Hi! First of all, THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU to all of you who Followed/Favorited! The number amazes me! Here is a special shout out to lynnebug01, cagiant246, chlollie (Guest), 0u12, guest, webeonceing13, and parapentistria4ever for reviewing! I absolutely LOVE reviews! I meant to get this up on Thursday, but you know, life happened. Well, here is the second chapter; enjoy! -Rissa Grace
P.S. I went back and changed the last part of the first chapter a bit, if you want to check it out.
"You need help with WHAT?!"
"Just come help me, please? But don't tell Mary Margaret."
David sighed. "Fine. I'll be there in a minute."
"Thanks David, you're the best!" Emma sounded relieved.
The line was then disconnected as David hung up the phone. He didn't agree with Emma's request not to tell Mary Margaret, but he decided to respect it nonetheless. He walked up behind Mary Margaret, who was cooking something at the counter, and put his hands on her shoulders.
"What delicious meal might my lovely wife be preparing today?" David asked sweetly.
Mary Margaret giggled and rolled her eyes. "Spaghetti, my charming prince."
David smiled, he loved spaghetti. His eyes then widened as he realized that this was his opportunity to go help Emma.
"You know what goes great with spaghetti? Cheesy garlic bread!"
"But-" Mary Margaret tried to tell him.
David was talking slightly faster now. "I think I'll go buy some!" He grabbed his keys, and with a rushed "bye" he was out the door.
Mary Margaret gave a good humored sigh as the door slammed. "But I already have cheesy garlic bread in the oven."
Emma watched from the park bench (the one that she had handcuffed the still unconscious criminal to), as David's truck pulled up. He jumped out with a panicked look on his face, and started running towards Emma.
Hmm. Emma thought. Maybe it hadn't been the best idea to tell David that I needed help moving a body.
"It's all right, David. I handcuffed him to the park bench, see?" She motioned toward the unconscious man on the ground next to her.
"He's not who I'm worried about!" David called, still jogging towards Emma. A concerned look was still in his eyes.
"I'm fine. Don't worry."
Emma was startled as, when David stopped in front of her, he grabbed her face in his hands.
"Emma! You are NOT fine! We have to get you to a hospital!"
"David! What are...oh. Oh!" When Emma realized that David was talking about the cut that was made on her neck from the knife, she thought about how bad it must actually look. She hurriedly put her hand up to the cut (which, now that she had remembered it was starting to be quite painful) and it came back sticky with blood.
"C'mon! I'll drive you to the hospital. We can worry about him later."
"No! David, really, I know it looks bad, but it's really fine, and it doesn't even hurt." Emma tried to persuade David. "And we can't just leave him, whoever he is, just handcuffed to a park bench in the middle of town!"
"But you-"
"We can clean up my neck at the station after we lock him," Emma gestured to the unconscious man, "up."
"Oh, all right."
David turned his attention toward the man on the ground and gasped. "Emma! Do you know who this is?"
"Yes, because whenever I know someone I refer to them as 'whoever he is.'" Emma sarcastically commented.
David shot her a look.
Emma raised both of her hands in the air in surrender. "Sorry, sorry! Who is it then?"
"This is King George. He hates me. What did he tell you before you knocked him out?"
Emma suddenly felt extremely guilty. When she told David he would be absolutely distraught! But she had to tell him, didn't she? Yes. Because knowing David, he would probably find out eventually anyway. Well, here goes nothing. She took a deep breath. "He told me that he knew we were 'thick as thieves' and that he wanted to send you a message saying that he would be coming for us all. Even Henry. He was going to handcuff me to the bench, but then I knocked him out."
She couldn't bear to look at to look at him anymore. His eyes were so full of guilt and sorrow, like he bore the weight of the world on his shoulders.
"It's ok, David, he can't hurt us anymore. And I'm ok, I've been through worse." Emma tried to make her voice sound soothing.
David turned to her, his face contorted in anger. "That's the thing, Emma, you never should have been through worse!" Then seeing the startled expression Emma wore, her eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape, he calmed down. He sat down on the bench, and slouched down resting his arms on his legs and folding his hands together. "This is all my fault. If I hadn't angered King George then none of this would have ever happened. I'm sorry."
"David, this is not your fault! Were you the one holding a knife to my neck? No. You angered Psycho King what, nearly thirty years ago? It is nobody's fault but his, and it's a waste of time to think anything otherwise."
David was moved at how hard his daughter was trying to comfort him, and it worked, to a point. He didn't fully believe that this wasn't his doing, but decided to let it go for now.
"Thank you. I'm impressed you were able to knock him out and handcuff him to the bench. If you hadn't done that who knows who he would have gone after next!"
"Oh." Emma stated grimly, thinking about how easy it would have been for King George to go after Henry.
"But he didn't!" David continued hurriedly, knowing full well who Emma was thinking about. "And that's all that matters. Let's get him to the station, then get you to the hospital."
"Remind me again why we are here?" David said as he and Emma walked into the convenience store.
"Because," Emma didn't even look back at him, but just kept walking. "Unless you want Mary Margaret to freak out, we have to get a scarf or something to cover my neck. And also the blood on my T-shirt." She chuckled. "Never thought I would say that."
David was struggling to keep up with Emma as she briskly strode through the store towards the clothing and accessories section. "I don't see why you can't just tell her and be done with it. Don't you think she should know?"
"Yes, I do think she should know, but that doesn't mean I can't tell her after supper. Besides, that's less time she has to worry before she lets it go tomorrow morning. Right?" Emma paused to stop and look at the very small selection of scarves the store had in stock.
"Well, I suppose, but I don't think-what is that?!" David interrupted himself as Emma held up a brightly colored piece of fabric. Emma giggled, and it sounded like music to David's ears.
"That would be a scarf." She said, holding up the carrot orange, shimmering gold, and obnoxiously bright red scarf.
"That is not a scarf, that something you wear out into traffic so you don't get hit!" David protested.
"You're right. It is an ugly scarf." She paused. "It's perfect!"
David's mouth dropped open. "What?"
"You see," Emma replied. "Mary Margaret will be so caught up in how ugly this dreadful thing is, that she won't wonder about anything else."
"But-"
"And before you protest, I will tell Mary Margaret. Just after supper. If we tell her before supper, then she will freak out and want to talk about it. Then the food will get cold. Right?"
David thought about it. If they told her before supper then the spaghetti would be cold by the time they ate, if they ate at all. Spaghetti was his favorite meal. He couldn't let that happen to
"Okay." David agreed, confident with his choice to enjoy that spaghetti.
"Great! Now let's check out and go home."
The pair walked out of the store in comfortable silence. Emma got in her Bug, and David went to his truck. Two very different vehicles, and two different people. Though they were different, they had many things in common that they didn't even notice. The way that they stood, the way that they ate, and the way they both ran their fingers through their hair when they were nervous. And tonight, they had one more thing in common, they were both worrying about the evening to come.
Please Review! Favorite lines? Constructive criticism? My favorite line to write was "You angered Psycho King, what, thirty years ago?"
