Hey guys. Wow I just can't believe all the great reviews I got from the first chapter. Thank you so much! You guys convinced me to continue writing. SO here's Chapter 2. I hope you like it. You might hate me for this, but I'm giving them lots of hurdles to overcome. And if you guys have read my other fic 'Enter Night' you'll know, I love making problems for the main characters in my stories :) SO yeah.. Enjoy!

Blue swirls of passion and green of strength flow through Emma's mind as she awakes in her bed at the inn. She can't stop thinking of the two most attractive men in the town, who have been residing in her dreams. It has been awhile since Emma was interested in anyone, and now she has two damned men haunting her dreams. On one hand you have Graham. Kind and sweet, a sheriff that screams safety and protection. Single. On the other you have Chris. Dark and mysterious a rich and flirty dock owner. Taken. She thinks that maybe Graham and her could work out, if she was planning on staying in Storybrooke for longer, and maybe she and Chris could be friends. She didn't understand why she was thinking about this. Maybe its because she's been without love for so long?

It is a sunny day in Storybrooke. The rays bathe the streets and its residents in warmth. Chris Jones walks along the roads breathing in the fresh air, stopping in the middle to savor the fresh air and admire the newly functional clock tower. He smiles to the mayor, who carefully winks back.

Regina was always interested in him, flirting with him every chance she got, but never gave in, no matter how attractive she was, because of his commitment to Laurel. Laurel. He thinks about his fiancée and how they've been engaged for as long as he can remember, but they never managed to tie the knot. Now definitely isn't the ideal time for the two of them to be wed, because Chris feels that their attraction is slowly dying out. What's even worse is that Storybrooke's latest visitor seems to have ignited a fire within him. No Jones, you bloody idiot. You love Laurel. You are in a bloody committed relationship with her. She's your soul mate. But is she really? Laurel criticizes him every chance she gets. She shows fear towards his amputated left arm, asking him never to touch her with it. Though his fiancée is definitely attracted to him; because honestly every single woman in the town, even Granny, can't help but steal a look at him; taking him to bed every chance she gets, he knows deep down that Laurel is repelled by his left arm. Even when they are intimate in bed, the woman never even bothers to hide the way she cringes at the sight of it. But the way Emma looked at him, she didn't look afraid or repulsed by it, she looked at him with loving hazel eyes, beautiful red lips and smooth ivory skin... Snap out of it Jones!

Chris looks away from the mayor and makes his way down the street to Granny's Diner, to meet his beloved and his little sister. He only hopes that he won't find the two bickering... again.

Henry walks into the diner after having a heated conversation with his mother. The Evil Queen was looking into his book and demanding to know where the missing pages were! Oh, but Henry is smarter than that. He hid them in the perfect hiding spot. Now all he needs is for Emma to come to the diner. He walks by Mister Jones, Miss Harvart and Gwen. Or should he say Captain Hook, a woman whose identity he doesn't quite know yet and Wendy Darling. He sits himself by the stool next to Laurel and smiles. Her eyes widen and nose wrinkles at the boy, causing her to be blissfully unaware of the looks Ruby is shooting at Chris.

"Can I help you?" Laurel snaps.

"Do you have any pet monkeys?" Henry asks. Chris and Gwen burst into a fit of laughter and so does Ruby and the Sheriff.

"Excuse me?" Laurel asks, shock written all over her face.

"You just look like you like monkeys." Henry states as a matter of factly.

"And you young man need to learn some manners."

"Love," Chris begins. "Relax he's just a lad." He looks to his fiancée with a warning look. She really needs to loosen up and be a little more compassionate towards the kid. Henry looks past the woman.

"Mr. Jones?"

"Yes my boy?"

"What's a really cool animal?"

"Well," Jones chuckles. "If I had to choose one, I'd say a cobra. Why do you ask?"

"No reason." Henry smiles, handing Ruby a ten dollar bill for a cup of cocoa and plate of pancakes. He then makes his way to the booth behind Graham and sits down to enjoy his breakfast.

"Ugg! I hate children." Laurel exclaims rubbing her temples. "Disgusting little pests that steal off of others." Chris's smile dies down. He always wanted a family and that looks impossible with his girlfriend who wants something far from it.

"You're one to talk!" Gwen scoffs at the woman. Oh not this again! Chris thinks. His sister always thought that his girlfriend didn't love him and was there for the money and luxury... and his body. He never had any of it, warning his sister to lay off it and respect the woman he loved... loves.

"Gwen." He warns, but before he can further reprimand his sister, the Diner's door swings open as a blonde haired beauty walks in. She's wearing the same outfit he saw her in the other day. Skin tight jeans hugging her hips, a white tank top topped with a red jacket accenting her chest. The soft curls bouncing along her shoulders. And those eyes... those lips... so beautiful... so inviting. He rips his gaze from her and meets Laurel's angry stare. He ignores it and takes a sip of coffee.

Emma sits at a stool far from the Jones' and orders an omelet to accompany her morning reading of the Mirror. Ruby walks in front of her, sending a wink to the back of the room, and places a cup of hot cocoa in front of Emma.

"Thanks, but I didn't order this." Emma says, giving the waitress a questioning look.

"Oh, I know. You have an admirer." Ruby nods to the back of the room. Emma turns her head and sees Graham sitting alone at the booth. She takes in a deep breath and heads towards him.

Chris stares at the food in front of him but watches Emma through his peripheral vision. Laurel is glaring at her with a menacing look as she walks towards the Sheriff. See Jones, you bloody idiot. Now she's going to acquaint herself with Graham and she'll be taken. So stop thinking about this bloody vixen! He mentally scolds himself. He laughs inside as she turns Graham down.

"I think they'd make a cute couple." Ruby whispers to Gwen, who giggles. Since when did Gwen giggle? And they would not make a cute couple! Shut up Jones, you're engaged!

It takes a moment before Henry reveals himself to be the admirer.

"Don't you have school?" Emma asks.

"Duh! I'm ten." Henry slings his bag over his shoulder. "Walk me."

He watches the cute exchange between mother and son. It's adorable.

Emma walks out of Granny's with Henry, aware of the many eyes following their forms. But what she notices most is Chris's stare, causing her to smile inside. Henry chats away about the curse and its new name, operation cobra, handing her the missing pages of his book. She is starting to like this kid, no matter what his quirks.

"So you decided to stay." A black haired woman beams. Mary Margaret Blanchard. Henry runs off to join his classmates.

"But for a week." Emma replies. "Only a week."

"You know I'm being set up, right?" Emma huffs, as Graham takes her mug shot. That freaking crazy bitch of a mayor set her up for theft!

"To the right." Graham says. "And who would do that?"

"Mayor Mills." Emma turns. "She's got her hands everywhere! She could have easily manipulated Archie into saying I stole the files.

"Well, isn't this a sight to see." Graham stops snapping photos and Emma whips her head around to see Chris standing in the doorway. He's leaning against the wood, in a relaxed pose, arms and legs crossed, with a cocky grin plastered on his face. "I never pictured you as a con woman Swan. I must say you play it well." Emma can't help but roll her eyes at his comment.

"Ignore Mr. Jones, Ms. Swan. He's just cranky that his woman has got him on a tight leash." Graham says, taking another photo. "And to the left please."

"Oi! Well." Chris begins. "If that's the case. Then I guess I won't be breaking out the beer tonight."

"Oh so this town does know how to have a little fun." Emma jokes leaning against the wall.

"Hardly." Graham laughs, opening up the cell door, motioning for Emma to get it. "I'm simply aiding Chris in building a deck. Simple sawing is all that will be done."

The woman tries to imagine the two heavily accented men working all day in the sun. Both well built, both extremely attractive. But one's engaged! Emma reminds herself. She looks from Graham's warm green eyes to Chris's striking blue ones. Both enchanting and beautiful. But you're not here to date! You're here for your kid! Just for a week.

"You're welcome to come watch of course, lass." Chris winks, prompting a blush to appear across the woman's face.

"I'm pretty sure I have a good excuse not to." Emma says lifting up her wrists, which are bound together by cuffs. Her boots hit the flooring as she marches into the cell with a pout, but before the sheriff can close the cell door, Mary Margaret, in a frilly white blouse and skirt, and Henry, clutching his backpack, come running into the station.

"Hey!" Henry screams as he rushes past Chris.

"Henry!" Graham exclaims, shocked. "Henry what are you doing here?"

"Miss Mills told him what happened." Mary Margaret pipes up.

"Of course she did." Emma rolls her eyes."Henry, whatever your mom told you..."

"You're a genius!"

"What?"

"You know, for collecting Intel for operation cobra." Henry beams.

"I'm sorry, I don't quite understand" Graham says, a little confused. Chris also appears to be raising an eyebrow at the child.

"It's need to know guys." Henry explains. "And all you need to know is that Mary Margaret's here to bail her out?"

"Why?" Emma asks, not knowing what to say.

"You're here for Henry and that's what matters." Mary Margaret smiles. "He needs you in his life. And I feel like I can trust you."

"Guess you're free after all lass." Chris grins. Emma gives him a fake smile, rolling her eyes.

"Actually, I've got some remodeling of my own to do." Emma states as Graham frees her from the cuffs. "Which reminds me, could I borrow your saw?"

After successfully remodeling the mayor's precious apple tree, she returns to the Bed and Breakfast to relax.

"I'm sorry Emma, but I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to leave." Granny begins. "We have a no felon policy."

"And let me guess, you just received a call from the mayors office to remind you?" Emma hands over the keys to Granny and heads out of the building. She marches towards her beetle, stopping abruptly when she sees her front tires anchored down. Turning around, her body rams into someone else.

"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!"

"Why hello lass. I just knew you couldn't keep your hands off me." He grins madly, revealing a nice set of white teeth.

"You do know you're engaged right?" Emma crosses her arms.

"Aye, Laurel needs not to worry." Chris laughs. "Besides, I just love to see you all flustered." He leans forward, his voice dropping an octave lower. Emma raises her eyebrow.

"I'm not flustered..."

"Relax lass, I'm joking." He looks down at the tires of her car. "Need some assistance?"

"Oh no its fine. I can deal with this on my own."

"No, it's not. Unless you enjoy long walks. I can get this off in a minute. You can think of this as repaying a debt." Emma watches as reaches into a bag, that was slumped over his shoulder, pulling out a few tools.

"So you just carry a tool box with you everywhere?" Emma jokes.

"Well I was on my way to fix my deck." Chris says bending down to pick at the contraption. "When a woman was in dire need of my assistance."

"And who's this woman?"

"A stubborn lass who's got many trust issues."

"I don't... "

"But she also is a strong, beautiful and intelligent woman, who I don't mind helping."

"She sounds like a hell of a woman." Emma says, managing to crack a smile.

"Oh she is." Chris successfully removes the device from the bug's front tires and rises up to meet Emma. She notices how tall he is along with a faint scar on his cheekbone. "That should do it."

"Thank you." She doesn't mean for her voice to come out slightly breathless and she fights a blush that threatens to run along her cheeks. Her phone starts vibrating in her pocket, prompting the two of them to break their gaze as Emma reaches to answer it.

"Hello?"

"Good afternoon Miss Swan."

"Madame Mayor."

"I realize that attacking one another will only end up hurting Henry in the end. I'm willing to come up with a truce and discuss how to fix this situation for Henry's best interest."

"Okay."

"Drive over to my office, or walk, which ever you prefer."

"I think I'll drive." Emma snaps, and content at hearing Regina speechless on the other line, she hangs up the phone and returns it to her pocket.

"So I believe that's my cue to go." Chris says, playing with his false hand.

"Yeah, unfortunately I have a meeting with Madame Mayor." Emma says. "Thank you for everything, really. I mean, you don't have be kind towards me, and God knows Regina will find away to turn you against me to."

"Well, luckily I'm not afraid of her." Chris's tone gets more serious. "Let me tell you how my life works. I make the demands and others follow them, not the other way around. She can come at me all she likes, but I'm not one of her puppets." Emma smiles.

"On that note, I better get going."

"Then, I guess I'll be seeing you around Swan."

"I guess so." She watches him walk away and retreats back into her car.

Chris walks back towards his home. It's not a great big mansion. A simple three bedroom town home with light grey bricks, blue-ish grey windows and doors and jet black slate covering the roof. He walks around to the back and sees that Graham hasn't yet arrived.

"There's my handsome husband to be." He looks around and sees Laurel in a tight green dress and black pumps, coming out the door towards him. She wraps her arms around his muscular shoulders and smoothes her hands along his back. She captures his mouth in a heated kiss, her tongue diving into his mouth. "I've been waiting for you."

"Now, what did I do to deserve that?" He asks with a grin. He doesn't understand why she's been constantly throwing herself at him these past few days. Of course, she's always made her attractions to him obvious, but lately she's been sweeter and more... eager to jump his bones.

"Well." She starts, playing with his ear. "Your sister is hanging out with that slut from the diner and their pregnant friend. Graham isn't coming till seven, so that leaves us and hour with the house to ourselves."

"Then what are we doing outside, love?" He scoops Laurel up into his arms and carries her into the house. He lays kisses along her mouth and stops only to lay her on the bed. Ridding themselves of their clothes, they lay in the bed together, limbs intertwined. She lays out a chorus of moans but Chris can't seem to keep his mind on her.

He kisses down her neck, between her breasts and stops at her hips. She lets out a groan if frustration and he chuckles, looking up to see the blonde beauty beneath him. Wait blonde? Instead of Laurel, he sees Emma writhing beneath him, smiling at him, bringing her hand up to caress his left arm to massage her way down. She's so beautiful and intoxicating, but she can't really be there. He shuts his eyes tight and opens them again. Laurel has her back arched and head back, digging into the pillow. Her brown hair fanned out on the pillow.

After fifteen minutes of ravishing his fiancée he whips the covers off and starts to collect his clothes. He just imagined Emma, while in bed with Laurel. It felt so wrong, but then again, not as wrong as being with her. Everything he felt for Laurel seems to have died down. The attraction the love. But he can't let that happen. They are set to be married after all.

Chris walks to the bathroom to get ready, listening to a sigh Laurel lets out. She seems satisfied, but he isn't. Why is the Swan girl stuck in his mind so much? Why can't he get her out of his mind. A few days ago, if someone asked him, he would have said he was the happiest bloke on the block, getting married to the woman he's loved for as long as he can remember. Now, ever since he met her, all he thinks about is wanting her, touching her, kissing her. Her laugh, her smile, her stubbornness, her fairness. She haunts his dreams.

Then he remembers that Emma said that she'd leave at the end of the week. Like hell, he'd let that happen.

The floor boards creak as Emma walks towards Mary Margaret Blanchard's apartment. She knocks on the door, waiting patiently as she hears hurried light footsteps thumping towards her.

"Hey, I just wanted to thank you and... um... pay you back for the bail money." Emma says, biting her lip.

"You look like you need to talk." Mary Margaret says.

"Oh no, I don't want to intrude." The blond haired woman smiles politely.

"No, you won't." Mary Margaret opens the door more, revealing Ruby Lucas and Gwen Jones sitting on the couch with drinks in their hands. "I'm already entertaining. Plus the more tge merrier." She says brightly. Emma steps into the apartment and greets Ruby, Ashley and Gwen.

"Hey!" Ruby grins. Ashley smiles as she swallows her hot cocoa.

"Fancy seeing you here Emma." Gwen says.

Emma smiles at the two in return. Sitting down, she is handed a cup of hot cocoa by Mary Margaret.

"Cinnamon?"

"Oh sorry," Mary Margaret says. "I forget most people don't like that. I can make you a new one if you like."

"No. It's actually how I drink it." She overhears Ruby, Gwen and Ashley talking about men, and how apparently Laurel blackmailed Gwen into leaving the house for an hour. Shrugging off the info, she turns back to the hostess. "When you said you trusted me... what did you mean?"

"I know it might sound crazy. But I feel like I met you before, and that I can trust your judgment."

"I'm actually starting to re-evaluate my definition of crazy."

"For what it's worth I think you're innocent."

"For stealing Archie's files?"

"In general."

"Well." Emma begins. "I think I should go. Thank yoy for everything."

"Oh, no problem." Mary Margaret beams. "I hope I see you around."

"No. I meant I'm leaving town. Regina forced Granny to kick me out anyways, and staying will only hurt Henry."

"What happens if you leave? I think that you wanting to go just proves that you care about Henry. And that's more of a reason you should stay. Who will protect him if you're not here?" Seeing the distressed look on Emma's face, Mary Margaret sighs and adds. "In the end it's your choice. But I really think you should stay for Henry."

Emma nods and bids everyone a goodbye before exiting the apartment unit. She walks to her car which is parked right outside, to get ready for the night, stopping abruptly when she sees Chris leaning against her car door.

"Thought you had a deck to build." Emma calls out.

"Well, this seems to be more important." He says, his normally playful voice more serious than usual. Emma cocks her head to the side confused.

"What are you..."

"I don't think you should leave Storybrooke, lass." Chris says. "Henry needs you." And I'm not done with you. "The lad is lonely, he seemed happier today with you then he's ever been before. And you seem to be happier as well."

"And how can you tell that I'm happier?"

"Open book." He grins.

"Why do you care if I'm happy or not?" She smiles, raising an eyebrow.

"Call it being a good friend."

"Friend?"

"Well, it looks like we could both use one in this bloody town."

"And let me guess, you're not going to move away from my car door unless I agree to stay for a little while longer?"

"Precisely." Chris leans even further against the car, crossing his arms over his chest. Emma can't help but admire the way his muscles bulge on his bare arms.

"Then I guess you better move," She takes a step forward. "Because I've already decided to stay." She laughs as his cocky grin fades.

"Oh." Is all he manages to say, stepping aside. "So where are you headed then?"

She opens her bug's door. "I have to go see my son and tell him the news."

"See you later then, Swan." He smiles, leaning against the door frame.

"Yeah, See you."

Chris backs away as the car drives off, watching as it rolls down the road. His head feels a little lighter as he sees her turn her head back to glance at him again. Laughing internally, he turns around only to be met by Gwen standing behind him, with a wicked grin on her face.

"Making new friends I see." Gwen says.

"You spying on me now, little sister?"

"Oh please, everyone in the town was watching."

"Well that's bloody comforting." Chris growls. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"Well, after your fiancée threatened me out if the house, I decided to drop by my friend's place for a visit."

"Laurel didn't threaten you."

"You know bloody well that she did." Gwen snaps. "So what's going on between you and Swan?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on now, you'd have to be incompetent not to see the attraction between the two of you." She notices how her brother avoids her gaze. "You like her!"

"Don't be silly Gwen." Chris says, shifting his weight. "I am getting married to Laurel."

"You can always change that."

"Gwendolyn Jones!"

"Jeeze calm down, or the whole town will hear you."

"I love Laurel. And I know you two have had your differences for as long as I can remember."

"As long as you can remember. Yes. Do tell how long you've been with this woman?"

"I don't know, a wile!" Chris growls. "What do you care?"

"Exactly! You don't even know how long."

"Don't tell me you still believe I'm cursed? Because that's bloody ridiculous."

"All I know is she's got you wrapped around her finger. She's using you Jones." Gwen states, frustrated. "I can't understand how you can be with someone so ugly!"

"I can assure you, Laurel is far from ugly."

"You know what I mean!" Gwen says. She sighs and looks in her brother's big blue eyes. "Just don't tie yourself down to her yet. You might just find someone better. In fact I think you already have."

Out of curiosity... Who do you think Laurel is in Fairytale land? How do you like Gwen? Don't forget to review! :)

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