A/N: Okay, The Heart is a Lonely Hunter. This story came from a stupid idea me and my sister came up with and I just decided to try it out. It isn't meant to be serious so don't take it seriously. Also I corrected all the continuity problems since I recently watched the episode so this chapter is fixed and follows the show. Promise.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the epic characters (and David/Charming) in the television series Once Upon a Time, those belong to the creators, writers, and ABC. These characters were brought to life by the amazing actors that play them (and Josh Dallas; just kidding) :)

"Graham!" Emma shouted, but his body was still, his jerky motions stilled. "No, oh no. Come on Graham, wake up, wake up!" Emma was hysterical, she knew it, but for some reason she couldn't just stop, he could just...die right then and there. She wouldn't let him.

"Graham please, you got to wake up," she said, but it was no use. Pulling out her phone, Emma frantically speed dialed the hospital.

"Pick up, pick up, pick up..." Emma murmured, letting out a sigh of relief as she heard Dr. Whale's voice. "Okay I have a man down in the sheriff's office, he's not moving I need help now!" she shouted into the phone, not even listening to the response.

She let her phone fall from her hand as she put her hands on Graham's chest, pounding on it. "Graham, you cannot give up on me," she said, trying to get him to wake up. All the while his body stayed motionless. Emma took her hands away from him, tears threatening to spill from her eyes. In a second, Graham latched onto her arm, his eyes bursting open.

"Graham!" Emma shouted. Graham jerked his eyes towards Emma's. "I remember. Thank you," he repeated once more, his eyes rolling back into his head and he was still once more.

Emma stood outside the sheriff's office, answering Dr. Whale's questions. "We, um, we had just come back into the office. We were out and...I got hurt," she said. Whale listened patiently.

"And then he just crumpled. I tried to wake him up but it was just like someone turned off a light switch. No more Graham," she finished quietly. Whale gave a comforting smile, putting a hand on her shoulder.

"Well, sometimes these things tend to happen. Strange moments when a person's heart just stops. I am so sorry for your loss." Whale left Emma alone, a black body bag on a gurney rolled out of the office.

Emma turned her head, tears slowly spilling from her eyes.

She vaguely remembered Mary Margaret coming and taking her home, crawling into bed and shutting out the rest of the world. Morning came way too soon.

Emma had a pounding headache and a heavy heart. She walked out of her room towards the bathroom. Taking a hot shower, Emma began to calm down some.

Drying off and getting dressed, Emma opened the door to see Mary Margaret sitting at the table, a bagel in one hand and a book in the other. She looked up as Emma opened the door and gave a weak smile.

"Hey you," she said softly. Emma gave a grunt in acknowledgment and began to walk out of the door.

"Hey," Mary Margaret said behind her. Emma stopped, not turning around to face her.

"I'm sorry," she said quietly. After all, she was the one who had told Emma to let her walls down and let Graham in. Now look what happened.

"Me too," she said, and walked out.

Emma was sitting on the playground castle with Henry, both deep in thought.

"So what happened?" Henry asked tentatively. Emma gave a huge sigh. "We were in the sheriff's office, he was helping me put ice on my head," she said. "Then he just crumpled to the floor. I called 911 and tried to revive him, but he was gone. Except," Emma paused, those repeated words hovering in her mind.

"What is it?" Henry asked, more fervent this time.

"Before the paramedics came he...he grabbed me."

"He did?" Henry asked, his voice now more intense.

"Yeah, and he said...he said something. He said... 'I remember. Thank you." Henry tensed up when she said that. Emma realized too late what she had said and how he might have interpreted it.

"Henry that doesn't mean anything. I might have just imagined it," Emma tried to hurriedly convince him, but she knew it was no use. A gleam came to Henry's eyes, the prospect of Graham actually remembering part of the curse.

"Now tell me exactly what happened in the sheriff's office. Don't leave anything out." Emma gave a sigh, but decided to humor the kid. She began to going over last night for what seemed like the millionth time.

"We got into the sheriff's office and he helped me put some ice on my head," Emma began again.

"What happened right before he fell?" Henry asked pleadingly, trying to find even the smallest thing that could have a hidden meaning. Emma's face began to burn. She was not about to tell her son that she was kissing Graham right before he fell. There was just some things you don't share with your kids.

"We, uh," Emma said, floundering her words.

"Emma, I'm a big boy. What happened?" She gulped and looked down at him. He seemed so mature for someone his age. Taking a deep breath, Emma hung her head.

"We...um...kissed," she said cautiously, waiting to gauge a reaction from Henry. He didn't seem so perplexed or grossed out at what she had said, which was a good sign.

"You kissed him...he fell...he said he remembered...," Henry seemed to mutter to himself, trying to piece together something that wasn't there.

"Henry, just drop it okay? I don't think that's what happened and that doesn't prove that he believed in your curse. That might not have even happened, a figment of my imagination." Emma looked at the boy who was so focused she groaned. There was no reasoning with him.

"I know!" Henry shouted a few seconds later, shocking Emma so much she almost fell off the structure. "Henry," Emma scolded him for his outburst. He was too excited to notice though.

"I know how to break the curse," Henry said excitedly, hopping from the small little castle and looking up at her. "You kissed Graham and he remembered. Maybe by kissing someone, your magic helps break the curse. We've got it!" Henry looked so happy, a new hope found in his eyes that killed Emma.

He really needed a reality check and the fact that they could somehow lift this curse that was all up in his head hurt Emma more than she would care to admit.

"Henry, look at me," she said, hopping from the castle and bending down level to Henry. "There is no curse. Me kissing Graham isn't some way to break this curse. He is gone and now you're trying to figure out how to deal with it the only way you can but this has got to stop."

Henry jerked from her grip. "You might not believe in it, but it exists whether you believe it or not." He stormed away from Emma, leaving her alone with a much heavier heart than before.

The rest of the day was uneventful, Emma spent most of her time in the sheriff's office, trying hard not to think of the last time she was here, to put the thought from her mind.

It was no use though. If she wasn't thinking about what happened she was thinking about what Henry had said about her kissing someone to lift the curse. Pretty soon my kid is going to start pimping me out to every member of Storybrooke. Emma thought, shuddering at the thought. "Well hello there, Mr. Gold, would you like my mom to kiss you? It's for the best of the town, really." Groaning, Emma put her head down on the desk and closed her eyes, trying to shut everything out.

Walking home Emma still couldn't put Henry's words out of her head. What the hell was the kid thinking? She had magical kisses? True, he would probably throw in how true love's kiss is powerful so maybe a kiss from the savior has the same effects, but really?

The thought wouldn't leave her alone. She really hoped he had dropped the thought, but when she saw him later in Granny's no dice.

"Okay so if you had to kiss anyone in this town to prove my point, who would it be?" Henry asked as he sat onto the chairs next to Emma at the counter.

"Hey to you too, kid," Emma said, taking another sip of her coffee.

"Come on, humor me," Henry said, looking up at her imploringly.

"I'm not answering that one kid. Ever." Emma resumed to her coffee cup, Ruby placing a cup of milk and a plate of cookies in front of Henry. "Fresh from the oven, Henry," she said.

Emma noticed red rims around Ruby's eyes. Had she been crying? "Ruby?" Emma said questioningly. The waitress turned, giving a small smile.

"Sorry, is my mascara running?" she asked softly, making sure none of the customers heard her.

"Ruby, are you okay?" Emma asked, concern in her tone. Ruby gave a short laugh, tears starting to form in her eyes. "It's just...we've never had a death here in Storybrooke. Everyone's taking it pretty hard," she said, wiping at the eyes while trying not to smudge her makeup.

"Oh," Emma said softly, Ruby walking away to tend to another customer. Both her and Henry were quiet for a minute, both thinking about Graham.

"I think we should stop Operation Cobra for awhile," Henry said finally, munching on a cookie. Emma just gave a nod.

"Okay kid," she said.

A week later, however Henry was back on the kissing train.

"Leroy?"

"No?"

"David?"

"Isn't he supposed to be my father?"

"You don't have to kiss him on the mouth. Gold?"

"Suggest that again and I will do very bad things to that book, Henry."

It went back and forth like this for a few days. Finally, Emma had had enough.

"Henry, I am not kissing anyone in this town. Stop asking!" Emma shouted once when they were walking. Henry wasn't giving up so easily.

"I am going to keep this up Emma. It is important we break the curse and save everyone from the Evil Queen."

"And I'm supposed to just what exactly? Open up a kissing booth at the next fair you guys have?" Henry actually looked like he was giving it some thought.

"We have a Miner's Day festival coming up in a few months." Emma groaned again, putting her finger on the bridge of her nose.

"Henry, I am trying to run the sheriff's station by myself, deal with your heinous mother and keep you safe. I do not have time for this." This time it was her who stormed off, leaving Henry alone.

"Okay, okay, okay, I'll drop it," Henry said, rushing up to catch up with Emma. "Truce. Please?" Emma looked down at him, a tired smile on her face.

"Sure, kid. Truce." She took his hand in hers and shook.

"You sure you wouldn't kiss Gold?" Emma glared at him. "I'm kidding," he said with a smile. "Hey, would you mind walking with me to Archie's? We have a session in a little bit," Henry asked.

Emma weighed the idea in her head. She really shouldn't, Regina might see and think she was trying to steal more files from Archie. But Henry asked and after they just made up she didn't want to just leave. And besides, what else was doing right now?

"Sure, kid, I'll walk you." They got to the therapist's office and knocked.

The warm face easily recognized as Archie opened the door and a woman walked out, thanking Archie for his time. "Anytime, Miss. Johnson. I'm always open," he said, waving the young woman away.

He turned to Henry and Emma, a kind smile on his face. "Well, Henry, are you ready for our session?" Archie asked, opening the door wider.

"Yes, but can Emma stay too, please?" Henry asked innocently, Emma glared down at him. Archie seemed taken aback by this.

"Why-?" he began to ask, but Emma held up a hand.

"I'm not staying, just walking him to his session," she said quickly, suddenly having a great need to leave.

"Well that's quite alright. Henry come on in," Archie said, dismissing Henry's request.

"Is that a new sweater, Archie? You look really nice in it," Henry said, a smile on his face.

Confused, Archie just looked down at the sweater, unsure how to respond. "Well, no Henry, it's not, but thank you...I suppose."

"What are you doing tonight, Archie?" Henry immediately asked him, the poor man getting more flustered by the second.

"Well I'm..excuse me, Henry but what is this about? Is there something you want to tell me?" Archie bent down till he was level with Henry, an opening look in his eyes.

Emma glared at Henry, seeing what he was trying to do. "I want my mom to go on a date with you," Henry responded.

Archie blanched after he said it, then turned beet red.

"Well...um, your mother is very...uh nice I suppose, but I don't think Regina would...uh..." Archie stuttered, a look of complete shock and embarrassment on his face. Henry shook his head. "No, not her. Emma."

That made Archie unnerved him even more.

"Henry!" Emma shouted, wanting to smack the kid for embarrassing her and Archie.

"What?" Henry asked innocently. Archie just stood there, unsure of what was happening around him.

"Henry, is this about what you said earlier? I thought we were behind that," Emma said loudly. Henry just looked down.

"Okay, fine, you want me to test your theory. Fine!" And with that she grabbed Archie by the collar of his shirt and pressed her lips to his. After a moment or two she pulled away, looking at Henry, a huge grin plastered on his face.

Archie just stood there, his face a blank mask.

"Jiminy?" Henry asked hopefully. Snapping back into the present, Archie looked down at Henry, his face once again turning a bright red that clashed with his crop of red hair.

"Henry, for the millionth time, I am not Jiminy, I'm Archie. And we have...a session right now, so please," he said tiredly, gesturing to the door.

Henry hung his head, walking into the room.

"New strategy," he whispered to Emma as he walked into the room.

"Well, Emma, uh thank you for dropping Henry off. Um, have a pleasant night."

Emma gave a small smile as Archie shut the door. "What the hell did I just do?" Emma asked in the silence.

A/N: I really liked writing this and had a good laugh about it. Again, this oneshot wasn't meant to be serious, it's just something my sister and I came up with and I couldn't resist writing about it. I also sped typed it so if I have some grammar mistakes, my bad. R.I.P Graham, we loved seeing you in the finale. :)