Author's Notes: A special thank you goes out to BizarreBard. She has been helping me by Betaing this story and giving suggestions on where to take things. I'm very appreciative of her help.

Chapter 12: The Heart is a Lonely Hunter

Graham is playing darts at Granny's diner. He throws two darts and hits the deer both times. Ruby is waiting tables and Sidney is sitting in one of the booths.

"Nice shot, chief. I bet you twenty bucks you can't do it again." Sidney says.

Graham throws another dart and hits the deer again. "Next round's on him."

Emma enters through another door.

"Emma! What can I get you?" Ruby says.

"Nothing." Emma says as she walks towards the diner's exit. Graham throws a dart in her direction, which lands right next to her head. "What the hell? You could've hit me!"

"I never miss. You've been avoiding me since last night, when you saw me-" Graham says.

"Leaving the Mayor? And yes, that is a euphemism. I'm not avoiding you, Graham, I just have no interest in having this conversation. It's your life – I really don't care." Emma says as she leaves the diner.

Graham follows her outside. "If you don't care, then why are you so upset?"

"I'm not upset." Emma says.

"If that were true, you'd be at the bar with me, having a drink, and not running away." Graham says.

"It's none of my business. Really." Emma says.

Graham sighs, "Look, can we please talk about this? I need you to understand."

"Why?" Emma asks.

"I don't know. Maybe so I can understand?" Graham says.

"You need an analysis, go talk to Archie." Emma says.

Graham sighs, "I want to talk to you."

Emma shakes her head, "Well, your bad judgment is your problem – not mine."

"You don't know what it's like with her. I don't feel anything! Can you understand that?" Graham says.

"Bad relationship? Yeah, I understand a bad relationship. I just don't want to talk about yours." Emma says.

"Look, I know you and Regina have your own issues and… And I should have told you about that before you took the job." Graham says.

"Yeah, why the secrecy? We're all adults. You can do whatever you want." Emma says.

Graham sighs, "Because I… I didn't want you to look at me the way you are now."

"Why do you care how I look at you?" Emma asks.

"Because." Graham says.

"What?" Emma asks.

Graham kisses Emma. As soon as he does, he has a flashback to his life in the Enchanted Forrest. He sees a wolf with two differently colored eyes.

"What the hell was that?" Emma asks.

"Did you see that?" Graham asks.

"How much have you been drinking? That was way over the line." Emma says.

"I'm sorry, I just-" Graham says.

"What? You what?" Emma asks.

"I need to feel something." Graham says.

Emma sighs, "Listen to me, Graham. You are drunk and full of regret. I get it. But whatever it is you are looking to feel, I can tell you one thing – you're not getting it with me." She walks across the street and leaves Graham alone.)

30 minutes later Graham knocks on Regina's door.

Regina opens the door, "Graham?"

"Is Henry asleep?" Graham asks.

"Yes. Why?" Regina says.

Graham kisses Regina. She hesitates, then kisses him again and shuts the door.

Later Graham bolts upright in bed. He is sweating and breathing heavily.

Regina, who is laying next him, is also awakened. "What is it?"

"I had the most intense dream. I was in the woods hunting and I killed a deer. There was a wolf…" Graham says.

Regina frowns, "A wolf?" Is he remembering she wonders.

"Its eyes – one was blood red and the other was black as night. The funny thing is, I think I've seen the wolf before." Graham says.

Regina shakes her head, "Come back to sleep, Graham. It was only a dream."

"It didn't feel like a dream. It felt like a memory." Graham says as he gets up and starts getting dressed.)

"Graham." Regina says.

"I need some air. I need to think." Graham says.

"Graham, please. Come back to bed." Regina says.

Graham shakes his head, "I left my car anyway. I need to go and get it. Clear my head."

"Graham, listen. It's late, you're tired, and you're probably still drunk. Don't leave." Regina says.

"Since when do you want me to stay, anyway?" Graham asks.

"You're not well." Regina says.

"I'm fine." Graham says and he leaves Regina's room.

The next morning Graham is on the main street. He walks up to his squad car with his keys in hand, but drops them. When he kneels down to pick them up, there is the wolf with two differently colored eyes in front of him. The wolf walks off and into the woods.

Graham takes off after the wolf running through the woods, searching for the wolf. In the distance he his hears a wolf howling. He then hears a noise in the bushes, but it turns out to be Mr. Gold.

Mr. Gold is wearing an apron, boots and has a shovel. "Good morning, Sheriff. Sorry if I startled you."

"Right. Sorry, I… I thought you were a wolf." Graham says.

"Did I forget to shave?" Mr. Gold asks.

Graham shakes his head, "What are you doing out here so early?"

"A spot of gardening. Yourself?" Mr. Gold says.

"I was looking for, um…" Graham says.

Mr. Gold nods, "A wolf. Yeah, I think I'm beginning to catch on. You know, to the best of my knowledge, Sheriff, there are no wolves in Storybrooke. Not the literal kind, anyway. Why are you looking?"

"You'll think I'm crazy." Graham says.

Mr. Gold smiles, "Try me."

"I saw one in my dreams, and then I saw one for real. Just a few hours ago. Did you, uh… Did you see anything unusual out there?" Graham says.

Mr. Gold shakes his head, "I'm afraid not. I do wish I could be more helpful. You know, Sheriff, they say that dreams… Dreams are memories. Memories of another life."

"And what do you believe?" Graham asks.

"I never rule out anything. Good luck, Sheriff. I do hope you find what you're looking for." Mr. Gold says.

Graham returns to searching for the wolf in the woods. He, again, hears howling in the distance. Eventually, he finds the wolf in a clearing. "What do you want?" The wolf starts to walk away. "Hey!"

Graham whistles and the wolf stops. It turns around and approaches him. When Graham pets the wolf, he has another flashback to his life in Fairy Tale World. He sees Snow White, a dagger, and a symbol on a building. When he comes back to the present, the wolf is gone.

Later at the school the bell rings and the kids file out of Mary Margaret's classroom. Graham pushes past them and enters the classroom.

"Hello, Sheriff." Dawn says.

"Hello Ms. Summers." Graham says. "Mary Margaret? Can I talk to you?"

Mary Margaret nods, "Graham? What's the matter? Are you okay?"

"I think we, uh… I think we know each other." Graham says.

"Of course we do." Mary Margaret says.

Graham shakes his head, "No, no, no. Not from here. Not from Storybrooke."

"From where, then?" Mary Margaret says.

"Another life." Graham says. "Mary Margaret, how long have we known each other?"

Mary Margaret shrugs, "Um… I don't know. A while."

"Do you remember when we met?" Graham asks.

"Um. No." Mary Margaret says.

Dawn looks to Graham. He seems to be acting rather strange, compared to normally.

"Me neither. I can't remember when I met you, or when I met anyone. Isn't that odd?" Graham says.

"I don't know. I mean, I suppose. But, I think that's just life. Things get hazy." Mary Margaret says.

"Have I ever hurt you?" Graham asks.

Mary Margaret shakes her head, "Oh, Graham. No, of course not. What is going on?"

"Do you believe in other lives?" Graham asks.

"Mm, like heaven?" Mary Margaret asks.

Graham shakes his head, "I mean like past lives."

"You've been talking to Henry." Mary Margaret says.

"Henry?" Graham asks.

"Well, he has this book of stories. He's been going on about how he thinks we're all characters from them. From another land. We've forgotten who we really are. Which, of course, makes no sense." Mary Margaret says.

Dawn rolls her eyes. 'Of course they make sense,' she thinks. 'To those who remember or believe. Problem is my sister you don't remember.'

"Right. No, of course." Graham says.

"Graham." Mary Margaret says as she leans over and puts her hand on Graham's forehead. "Ah! You are burning up. Go home and get some rest. I think you'll feel much better after you've had some sleep."

"Right. You're absolutely right. I'm sorry to disturb you. I thank you." Graham says.

"Of course." Mary Margaret says. "Dawn would be kind enough to drive the good Sheriff home."

Dawn nods, "Sure, Mary Margaret." She and Graham walk outside and to her car.

"Ms. Summers would you take me to see Henry?" Graham asks.

"I'm not sure that's a good idea," Dawn says. "You're not feeling well. Mary Margaret said you're burning up. So you need to…"

"Please." Graham says.

Dawn sighs, "Okay."

30 minutes later they arrive at Regina's house and Graham rings the doorbell.

Henry answers the door. "Hey, Sheriff. Hey, Au… Dawn. My mom's not here, Sheriff."

"Actually, uh, I'm here to see you, Henry. I was hoping you could help me." Graham says.

"Help you with what?" Henry asks.

"It's about your book. Am I…in it?" Graham says.