A/n: Thanks again to all who have read!

TO: Dory's Human Replica: I added Cassio just for you! Lol! Congrats on playing him in a play! He was one of my favorites! So he shows up kinda at the end of this chapter but I promise he will be in others as well! Thanks for reading!

Chapter 13: Drunken Lullabies

Standing outside on veranda, Emma fixed her hair piled on her head. The party inside was storming; who knew that way back now they had such wild parties. Emma couldn't seem to find a reason as to why, except for maybe the fact that they had no drinking ages at this point in time!

Emma leaned on the stone railing, the only thing between her and a long drop to more drunk partiers below. It wasn't long before a drunken partier came stumbling next to her.

"Are ewe thhh gewl who-" he tried to say but Emma couldn't understand a word of his drunken babblings.

"Excuse me," Emma said trying to slip away, "I believe I am needed inside." She tried to ease her way back into the party room but the drunken man grabbed her arm. Emma tried to pull away but her strength was no match to his.

"Ewe haff thhh honor of stayin' wiff me!" he said pulling her close and trying to kiss her.

Emma turned her head and fought with all her might against the man. She wiggled and squirmed but the man still managed to have a good grip on her arms. Her hair piled on top her head full lose and she soon after realized that there was nothing she could do, except scream!

"Kep screamin' gewl, no on can hewe ewe!" the words had barley passed the man's lips when he fell from a blow to the head. Behind the man stood Bassanio.

"Are you alright miss Emma?" Bassanio asked gently taking both her arms and looking at her straight in the eyes.

Emma's long curling hair fell over her face, "I'm fine," she said looking down.

"What's the matter then?" he said pushing her chin up so she was forced to look into his eyes.

Everything was silent while Emma just stared for a few minuets; his deep brown eyes seemed to have her hypnotized for the time being. She opened her mouth and was about to say something but Adam came through the door behind Bassanio, redirecting Emma's thoughts to him.

It was obvious by Adam's facial expressions that he was feeling the cold stab of jealousy again, the way he had back in Paris when she thought there could've been something between herself and Othello.

He smiled and seemed to brush it off, "Would you like to dance miss Emma?" Behind his eyes though was pain.

Emma looked back up at Bassanio, "Nothing's wrong," she whispered and jerked away, "I'd adore a dance," she said looking at Adam.

'Wait a second here!' she thought referring to the last thing she said, 'now I know I've been here to long, I'm starting to talk like these mental patients!'

On the dance floor Emma swirled around Adam, who by the way wasn't the best dancer out there. Other couples where spinning in time with the music, unlike Emma, the girls all had darkly colored dresses.

"Uh… Adam?" Emma said after a considerable time of swirling, "Do you mind if I sit for a bit?"

Adam just nodded and led her over to where a group of chairs sat, completely empty. They sat quietly side by side in silence until Adam turned to her and spoke, "Emma, there was something that I need to tell you," he looked up to make sure that Emma was listening. Her eyes were looking directly into his, he became nervous and looked down, "I… uh…"

"May I have this dance?" A deep voice interrupted.

Emma looked up to see a tall, broad shouldered man in a military uniform standing over her. Adam looked annoyed, though Emma didn't know why. 'Why is it EVERY time I decide to tell her someone has to interrupt?' he thought as he rolled his eyes.

Emma couldn't say no, even if she had wanted to. He was dashing, hansom, and just about everything any girl would want in a man. She smiled, stood up and took his hand. He began to lead her to the dance floor but before they disappeared into the cloud of swirling dresses Emma turned to Adam.

"We'll talk later," she said turning and vanishing underneath the aurora of color.

The man lead Emma in the most beautiful waltz she ad ever danced to. Her long hair swung with the rhythm of her flowing dress. Everything to her was like a dream; every other color in the room seemed to blend into one another. Everything stopped though when Adam's voice dissolved the dream.

"Emma," he said grabbing her arm and leading her out of the shifting crowd, "look, I was trying to tell you that-" he looked up at her. She looked almost worried.

"What's wrong? I mean, are you okay," she grabbed his arms and pushed him out onto the balcony, "Are you okay!"

"It's nothing Emma," he said looking down, "just… never mind."

Emma opened her mouth, about to say something but it was then that she heard the voice of Othello speaking to someone just outside the door to the balcony that she stood on. Emma and Adam almost instinctively moved towards the door to where they could here the voices without being seen.

"What do you mean they are still after me?" Othello said to the other voice, who responded, "I mean everything that happened in Paris was because they are still after you!"

"I thought you said they where sure I was dead!"

"Well someone must've blabbed then, huh?"

"Steven," Othello whispered barley audible to Emma and Adam, "He's the only one I can think of that would still be looking."

"Why would he still be looking?"

"I took him out from under my command, he just wasn't fit to be a soldier."

Adam looked at Emma and whispered, "Who's Steven?"

"He's the red-head guy who helped kidnap me in Paris, don't you remember?"

"Oh, ya, sure…" Adam said just before they heard a rustle behind the door. They both leaned in closer to try and listen, but as they leaned against the door it flung open throwing both of them onto the floor.

"What exactly are you two doing?" Othello yelled pulling Adam up by the back of his shirt. The other man who had been talking lifted Emma more gently.

"We were just… uh," Adam tried to make up a quick story but nothing seemed to come.

Emma looked up at the man who had been helping her up; it was the same man she had danced with only ten minuets before. She stared until Othello yelled, "Cassio, please escort miss Emma," he shoved Adam towards where Emma and Cassio were standing, "and Adam back to the dance floor."