A/N: Thanks so much to those of you who have read, reviewed and/or added this story to your alerts and favourites! It really means so much. I enjoy reading what you think and talking to you. And I'm super-glad that you've taken the time to tell me what you think. I hope you'll all enjoy this chapter. It corresponds with the first chapter so let me know what you think!

Huntsman

"Slow down a bit, Henry," Emma scolded lightly. "Or there'll be no pancakes left for Mary Margaret and David."

"Snow White and James," Henry reminded her.

"Whatever," Emma muttered, but she realised she had to make more of an effort to address people properly. It seemed to just come naturally to Henry, calling everyone their fairytale names, and every time he got to say one of them, he couldn't seem to help the wide smile that spread across his cheeks.

"When will they be back?"

"I don't know, Henry, they didn't say where they were going; just that they were going for a walk."

"I bet they went to the beach. It's where I'd go," Henry mused. "Or maybe they went to the troll bridge."

Emma raised her eyebrows, but said nothing as she pushed her stood away from the breakfast table and went to the fridge to refill her glass of juice. She was sure that Snow and James would end up having to tell Henry anyway. After not seeing their daughter grow up, they were determined to not miss a moment of Henry's childhood. They frequently came back to the small apartment the four of them shared with a bag containing 'just a little present' for Henry.

A few light raps on the front door were enough to startle both mother and son. Emma frowned, turning to look at Henry. He shrugged in response clearly thinking the exact same thing as her.

"Snow and James took their key…"

"So who's at the door?" Henry said, finishing Emma's train of thought.

"Henry, stay here."

"But-"

"-No buts," Emma interrupted firmly, her eyes not leaving his as she backed out of the room to the hall.

In the back of her mind she questioned whether it could be Regina. With bated breath, she turned the key in the lock, pulled on the door handle and opened it, not quite believing her eyes as she saw who was on the other side. Immediately, she shut the door again and turned to lean against it. She closed her eyes and counted to ten, breathing deeply.

You're dreaming. You're going to wake up and this will all have been a dream. There's no way it can be real. You're just imagining it.

Just before she reached ten, the person stood on the doorstep announced, "I'm still here you know."

With renewed grit, Emma restarted her count to ten.

"He's not going anywhere," Henry suddenly said, making Emma jump as with her eyes closed she hadn't seen him enter the hall and she hadn't heard his small footsteps.

"God, Henry, don't do that!"

"Sorry," he mumbled. "Maybe you should just open the door though."

Reluctantly, Emma pushed herself away from the shut door and slowly opened it again. As soon as the gap was wide enough, she slid through before pulling the door shut behind her.

"Graham," she greeted curtly. "What's going on?"

"What do you mean?" he asked with a shrug.

"Forgive me for being obvious, but the last time I saw you, you were being lowered into the ground…"

"Right," Graham nodded. "The whole 'dead' thing." An awkward silence settled for a few moments before he spoke again. "So did you go to my, erm, funeral?"

"Yeah, I did."

"What was it like?" Graham asked, sounding curious.

"It was…good, I guess," Emma answered, struggling for words as she thought about the funeral. "The whole town turned up to say goodbye." She remembered standing around the coffin with the rest of the town, Mary Margaret at her side, both of them trying – and failing – to hold back tears. Henry had looked at her in sympathy from the other side of the hole in the ground where he stood with Regina, both of them dressed smartly in black suits.

Graham nodded, not sure how to respond. It was odd enough to think about those moments leading up to his death, let alone what happened afterwards.

"So what are you doing here?" she asked, searching for something to say. There was no protocol for talking with dead people. Her encounter with Graham was fast approaching exceeding how awkward her reunion with her parents had been.

"Oh, I, er, just came to tell you congratulations on breaking the curse," he replied, inventing an excuse. Truthfully, he'd felt an elusive pull to go and see her ever since he'd found himself alive again in Storybrooke.

"Well thanks, Graham," Emma said. She still wasn't used to everyone's gratitude. She didn't feel like she deserved it. It was Henry who was the real saviour.

"That's not my real name, you know." He tried not to laugh.

"What shall I call you then?" It had been a week and a half since she'd broken the curse, but Emma still hadn't managed to find time to read Henry's storybook. She felt guilty for not remembering Graham's fairytale counterpart, but she'd focused on the people she had daily interactions with: her parents, Red, Ella and Thomas, Pinocchio and Gepetto and the dwarves.

"Well, everyone used to just call me Huntsman," he told her.

"Huntsman?" Emma asked with raised eyebrows. "But that's not a proper name."

"Yeah, I wasn't exactly raised by humans. I grew up with wolves. I don't have a name you could pronounce…" he mumbled, examining her face for a reaction. He was sure there would be some sign of revulsion, but she didn't seem at all bothered by his admission.

"Well I'm not going to call you, Huntsman, it sounds ridiculous."

"Graham, it is then," he replied, deciding that if it was Emma calling him Graham he didn't mind at all.

"Can I come out now?" Henry called from indoors. "I want to talk to Graham too!"

Rolling her eyes at Graham, Emma opened the door, revealing Henry standing just on the other side with crossed arms, doing his best to appear angry. The instant he saw Graham though, he dropped the act and smiled up at him. Emma struggled to cover a laugh and brought Henry in front of her, her arms hanging loosely over his shoulders to embrace him.

"Emma, what are you doing?" Snow called, sounding surprised to see the little group outside. Graham turned to see her walking through the garden, followed swiftly by James, giving Snow a shock. "Huntsman, it's so good to see you!"

"Snow White," Graham grinned. "You look well."

"I am," she replied. "But look at you! You look amazing for a dead man."

"Well-"

And whatever Graham was going to say was cut off by Henry. "What's in the bag, Grandpa?"

"You'll find out later, Henry," James promised, stopping beside Snow and sharing a conspiratorial grin with her.

"Oh, God, please tell me you haven't bought my son a sword," Emma said, remembering James asking her how she felt about weapons the previous evening.

"No," her father told her unconvincingly.

"You did, didn't you?"

"Cool!" Henry exclaimed.

"No, Henry, not cool. You're ten-"

"-Well, I think I'd best be on my way," Graham muttered.

"No, why don't you come in for something to eat and drink?" Snow asked.

"No, that's okay. I can see you're busy," he replied, watching Emma arguing with Henry. He didn't want to interrupt the family and quietly left for the Sheriff Station. With nothing to do, he might as well get his job back.

A/N: Good? Bad? Somewhere in the middle? I appreciate everyone's opinions so leave a review if you've got time just to let me know what you thought.

A timeline for reference so you can hopefully avoid confusion:

Reunion (Chapter 2) – Same day as the breaking of the curse

Parents together (Chapter 6) – 1 day later

August Chapter (Chapter 8) – 2 days later

The Big Bad Wolf (Chapter 4) – 2 days later

Jack and the Beanstalk Chapter (Chapter 7) – 1 week later

Hiking Chapter (Chapter 9) – 1 and ½ weeks late

Huntsman (Chapter 3) – 2 weeks later

Storming (Chapter 1) – 1 month later

Whole town Chapter (Chapter 11) – 1 month later

Dreaming (Chapter 5) – 5 weeks later

Grumpy Chapter (Chapter 10) – 5 weeks later

Thanks for reading! Much love, SabreDae

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