So, while many of you hate my guts right now, for more than one reason, I just want to keep on writing because it's really fun, no matter how much you may not want me to because you're scared I'll murder you with my awfulness. But, screw that shit, because I don't give an honest living FUCK, because Once Upon a Time is almost at the season 2 finale, and 'Lacey' is definitely going to be one of my top 5 episodes of Season 2 (1: Tallahassee 2: The Crocodile 3: Lady of the Lake 4: WHEN IT COMES ONNNNNNN: Second Star to the Right, and then Straight on Till Morning. I put both of them in there because there's only 5, and it's supposed to be a two-part episode, so I just defied the laws of science. Maybe. Whatever.)

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Warning: Honestly, this is the shortest chapter EVER (257 words? That's the best I could do after being away since April 7, but, bear with me!) and then I'll be gone for a while because school is starting to catch up with me, and I can't do anything right now.

Song is: 'Kinda Outta Luck' by Lana del Rey

Chapter Ten
In Dreams
'Babe, you can see that I'm danger. Glamorous, but I'm deranged, yeah
Teetering off of the stage, yeah. I said it really nicely so can you be my savior?'

Emma could sense that he was near her. Very close. She ran for him, trying to find him, trying to get back to him. Because something was wrong. Very, very wrong. She could sense that, too. There was a break in the trees, and she ran for it as fast as she could go. And then he was there. But he was hurt. And covered in blood, why was he covered in blood? He was gasping for air, his chest heaving up and down, and then he saw her and he beckoned her closer and she walked slowly towards him, taking it step by step, and there wasn't any time for that, and soon she was running to him and he had her hands in his and he was coughing up more blood. She stroked his face and moved his hair away from his eyes so that she could stare into them. He tried to tilt his head up, to tell her something, but it took too much of his strength, too much, and it seemed like a lifetime before he was finally able to speak and not let his head fall back onto the ground. His trembling lips parted slightly and Emma couldn't help but kiss them softly, tasting blood on her mouth and feeling the corners of his mouth quirk up into a slight smile. He took in a deep, shuddering breath, and put his lips right up against her ear so he was kissing it, and he spoke one word:

"Forest,"

Emma's eyes opened.