Warning all, this Chapter is rated M. It can be easily skipped though without ruining the story, just follow the breaks. Enjoy!

Emma was furious.

More furious then the time one of her foster parents had beat August when it had actually been her who had snuck in the fridge for extra food. More furious over this then the fact that her parents had abandoned she and her brother on the side of some road and left them alone for the rest of their lives. More furious then when Neal, the man she had loved and was ready to spend the rest of her life with, had turned his back on her, leaving her to go to prison alone and pregnant.

August, the one person, the one rock in her miserable and tremulous life, had betrayed her. Without him, she truly had no one. Why, why, was he with Neal? What would posses him to talk to that bastard let alone walk within five feet from him. And, on top of it all, he had let him answer his phone! Why?

Graham had been a great help. The smiling, soft speaking sheriff who might be becoming more then just her boss had proved to be a really surprising and comforting shoulder to lean on. While, of course, she hadn't told him the whole story (because that was hers to be miserable and hurt over and no one else's) she had painted enough of a picture to gain his compassion. A deadbeat boyfriend, a not so great or legal lifestyle (he snorted good naturedly at that one), a disastrous partings of ways that sent her to prison while pregnant (that she had been hoping to keep out but since Regina had it already plastered all over the newspapers there was no point in hiding it any longer), and August's support through the whole thing. Support and consequential betrayal which now had her livid, chugging down a glass of vodka rather than hot cocoa (the situation called for the stronger stuff).

Graham, of course, had tried to provide some defense for August but he knew, just as she did, there was really no plausible or acceptable excuse for it. He had purposefully gone back to Boston, under the pretense of picking some things up, and had somehow managed to run into Neal of all people? And him answering the phone…it was just all very shady. So all Graham could really do was sit and listen and, when all was said and done, get on the Neal bashing train along with Emma. Instead of tears or punches into the wall, the night was ended with laughter. God bless him.

But the night did in fact have to end, no matter how much Emma was dreading going back into the Inn. She knew that even if Neal relayed the message, August was undoubtedly going to make his way back to Storybrooke. What mattered was when, tonight or tomorrow? She'd preferably not be in the room when it happened.

Graham noticed her hesitation and, quite awkwardly but with all the best intentions in the world, asked if she'd wanted to stay for the night on his couch up. To any other girl it would had been a little rude to not offer the bed but Graham, in the short time of knowing Emma, knew that if by some slim chance she actually accepted the offer she'd place herself on the couch anyway, not wanting special treatment. Emma noticed this familiarity with a genuine smile but nonetheless declined. They were getting close but not yet that close.

"What to do, what to do…" Emma murmured to herself, slowly walking in the direction of the Inn. She really didn't want to go back there. Even renting out another room wouldn't help because August would probably knock of every door till he found her. Besides, she was still angry. Her heart was pounding and her veins were boiling, despite Graham's best efforts to cool her down.

She couldn't get the image of Neal running away from her along with the sound of his voice, so hopeful to speak to her once more, out of her head.

The burning anger, along with the aid of the large amount of alcohol she had consumed, gave Emma perfect but decidedly dangerous idea.

"Well this is a surprise." Ethan wasn't lying. They had only made their deal this morning and here she was that same night? He had truly expected her to hold out a little longer if not just because of her pride. "What can I do you for love?"

Emma didn't need to answer him. She merely stepped forward and gripped his face, roughly, and pushed their lips together. The kiss was needy and desperate, spurred on by all the passion already stirring deep with Emma. But she didn't want to feel it. She didn't want to think of August or of Neal or of anything. She wanted it all to just go away.

After a few moments of biting and moaning, Emma pulled back enough to whisper hotly against his lips, "Do you want me to leave?"

The question hadn't even needed to be asked.

Ethan growled out a "Hell no" as he swung the door shut with his leg before slamming Emma up against it. She gasped at the connection, the wood biting hard into her back, but the sound was swallowed by Ethan's mouth demanding entrance into her own. She easily obliged and enjoyed the feel of the pool beginning to form in her jeans. She bucked up against him in hopes of some friction, eliciting another growl to come out of Ethan's mouth. His good hand shot out to grip her leg, hoisting it up and hooking it around his waist. He ground against her, giving her the perfect feel of his length against her stomach.

Emma was suddenly dizzy with desire. She hadn't been with a guy for a while. Like, a real while. And this-this just wasn't some drunk one night stand. Yea, maybe she was a little tipsy right now but not enough to wake up in the morning and wonder what the hell had happened last night. And this wasn't some nameless face. This was Ethan.

Ethan who had placed himself in her mind and refused to leave. Ethan who made her blood boil more than any person had ever been able to in her life.

"Bedroom" Emma demanded when he released her lips to assault her neck. He nodded against her skin and, suddenly, cupped her bottom to lift up her whole body. Emma's legs instinctively wrapped around him and held on tight as he travelled through the house. She was too focused on his lips at her pulse point and her fingers tangling in his dark tresses to notice where the hell they were going, but suddenly the room was plunged in darkness the softness of a mattress collided with her back. There hadn't been stairs though, that much she was sure of. But who cared the ins and outs of Ethan's house anyway. She wasn't here for that.

While these unimportant thoughts raced through her head Emma hadn't noticed Ethan had ripped her boots and jeans off and was already working on getting her tanktop over he heard. Somewhere along the way he must have discarded her jacket.

"God Emma," He awed when she was clad in only a bra and panties before him.

That, though, was a little too much for her. Emma wanted to be fucked, not awed at. Awing meant caring and feelings and the rest of the bullshit that went along with being in relationship. This was not a relationship.

"Don't do that." She snarled, reaching up to whip away his belt and begin work on his jeans.

"What, appreciate this beautiful body of yours?"

She sent him a quick glare, "Yes"

"God you're a hard woman to compliment."

"Then maybe," Emma huffed, finally getting the damned denim off his body, "You should stop trying."

When her hands went to do the same with his briefs, Ethan couldn't ignore her desperation much longer. He had been truly trying to, he knew from the moment she kissed him something was off. She was too demanding, too forceful. But, in an attempt to keep this just as they had agreed, sex and just sex, he had ignored it. Damn it all to hell that she stirred something inside him that actually made him care a little. "My, my, feisty tonight aren't we? Impatient as well. Tell me darling, something bothering you?"

Emma nearly stopped everything she was doing and walked out right there. How had he known? How could Ethan of all people tell she was upset and angry? She thought the oncoming sex was doing a great a job of hiding it. And how dare he even bother to ask. Again, Emma chanted desperately in her head, this was not a relationship.

In answer, an answer that clearly said fuck off and stop talking, she gripped his hard on in her hand and gave a squeeze.

Ethan's eyes snapped shut and a low moan escaped his lips.

And so, just like that, the question was ignored. Ethan pushed her back down onto the mattress and began to rid Emma the rest of her clothing.

She cried out when, without warning, two of his fingers entered her. She didn't give up her own hold so the two of them began to work each other, slow and torturous at first, but then the speed began to pick up.

As Ethan began to pump her harder and harder Emma fumbled with her grip and at some point let go. He was just driving her that crazy. He didn't seem to mind much but kept right on with his ministrations.

"Oh God yes," Emma moaned, throwing her head back. "Don't stop."

And at that exact second the bastard did the exact opposite.

He smirked down at her when she cried out in protest.

Ethan gave a wink and began to position his hips above hers. "Can't have you finishing without me can I love?" He actually wanted to make her come right then and there, regardless of if he came with her, but the sudden fear that she would leave made Ethan stop. After all, hadn't that been the only reason she came to him at all tonight? Once she got what she wanted, she could up and leave. Ethan didn't want that. He didn't want her to leave. And more than that, he wanted to know what it felt like to have her pushed over the edge right alongside him. He couldn't deny that desire no matter how hard he tried.

Before he plunged inside her, giving them both what they wanted, Ethan's hand moved on its own accord and began to delicately trace Emma's cheeks.

It was just another act of intimacy that sent a shiver down Emma's spine. So she thrust up without warning, taking him herself, and ended it rather quickly.

"Emma" Ethan grounded out, pushing himself deeper and deeper.

Emma met his every thrust with her own fervor, panting and moaning for more.

And he gave it to her. There was nothing slow or loving about it. It was hot, fast, and needy. His grip on her hip was near brutal but the pain only spurred Emma on more. She racked her fingernails down his back, surely leaving a thin red trail behind.

"Yes, yes, yes…" Emma panted when her climax was just about to be reached.

Again, he moaned out her name like a prayer, "Emma…"

Then, just as Ethan had wanted, they fell off the edge together.

Seven o'clock in the morning Emma had been able to make her escape. She had been hoping to had wake up earlier but the liquor that she had drank the night before had decided to sleep in a little. It really didn't matter when she left, only that it was before Ethan woke up.

Fortunately, he was still slumbering peacefully next to her. Unfortunately, his arms and legs were wrapped around her own. They were…snuggling. Emma had to repress a groan. She hated snuggling. How the hell had Ethan even managed to tangle them together so much? Getting out of that bind had been nerve racking and Ethan almost snorted back to life a couple times but Emma managed.

She wanted to go back to the Inn, get some change of clothes, and hopefully avoid August but that meant passing by the diner. And it was seven o'clock in the morning on a Thursday which meant people were going to be out and about. But, she figured, she hadn't seen that many people the day before so who was likely to notice she was in the same attire? It was going to be fine, she was defiantly in the clear, she was-

"Emma?"

Oh of course. Emma should have known she would run into the one person who had actually seen her the day before. Mary Margaret. She gave the school teacher a thin smile. "Good morning."

The raven haired woman, looking like she was just about to go into the diner, stopped and eyed her up and down. She looked the more scandalized with every passing second. "Where were you last night?"

The woman apparently wasn't going to do her the favor of ignoring the fact she obviously hadn't gone home last night. Mother indeed. "To be honest, it's been one hell of a night. And not necessarily in a good way." Please, please, please don't ask why.

"Oh Emma, are you okay?" Well, it wasn't exactly a why.

"Well, I kind of have to get a new place to stay. August and I aren't on the best of terms at the moment. I'll probably just end up getting a different room at Granny's-"

"Move in with me."

"I-uh, what?" Emma wasn't sure she had just heard the woman right. She couldn't have possibly said what she just thought she said. Because that would be weird and over generous-way to generous. Emma didn't get such generosity in her life. She was Emma Swan.

Mary Margaret smiled, a warm and genuine smile that made Emma's heart stop beating for a second. "I could use a roommate, the place is kinda big and lonely. And since you're, I'm assuming, deciding to stay with us you should be looking for a more permanent place then Granny's."

"Mary Margaret, I-I couldn't possibly impose like that-"

"Emma, it's no imposition at all. I'd actually really…like it." A faint pink shaded Mary Margaret's cheeks.

She was Emma Swan. And just maybe, her luck was starting to change.

"You know, I think I'm going to take you up on that offer."

"Why good morning ladies."

The two were distracted from their conversation to see none other than John Doe-David Nolan, walking towards them. Emma gave a polite smile but noticed her friend's was much more wider and…eager. A little too eager. Uh oh, someone wasn't over their crush yet.

"David, how nice to see you!" Mary Margaret immediately greeted. "Stopping at Granny's before work?"

"Yea, just getting some coffee for the guys at the shelter. What about you?" His eyes were doing a nervous dance between the ground and Mary Margaret.

"Same. I mean-cocoa. Not coffee. I'm getting cocoa. Um, before school, though, not uh, the shelter..." Mary Margaret let out a nervous laugh.

While Emma was inwardly cringing David laughed along with her, attempting to lessen the whole awkward soaked situation. "Okay, well, I'm gonna go in. Ah, maybe-maybe see you in there?" David began to walk backwards to the door.

Mary Margaret once again flustered with her words. "Oh y-yea, I-"

Suddenly, the ground shook violently, so violently that car alarms buzzed to life and showers of leaves fell from the trees. It was so bad Emma nearly crumpled to her knees, Mary Margaret too, but something strong and firm stopped them both from falling.

It was David.

Somehow, he had managed to grip them both by the arms and keep them from falling while holding himself up as well. How he had managed that with the kind of tremor that just passed was some kind of miracle. Finally, when the last vibrations had passed and peace came back to Storybrooke, David didn't let up his hold.

"Are you okay?" He asked urgently, his eyes focused on Mary Margaret for a few moments before switching to Emma and giving her the same amount of attention. She noted how worried he looked, like his own personal world had just been threatened or something, and felt a little small under his gaze.

"Fine." Emma squeaked and tried to politely as possible shake his hand away.

David allowed it with an understanding shake of the head and focused back to Mary Margaret who looked a lot more shaken up.

Then, to add on to an already proving to be crappy day, Graham's sheriff car screeched up next to the curb. "Emma!" He called through the open passenger side window, "We have trouble by the construction site. It's Henry."

And then again, Emma's whole world shook.

"Ethan's here." Graham whispered into her ear, already moving to go greet the approaching mechanic. Emma wanted to do anything but face the man she ran out on that morning but with him was coming the thing that would bring her back Henry.

"What took you so long?" Regina screeched, walking threateningly up to the driver door Ethan was jumping out of.

"Regina…" Graham warned in a firm yet comforting tone.

"I got here as quick as I can Madame Mayor." Ethan said in a not so reassuring voice. He apparently didn't care about the woman's feelings at the moment. Maybe not even the situation. Emma's already crazed nerves began to work in over drive.

Before the conversation could get anywhere near nasty, Graham pointed back towards the construction. "We need you to back up the car over there" He pointed to the hole they were going to lower someone down in. Emma already knew who that someone was going to be. But, if Regina had her way, she wasn't going to let her five feet near that hole. So she needed to act quickly.

"Come on I'll show you." Emma offered, already rounding the car to hop in the passenger seat.

As Ethan began to back the truck as slowly and as closely as he could to the hole, Emma noticed him glance at her.

"So," He began, his voice completely monotone, "I see you didn't run away quick enough to change your clothes."

Was he…was he admonishing her? Was he actually pissed she had left before he woke up? Was he doing this right now?

Emma wanted to slap him, to choke him, to do something that would cause bodily harm. Instead, in a rare attempt to remain calm, she said in a deathly dangerous voice, "We are not in a relationship." How many times did she have to freaking say it?

"Fuck Emma don't you think I know that? I'm not a fucking one night stand either, you can treat me with some amount of decency-"

"I can't do this with you right now!" Emma cried before he could go any further. And she couldn't. She couldn't even think of anyone but Henry right now. She hopped out of the car and slammed the door angrily behind her.

Ethan followed right after her, ignoring her fury. "Well when in the hell do you want to?"

"Maybe," Emma seethed, twirling around to face him. "When I save my son and know he's not in some hole right now about to die!"

Emma hadn't slapped him but her words might as well did the job. The harsh clipped statement made his face pale and the anger drop to the ground with a near audible thud. "Emma…Emma I didn't know. I didn't know it was Henry." And he hadn't. Graham had called him only saying there was trouble down at the construction site and they needed his truck. He hadn't known anyone was in danger, especially Henry.

That near pleading look he gave her almost made Emma forgive him. Almost. "You didn't know? Fine. Now you do. And now you need to help me. Lower me down into this hole so I can save him."

Some stupid comment about him being a man and she a woman was about to fall from his tongue but knowing Emma, which despite it all Ethan liked to think he did, she would defiantly punch him out for it. "What? No! Let me-"

Emma shook her head. "No, it has to be me. I'm…I'm his mother. And I haven't been there practically his whole life. I need to be there for him, I need do this for him. Ethan, I need to."

Like the night before, Ethan saw the desperation emitting from her body. A different kind of, of course, but a desperation none the less. And like before, he wasn't going to deny her it. "Alright, I'll help. But I swear to God Swan if you break your neck down there…"

Emma was smiling so much, she was sure she hadn't smiled so much in her whole life. But just seeing Henry, alive and laughing, was enough to bring a smile to anyone's face. The kid was near giddy by all the attention he was getting, everyone happy for him to be safe and asking him stories about what happened down below. Telling stories was the one thing Henry adored more than anything. And he was damn well good at it.

"Hey there hero." Graham greeted, pushing a bottle of beer into her hands. Ruby had shown up with a cooler full, offering them up to the people who had worked their butts of that day. It was a very welcome reward. "How you feeling?"

"Now that's Henry's okay, absolutely fine." Regina hadn't been so enthusiastic. Graham had told her she nearly blew her top off when she learned Emma had gone down into the hole but that both he and Ethan managed to stop her from pulling her right back up. It was for Henry, they reminded her. It didn't matter who did it as long as Henry came out alive. And when Emma did successfully bring back both him and Archie up, there was really no need for her to get pissed off at her. Of course, Regina did send a wallop of a glare her way but that was about it.

"That was really brave what you did. Stupid but brave."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Oh come on, I could have done that job just as well as anyone else. I did do it just as well if not better."

"I wasn't doubting your ability to do it." Graham said, his voice suddenly on the verge of becoming a whisper. He was also looking at anything but her. "I was just pointing out how many people that would have been hurt if something had gone wrong."

The sentence touched Emma a lot more then she liked to admit and it showed by the smile that was slowly dominating her face. Her hand rose up and gently landed on Graham's arm, giving it a comforting squeeze. "People would have been hurt if something had gone wrong had you gone down too you know."

A mirthless, pitiful laugh escaped him. "No one cares about me."

"Don't say that," Emma said, instantly angry that he would even say such a thing. She knew what it was like to be broken, to know that no one really cared about you. And she didn't see Graham that way and hoped to God that he didn't either. "I care."

With those two small words, Graham felt a weight lifted off his shoulders. A weight he hadn't even noticed till Emma saved him from it. Now, he felt free. Alive. Like a new man. It was exhilarating and…different. Like he was looking out at the world with a new set of eyes. And all because of her.

Ethan watched the two of them with a clenched fist. Just like Emma had said that one night, he was jealous. He was so jealous that it would be stupid of him to even try and deny it.

He watched Emma look at Graham at a way she never looked at him. She watched her touch his arm, speak soft words, and smile. He made her smile. Ethan couldn't recall one time he ever did that.

And what did it matter if he had Emma in his bed? Graham had her in his heart. And with those choices, who truly was the winning man?

Ethan figured, while putting some of the guilt on Emma, he had to own up to some of the blame as well. He hadn't wanted her in his heart. He had convinced himself that much. Hell, he had even convinced Emma. So why now was he suddenly do back on the idea? Was he finally, after how many forsaken years, actually wanting something more than sex from a woman?

One day and you're already busting at the seams Ethan thought bitterly to himself. And it was true. Emma Swan had wiggled away into his heart without even trying. She had bypassed all his bitterness, anger, and isolation. And how? It's not like she had actually been nice to him. But, Ethan supposed, it was because he saw so much of himself in her that he was so entranced. She, like him, was a broken soul. Someone hurt by their past and still running from it in their present. A kindered spirit you could say.

They had agreed to a no commitment relationship and after the first day, the first freaking day, Ethan wanted to go back on it. All at the sight of her smiling at another man. He should have guessed it would come to this after being so infuriated over the fact she had left early before he had woken up. And God had he been angry.

"Christ I'm in trouble" Ethan murmured to himself and took a long swig of his beer. If he wanted to win Emma's heart (which freaking Graham made it look like a breeze) he was going to have to do a lot of work to make Emma come around. It sure wasn't going to be easy.

"Hey" A young voice suddenly said behind his back.

Ethan twirled around, coming face to face with no other then Swan's son. "Henry right?" He greeted with a tip of the head. Of course, after helping save the boy, the two knew who each other were. But this, he supposed, was their first official meeting ever.

"Yea" Henry said with a curt nod. "I just wanted to say…thanks."

Gratitude? The boy sounded like he wanted to do anything but thank him. Still, Ethan gave a smile. This was Emma's son after all and it probably wouldn't hurt trying to win him over in the ultimate plan to get to her. "No problem at all lad."

"I was just surprised," Henry continued as if sensing Ethan knew he was being hesitant. "That you did something good. The bad guys don't usually do the good thing."

"And you think I'm a bad guy?"

"Well yea, you're Captain Hook."

Ethan, fortunately, was well aware of Henry's theory of the town being under a curse and everyone being fairy tale characters. While he had never met Henry, Graham had told him the kids theory one day over a few beers. Lucky he the boy thought he was a villain. It was fitting almost. It almost made Etahn laugh. "It's because of the hand isn't it? You don't know how many girls back out on dates with me cause they think I'm Captain Hook, I'll tell you it's damn right rude."

To his credit, Henry didn't look so amused. "I'm eleven, not five." He stated with narrowed eyes that reminded Ethan terribly of Emma. "I just want to make sure my moms safe. I see the way you look at her."

"Well aren't you a smart lad. Just like your mum, eh?"

Now that seemed to soften him a little. Apparently comparing him to Emma made Henry all warm inside. Ethan would remember that for the future. "Well you don't have to worry about your mom. I swear I have nothing but honorable intentions for her. Let's, ah, keep that between you and me though. You know Emma, overreacts sometimes when someone's trying to get close to her."

"Oh I know" Henry laughed, actually laughed. He had known the boy for what, five minutes, and got him to smile and laugh. How in the hell was it so hard with Emma? "So maybe you're not so much a villain then?" He then asked, hope etching over his words.

The conversation was ridiculous to begin with, but now it was becoming just a little uncomfortable. Sure, the boy could call him Captain Hook all he wanted but the moment he tried to spin some antihero aspect to it all, nope, conversation over. He'd rather be a badass, not a badass with morals. But, it's not like he could actually tell the kid that and not sound weird. "Whatever you say kid." He finally settled on answering back.

Then, a devilish idea formed in Ethan's head, one that was too brilliant to fail. "I'll tell you what Henry, just to prove to you I'm no villain, why don't you come around my shop sometime? I can show you some tricks with a car that will being impressing any girl you want at school." He had almost said, tricks that every boy should know, but realized Henry had no father to teach him such things. Regina wasn't married and Emma never offered up any information on the birth dad. With his luck the kid would actually be sensitive about such things.

"What about a motorcycle?" Henry asked with wide hopeful eyes.

Ethan smiled. Got him. "Sure kid."

Henry's nose suddenly scrunched up. He didn't look annoyed, per say, but more curious about something. "You know, Emma calls me that."

"What…kid?"

"Hey kid." Well speak of the devil, it was Miss Swan herself. She had apparently abandoned her heart to heart with Graham was coming over to approach them. She was smiling at Henry but sending daggers at Ethan. Oh perfect, she already didn't trust him with him. "Whatchya doing over here?"

"Just talking to Ethan." Henry answered simply, rocking on the heel of his shoes.

"Oh yea?" She checked, once again glaring at the older man.

"Just trying to convince that lad I'm not the villainous Captain Hook. Hey Henry, maybe I'm Robin Hood eh? He's cool enough for my taste."

"You know how to shoot a bow and arrow?"

"Ah, no."

"Well then you're not Robin Hood."

From afar, peeking through the crowds of people with a glare firmly in place, was Regina. "Henry! Henry come here right now!" The little boy groaned loudly but nonetheless began to sprint over offering the two a quick apology.

"It's the hand." Ethan sighed, looking down at the fake attachment with an over exaggerated frown. "I must say though, being called Captain Hook because of it is a first."

Ignoring him completely, Emma went straight to what she wanted to say. "Look, about today, I didn't stay this morning because I didn't want you to get the wrong impression."

"And what impression would that be exactly?"

For the umpteenth time, Emma's mouth opened to say what she had said before. We're not in a relationship. But, she figured, Ethan would probably react the same way he had in his truck. Pissed off and demanding a little more respect. And maybe he was right. She even said to herself he wasn't a one night stand and yet she treated him just like it. But Emma was scared. Scared of spending the morning together. Scared of cuddling. Because those two things lead to others, and then that lead to even more, and before either of them could stop it their relationship would be something totally different from what it began. Emma was scared because with the way she felt for Ethan, those confusing yet passionate as hell feelings, there was a strong possibility of that just happening. So, for the sake of them both, she had to keep her walls up. She just had to.

"I just don't want us to forget what this is." A lame excuse, but it was the best she could come up with.

"Emma, me waking up next to you in the bed isn't going to make me want to run and buy a wedding ring. I'm sure you have awful bed hair. Probably even some morning breathe."

Emma couldn't help but laugh at that one. And after today, after having he nerves shot, she laughed good and hard.

Ethan's heart stopped. She was laughing. She was smiling. And it was because of him. Not Graham, him. She looked beautiful. Maybe this wasn't going to be as hard as he thought. Maybe, just maybe, he would succeed in winning over one Emma Swan.

Authors Note: The laptop is back and kicking! Yay! And, as promised, a extra long chapter!

So yea, I attempted my hand at smut. It was my first try so I didn't go that crazy but tell me if you think I should attempt to do it again or not. Remember, first time, so please be kind!
And yes, after one day Ethan already wants more. Not a lot of will power in this guy. But, as you can see, Emma is on the verge of wanting more too but is just terrified of trying. Thank Neal for that. And, speaking of Neal, he may or may not be appearing next chapter but August defiantly is making his return to Storybrooke. Time to face the music big brother. And will Henry help at thawing the cold Captains heart? Do I smell a bromance? But how will David act toward him, not technically knowing he's screwing his daughter but having that unexplainable feeling that somethings not quite right.

Also, for those of you who might notice, I did skip Cinderella's story but I promise I will go back to it. I got big plans for that particular tale. So for future reference I may skip around with episodes, making one come before another and such. I hinted to 7:15 am in this one if you didn't notice! :)

As always please please review! I absolutely love it!