Disclaimer:I do not own Once Upon a Time though I wish i did. Be patient with me. I have never done a Once fanfic but hopefully it'll get better as the story progresses. Thanks a lot:)
Emma's P.O.V
I slammed the door with a deafening thud as shock sent electric waves throughout my body. The face that was just in front of me jolted my mind with recognition but the harder I tugged at the thought the more my brain seemed to repel the idea that he was possibly anyone I knew. My thoughts barely registered Henry asking me a question or the jumbled reply I answered. I couldn't let some man off the street cause me to question myself. What family was he possibly talking about? My parents had given me up as a child and besides Henry; I no longer had anyone. I shook my head trying to expel the ridiculous ideas forming in my head. This was New York and there were millions of wackos trying to take advantage of people every day. Luckily he didn't have the chance to kiss me. There was no telling what he could've carried. Henry's hand on my shoulder jarred me from my internal drama.
"What time are you and Sam going out tonight? Colin just called and his mom wants to know what time to pick me up." I closed my eyes for a brief moment. The stranger at the door had momentarily made me forget about Sam while just yesterday I was contemplating the idea of being in love with him. How did I get so messed up?
"She can come pick you up whenever you're ready kid. I'm sure you don't want to hang around while your mom is getting ready for her date." I watched his eyes light up and my stomach clenched. Changing my mind in that split second about giving him up was the best thing I ever did and I can't even begin to fathom how my parents could have done it.
"Yeah you're right. I'll let you know when she gets here." He ran off and I was excited to see he had finally made a friend. Even though we moved here a year ago it took Henry a little while to fit in with most of the kids his age but luckily one little boy had taken on the role of his friend.
As I began cleaning the kitchen the strangers face appeared in my mind. He was so familiar I could feel his name on the tip of my tongue but that was silly to even think. Yet his face seemed to dreg up feelings I had forgotten. A smile slowly slid into view on my lips as I could imagine the conversations him and I had shared. I could hear him calling me Swan in a deep accent that I found soothing and I felt his lips brush mine while we were surrounded by thick overgrown trees.
"Oh god I'm fantasizing about a man off the streets." Cleaning up after that barrage of thoughts turned out to be louder and messier than needed but it did good to distract my mind from the onslaught of ideas his face brought to light. I couldn't help but laugh at some things that popped into my brain out of nowhere about this man. I could almost hear the sarcastic way we would talk to each other out of anger but in his eyes I could see he cared for me. A scene that appeared frequently wasn't as happy. It seemed we were in a cave and he professed his love to me but it wasn't a joyous occasion like I figured it would be. Why would someone even say I love you in such a place? I stopped myself. Boy was my imagination running wild today.
"Mom I'm leaving!" Henry's voice was a welcome distraction. I took my time helping him with his bags. I walked with him down the stairs to make sure there were no visitors waiting for either of us. Finally as I walked back into my apartment I relaxed. Maybe he was just someone trying to pull something over on me. I had nothing to worry about besides my date tonight with the guy I could potentially love. I glanced at the clock and I decided to take a nap until it was time for me to get ready for tonight. How could anything go wrong?