A/N: My apologies for taking awhile to get the next chapter up. Thank to those who reviewed, for the alerts and adding this story to your favs!... and for patiently waiting! This chapter is a short one, but is a continuation to the first chapter. Enjoy!

Chapter 2

She chewed on her bottom lip, letting the silence linger between them. He held her gaze, waiting…expecting…hoping. Only the sounds of distant chatter and roaring engines kept her from hearing his own heart beat erratically against the confines of his chest. And then unexpectedly, she held her guard down and laughed. And it wasn't one of those blown out, hysterical laughs where one had to brace themselves from crying. It was low with sarcasm as he released a defeated sigh.

"Do I humor you, Swan?" He asked, trying to hide the irritation and hurt with a straight face. He surely did not expect this reaction from her, let alone laugh. But there was something about her laugh and smile that left a lasting gleam in her eyes. As strange and complicated their situation may be, he could see that she was in a much happier place then he remembered.

"I'm sorry." She shook her head, followed by a light chuckle as she managed to calm down. "Whoever put you up to this must be seriously desperate to get back at me. But you know what? It's fine! It is in my job description to hunt down criminals and make their lives miserable, even though poor choices and lack of judgment is the primary cause of their misery. I get it." She spoke as a matter of fact, which only left him in confusion.

"What?" He uttered, completely baffled at what she was talking about.

She crossed her arms and tilted her head to the side, reading him carefully in scrutiny. "You can stop threatening me, Mr. Jones…Captain whatever you like to be called these days. But I'm not one to mess with, trust me." She said with warning only to see the frustration evident on his face.

"You don't believe me."

"Of course I don't believe you." She fixed him with an icy glare, refusing to let herself be swayed by the man. "Having a child requires sexual intercourse, which I don't remember having with you! And if I did, it must not have been that great."

She watched as his expression changed from bewilderment to sudden amusement. "Aye, love." He started off with a whisper, smirking as he reached over and tucked loose strands of blond hair behind her ears; a gesture that took her by surprise as she felt sudden chills run down her spine. It took her a moment to realize he was only standing a few inches away from her; his breath warm against her face. For a fraction of a second, she considered closing the gap between them. Then common sense returned. "When you do get your memories back, darling...you will soon discover that I was indeed very…very good."

"Alright then!" Emma backed away from him, breaking under his spell she felt she was in. For a moment there, she was lost in his gaze as though some undeniable force drew her to him. The mischievous grin that was once on his face soon vanished, replaced with worry and fear. "You can leave me alone and enjoy the rest of your freedom. Goodbye now!"

"Emma, please." His tone was urgent and desperate. He felt more vulnerable now than he had moments ago as he felt his plan slip through his fingers. He hurriedly followed her down the stair steps, towards her yellow vehicle; determined no matter how long it would take him. "If you don't believe me, then how do you explain the dreams?"

With her back facing him, she stopped in front of her car and met his soft gaze. "Well, it's clear to me now that the dreams were warning me about you."

There was a short pause as he heaved a deep sigh. "Emma…I can help you remember if you just let me."

She groaned, rolling her eyes in response. "There is no way in hell I'm going to let you kiss me…again."

"Oh believe me. If that's what it takes to keep my private parts intact, then I promise I won't kiss you." He paused briefly." But only if you ask me to." He added with a playful smirk, which soon faded as he remembered what is in stake here. He thought about the people back home in the Enchanted Forest...the Charmings...his daughter...their daughter, and the dangers that lie ahead.

"I don't have time for this. I'm already late for work."

He stood in his place as he watched her fumble with the car keys to unlock the door.

"I know Henry's father is Neal." She opened the door and stopped as she felt her stomach clenched at the acknowledgment that he knew more than she anticipated. Her silence then allowed him to continue on. "And despite our little adventures together, he is an idiot for ever leaving you." Puzzled, Emma furrowed her eyebrows and saw his expression softened. 'They knew each other?' She thought in disbelief. There was a light in his eyes she hadn't seen before. "But it didn't matter what happened then because you have this incredible life with your beautiful son."

"And how the hell did you know that?" She snapped, trying so hard to contain her emotions that suddenly slipped out from her lips. She was confused, lost...angry at the man for bringing out the darkest days of her life. "How are you not stalking me right now?"

"You once told me that you had a gift. That you can see right through people; through their lies and if they are telling the truth." He breathed, his voice calmer now. "So look at me, Emma and tell me that I am lying."

She stared deep into his blue eyes, so sincere and full of promise, she felt her body go numb. She was most certain about people; their intentions, the deceptions; the hurt; the lies and truths that people fail to hide. But as she looked at the man before her, she felt afraid…afraid that she was most certainly wrong about him.

"As I once told you before, Emma...try something new." He smiled. "It's called trust."

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