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Snow demonstrates the proper stance when shooting an arrow.

"Your feet should be shoulder width apart, with your feet drawing a straight line to the target." She instructs.

"Like shooting a gun?" Emma does as told.

"Exactly." Graham smiles.

"Let's just practice getting a feel of it, and how to draw it." Snow hands her the bow. "Bows here, in the Enchanted Forest, aren't as heavy or complicated as they are in the other world. It's pretty simple, actually."

"Yeah, for you." Emma scoffs. "You've been doing this for how long?"

"I don't even know. Raise the bow and draw the arrow." The blonde does what she's seen on TV.

"No, not like that." Snow chuckles. "Three fingers by the feathers."

"Okay." Emma lets the string go slack as she adjusts her fingers. "Like this?"

"Perfect." Graham stands behind her, his breath tickling her neck.

"Now pull back–" Snow gets cut off by the hunter.

"And let go." He whispers seductively. Momentarily distracted by her –well, boyfriend? Love interest?– Emma's fingers slip off the arrow before she wants them to. The arrow flies into the ground in front of a tree.

"Dammit, Graham." She hisses, and the ex–Sheriff laughs, amused. "I could've hit you." She then smiles.

"You never miss."

"Actually, she just did." Snow kills the moment that she's oblivious to. Not that she'd care too much anyway, if she did know. Her daughter being able to protect herself is far more important.

"He distracted me." Emma huffs.

"Never," He pulls her into a light choke hold. "Let your opponent distract you." In one swift motion, Graham is on the ground, with Emma straddling him.'

"Never," the blonde mocks, "underestimate or assume anything about your opponent."

"Guys, are you okay?" Aurora asks, skidding to a stop at the scene in front of her. Instinctively, Mulan, who's trailing behind the princess, draws her sword.

"What did he do?" She barks.

"Nothing." Emma gets off of Graham with an eye roll. "We were just… it's nothing. They were just showing me how to shoot an arrow and it progressed into something else."

"Very well." Mulan nods curtly. "The tents are set up."

Graham and Emma lay in the tent, as far away as possible per the blonde's silent request.

"Emma, I can feel you shivering all the way from over here." He says.

"I'm fine." She flips from her back onto her left side, facing away from him.

"No, you're pushing me away because you're afraid I'm not real or I'm going to die again. I promise neither of those are the case."

"You're right." She says softly. "I'm terrified of everything, and it sucks. I want to be me again."

"That's never going to happen if you die from hypothermia." Graham insists. Emma sighs.

"When we get back, I'm buying a fur coat."

"I noticed you're wearing mine." He opens his arms as she scoots closer. He pulls her close.

"I –yeah." The blonde sighs again. "I changed it after we locked Regina up. I needed you. I missed you. I needed to feel safe." She admits, keeping her gaze away from his.

"You're safe now." He whispers. "You'll always be safe with me."

I'M SORRY FOR ANOTHER REALLY SHORT CHAPTER. NORMALLY, I TRY TO MAKE THEM AT LEAST 1,000 WORDS, BUT WITH THIS STORY, I GUESS IT'S USUALLY GOING TO BE LESS THAN THAT. SOME CHAPTERS, WHERE I HAVE BETTER MATERIAL, MIGHT BE MORE. ANYWAY, THANKS FOR READING!