A/n: Through some miracle here is another Chapter! Three in one day, I'm on a roll!


"Chicken's Delicious." David mumbled to Kathryn over dinner at their house.

"David," His wife put her fork down nervously. "There's something we need to discuss."

"Okay." David swallowed just as nervously. He supposed he should have seen this coming, he had Mary Margaret hadn't exactly been hiding things very well.

"I applied to law school." Kathryn told her plate.

"That's amazing!" David impressed even himself with sincerity. "Why didn't you ever tell me?"

"I don't know." Kathryn laughed with embarrassment. "Maybe cause I didn't think I could actually do it, but I did. I got this today." She handed him an acceptance letter that she'd been hiding in her lap. "I got in." David took the letter from her and read the school name.

"It...it's in Boston." He glanced up at her.

"I know that things have been hard between us." Kathryn admitted. "But maybe a fresh start is what we need. Maybe we've been fighting too hard to recapture old memories, when we should've been making new ones instead."


"So what did you tell her?" Mary Margaret asked. She was walking with David as he told her what had just happened with Kathryn.

"That I needed to take a walk. Clear my head, think about it." David told her exasperatedly.

"I'm guessing you didn't tell her that the walk was with me." Mary Margaret frowned.

"No, no. Of course not."

"Why is that our default? Lying."

"Because I don't..."

"We're not being honest." Mary Margaret interrupted him. "I know it's hard, but we have to tell her the truth about everything. About us."

"I don't know if I can." David confessed.

"You have to!" Mary Margaret exclaimed. "If we can't be honest with other people, how can we be honest with each other?"

"Is it really the best plan?" David questioned her uncertainly.

"What's your plan? Moving to Boston?" Mary Margaret snapped.

"No!" David said quickly.

"The only way no one gets hurt here, is if we don't want to be together. Is that what you want?"

"No." He promised.

"well then we have to stop hiding and do something!" The school teacher insisted. "It's better she hears it from you than from someone else. You have to make a choice."

"I choose you." David answered without needed even a second to think.

"Then it's time to tell Kathryn."


Emma approached the entrance to Granny's as the writer guy was leaving.

"I've been meaning to bump into you." The writer confessed. "Matter of fact, I was hoping we might grab that drink you promised."

"Is that you asking me out?" Emma raised an eyebrow, her face forming its signature look.

"Well, if putting a label on it makes you more comfortable, sure. Let's call it a date."

"I thought you came here to write, find inspiration." Emma crossed her arms.

"I'm optimistic about our date." the man said positively.

"See, I have a policy." Emma said. "I won't go out with guys who won't tell me their names. I find it weeds out the ones who like to keep secrets, like they're already married or they store bodies in their freezer. It was nice talking to you." She opened the door to the diner and the writer called after her.

"It's August!" He shouted. "August W. Booth."

"Really? With the middle initial?" Emma questioned.

"W's for Wayne." August explained. "So there goes your reason for not meeting me here after work." Emma didn't reply. She just stepped into the diner to meet Mary Margaret who was already waiting inside.

"Who was that?" Mary Margaret questioned.

"I don't know yet." Emma followed her roommate's gaze out the window.

"Yet?" It was Mary Margaret's turn to raise her eyebrows. "So you're going to find out?"

"It's nothing." Emma waved the situation off as she sat down.

"Nothing with you means something." The school teacher smiled. "Because if it were nothing, we wouldn't be talking about it."

"I'm sorry, I thought you called me here to talk about you." Emma snorted.

"Yeah, but talking about you is easier right now." Mary Margaret confessed to her friend.

"What is it? What's going on?" Emma's voice was full of concern.

"Remember," Mary Margaret whispered. "when you told me to stay away from David and i agreed?"

"Yes." Emma remembered that conversation very well.

"I didn't." Mary Margaret said, her voice laced with worry.

"Yeah, I know." Emma tried her best not to laugh at her friend.

"You do?" Mary Margaret seemed shocked. "How?"

"Because I'm Sheriff, and you're a lovesick school teacher." Emma explained. "Covering your tracts is not exactly your strong suit."

"Well...I've been discrete." Mary Margaret insisted weakly.

"Two teacups in the sink, new perfume, late nights, plunging necklines. It was not hard to connect the dots." Emma chuckled.

"Plunging?" Mary Margaret looked down at her sweater self-consciously.

"When I met you, you were a top button kind of girl."

"Huh." The school teacher had to admit that she'd been caught. "Why didn't you say anything?"

"I'm not your mother." Emma shrugged.

"No, but according to Henry I'm yours."

"I just figured that you would let me know when it was time. I'm assuming it's time?"

"He's telling Kathryn!" Mary Margaret announced quietly.

"Everything?" the Sheriff asked.

"Everything." Her roommate confirmed.


Kathryn was on the computer apartment hunting when she heard the front door open.

"David?" She called to her husband as he entered the house. "David, come take a look. I found a whole bunch of great apartment options. I have no idea which neighborhood to look at but...have you ever been to Boston?"

"No, no. I've never been." David mumbled, his mind somewhere else.

"Maybe we should ask the Sheriff, Emma, she's from there. She could probably help..."

"Kathryn, I can't go to Boston with you." He blurted out.

"Can't? Or Wont?" His wife crossed her arms.

"I'm sorry, I am so sorry...I don't know what to say." David felt ashamed, and he probably should have.

"Try the truth." Kathryn said as calmly as she could. "David, is there something going on that I don't know about?"

"No, no, something happened." He lied. "I don't know what it is, but there is something that's preventing me from connecting, and it's not fair to you to let that screw up your life. You're right. You need a fresh start. It's just not with me."


Sarah and Henry sat on the couch in Regina's office. Their mother presented each of them with a decadently wrapped box.

"Go on, open them!" Regina urged.

"What's the occasion?" Henry asked with trepidation.

"The occasion is that I love you both. Now open them." Regina smiled. Shrugging Sarah lifted the lid off her box and inside found a few choose your own adventure books. Henry opened his own box to find a video game inside.

"Now, I know you both miss that fairytale book of Henry's, but with these things, you can do the heroics. You can save the Princess and be the hero. You can be a Princess or Prince. You have to believe me, when I tore down the playground, I did it for your safety. Please don't be upset with me. I really didn't mean to destroy your book."

"It's not just the book." Henry said, setting his box aside.

"Okay," Regina tried to listen. "then what is it?"

"It's Emma." Sarah said. She knew where Henry was going, and to be honest, she felt the same way. "We want to see her." Someone burst into Regina's office before she could answer.

"Regina, have you got a min...I'm sorry." It was Kathryn Nolan.

"Oh don't worry about it." Regina assured her friend. "Henry, Sarah, why don't you get home and start your homework? I'll be there in a bit and we can have dinner." Sarah dragged Henry out the door as Kathryn began to tear up. Mrs. Nolan was in full hysterics when the door closed shut behind the Mills children.

"Oh, Kathryn, what is it?" Regina asked, guiding her friend to the couch.

"It's David!" Kathrin sobbed. "He's leaving me!"

"That little homewrecker!" Regina snapped.

"E-excuse me?" Kathryn sniffled.

"She just couldn't stay away, could she?" Regina hissed venomously.

"What are you talking about?" Kathryn blubbered, her eyes red from crying.

"Why Mary Margaret, of course."

"What's Mary Margaret got to do with this?" Kathryn asked, drying her eyes. "What does Mary Margaret have to do with any of this, Regina? Do you know something?

"They've been having an affair." Regina tried to sound apologetic.

"How do you know this? How? Did you see something?"

"I saw pictures, Sidney was always looking for scandal, it sells papers. He showed me. I buried them of course."

"Show me." Kathryn demanded, her tears long gone.

"Kathryn..."

"Show me!" Regina marched over to her desk and pulled out a folder. Inside the folder there were several pictures of David and Mary Margaret. Regina opened the folder so the photos were splayed out on the desk. Kathryn began to dig through them.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Kathryn questioned once she'd seen enough.

"Because I thought you two were working it out." Regina confessed. After all, she'd told meddlesome Snow White to stay out of it. "I wanted you to work it out. Believe me, I want you two together."

"Why?" Kathryn began massaging her temples. "Why do you care about any of this?"

"Because, I'm your friend!" Regina said.

"No, you're not!" Kathryn remarked. "A friend wouldn't do this! A friend wouldn't lie! Everyone's lying to me!"