Hi. So this idea came to mind a while ago and I don't really know where it's going, but take a look if you want. Any mistakes are mine, so sorry in advanced for those.

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Prolong – Emmett Swan meet your son.

There are a lot of things that Emmett Swan knows he can handle. He's a bounty hunter, a job not to be taken lightly, so he understands that he can't afford to freeze up at any moment. He's good at his job. Not just because he has an amazing ability for finding people, but also because he never once freezes on the job. No matter the situation he seems to find himself in, he always stays cool and collected. He doesn't freeze. If he really thinks about it, his whole life was spent with the thought that he had to hold himself together. He had to take care of himself and not let circumstances get the better of him. Always keep his emotions locked and never let his defenses down. Never freeze up enough to give someone else the advantage. Except with-No. He won't freeze.

Can't freeze he thinks, even as his knuckles turn white from the pressure he's using to grip the door knob. Even as he stares blankly down at the boy standing on his doorstep. The boy looking at him with big brown eyes that look familiar, but don't. He's seen those eyes before. But he hasn't at the same time. Where have I seen them?

"Did you hear me?" the boy asks, rocking back and forth on his heels.

"I'm your son." It repeats over and over again in his head. Three words to stop his world and cause the walls to feel like they are caving in.

Emmett should be saying something. Doing something, anything, but he just can't seem to grasp the concept of it. He's frozen, staring down at the little boy. So small, can't be any older than seven or eight.

"Oh hey, juice." he says as he rushes past Emmett and into the apartment. The slight pressure of him squeezing by is what finally knocks the blond out of whatever daze he found himself in, giving him back control.

"Kid, what the hell? You don't just go into strangers homes like that." He says, following the boy into the kitchen.

"But you're not a stranger, you're my dad."

"Wait, no. I don't have a son." Emmett stresses, feeling a headache starting to form in the back of his skull. There is a darkness creeping in along the edges of his eyes, making his already light headed feeling more alarming. I don't have a son. He repeats mentally, not allowing the faint feeling he has to take over. Not with a boy that is calming to be his son there any way.

"Eight years ago, you put a baby up for adoption. Or well, your girlfriend did, and now here I am."

"Look Harry-"

"Henry."

"Right, sorry. Look Henry, I think you made a mistake, because I don't even have a girlfriend. And if I did, I'd hope she tell me if she was having my baby." Emmett said, running a hand through his hair as he walked up to Henry and leaned against the counter.

"Yeah that is weird. Why would anyone not tell someone they were going to be a dad?" Henry asked, looking at the blond with such innocent and genuine confusion. It caught him of guard, if Emmett was being honest, but also reminded him that there were other, more important, things to worry about besides his inner panic.

"I don't know kid. Maybe they just think it's better that way." He says, grabbing another glass to pour himself some juice as well. Maybe the kid wouldn't notice if I spiked it. Emmett thinks against that thought immediately, not wanting to deal with a child while under the influence. Besides, even he wasn't irresponsible enough to drink and drive, which he would be doing soon to return the boy home.

"Where you fro, kid?" Henry looks at him curiously and a little hesitant, but relents. "Storybrooke."

Emmett smirks, just barely holding back a chuckle at the name. "Really? Well okay, and where's that?"

"Maine." The blond spits up his juice, coughing loudly as he pounds on his chest. "Maine!" He wheezes, still trying to regain his posture. "Kid, what the hell?"

"What?"

"How'd you get here?"

"I took the bus." Henry says as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"You spent six hours on a bus? Do you have any idea how dangerous that is?" Emmett asks, running another hand through his hair. Oh God what is happening?

"Hey is it your birthday?" Henry ignores the pacing blond, picking up the forgotten cupcake and swiping some of the frosting. The older man turns at the question, a hand covering his slacked jaw as his keeps himself from panicking to much.

"Um, yeah." It's a mumbled reply, barely audible, but Henry hears it and grins.

"What did you wish for? My birthday was two months ago and I wished for some more comics, also a telescope. It's so awesome." The little boy happily rambles on, continuing the one sided conversion as his blond father internally falls apart.

"Henry," Emmett starts, walking over to the boy "we need to get you home. Your parents must be worried sick."

"I don't have parents." He states. "Just a dad and he's evil."

Emmett almost snorts. Almost because he doesn't know how to deal with all this and he feels like all of this is just some bad, messed up dream.

"I'm sure that's not true." He says, remembering some of his own foster parents and rethinking the whole thing. "Why do you think he's evil? Does he hurt you?" Brown eyes turn to lock onto his blue ones in surprise.

"No! Why would you even think that?" Henry asks, taking Emmett by surprise, but the blond takes the mood switch in strides.

"You just told me he was evil."

"Yeah, but he would never hurt me!" Henry snaps, eyebrows drawn and lips turned down in a frown. Emmett has never seen a cuter glare in all his life.

"Then why do you say he's evil?" The bounty hunter is more than a little amused by the boy's defensiveness of someone he's calling evil.

"Because he cast a curse on everyone in Storybrooke." Henry says, staring at the blond like he should have guessed that was the answer all along. This time Emmett can't help but snort. Very loudly. The look he gets from the kid doesn't help at all and he just chuckles at the seriousness in his tone.

"Okay and why did he do that?" Emmett won't lie; he's curious where this is going to end up, already getting ready to explain against it.

"Because he's evil! He wanted revenge on Snow White, so he took away everyone's happily ever after/"

"But I thought the Evil Queen was the one who hated Snow White?"

"Not everything is a Disney movie Emmett. My dad is the Evil King."

"Right. What was I thinking, that just makes more sense."

"You don't believe me." Henry sniffles. Oh no, he doesn't know how to work with tears.

"I believe that this is all something you really and truly think is real." Emmett hurries to say, not wanting the kid to cry. Henry seems to consider that, thinking it over in his head as he looks down, before pushing himself off the counter and nodding his head. "Okay."

"Great. Now, if you're done with your juice, we need to get going." Emmett says as he grabs his keys and a jacket. "Going where?" Henry asks.

"To Storybrooke. We need to get you home."

"And break the curse." Henry adds.

"What?" The blond stops to turn and look at the boy.

"You need to break the curse my dad cast."

"What makes you so sure that it's me that has to break it?"

Henry just looks at him, a smile on his face that threatens to split it open. There's so much trust in his gaze. Trust not earned and it makes Emmett uneasy.

"Because you're the savoir."

Well there you have it. What do you guys think? Should I keep going?

Also if you'd like, I sort of pictured Paul Walker as Emmett, but you can use anyone you'd like and even share them with me if you want. Reviews are always welcomed. Thanks for reading.