SO I'VE GONE TO THE DARK SIDE: I ALSO SHIP WOODEN SWAN SINCE GREMMA IS LOOKING BLEAK IN TERMS OF ENDING UP CANON. THAT SAID, I'M STILL A DIE HARD GREMMA SHIPPER. I WANT TO THANK tjmack FOR PUSHING ME TO WRITE THIS. THANK YOU!
DON'T OWN ONCE UPON A TIME.
Snow and Emma stand in the refugee camp, having just been brought up out of the hole. The sun was bright, but the blonde recognizes the hair immediately. She doesn't know how it's possible but isn't about to question the laws of… well, life.
"Graham!" She yells, voice high pitched and slightly disbelieving. Normally she'd cringe at how vulnerable she sounds, but she doesn't care. Some part of her brain thinks this is just some sick joke. But when the man responds, his accent confirms it: her true love is standing twenty feet away.
"Emma?" He begins walking toward her. "How did –what happened?"
"Stop talking." She commands, closing the distance and pulling him close. Their lips crash together. When the need of oxygen becomes too great, they break apart. "I should be asking you; you're the one who died."
"Let's not think about it. I'm here and we're together. That's all that matters." He glances around at the group of people who have formed. Snow walks over and hugs him.
"It's good to see you." The brunette says with a smile.
"You too, Snow." He returns the smile. "What's going on?"
"We need to get back to Storybrooke." Emma answers. "Henry, and dare I say it, David, are there."
"Oh right, he's your dad." Graham winces when Emma tenses. "Sorry, that probably wasn't the best thing to say."
"It's okay." She offers him a shaky smile. "Let's just, um, get going. Mary Margaret has an idea how to get back, but Cora's here and we can't talk about it in front of her."
"I agree." Snow nods. "Lancelot, can we go?"
"On one condition." The tall man says. "You will take my best warrior."
"We can protect ourselves." Emma protests. Graham squeezes her shoulder in an effort to keep her calm, but he chuckles slightly. Oh, his Emma.
"Deal." Snow says before her daughter can talk him out of it. "Thank you."
"Mulan!" He calls. Immediately, the warrior comes out, looking ready for battle.
"Yes?"
"You will be accompanying them."
"Yippee." The blonde mumbles. Graham squeezes her shoulder again.
"It's okay." He whispers.
"You step where I step and do as I say." Mulan says sharply. "If you do, you just might survive." On their way out of the safe haven, Emma says,
"I killed a dragon last week."
"Was the dragon trying to harm you?" Graham asks in an amused voice. Emma stops and crosses her arms, looking at him.
"What about the word makes you think they're friendly?"
"Cause if I didn't know you better, I'd say you have violent tendencies. First you break a town sign, then break Regina's face, and then you kill a dragon. Hmm."
"And a toaster." Snow helpfully supplies.
"Shut up."
"Who's he?" Aurora asks.
"Graham Humbert." He extends his hand, which she shakes. "And you are?"
"Aurora." She smiles.
"It's a pleasure to meet you."
"O-kay." Emma draws the word out. "Not to be the hard ass here, but there are more important things than introductions." Graham hides a smirk. She's jealous.
OKAY, SO KIND OF A SHORT FIRST CHAPTER. I JUST WANTED TO SET THE STAGE FOR WHAT'S TO COME. THE NEXT CHAPTERS WILL BE LONGER AND MORE INTENSE. THANKS FOR READING, AND IF YOU HAVE TIME, FEEL FREE TO DROP A REVIEW!