AN: I LIVE! And another chapter has come to fruition. Also can I just say that each and every one of you are my favorite people? Because it's true and I love you guys for the enthusiasm and feedback. t means a lot, really.
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Guest: Yup, Cora's gonna go momma bear, well not yet really, this is just a taste if you will.
Proudly South African (Awesome pen name btw since I haven't mentioned it before): Love to you my friend. Love to you. It makes me happy that I can make this and see someone was wanting something similar. Sadly I cannot access your mind, but perhaps some brainwaves decided to stop by and drop an idea, you never know. And I do thank you immensely for the props cause I wasn't sure at first how well this would turn out, so than you once more for the awesome words you leave with every chapter.
sletslappies: I must be on a roll this month since it's update number 3. Thanks for sticking with me on this journey since I rarely have any of these chapters pre-planned. Hope you enjoy what's next.
Guest: Not sure yet, but I'm pretty sure I'm gonna be ending the series after the sequel. It's like when you watch a certain movie series or tv series and they rehash the same damn things from the first two in the third one and it just doesn't flow. No use forcing diamonds out of a depleted mine you know? But keep that bubbly attitude cause it's only gonna make this story better with the reviews you leave to keep me writing.
Ledem10: Sadly I cannot pm you, but that's what this is for right? Anyway I thank you for the kind review. I too am hoping Emmett is on board with Cora. And I agree about Emmett's fosters. They handled the situation perfectly and though sometimes they will make mistakes with him that wasn't one of them.
And that's all for the reply's this chapter. Happy reading everyone!
Since it was the weekend Tod had Emmett accompany him to the station saying he had something for the teen to do to earn some cash by filling old cases and making them easier to find if anything needed to be cross referenced. Honestly the blonde didn't mind seeing as it was gas money in his pocket and he just got to hang around with Tod and Copper all day. What he didn't know however was today he wasn't really needed for work but rather to meet with the mayor.
"Hey, Tod," Emmett called from the back room moving boxes of evidence from the corner of the room and onto the shelves by date.
Popping his head into the room the redhead smiled, "Yeah?"
"This box doesn't have a name or date on it," he lifted the white cardboard box showing the man the problem.
"Well, let's take a look on what's on the inside shall we?" He suggested as the blonde placed the box on the metal table across from the shelf, "Maybe that'll give us a clue."
Wiping off the dust the teen got a nod from the Sheriff to open the case. Taking the lid off Emmett looked inside finding a singular manilla folder with a name he didn't know on it as well as a Storybrooke High letterman jacket, nothing else.
"Well, that's weird," Tod scratched at his stubble trying to remember if any cases he's worked in the last eight years had to do with the school, but nothing came to mind. What was also strange was that the box itself had no date or year written on the specified lines. Considering the newness of the jacket though he could tell it was a newer style so the case must have been recent, "I honestly have no idea," he told the boy who was still holding the lid and looking to the sheriff for an answer.
Setting the lid down he reached for the file, curiosity getting the best of him, when Tod stopped him, "You can't do that." Reaching for the file with his other hand Emmett ignored the protests, "If you don't know what it is, and I don't, then it's free game," he rebutted and Tod seemed to agree if releasing the blonde's wrist was anything to go by.
Pulling out the folder he flipped it open, "James Nolan," he read the name taking in the picture of a young man in his football jersey kneeling for his picture, "Who is this kid, and why is this in here?"
"It's in here because I had my assistant file this away," came the soft voice from the doorway. Both startled by the newcomer Tod and Emmett turned to face their guest. The blonde realized right away who he was by having seen the pictures hanging up in her home, "There wasn't enough evidence to do anything to him and the lone witness wouldn't talk," she stepped further into the room looking first at the sheriff then to the boy with a very serious expression, "He was our current quarterback's friend and brother on the field."
Taking in everything she' said the blonde knew something was up. Mayor's don't just arrive unannounced. Closing the folder he threw it down on the table, "It's lovely to meet you madame mayor, but I know when I'm being played." He crossed his arms and widened his stance in defense locking on to both adults in the room knowing Tod had something to do with it.
Sensing the boy's distress Tod reached out to him only to be avoided, "Emmett-"
"NO!" He looked to the man he lived with, "You promised."
"I promised nothing-"
"Yeah," he chuckled, "And this is what it get's me." Without a word he goes to leave but the mayor's in his way, "Excuse me."
Pursing her lips Cora can see this wasn't the way to get to him, but she knew another. Stepping aside she watched his retreating form before turning back to the sheriff, "We tried your plan, now may we try mine?" Her sculpted brow rose as the man nodded. Honestly he should have known Emmett better by now. Every time wore the boy down into admitting something it had always worked. There wasn't any violence only him and Emmett if you were able to wear the boy down enough. For some reason though this time he wouldn't budge. Perhaps he tried the right approach, but just too soon.
"Sure, just-" he shook his head before looking to the mayor once more, "have better tact than I did." And he walks away.
Pulling out her cell the older woman made a call, "Hello?...Yes, I need you to track a phone for me….the number is 911819952 and please be efficient," she hung up the phone knowing the location would be sent to her. Turning on her heel she walked out of the room passing the sheriff and his deputy at their respective desks giving them nods of farewell as they did the same.
She would be the first to admit she had no idea what she was doing. Hell, she has daughters not sons and even then the background Emmett came from would no doubt impede her understanding of the young man. If what the sheriff has told her of the boy is true then perhaps he'd be reasonable. She should have also known better than to go along with Tod's plan. Asking a boy alone in an open area where escape is possible is one thing, but to have asked him in a room with only one door and two people it most likely felt more like an interrogation. Perhaps had she not agreed that morning to his plan she wouldn't be ruining her heels in the dewy grass covering the ball park.
Looking around the field she was separated from Emmett by a high chain link fence used to protect spectators from the baseballs should one go wild. Watching as he took stance with his bat held tight his form was too rigid, no doubt working off the stress from earlier that morning. However as the pitching machine threw out another ball Emmett relaxed his form swinging away at the right second and sending the object flying high into deep centerfield before gearing up for another ball.
Seeing as he was going to take a while the mayor decided to simply take a seat on the bleachers and watch as he worked through whatever he needed to. It was only after a couple more swings though that he stepped away from the plate having exhausted the ammunition thrown at him. Gripping the bat at both ends he placed it at the base of his neck allowing his arms to go limp as the cool aluminum cooled his heated skin. Turning he came face to face with Cora. Seeing the knowing look in his eye the politician rose from her seat making her way around the fence to come into closer eye contact.
"I'm not gonna talk," he stared down at her, since even in her heels he was at least a good inch or three taller than the five foot five inch woman in her three inch heels.
Seeing a hard wall within his green eyes she simply nodded, "I know," she placed a hand on his shoulder giving it a light squeeze, "But allow me to thank you for helping my daughter."
Frowning Emmett stepped back knowing that Regina too must have told, but he didn't blame her. Nobody 'normal' could hold something like what she'd seen in. It must also be really hard to lie to parents who are politicians, or at least one of them.
"I only did what anyone else would have done," he told her taking his hand off the blunt end and swinging it down by his side to lean on it as he crossed one foot over the other resting the point of his foot in the diamond dirt.
Wishing what he said was true Cora disagreed, "But they didn't," she spoke calmly if a little bit saddened by the thought that her daughter's peers were okay enough to let Robin get away with what he has for the past few years, "Many are content to just stand by and let others take what they believe is theirs," his gaze shifted so their eyes wouldn't meet, "But you- you made a stand and defied someone who believes he's better than others. I will not ask you to speak against the entire team, but at least help me make the school safer for girls and even others like my daughter."
Looking up at the overcast sky the blonde boy, neigh in that moment he looked more like a man, sighed before bowing his head to meet her gaze, "Mrs. Mills-"
AN: Please don't kill me! If you do this story will never end. That's a fate worse than death. To have read and consumed something into your brain and even perhaps heart only to have it never finished. Oh, what an end. I'll have to use that some time...
Anyway, yes a cliffhanger. I thought I'd do something fun and so I did this. Also as for how Tod and Cora spoke before hand will be revealed next chapter. Other than that I would like to ask anyone who is willing to perhaps make a cover for this fine work here? Please?
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