were faultless. However, Graham would be expecting the woman he'd just died with. And she? Had changed. Considerably.
She got out of the car in front of the Complex and stood beside it, waiting. He couldn't hate her, could he? Well. Maybe. It didn't sound like he did. But there was a lot he didn't know yet. Most of it which she'd tell him. She was honest about most things if asked. But not all. Never all.