A/N: Okay, I'll be upfront; this is my first fanfiction. The idea for this came while watching Star Trek and realizing that Emma and Thor are Kirk's parents. That really doesn't have anything to do with this story, but it just made me frustrated about Emma's lack of a love life. So... yeah. Somehow that turned into this.

On a cold and spooky night, Emma woke with a start to the sound of a grandfather clock's chime. "That's odd," she thought. "I know my room has never been seen by human eyes before, but, judging by how few things I actually brought to Storybrooke, I don't think I even have an alarm clock."

She got up to close her window when the fire in the fireplace suddenly went out. "Okay, now I know that there is no way that there was a fireplace in my room. What is going on?"

A cold breeze whispered through the wind. A faint voice called out, "Emmmmmaaaaa Swaaaannnnn!"

Emma, now thoroughly creeped out, cried, "Gah! What do you want?"

At that moment, Graham's ghost popped up out of nowhere on the foot of Emma's bed. "G'morning, Sunshine!" He smirked at the look of utter shock on Emma's face.

"Graham? But, you… you're dead!"

"As a doornail crushed to bits, but that's beside the point. I'm here about something much more important."

Graham got up and wagged his finger at her. "You've been a naughty girl, Emma Swan. You are the heroine of our story, and what fun is a heroine without some eye candy for her to have relationship drama with?"

Emma broke in, saying, "Well, I have a son to take care of, so back off!"

"Ah, yes, dear Henry. Your bonding with him was cute, but that is so last year. He's got other relatives to take care of him now, especially since Regina's entire personality seems to have changed once you broke the curse. Heck, I'm pretty sure he was safer when David was taking care of him."

Emma was at a loss for words as she considered his point.

Seeing his chance to fulfill his purpose, Graham resumed his message. "And now, as you have so failed to show interest in and acquire a decent love interest after my much-too-early demise, the Powers That Be have come up with a solution: you will go on a date tonight with every possible bachelor in this town of eligible hunks, and, by the morning, you will have to choose one such man for your love life or be resigned to a life of SwanQueen shipdom."

Emma finally snapped out of her silent horror at this and begged, "Please, anything but that! I'd rather walk in on my parents making babies again than suffer that fate!"

Graham nodded gravely. "A wise decision, believe me. I was Regina's kept man for long enough to know what things that would entail."

Looking relieved, Emma asked, "So, then, what do I actually have to do?"

"It is quite simple, really. A bit like speed dating. At the chime of each hour, you will have a date with each man selected for your choosing. You will have a five minute break at the end of each date to primp and ponder. Then, just before the sun rises, I will be back to confirm your choice, and life will continue as normal. Good luck."

Without further ado, he disappeared. Emma sat back on her bed, trying to take in all that had just happened. "Well, for my first experience with a ghost, that wasn't so bad." She glanced at the mysterious grandfather clock, horror registering on her face. "Oh, crap! I need to get dressed!"

A/N: Yep. My brain is a fun place. Also, I didn't mean to be mean to all the SwanQueen shippers out there; I just don't think it will ever happen.