sorry guys for such a long wait. But I just can't get my wording right and nothing I seem to write satisfies me. It all sounds like crap to me, I can't seem to get it to flow so it has put me off for a while. It's rather frustrating so many ideas that are hard to write down as they just don't sound right to me when I read it. It doesn't have that certain ring to it. So I apologise. This is the only one that I've allowed to pass but I'm not even happy with it.

I don't own once upon a time or miami medical and their characters. But I do own any mistakes written.

Chris stirred restlessly within his sleep as small beads of sweat started to form over every square inch of his body. His heartbeat and breathing were erratic and his dreams were plagued with nightmares.

"Chris?" Emma said as she attempted to wake him, but his only response had been intangible mumbles. "Chris!" She said once again but this time firmer. But still she received the same response. "CHRIS!" She then yelled as she jabbed him in the side, this time it did the trick, he shot up like a rocket at launch. "It's okay, it's okay" she coaxed as she proceeded to wrap a reassuring arm around his shoulder. She could feel his erratic breathing and hear his erratic heart beat.

"No, no, no!" He mumbled as he shook his head.

"No what?"

He looked down towards his hands before meeting her soft, Sympathetic gaze. "The blood. The blood won't wash off"

"There's no blood" she tried to tell him.

"CANT YOU SEE!" He replied as he shook his hands "they're drenched in their blood. THEY ARE BOTH DEAD BECAUSE OF ME! Because I couldn't save her"

"Hey!" Emma said as she repositioned herself on the bed so that both her hands cupped his cheeks "Hey" she repeated as she awaited for his gaze to meet hers "you didn't pull the trigger. Her death and his were not caused by you. You did everything you could considering your own state"

"I should have done more" tears started to stream down his face.

She lent her forehead against his so that they were both touching "you and I both know that sometimes in life there are people that we just cannot save"

"I know" he replied as he swallowed the lump that had formed within his throat "I know". The both of them then proceeded to lay back down onto the bed, the two of them wrapped within each others arms.

The next day...

Chris sat around one of the small circular tables outside of grannies with a hot mug of dark, rich coffee occupying his hands. The lines around his eyes were dark from his lack of sleep. He sighed in content as the hot liquid made its way down his throat. Coffee, otherwise known as a surgeons best friend had pulled Chris through harder days then this. "Chris?" He heard his name being said but the voice did not belong to Emma or the boy. He looked up and to his surprise he saw the mayor hovering above him. "Madam mayor?" He said shocked as he immediately stood up, bumping the table in the process "please take a seat" he then gestured to the chair opposite him.

"I must say" she replied as she took the seat opposite him "I am surprised, I thought both you and Miss Swan had left Storybrooke"

He shifted within his chair "it was late and you know what they say about driving tired"

She nodded her head in response "a wise precaution"

He smiled a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes "Emma and I intend on staying for a few more hours"

"Oh?" The brunette replied with a curious raised eyebrow.

"Storybrooke is a quaint little town. It would be a shame to leave it without first exploring it"

"It would be a shame" replied the mayor as she suppressed showing her dislike of the idea.

There was a moment silence as Chris's gaze involuntarily strayed to the light, pink scaring that ran down the centre of the mayors chest. "Cracked chest?" He said louder then what he had intended.

"Excuse me?" Replied the mayor.

"I'm sorry" he said as he shook his head "I don't mean to be a peaking Tom but I noticed the scar on your chest. Normally a scar like that is formed by cracking of the chest"

She shifted uncomfortably on her chair "you would be correct in your assumption"

He analysed the scaring before responding "who ever preformed your surgery had excellent skill. The scaring is quite minimal"

She smiled "you are right the surgeon was very skilful. One of the best I have ever known"

"Oh? You have surgeon friends?"

"I do, though we don't keep in much contact these days" she lied, they don't get into contact at all these days. "You know surgeon friends, lawyer friends. People you graduate with"

"I do" he replied with a small smile. His gaze never leaving her eyes as his mind suddenly became lost in thought. 'You just need to believe and you will see' Henry's words repeated through his head. He cocked his head to the side as his mouth opened but no words seemed to come out.

"Well" said the mayor as she stood from her chair "it's has been a pleasure speaking to you, chris. But I regret I must leave, Duty calls"

"Of course" replied Chris as he to stood from his chair before putting his hand out in a formal gesture. She met her smaller hand with his before shaking it. 'You just need to believe and you will see'. "Madam mayor, one more thing before you go"

"Of course, how can I help you?"

"Do you believe in the impossible?"

"What a curious question?"she replied before smiling and taking her leave.