Author's note: So I decided that for every chapter I finish writing, I'll post another one. Just finished writing ch 5 so here's a new chapter. And holy crap that last Once episode was amazing! A really sad ending tho...

Disclaimer: Guess who has two thumbs and still doesn't own anything. Yep, this girl.

Chapter 3

Emma's senses immediately heightened. Although she was still very drunk, her instincts took over. Using all the training she'd gotten through years of living with creepy foster families, she grabbed the arm of her assailant and flipped them upside down to the ground. With one hand, she flipped on the light and reached into her belt for her gun, quickly switching off the safety and aiming it at the intruder.

"You have thirty seconds to explain before I arrest you for trespassing." Emma snapped, instantly going into sheriff mode. Her vision spun violently and her hands shook, but she managed to remain in control.

"Emma?"

No. It couldn't be. That voice immediately brought back memories, memories of Granny's, darts, hearts, wolves, and most recently, heartbreak.

Shakily, she sank against the wall. No. It was just her mind playing tricks on her. Alcohol had the tendency to do that. Even after many years, she was still a lightweight, especially when it came to scotch.

"Y-you're supposed to be dead." Emma stammered, hating the way her voice wavered. She kept her gun aimed at his heart.

He stood up slowly, raising his arms above his head in surrender. He didn't say anything, but gave her one of his annoyingly hot looks. God, how she'd missed him.

Was this another one of Regina's tricks designed to screw with her? On her way home, she'd overheard that the purple cloud was magic, and she knew that Regina was very mad about her breaking the curse and Henry choosing her.

"You're supposed to be dead." She repeated, fighting to keep her voice steady. She took slow, even steps toward him. "Explain. Now."

"I-I don't know." Graham stammered. "All I know is that several hours ago, I woke up here." He looked so confused that Emma lowered her gun.

Sensing that her walls were down, Graham stepped closer to her. His hand reached out and touched her cheek, similar to what Snow had done hours ago. Without meaning to, Emma found herself leaning into his touch. She'd really missed him.

Slowly, he pressed his lips against hers. His lips were warm and soft, and his woodsy scent made her feel more relaxed than she'd been in ages. She began to forget all about the day's events, lost in the passion of their kiss.

Soon, her jacket found its way onto the floor, as well as Graham's shirt. His hands were on her hips, working their way down towards her zipper while trying to ease them down onto the floor simultaneously.

Suddenly, Emma pulled away, startled. What was she doing? For all she knew, she was kissing a dead guy who was most likely part of one of Regina's grand plans to bring her down. She shoved him away with both hands, appalled at her loss of control.

Graham looked up at her. The confusion and hurt were apparent on his face. "What's wrong?"

"What's wrong is that I'm kissing someone who's supposed to be dead!" She exploded. "Is this one of Regina's traps? Cause God knows there's been enough of those!"

"I already told you. I don't know…"Graham began to explain patiently, but he was cut off.

"I'm so sick of you people!" She continued, starting to pace angrily around the small space. "First I find out that my parents abandoned me because of an evil curse," Emma laughed drunkenly. "And now apparently there's magic and dead guy comes back. I must have had wayyy too many drinks." She slurred.

Emma stumbled sideways, and felt a rush of vomit coming up as the world began to spin. The last thing she saw before blacking out was Graham leaping forward to catch her as she hit the ground, hard.