I've been indulging in a few SwanQueen FanFictions, so I'm gonna try and write a story for them, so I'm hoping it goes well and I find some inspiration! This is gonna go along with the events with the story, but won't really include a few details, some things may be out of order, and that's the way I like it. It may not seem like it, but there will be Swanqueen, just be patient. Please send feedback, and I hope you enjoy!

She stared at me for a moment, not really knowing what to do. She nudged Henry inside by his shoulder and led him upstairs without giving a second thought to her son's birth mother in the middle of the doorway, confused by everything that just happened. I just accepted that she wouldn't be coming back down, so I reluctantly pulled her door closed and walked back down the path to my car.

"Thank you, for bringing him back," I heard her roughly call out from the doorway, opened once more.

"No problem," I replied, throwing her a glance over my shoulder and heading back to the car. On my seat was his leather-cover book with 'Once Upon A Time' scrawled in neat gold letters. I huffed, rolled my eyes, than started my car. I couldn't leave with his book, maybe I can stay for a night. It wouldn't hurt, right?

The town was completely deserted at this hour, but there had to be some sort of hotel here. Thankfully, I found a cozy inn hidden behind a small thicket of trees. The lights were off inside, except for one on the first floor. I pulled up to the building and carefully came in through the door with an 'Open' sign hanging loosely from a small window.

An old woman was behind a counter, rubbing her eyes under her glasses. She snatched her hands below the desk like she burned her fingers and smiled.

"Welcome to Granny's inn. Do you need a room," she asked in a hoarse voice.

"Yes, please."

"How long will you be staying?"

"I'm…not sure. One night for now?"

"Sure. Name?"

"Emma Swan."

"What a pretty name," she said calmly, dangling a set of keys from her fingers. I could barely stop my fingers from shaking when I took them and dragged myself up the narrow set of stairs. Before I rounded the staircase, she smiled at me once more. People seemed so…cheery. It was unnerving.

The room was too flowery for my liking and plastered in cheap flowery wallpaper that peeled off the walls. The floorboards were creaky and matched the wood of the bed, also covered in floral sheets that smelled like coffee and air freshener. A desk was sat under the window, to the right of the bed. A cold draft ran through the room and under my skin.

I closed the door quietly and peeled off my leather jacket, sitting it on the chair pushed under the desk. I immediately collapsed to the bed and toed off my boots. I fell asleep with my clothes on.

A hard knock on the door scared me awake. I wiped a droplet of drool of my cheek and wearily unlocked the door. I don't remember locking the door.

A man with a scruffy beard and even messier hair looked me up and down.

"Hi there. I'm Graham, the sherriff."

"Emma," I said, offering my hand. He didn't take it, and instead looked behind me at something.

"That's WhatReginawas talking about," he said to himself. I raised an eyebrow, but before I could do anything, he had handcuffs on my wrists.

"Emma, you're under arrest for theft." I looked behind me, and on the desk, was an expensive watch I hadn't seen in my life. Oh, the irony.

"What the hell is that," I asked him. He shrugged his shoulders and dragged me to his police cruiser in the parking lot of the inn. The woman, I'm guessing Granny, saw me being taken to the car with handcuffs on my wrists. She raised her eyebrows and opened her mouth to speak, but immediately shut her mouth. "Do you really think I stole that?"

"Honestly, it doesn't seem like you stole that, you seem pretty surprised to be caught stealing a watch, but I have to take you to the station regardless. I rolled my eyes and watched him stride back into the inn. I grumbled and pulled on the chains of the handcuffs.

He came back after five minutes with a bag containing the watch and a stack of paper. He drove to the station in silence, except for the faint radio playing more fuzzy noise than music.

He didn't drag me into the station like I have been once before, but put a hand on the small of my back, leading me through doors and corridors. He nudged me into one of the two jail cells and undid my handcuffs, locking me into the cell after.

Beside me, a balding man was passed out on the rickety bed to my right. He was snoring loudly.

Graham left me by myself while he was in a small room with boxes ordered on shelves. He came back out after a half hour. He was just rounding the corner to leave the building.

"What, so you're just gonna leave me here?"

"No, I'm going to ask why Regina's fingerprints were on the desktop in your room. At the inn. Near the watch."

"Wait, she-"

"Just stay here."

"That won't be very hard." He chuckled to himself.

"I'm not so sure, hungover Leroy is almost as bad as drunk Leroy."

"I'll keep it in mind." He rolled his eyes with a slight hint of sarcasm and disappeared from sight. I sunk down onto the floor, leaning my back against the bed. I let my head fall back to the cushion and I heard the door click.

"Back already,"I asked the open room. Instead of finding the towering sheriff of Storybrooke, a small boy I recognized immediately came into the room instead.

"Henry, what are you doing," I groaned.

"Granny told me you were here. I wanted to see you."

"Henry, why are you here?"

"Because, my mom doesn't get to do this."

"Kid, you gotta leave. Don't you have school?"

"Yes, but I left early. I knew you stayed, the clock tower started moving again."

"Why does that matter?"

"Because you're weakening the curse. That's why my mom did this, to get back at you for staying."

"Henry, just stop. It was only a coincidence that the clock started working again."

"No, you made it work."

"I can promise you, I didn't. Now you need to get to school, your mom'll kill me." He sighed like I was the crazy one and nodded before leaving. I really didn't want to disappoint him, but it wasn't healthy for him to believe these things.

I was waiting a while before Graham showed up and let me right back out again.

"It seems you're off the hook, Miss Swan."

"See? Told you."

"I didn't doubt it for a second. Donut?" He held out a bear claw from a pink box out to me. I bit my lip before taking one.

"This isn't poisoned by Regina, is it?"

"Not that I know of." I slowly bit into the donut, letting the sugary glaze encase my tongue.

"This is really good."

"If you think that's good, Granny's grilled cheese will melt you."

"And my lifespan. She runs a restaurant too?"

"Yeah, you really should go before you leave." My eyes glazed over. I was supposed to be leaving by now, without Henry's book and pretending I never met him. It couldn't hurt if I stayed for a little while longer, could it?

"I should. I'll see you around then, I guess." I didn't leave room for a response from him as I pivoted around and left.