A/N: This was a request, although I have to admit I ship woodenswan pretty hard. I have some Regina/Gold in the works but if you have anyone/anything/song, let me know. It doesn't have to be a duet it can be a solo or a group shindig.

Emma was not what you would call the singing type. She was barely a people person to begin with, but when the nuns had come to her and told her about their little fundraiser, Emma had somehow been roped into singing. She didn't know how it had happened. One minute she had been sitting there offering to donate money and the next minute her name was on a list of people singing. Now she was sitting here, watching others embarrass themselves as she drank deeply into her beer.

"So, I hear you're up next."

Emma looked up and saw that August had sat down across from her smirking at her obvious discomfort.

"Yeah? What do you want?"

"I'm here to make you an offer," he leaned forward conspiratorially.

"What's that?"

"I'll go up there with you, if you let me pick the song."

"Oh no. I am not singing Britney Spears."

August put his hand over his heart in mock hurt. "I'm more of an X-Tina fan."

Emma's lip twitched. "I can see that."

"Oh come on. Let me do this with you. It will be fun."

Emma settled back in her chair, crossing her arms over her chest. "Maybe. What do you want to sing?"

He smiled at her. "Ever heard of A Day To Remember?"

Emma looked at him blankly. "Will there be words on the screen?"

"Yeah, of course."

"Then does it matter?"

"Well you don't want to butcher the song."

"Look, I could sing 'row your boat' and butcher it. Let's just get this over with."

When the nun called Emma's name, August jumped up quickly and whispered to the nun. Astrid, for her part, seemed delighted to have another duet and gladly found their song. The beginning acoustic notes started which Emma recognized. She felt awkward, watching everyone stare at her, but took a deep breath and looked over at August. He seemed so at ease, it made her feel slightly better about all this.

"Hey darling. I hope you're good tonight," he began singing in a pleasant baritone. She had not expected him to be a good singer. "And I know you don't feel right when I'm leaving. Yeah I want it but no I don't need it, tell me something sweet to get me by. Cause I can't come back home until they're singing la, la, la, la. La, la, la."

The crowd sang along with August when he began on the la's. Apparently the entire town knew this song.

"If you can wait 'til I get home. Then I swear to you that we could make this last."

This song felt kind of perfect for them for some reason. August was an enigma, someone she couldn't figure out, but that she trusted all the same. Even being up here on a stage in front of the entire town with him put her at ease. Something about him felt familiar, like they had known each other before.

Emma took a deep breath. "Hey sweetie. I need you here tonight." She heard loud cheering when she began to sing and August was staring at her, his mouth agape. Just because she didn't want to sing didn't mean she was a bad singer. "I just feel complete when you're by my side. But I know you can't come home 'til they're singing la, la, la, la. La, la, la."

They began singing together. "If you could wait 'til I get home, then I swear to you, we could make this last. If you can wait 'til I get then I swear come tomorrow this will all be in our past. Well it might be for the best."

It was Emma's turn again. She turned to face him and their eyes locked, and it was just like any other time they were together. "You know you can't give me what I need, and even though you mean so much to me, I can't wait through everything."

"Is this really happening? I swear I'll never be happy again. And don't you dare say we can just be friends, I'm not some boy that you can sway."

They both sang together, "We knew it'd happen eventually." It was intense, and Emma jumped when the entire bar began singing "LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA, LA." August seemed just as surprised as her. Neither of them joined in for a moment, letting the crowd sing while they regained their composure.

"If you can wait 'til I get home then I swear we can make this last. If you can wait 'til I get home, then I swear we can make this last," Emma and August sang together before the music cut off. Everyone applauded and after a shaky moment they both handed back their microphones. August walked down the stage first, offering his hand to Emma which she gratefully accepted. Her beer was still sitting on the table untouched since she had abandoned it. She practically fell into her chair and gulped it down. August had a little more composure than Emma as he sat across from her, his eyes dark.

"Thank you," she said after a long moment. He nodded.

"I told you it would be...fun." He seemed to hesitate on the word fun, because it wasn't an apt description on what she had felt up there. She wasn't ready to talk to him about it so she just nodded again.

"I'm gonna go see Mary Margaret," she told him, getting up. He jumped up too.

"Yeah. I'll see you around."

She watched as he joined Marco at a table, their eyes meeting again for a brief moment before she took her seat next to Mary Margaret. Whatever August was, she was suddenly looking forward to figuring it out.