THIS WAS AN IDEA I GOT, TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT I WAS GOING TO DO UNTIL VAMPIRE DIARIES. HOPE YOU LIKE!
DON'T OWN IT.
Mary Margaret watched her roommate nervously, not sure whether she should ask the nagging question or not. Just because the blonde had come home from the bar somewhat sober, didn't mean she still was. She was plopped on the couch with a glass of wine in hand, the bottle in front of her on the table. Sighing, she decided to take the plunge. Once the alcohol wore off, she knew she'd never get the information out of Emma.
"You okay?" She took a seat next to her companion. Emma put down the newspaper she was reading.
"Yeah. I beat Regina, and have a place in Henry's life. So yeah, I'm good." Emma smiled.
"That's good. Are you okay about Graham?"
"Why wouldn't I be? Nothing was going on between us." She lied. She continued when the brunette gave her an incredulous look. "Okay, fine. So it was shocking at first. A healthy man just keeled over right in front of me. But I'm over it."
"Your toaster abuse begs to differ."
"Did you just call it toaster abuse?" Emma cracked a smile.
"Well, I'm pretty sure beating the crap out of a toaster counts as abuse." Mary Margaret argued.
"At least I tried to fix it." Emma shrugged.
"That you did. And unsuccessfully I might add."
"I'll bring it to Mr. Gold in the morning." She said.
"I thought you were mad at him?" Mary Margaret questioned.
"I am. But I'm not done the conversation we were having."
"Oh?" This piqued her interest.
"He predicted me. He knew exactly what I'd do. I didn't even realize his plan. How could I have been so stupid?"
"Emma, you weren't stupid. You just acted as you normally would've. You won for being you. The situations that Mr. Gold put you in were just to show how amazing you are. You're going to be a great sheriff, Emma. That, and you're the only one around here who can probably even stop a criminal. What is Sydney? Late forties, early fifties?" Mary Margaret placed a comforting hand on Emma's shoulder.
"I still should've seen through it. I should've known what he was up to." Emma argued.
"What makes you so special?" Mary Margaret said. According to Henry, because I'm going to save everyone from a curse, Emma thought.
"Nothing." Emma shrugged. "I'm just not used to being manipulated."
"Something else is bothering you. It's not just the usual. What's going on?"
"Nothing." The blonde insisted, almost to the point of whining.
"The floral and toaster abuse don't point to nothing." Mary Margaret said.
"Then maybe you're reading too much into them."
"Look, Emma, I know you have issues. I completely understand if you don't want to talk to me about them. But you should talk to someone. Keeping it bottled up is never a good idea. It ends up coming out as toaster abuse. And after that, if you get really mad at Mayor Regina. I'm just saying, at least consider it." Mary Margaret said slowly and easily, trying to not sound accusative.
"So you're saying I need a shrink." Emma glared at her.
"Not necessarily a therapist. Just a friend to talk to. Emma, please. I know it doesn't make sense, but I care about you. I don't want to see you get hurt anymore." Mary Margaret said, eyes full of concern and sympathy.
"You've known me for a month and a half. You can't possibly care about me." Emma insisted.
"Well, I do. Nothing you do could ever change that." Both Emma and Mary Margaret were surprised at the strength and determination on the brunette's voice. It was as if she had a newfound reason to live. "Emma, I'm never going to leave you. It may take you months to realize it, but I believe that Storybrooke is your home. Everyone here is fond of you. Please don't run from us."
"But after what happened with Graham…" Emma's voice broke.
"I know." Mary Margaret pulled her into a hug. "But it'll be okay." She whispered.
I DON'T KNOW IF I SHOULD CONTINUE. THOUGHTS?