Emma Swan

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"That…. is an awful decoration."

"You don’t have to be in my house."

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"I never crossed any line a-and… You definitely have me mixed up with another Emma, I’ve never met you and hell if I even know what you’re talking about. I’m me. I know that, there’s nothing ‘i need reminded of’." Emma said, skeptical of him. "Okay maybe it was abit rude or whatever for me to say that but that… that is inhuman." She pointed out, groaning.  "Look, whoever you think I am I’m not and I guess I’m sorry for ‘offending’ you okay?"

"Sheriff of Storybrooke, you took my job after I died." He shook his head and paused. "No yer right. It’s a waste of time trying to remind you of who you are. Despite the fact that you reminded me of who I was when I lost my way." He tried to hide how he felt under his flat tone, though his words were laced with sadness. "I never asked for any of this, looking like this…sometimes you just don’t get a choice. I chose to live with this for someone, though it seems I will never be able to integrate with society, and its because of people like you."

"How you’re speaking…. It seems all jibberish and crazy talk." She admitted. "I’ve never been a sheriff or heard of some place called ‘Storybrooke’, hun." Emma looked away, huffing some in disbelief. "I have not seen you before in. my. life." It just seemed this guy couldn’t understand or get that.. They’ve never met. She would have remembered, which she didn’t.

"I understand sometimes there aren’t choices and— You know what?" Emma groaned. " That’s how life is. Things aren’t fair and choices can’t be made and people are unfair and flickaway different and I can’t do anything about that.  I’m sorry I’ve hurt your prissy feelings and I’m sorry society is a dick but that’s not my fault and you chose something and suffered the consequence and I’ve done that to.” She said in annoyance. Maybe she worded what was said in a bad way. But she can’t do anything about how he’s treated by everyone else, and she gets that sometimes you have to suffer the consequence for things. She’d been bailed out of jail after Neal disappeared and that was her consequence for her crimes.

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"If you don’t mind. I really don’t have time for this, I don’t want to have Henry walk home again in the snow, okay?" She said, kicking her car lightly. "God dammit, freakin’ cold." Emma muttered, slamming the door shut. She’d have to walk now.

Graham had been living outside of Storybrooke since his ‘death’. It seemed that the Curse couldn’t calculate death and when it befell him it simply kicked him out of the town. He wasn’t sure what the status of his heart was…though he’d been to several doctors who’d assured him that he had a very, very healthy one….but he had seemed more bitter lately. Maybe the emotional part of his heart had died?

He dwelt on it often…and he was doing just that when he saw the woman stopped on the side of the road. He’d almost started to drive on…pretty girls could always get help. But then a wave of familiarity ran over him and he slammed on the breaks.

"Em—" he stuck his head out of his car window and started to call her name when he realized that there was no way Emma could have left Storybrooke…no way at all…

He cleared his throat quickly, “Um…need some help Ma’am?”

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Emma jumped slightly, turning to the voice that seemed to come out of nowhere. “Hey— No.” she sighed. “No, my car. Doesn’t like working too well when it gets so cold out.” She explained, turning around and leaning against it. “It’s fine I can take care of it later. Just needed to get somewhere right now but I can walk.” She told him and shook her head. “I think I outta be able to do fine though, thanks.”

Graham frowned and glanced down the road which was covered in snow and ice. This wasn’t any day to be walking anywhere…especially with more snow threatening at any second.

"I can take a look at it—really." he looked at her again. "This isn’t any kind of weather to be walking around in…or I could lend you money for a bus."

He was so close to offering her a ride—but that would be creepy out here in the big world. In Storybrooke it was normal—out here she’d probably think he was a rapist or a serial killer.

"I guess you can try." Emma sighed, watching him. "I’ve had a look taken at it before— and I have some money, thanks. I don’t need to take any of yours." She told him and looked around some. "I lived here most all my life, I’m sure I can handle this."

It was true. As far as she knew of most all her life was in Boston aside from a few times she may have lived another place. “Just a couple blocks away from here though…” Muttering something under a sigh she adjusted her scarf. “If you want though take a shot” She told, motioning to her car.

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Emma stared at him bewildered. “I never met you. I never had anyone die in my arms.” She started. “Two years ago I was having my same job, my same home and with my son and never, in all my life, have I had a man die in my arms. I’m a hundred percent positive I’d remember.” Watching him turn around and walk away, at least she wouldn’t have to then. “So I’m pretty sure ya got me confused with another blonde.”

"I know who you are Emma, and maybe you crossed the line and don’t remember who you are, but the Emma I knew wouldn’t call someone a inhumane and freak just because they were different. Maybe you should have someone remind you who you are." He continued to walk away towards the main street. He was so tired of this treatment from people. He wanted to go home.

"I never crossed any line a-and… You definitely have me mixed up with another Emma, I’ve never met you and hell if I even know what you’re talking about. I’m me. I know that, there’s nothing ‘i need reminded of’." Emma said, skeptical of him. "Okay maybe it was abit rude or whatever for me to say that but that… that is inhuman." She pointed out, groaning.  "Look, whoever you think I am I’m not and I guess I’m sorry for ‘offending’ you okay?"

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"-And here I thought zombies were the result of bringing back the dead." Emma sighed, rolling her eyes. "Why the hell would I be happy to see you, again?" She asked. "I’m sorry, really, but I tend to be more freaked or weirded out meeting some dog person rather than happy." A step was taken back, though she still hadn’t moved to far away. "I’d like to meet someone who doesn’t think.. Whatever when seeing… that.” Emma said motioning to his ears.

"You don’t remember who I am do you? I never really was the memorable, I guess I can’t expect you to remember the guy who died in yer arms two years ago. Maybe it’s fer the best." He turned his back to her and began walking away. He should have been ok with her forgetting him, that was fine. But he wasn’t a monster, he wasn’t. At least he kept telling himself that.

Emma stared at him bewildered. “I never met you. I never had anyone die in my arms.” She started. “Two years ago I was having my same job, my same home and with my son and never, in all my life, have I had a man die in my arms. I’m a hundred percent positive I’d remember.” Watching him turn around and walk away, at least she wouldn’t have to then. “So I’m pretty sure ya got me confused with another blonde.”

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"I’m pretty sure I can go with out donuts for a few days now. Definitely beats the paperwork."

"Look, Regina, he’s my son too, and It’s not like I’m forbidding him from being around you, like you did me. I’m not saying I don’t find it safe to be around you. But there are some points in time where I find it best if he doesn’t do certain things. I just want to keep him safe and that’s not always just from you."

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What the hell is this conversation really about, Emma? Because, what I hear is an abundance of nonsense and what I’m getting a sense of is that you’re trying to push me. To do what

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The three of us should talk. Together. If you’re determined to act like a mother to him I expect you to do the work. 

"I’m not trying to push you to do anything. All I even meant was that I’d have to see if we would be able to have dinner. I am doing the work, I’m doing what I can. He came to me for a mother so that’s what I’m doing."

"I’m sorry I can’t always give you direct answers for everything."

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