A/N: Hey! I am back again!

I just wanted to let you guys know that this is more of an aftermath chapter of Henry and Violet's meeting in Storybrooke. I apologize if there are mistakes, but I knocked this out in one hour since I wanted to let you all know... this may be the last update for a while. Sad, I know. But Thanksgiving is coming up, and then school starts again, and I will be kept busy. However, I want to make it clear that I AM NOT ABANDONING THIS STORY. It's just that I think I have been spoiling you guys (:P) with one or two more stories or chapters daily. Now, it will probably be more around one every few days. I have no intentions of discontinuing, though. SO PLEASE STILL FOLLOW, FAVORITE, AND REVIEW. IT DOES MAKE MY DAY TO SEE THESE.

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I am still open to suggestions! In fact, I am going to run into writer's block relatively soon, since I only have ideas for two or three more chapters before I start rewriting certain scenes with different POVS. So feel free to PM or review your suggestions!

And without further adieu... (I think I spelled that write, at least)

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Well, that wasn't so bad.

The little party at the…(diner, was it) had just ended a few minutes ago, and Violet was walking back to her temporary home in order to greet her father, who had been working with the rest of the knights to discover a way back to Camelot. She had wanted to stay and help, but he had insisted that she go out and have fun while she could. Although nobody wanted to scare her, Violet was particularly perceptive. Her father had not exactly used the words "while she still could," but she could see.

When they did manage to procure a way home, the journey would not come with ease.

However, on the bright side, Violet had managed to let loose and enjoy herself at the diner. After her initial meeting with Henry (the thought made her smile), the two had spent the rest of the party together. He had put more coins into the jukebox (which Violet learned was, in fact, simply a machine) and introduced her to more of the songs from his world.

Violet preferred not to think her little moment of recognition concerning the jukebox. When she had expressed her worries over Henry repeatedly feeding the "monster", he had grinned and then proceeded to explain to her the intricacies of the device.

She had been fascinated to learn that the machine was not magic, but mechanical. She had also been quite relieved to learn that it was just that: an inanimate piece of metal.

Henry was far too polite to ever openly laugh at her foolishness, but she saw that he was just holding back laughter and blushed. During their next meeting, she would be sure to show him that she was intelligent. She was determined to make it up to him.

During their next meeting… Violet smiled as she entered her makeshift establishment. Wow, Violet, aren't you getting ahead of yourself?

"Violet, is that you?"

Her father called her from deep inside the room. She entered the place quickly, shut the door, and quietly replied "Yes, father."

"Did you have fun?" he asked while opening his arms for a hug. Violet grinned, and eagerly returned it. "Yes, I did. Thank you for forcing me to get out of the house. How did your meeting go?"

Sir Morgan's smile faltered, but nevertheless, he said "…we will get there eventually, Violet. Don't worry. Now, I want to hear all about the party. Meet anyone interesting?"

Henry left the party, shaking his head while smiling to himself. That girl, Violet, had been so interesting. Not to mention, kind, sweet, and kind of pretty.

Okay, a bit more than kind of. She had been a lot of fun, too. He remembered her thinking that the jukebox was some kind of evil animal and laughed. It had been enjoyable, getting to teach her the basic parts of their world.

I hope that she didn't think that I was laughing at her. I mean, I thought I hid it pretty well, but from what Emma and Regina have told me, I'm not as good a liar as I would like to think. I'll have to clarify that next time.

Next time. Huh, Henry, you're certainly planning way ahead.

She fascinated him. That much was sure. Henry was not quite sure why, but he felt that he had met her before; that he knew her somehow. It was dumb, and Henry did not want to scare her off by saying something, but it felt to him like there was a strange attraction between the two of them; some kind of pull that let him ponder about whether or not they had been friends before.

Obviously, that was ridiculous

"Great. Good," said Henry, while scratching the back of his neck nervously. Man, what was happening to him? Why was he so tongue-tied? Nevertheless, he was elated that she had not found him annoying or that she hadn't been confused about the music. Now, they had a starting point.

He reached into his pocket to pull another coin out, and was just about to insert it into the machine when she reached out and grabbed his wrist, exclaiming "No!"

She looked scared. Henry had been afraid, too, but more because of her reaction than anything else "What," he asked, "what is it?

"Why are you encouraging it?" she wondered out loud. Seriously, the music was beautiful, but surely they could find other means of instant tunes that didn't involve feeding a hungry beast.

He had never been more confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, you said yourself that if you feed it, then only will it perform a good task. Are you sure you don't want to take our business… elsewhere?"

It took him a good second, but then he realized what she was talking about. He wanted to laugh, but did not want to make her feel bad in the process. He smiled a bit, and then explained to her that the jukebox was just a mechanical machine based on parts. As he spoke, he watched as her expressions shifted from fascinated, to curious, to embarrassed; she began to blush furiously.

And if Henry was being honest, it was the cutest thing he had ever seen.

Violet was rudely interrupted from her story by the sound of Sir Morgan guffawing; he was laughing so hard that he had to clutch his stomach.

"Dad!" she whined. "It's not funny! It was a legitimate concern!"

His laughs began to die down.

"Of course it was, sweetheart," he said, a few tears still trickling down his cheeks from his previous laughing fit. "Anyways, you will have to introduce me to this boy. He must be brave to face a…. 'big, brutish monster.'"

"Oh, stop it," she smiled teasingly. "I know you only care about physical strength, father, but Henry is…different. And not in a bad way. He's not just brave, he's intellectual."

"I just want you to be safe, Violet. You need someone to protect you."

"Protect me against what? And I can protect myself, thank you very much. Besides, this is not the conversation I was hoping to have with you. I'm not interested in Henry for a romantic relationship-"

"Good," Sir Morgan interrupted.

"-but I am also not interested with any other boy you might have in mind," she finished. Violet did not particularly enjoy the slightly disappointed look on her father's face, but she couldn't help it. Henry was the only boy that had ever stood out to her, and after meeting him, she certainly could not go back to anyone else.

"Thinking about something?"

Henry spin around, now facing an empty diner except for the person directly in front of him. David stood there next to his grandson, with a knowing grin on his face.

"I saw you talking to that girl, Henry. May I be so bold as to ask about whether or not she is my grandson's first crush?"

"Gramps…," Henry groaned. "No, she is not my crush. I don't even want a girlfriend right now! It's not the time- mom is the Dark One and I need to find a way to save her, or at least help her, by using my powers as the Author."

"Take my advice. I happen to be one of your only family members that has a pretty good track record when it comes to a love life. Listen: No matter what, you should always make time for what makes you happy. At the end of the day, you cannot hope to help anyone else until you have helped yourself."

Henry thought about the words. David did have a point, and Violet- no matter how much he would deny it to anyone who asked- did make him happier than any other girl.

Was this what a crush felt like? Henry had never really had one before. He wouldn't know.

"…when you are ready to talk, let me know," David finished. Henry hadn't even been paying attention to his words. But he did appreciate the fact that David was willing to speak to him about this. Henry didn't really have any other male role model that he was as close to as David.

Well, I guess we'll see where this takes us.

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