~Please mind that this is my first time writing Emma and Graham so if anything is not right I'm sorry! X (I don't know what happened the first time I uploaded this)
All Emma could think while running down the hallway of Regi-The Evil Queen's castle was to find Snow and get the hell out of there.
During the run to find Snow, Emma ended up being at the back of the group. She spun around as fast as she could at the sound of footsteps behind her. The others kept on running without noticing the new arrival.
Emma was stunned still, after turning, she had been expecting to fight off a guard and continue her search along with the others. While yes she was faced with the armour of one of the guards, it was the man wearing the armour that shocked her.
Emma Swan was now face to face with someone she had only seen in dreams. The face that had been slowly fading away was now clear as day in front of her.
"Graham." She whispered awestruck.
"I'm sorry, who?" He said in the same voice with the Irish accent she remembered so well.
Emma shook her head to clear her thoughts. "Nevermind. I suppose you're here to take me back to my cell?"
"Not exactly, I heard one of your friends mention a woman named 'Snow' when you ran by. I came to help, she is a friend. There is a passage on the right of this corridor, it leads to the grounds, it's a fast way the get out without passing many guards." He had the same fond smile she had seen him us on so many people back in Storybroke when he talked of Snow.
"Thank you…." Emma had to catch herself before she said him name. "I didn't catch a name before."
"I don't necessarily have one." Graham gave her a shy grin. "What did you say before, when you turned around?"
Emma paused, she hoped this wouldn't cause any damage later on. "Graham."
"A friend of yours?"
"Yes, you just reminded me of him."
Graham gave Emma a beautiful smile, much like the one before-no Emma now is not the time or place to think of that again.
"Graham? I like the sound of that."