Emily buried her hands deep in her pockets and tried not to look at anyone as she moved through the halls. Did they all know? Had they all known all along? The student's parted in front of her and she saw the boy whose heart she'd felt in her fingers appear to try and crawl inside his locker which would have had comic value if she wasn't blushing so hard.

Phil and Alex though waved and called her over and she felt like she wanted to find a dark corner to hide in but it was too late. "You aren't suspended?"

Phil shrugged, "I have to clean blackboards after school for a month."

"And your parents?"

"I think if dad could have given me a reward he would have. But that was a little far even for mom. I'm all good."

"Don't worry Emily, they were way out of line." Alex said easily. "I was wondering if you wanted to go camping with us this weekend. Neal says you are one of the best bow shots in town and I wanted to learn..."

"I'm no Snow White," Emily shrugged.

"Says the daughter of Robin Hood." Phil added with a raised eyebrow.

"And ... maybe you could ask one of your brothers' to come along?"

"Ah, so what you really want is an adult who isn't quite an adult." She grinned, "I'm being used for a parentally acceptable chaperone."

Alex laughed, "With or without your brothers you are invited. I meant that bit about wanting to learn how to fire a bow."

Emily wondered how much she was blushing, "Okay. I ... yeah I can teach you."

Alex's face lit up and she grinned, "Awesome."

She headed off towards chemistry and Phil raised an eyebrow, "Okay I can teach you?"

"Shut up." Emily swatted him as they both headed across the courtyard to their own class.

Across the street the black ford pickup truck that Zelena drove was parked and she was slumping down in the seat trying not to be seen. After the students had all gotten to their next classes Henry Mills strolled up to the truck and knocked on the window.

Zelena looked caught but sighed, flicking her finger to unlock it and he slipped in.

"This family loves having conversations in cars. You know you weren't being very subtle but you managed better than my mom did when she used to watch me at school."

"Your mother and subtlety aren't words people associate."

"Says the Wicked Witch of the West."

"Hey when you are green you just kind of have to go with it," Zelena remarked without insult.

Henry did a half shrug and tilt of his head, "You know if you want her do come back you should probably not be stalking her."

"I'm not stalking her."

"You are sitting outside her school to get glimpses of her. Were you perhaps ... by the bus stop too?"

Zelena looked caught, "Maaaaybeee," she drew out the word.

"Stalking is the right word." Henry said firmly. "So why don't you give me a ride to granny's and you can drown your moping in some pumpkin pie."

"Why do you think I need that?"

"I think you need someone to tell you it will be okay. She'll forgive you."

Zelena did start the truck and pulled out of the parking space. "You're sure?" She asked uncertainly.

Henry smiled, "Grandpa likes to say finding each other is what this family does. She'll find her way back to you if you give her space. Which is not," Henry added, "Creepily lurking outside of school."

"I could have used mirrors."

"Yeah please don't give me retroactive trauma at how much spying my moms could have been doing without my knowledge."

"Traumatizing is what a good aunt is for." Zelena smiled and laughed for real for the first time since she had seen Emily on the porch.

"I wish I could take it all back but ... I don't because she wouldn't be here."

Henry shrugged. "You can't unravel the tapestry of our lives. Every bit makes up the bigger picture."

Zelena glanced at him, "Is that some sort of sappy greeting card? I thought you were a writer?"

"Writers steal from the best. In this case a rather forgettable Star Trek episode."

"My sister totally rotted your brain." She shook her head.

Henry shrugged, "There are worse things than Star Trek. You should totally see some of the Japanese monster movies my mom loves."

"Your mother's taste has, with the exception perhaps of her son, always been terrible. Trust me I saw most of her hairstyles when she was in the Enchanted Forest."

"Just as long as we're not going to talk about anything lower than her hairstyle I'm fine with teasing her on that."

Zelena grinned, "Oh Henry let me share with you plenty of embarrassing stories about your mother."

"Over pie?" He suggested.

"Over pie," she agreed.