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Title: Falling into Place

Note: Immediately follows Almost Like Déjà vu. Emma and Graham weren't the only ones affected.

Wherever you are.

Hearing those words, in the gentle caress of his accent, pools warmth into the pit of her belly. She grabs him firmly by the collar, tugging him to her lips again, and he meets her eagerly.

Emma can't get enough of the feel of him: his hands circling her waist, the taste of his tongue against hers, the press of his body fitted into hers. Her head is spinning delightfully, drinking in every sensation and every moment of this reunion. She's not even fully processing the swell of memories resurfacing, as the whole of his presence sucks her in, immersing her in his strong arms.

He pulls back, just a fraction, his lips swollen and hair mussed in a way that makes her want to tug on the strands under her fingers to bring him right back. "Your phone," he murmurs, backing up. His breath is short, matching hers.

She can't quite focus on his words with the dark blue of his eyes staring into hers, so she leans forward to pull him in again. He chuckles, catching her hands in his and leans his forehead against hers. "Could be Henry."

Henry. That breaks the fog.

She quickly fumbles for her cell, buried within her purse. She yanks it out just as it goes to voicemail, "missed call from kid" flashing on the screen. She groans aloud, rubbing her temples. "His memories. If we have them back …."

"He must, too," he finishes, nodding in agreement.

It still feels strange, she thinks as she glances up at him. Magic in general is such a bizarre thing to come to terms with. She had experienced a True Love's Kiss without question before, with her son. Now, knowing that apparently a romantic true love lay between her and Graham …. She has never dared to believe that such a thing was possible.

Her mind traces the memories of his death all over again, the stunning look that overtook his face as he leaned in that final time. She had trusted in a happy ending that night, right before she lost him. Now, he is here, flesh and blood and alive. "Three weeks to break a curse. New record," she murmurs as she smooths a hand over his chest again. It's comforting in a way she can't explain to feel the steady beats under her palm.

He covers her hand, smiling sweetly. "Believe me; I'm surprised it took so long considering just how much I thought about you."

She chuckles. "Yeah, well I'm surprised it was so quick considering how much it scared me."

He looks at her thoughtfully for a moment, tucking a stray tendril of hair behind her ear. "You're not still scared, are you?"

Yes. The answer is immediate, snapping her into stiff awareness. "Not in the way you think," she admits finally.

He nods, tracing a line across her jaw reverently. "I'm not going anywhere. Not if I can help it."

She frowns, looking away sharply. "You couldn't help it the first time. That's the problem."

"Emma—"

"Let's get Henry," she cuts off, grabbing her purse to swing over her shoulder. Behind her eyes, she feels the beginning of tears she doesn't want to start releasing again. She's already shown enough emotion, and she doesn't want any more.

He doesn't say anything, not this time. He pulls on his coat, and takes her hand gently. "You want me to come?" he asks uncertainly.

She pauses, realizing that she did include him in that. She doesn't want him to leave her side, not when she still fears what can happen. Even more, she automatically thinks of him when she realizes she wants her family together. She entwines their fingers, looking at him with that new realization. "I told you: you're not leaving again."

"Just try and drag me from your side, princess," he jokes.

She scowls. "Does that mean I should start calling you Huntsman?"

He stops suddenly, and she turns back to him in surprise. His expression is serious, almost haunted. Tight lines ran across his forehead as his lips press together. "Please … don't."

She gapes at him a moment, feeling his words weighing down on them. She nods, finally. "I won't."

He offers a wavering smile. "I'll explain it to you, I promise. Just … with you, I need to be Graham." He gestures to her phone. "You might want to tell Michael's parents that we're on our way."

She looks up at him a long moment, then leans up to press her lips to the corner of his mouth. "Good idea."

As she speaks to Emilia and explains that she needs to pick up Henry early, she feels a short burst of happy surprise. He's kind of a loner. Regina's words echoed back in her head, and she feels a sort of pride that her Henry, the one that is well-adjusted and grows up in a place where he's allowed to be free, has Michael and Avery and Matt and Damon and the yearbook team and a crush on Selena that he actually talks about with his mother … Henry is happy here.

She presses up against Graham's side as they walk, the comfort level rising within her as the phone is transferred to Henry. There is the sound of a lock clicking shut before a worried, "Mom?"

"Henry. You remember?" she asks anxiously.

"Yes! I thought it was just me, but I don't know how it happened!"

She peers up at Graham again, seeing the smile that tugs on his lips as he watches her. "Yeah, I know how it happened. I'm on my way now. He's coming with me."

"He?" he asks, then there is a beat. "Oh, Graham! Mom, he's alive! How is he here?"

Emma's eyes flutter shut and she inhales deeply. Clean, woodsy, no longer leather but something so familiar …. "We don't know yet. But we're coming."

"'Kay. Mom? I love you."

She feels the part of her that was still worried that he preferred Regina slip away, locked into a deeper part of her. "I love you, too." The phone clicks off, but she continues smiling down at it. There is still an ache that reminds her that her parents are gone forever, in another universe, but she has her son. And now, she even has Graham.

"I keep seeing him, that last time. I remember thinking that he looked so familiar …," Graham murmurs, trailing his fingers up and down her arm.

She sighs. They had bumped into Graham two weeks ago, when Henry came by the precinct to meet up with her after school. What Graham doesn't know is how Henry teased her for the whole of the two weeks after. "I think he recognized you, too."

He twists her hand in his, hiding a shy smile. "Did he freak out? It's almost one."

She shakes her head. "No, he's just excited. Confused, just like us."

The silence that builds next is amicable, comfortable even. She listens to the sounds of his breath, watching the patterns the fog makes as he exhales. It is cold, to be certain, but she finds as she leans against him this is negated. She feels safe, despite the lingering fears that he will disappear again.

They reach the building three blocks down easily. The lobby is warm, but she doesn't let go of her grip on him. He tightens the arm wrapped around her as he presses the elevator button. It is startling how exactly they fit into each other. This is something she had barely known before, things she would have missed. The doors slide shut, and she turns, pulling his lips to hers once more.

He breathes against them hotly once he releases them. "Do you know?" he asks, nudging her nose lovingly.

She lets the words swirl in her head before she nods. She knows exactly what he's asking, because she can practically feel the affection and love seeping off him. Yet, he is still cautious; he doesn't want to scare her by actually saying it.

The doors slide open, and he pulls away first, exiting to the hall. She stops him before he can go further, feeling a knot in her stomach that she still knows she needs to express. "I do, too."

He takes a moment to study her features, a slow smile crossing his face. "Wouldn't have worked if you didn't." He cards his hand through her curls slowly. "Let's get Henry."

She nods. Suddenly, she is eager to see them all together. She bounces to the door, knocking softly. She expects Emilia, but it is Henry that pops out, hugging her tight across the waist.

"Hey, kid," she says softly, brushing through his hair. "How you holding up?"

He nods with tightly shut eyes. "It's a lot," he mutters before pulling back. He pivots, and grabs a surprised Graham next. "Missed you."

Graham embraces him cautiously, awe crossing his face. "Missed you, too."

"Don't go too far, 'kay?" he asks.

It tugs something sharp in Emma's heart to see them, to remember the devastated look on Henry's face after his death in contrast to the relief now.

Graham chuckles, and pulls him back. He brushes back his hair fondly. "I'd prefer to stick around, if you don't mind."

Henry's answering grin is almost blinding. "How'd you break the curse, anyway?" he asks her.

She feels heat bloom over her cheeks suddenly. It shouldn't embarrass her, but she's still processing the idea of this True Love thing and it's doing strange things to the part of her that never believed it existed in the first place.

It's Graham that answers, though. "Sorry, kid. I might have kissed your mom again."

Henry's eyebrow rises. "Then what took you so long?"

"Okay, that's enough," Emma says, feeling the blush overtake her once more.

Henry pulls his overnight bag over his shoulder. "What? We could have been having this conversation two weeks ago, if you had just listened to me. Graham could have helped me with that stupid PE assignment."

Emma rolls her eyes. "Sorry if we didn't kiss soon enough for you, kid. Guess you'll just have to ask him to help on the make-up assignment."

Henry's face transforms, looking between the two. "This is real, isn't it? We get to stick together."

Emma shares a look with Graham, her face softening. "Yeah. This is home."