First of all thank you for the reviews of my first work! You cannot know how much it means to me!

Also I have to warn you before you start, english isn't my mother language, so expect a few (if not a lot) grammar mistakes. I'm doing my best here :)

So! New story, here we go! Enjoy!

It was late, Mary Margaret was sure if she had closed her eyes she would have fallen asleep hours ago. But she couldn't.

Half past 2. Where the hell could she possibly be?

Mary Margaret knew Emma could take care of herself, but she never stayed out so late before. Emma didn't say a word before she left, just like she wasn't talking much the past few days.

Ever since Graham had that heart attack.

She started to worry. Even though Emma tried to show how strong she was, that she didn't cared much about the whole thing, Mary Margaret could tell she was lying. Not because she was a bad liar, she was actually very good at it. She could fool everyone expect her flatmate. Mary Margaret wasn't sure why she saw how empty and lonely Emma had become since then, but she did.

Of course, Mary Margaret was very sad that Graham died. She knew him as long as she could remember and he had always been nice to her. Even in his last days, when they talked. When he asked strange things and looked like he was sick.

I must have been a sing of his heart-condition. I should have told him to go to the hospital immediately.

Emma didn't tell Mary Margaret a word about what happened to Graham. Nor anyone else. Mary Margaret asked Dr. Whale and all he could say is that he was dead when he arrived. There was nothing anyone could do. She knew it wouldn't be a smart move to force Emma to open up. She would just close herself up more and Mary Margaret would never be able to help her. And she wanted to, that was all she could think about.

But she was afraid for her. She wanted to make sure Emma didn't do anything reckless or dangerous. The week before she basically stalked her, went with her almost everywhere but they never talked much. After a few days Emma had enough of her personal bodyguard and told Mary Margaret to back off. Of course as soon as she said it she regretted every word and apologized immediately. Mary Margaret understood, she wasn't mad at all. But she got the message – she has to leave her alone for a little while.

But now, when Emma was God-knew-where and was doing God-knew-what, Mary Margaret started to think about breaking the promise she made herself. She wanted to see if she was ok. She needed to know. Emma was her best friend, and not because Mary Margaret haven't had many or because they lived together. Because they were there for each other when it was needed.

And Mary Margaret knew that this was one of those moments when Emma needed a friend. Even if she didn't wanted to admit it or ask for it.

As Mary Margaret finally made up her mind, stood up to pick up her jacket and go look for her flatmate the door swung wide open.

Leroy grabbed Emma before she could fall into the room. Mary Margaret looked shocked at Leroy, her wide eyes asked the question louder than how Emma was laughing.

"We had a few drinks. " He answered her unspoken question.

After the first shock, Mary Margaret looked more and more angry so Leroy, after pulling out a chair and helping Emma sit here without falling to the ground, raised his hands defensively.

"Hey, I said we had a few drinks. And that was all I had! But she… she said she needed more. Like, a lot more. "

"How much did she have? "

"Enough for a strong headache for tomorrow. "

"But how is she right now? "

"Right now? She loves everyone. She hugged me more times this ten minutes I walked her home than everyone else in two years. Minimum. "

Mary Margaret gave him a reproving look. He as well looked far too happy.

"Okay, thank you for bringing her home, but now you need to go. " She turned to Emma to see how she was doing.

"As you wish, Snow White. "

Mary Margaret turned around and looked at him confused.

"Excuse me? "