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Mary Margaret opened her eyes, and instantly squeezed them shut against the blinding light. The pounding headache was now starting to register, and she groaned. Next, the nausea hit. She sniffed; the scent of hot chocolate and cinnamon wafted in from the kitchen. Slowly, she rolled off the bed, and found her way to the kitchen, her eyes squinted so much they almost closed. In front of her, Emma stood with the hot chocolate, some aspirin, and a pair of sunglasses.
"Thanks." Mary Margaret mumbled.
"I really hope you perk up by the time you leave here." Emma commented.
"Let's see if can even leave." She replied.
"You have to go to school. Don't let Regina get the satisfaction of hurting you so bad you get drunk, and end up with a nasty hangover."
"I'm really not up for a pep-talk. And thanks for reminding me about David." Mary Margaret felt so sick, she literally couldn't cry, otherwise she would've.
"Oops." Emma said. "Sorry, I didn't think. I'm not used to um…" She didn't want to insult the brunette, so she let the sentence hang.
"Worrying about hurting somebody's feelings?" Mary Margaret finished.
"Yeah." Emma smiled an apology.
"Don't worry about it. You know, for some reason, I feel like I wasn't always this weak." She said.
"You're not weak. You went against what Regina said, Mary. That takes strength." Emma said.
"Thanks." She smiled. "Crap! I have to go, I overslept!" The alarmed brunette bolted up from the table, and ran to her room to get changed. Emma chuckled to herself at her friend's antics. 5 minutes later, Mary Margaret came out of her room, looking perfect.
"How do you get ready that fast?" Emma asked, looking at her incredulously.
"My hair doesn't really take that much work, and I don't wear that much makeup, and I plan my outfit the night before. You should try it sometime." With that, she booked it out the door.
"Well", Emma said to herself, "I guess I'll go give a few people a piece of my mind."
Dressed in jeans, white tank top, red leather jacket, and clad in boots, Emma strutted up to David Nolan, who sat in one of the booths at Granny's Diner. She didn't bother asking if she could sit.
"Hi, Emma." David smiled, but frowned when he saw her glare. "Look, I'm sure you're mad about what I did to Mary Margaret- but honestly, I was doing the right thing. I started remembering, and I remember that I loved Kathryn. We weren't on the best of terms, and we were trying to work it out. I owe it to her to try." He said.
"Seriously pissed would be an understatement." Emma spat. She let David squirm under her glare for a few more moments, then continued. "Do you have any idea what you did to her? She's nursing one of the worst hangovers I've ever seen, and believe me, I've seen plenty of miserable drunks. So you know what? Stay away from her. Cause if you don't, I'm going to hurt you." With that, Emma stalked away, letting her words sink in. David gulped, and made a mental note to buy a cup. He wasn't sure if Emma was a puncher or a kicker, but figured with his luck, it'd be both.
Once school was out for the day, Mary Margaret went to the station to talk to Graham, knowing Emma was out on her shift.
"Sheriff, do you have a minute?" She asked.
"Of course." Graham smiled.
"I'm not even sure if this is good idea, because we all know how Emma is, but I just think you should know that you really hurt her last night. She trusted you, and you let her down. She doesn't trust just anyone, Sheriff. You should've been thankful. Deep down, you're a nice, caring guy, but you royally screwed up. Apologize to her. It's the least you can do."
"I never meant for her to get hurt." Graham said. "We all know what happens when Regina doesn't get her way. I didn't want to get her wrath. She is capable of destroying people, ok? I had no choice, if I didn't, she'd do something bad to me." He explained.
"Then grow a pair." Emma stomped in, and threw her bag down at her desk.
"Hi!" Mary Margaret attempted cheer.
"Go home, I'll be there soon." Emma said.
"Ok." the brunette left with giving Graham a nod goodbye.
"How much of that did you hear?" Graham asked. Emma mentally cursed herself. Stop focusing on his adorable accent.
"Only the Regina part." She answered.
"Emma, I really am sorry. You weren't supposed to know."
"You lied to me!" And damn it, I'm supposed to be able to tell.
"Half lied. I really do work at the shelter." He justified.
"That's still a lie." Emma said.
"How can I make it up to you?" He asked, taking a step closer.
"Stand up to her." She said.
"It's not that simple." Graham said, dropping his gaze.
"Yeah, it really is." Emma replied, and started to gather her things.
"Maybe for you! You're Emma Swan, the tough-as-nails badass! Why the hell do you think I hired you?"
"As an act of defiance against Regina." She answered simply. She might've been mad at him, disgusted even, but if empowering him helped take Regina down, she was all for it.
When Emma walked through her roommate's door, she was greeted with the comforting scent of hot chocolate and cinnamon.
"Here." Mary Margaret smiled, handing her a cup, reciprocating the morning's events.
"Thanks." Emma smiled back.
"Are you mad?" She asked.
"Why would I be mad?" Emma was confused.
"I talked to Graham…"
"It's ok. Normally I'd be mad, but it's too hard to be mad at you. You only try to do the right thing." She replied.
"Ok, good." Relief flooded Mary Margaret's face.
"You should know that I, uh, may or may not have talked to David." Emma scratched her head.
"Talked or threatened?" To Emma's surprise, Mary Margaret smiled.
"Uh, both." Emma said.
"Thank you. It wasn't so threatening that you'll get arrested again, right?"
"Graham doesn't have the guts to arrest me after what he did. And Regina will need to be careful, too." For the first time that day, Emma actually felt relatively positive.
"Well, cheers to a successful day." Mary Margaret held up her mug. Emma copied her. The only sounds in the apartment were clanks and laughter.