A/N: Hey guys! So here's more of James' reaction to Graham staying the night in Emma's room, as requested by CAS and juls124. I've thrown in the end of chapter 5, so that it links in a bit more. I hope you like it. As always, I'd love to know what you think!

"Oh, er, morning," Emma yawned as she bumped into her father outside the bathroom.

"Emma! Do you know where my jacket is?!" Graham shouted from her bedroom, temporarily forgetting about the apartment's other inhabitants. Whilst Snow White had let him in the previous night and shown him up to Emma's room, James had been out until late, consulting with the other townspeople over what to do about the Evil Queen and hadn't known Graham had stayed over.

James eyes went wide and he turned, his every move seeming to be filled with anger.

"No! Wait!" Emma called, trying to stop him. "Damn."

As James burst into the room, Emma internally winced and cringed. She didn't need to see past her father's tall, muscular frame to know that Graham was frozen, probably in the middle of pulling his shoes on and staring at James breathing loudly through his nose.

"Out, now," James ordered, continuing to stand in the doorway and block Emma's access to her own bedroom.

"I can't believe this. Trespassing in our home," he ranted whilst waiting for Graham to finish dressing and leave.

"It's not trespassing if he was invited in," Emma pointed out.

"Not now, Emma," James muttered, never taking his watchful eyes off Graham. "What did you do? Climb in through the window?"

"No, I-I used the door-" Graham began before being cut off by James.

"-Broke the lock, then, hm?" James asked angrily. "Isn't that taking liberties with your position in the Sheriff's station?"

"No, your Majesty," Graham replied. "Your wife-"

"-Will you hurry up and finish dressing? I want you out of my house," James told Graham, crossing his arms.

"I would if I could find my jacket!" Graham exclaimed, finally beginning to lose his patience.

Emma sighed and squeezed past her father, noting how he turned as though to stop her entering. Doing her best to ignore her father keeping a close eye on her, she helped Graham search her room for his jacket, picking up her own clothes that she must have carelessly tossed about the previous night off the floor. If the situation were less serious she would have been more embarrassed, though as it was, her cheeks still burned. She just thanked her lucky stars that Henry was with Regina for the weekend.

Finally, after getting onto her knees to reach under bed to retrieve one of her boots, Emma found Graham's missing leather jacket and flung it at him.

Before she could react, James had grabbed her and shooed her out of the room.

"Why don't you go and help your mother make breakfast?" James suggested, though it was clear from his voice that it wasn't really a suggestion, it was an instruction.

Emma huffed, but made her way down the stairs, picking up her old grey hoody from the top of the bannister and pulling it on. As she entered the kitchen, Snow looked up from her newspaper and mug of cocoa in surprise.

"I didn't expect to see you up so early," she murmured, smiling at her daughter before frowning in concern when Emma didn't return to gesture and slumped into the chair opposite, resting her head on the arms she folded on the table. "Okay, Emma? You're not still drunk are you?"

Emma shook her head and began to wonder for the second time, exactly how much she had had to drink. She still didn't even remember coming home. If Graham ever suggested drinks again, she thought she might have to hit him. Even if she had escaped a hangover, she hadn't been so drunk she couldn't remember things for years.

"Then what is?" Snow asked, playing absent-mindedly with one of Emma's blonde curls.

Emma hesitated, unsure how her mother would react to her moaning about her father's behaviour. Before she had a chance to speak, James appeared at the bottom of the stairs and walked to the front door without a word.

Snow frowned again and was about to call out to him that there was a mug of coffee waiting for him when Graham came rushing down the stairs.

"Bye, Emma," he hissed, looking back over his shoulder at her on his way to the front door. His head snapped round as he ran straight into James, the former King standing determinedly with his legs apart and his arms crossed again, glaring at his daughter's boyfriend of sorts.

"Not so fast," James said through gritted teeth, clamping a hand on Graham's shoulder and steering him towards the table where Emma and Snow were sat.

"James?" Snow asked.

"I found him in Emma's room," he explained, pushing Graham into a seat. Emma expected her father to sit down, but instead he stood at the end of the table, where he towered over Graham.

"Dad," she complained, but he stopped her argument about being a fully grown woman able to make her own decisions about guys with a simple look.

Emma shot her colleague an apologetic glance, to which he replied with a shrug and a grin, mouthing that it was fine.

"And?" Snow asked, shocking Emma and James, the both of them staring at her.

"He sneaked into our house, Snow, and-"

Snow sighed as James spoke and the interrupted him. "-I let him in, James," she said quietly.

"-Disgusting behaviour," James carried on raving, before pausing as he realised what his wife had said. "You…what?"

"I let him in," Snow repeated.

"Why?" James exploded, doing his best to reign in his temper and not get angry with his wife.

Snow stood and took James' hand to pull him outside, where Emma and Graham wouldn't overhear their conversation. Although it concerned them, it was something that she and James had to discuss alone.

Graham looked quizzically at Emma, silently asking for an explanation that she couldn't give. Emma shrugged in response and left the table to peer out the window at her parents. She couldn't hear what they were saying, but James obviously didn't agree with what Snow was saying. Watching them, Emma began to feel guilty for being the cause of her parent's argument.

Outside, Snow regarded her husband unhappily. He was still standing with his arms folded and there was at least a foot's distance between them.

"Emma came back alone drunk, so drunk she could barely stand," Snow added, speaking frankly and earnestly. "Graham was nowhere to be seen, I just assumed he and Emma had gone their separate ways at the bar. After all, Emma's so independent she'd hardly let him walk her home."

James nodded for her to continue, though he still looked angry.

Snow continued to retell the previous night's events of how she had been getting Emma a glass of water when Graham had arrived, knocking at the door, wanting to check Emma had made it home okay. Looking at his facial expression, Snow was reminded of how James had looked at her when they had first met. Making a split decision, she had handed him the glass of water and directed him to Emma's room.

"I still don't understand why you thought it was okay to send him into our daughter's bedroom," James muttered.

"James," Snow said, taking his hand in both of hers and staring at him until he finally made eye contact with her, his expression softening. "We're not in the Enchanted Forest anymore. Things are different here, it's just the way it works. And it can't be one rule for us and another for Emma."

"What do you mean?"

Snow couldn't help smirking slightly. "Do you honestly believe you and I would have done any different had things happened differently before the curse broke?"

James couldn't argue. He knew from David's memories how close he and Mary Margaret had come. "That still doesn't make it right. Graham remembers our ways. He should have come to me-"

"-Charming, can't you give them a break?" Snow asked gently. "They're in love."

"No, they aren't. Emma would have said something," James replied, sure that Emma would have mentioned having feelings for Graham to Snow, who would have in turn told him. They didn't have secrets in their family.

"They are," Snow insisted. "It's a love as true as ours, James, they just haven't realised it yet. Emma deserves to be happy. You weren't there when Graham died. You didn't see her, Charming. She was cut up, numb. She barely ate, I hardly ever saw her. Can you blame me for letting them be together when I can see how happy Emma is now. Whenever Graham's around, she's always smiling."

James finally unfolded his arms and looked down at his feet for a few moments in shame.

"No, I can't blame you. You're right, Snow, just like always," he murmured ruefully, before stepping forwards and closing the distance between them and wrapping his arms around her. Snow buried her face in Charming's plaid shirt, before leaning up to kiss him.

When Charming and Snow entered the apartment again, Emma held her breath. Nervously, she risked a glance at them and was relieved to find that James and Snow were holding hands, the two of them looking happy enough.

Snow looked at James expectantly.

"I'm sorry," he said gruffly, as if it took great effort to get out those two, simple words. Snow dug her elbow lightly into his side and tutted. "Really sorry, Graham, Emma," he amended in response.

Emma shot Snow a grateful look. She didn't know what she'd said or how she'd done it but she would never stop being thankful for it. That didn't stop her being surprised when Graham stood up and walked directly over to James, held out his hand and spoke more formally than she'd ever heard someone speak.

"I realise I should have come to you long ago to ask your permission in courting your daughter."

Emma blinked. Courting? Who had said she and Graham were courting? It took her a moment to realise that she didn't really mind.

James shook his head. "I overreacted."

Emma stood, finally going to get dressed. As she passed her parents, James grabbed her and pulled her into a hug.

"Sorry," he said again, whispering the word into her ear.

"It's okay," she replied just as quietly, surprised to find she wasn't even uncomfortable in his arms. "I love you, Dad."

James kissed the top of her head and released her, turning to Snow with the biggest, uncontrollable grin.

A timeline so you can all hopefully avoid confusion (apologies for not putting it on the previous chapter):

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

Witch Hunt (Chapter 12) – Same Day as the breaking of the curse

Parents together (Chapter 6) – 1 day later

Wooden Man (Chapter 8) – 2 days later

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

A Bug's Life (Chapter 13) – 4 days later

Fathers (Chapter 14) – 6 days later

Bluebeard (Chapter 16) – 6 days later

Up Goes the Beanstalk (Chapter 7) – 1 week later

Hiking trip (Chapter 9) – 1 and ½ weeks later

Huntsman (Chapter 3) – 2 weeks later

Making Mischief (Chapter 15) – 3 weeks later

Second Bluebeard chapter (Chapter 19) – 3 weeks later

Duel (Chapter 17) – 3 and ½ weeks later

Storming (Chapter 1) – 1 month later

Dance with Somebody (Chapter 11) – 1 month later

Dreaming (Chapter 5) – 5 weeks later

True Love (Chapter 18) – 5 weeks later

A Fairy Mystery (Chapter 10) – 5 weeks later

Last chapter (Chapter 20) – 6 weeks later

A/N: So I hope you guys liked it. Let me know what you thought! Just two chapters left to go, by the way. Quick thanks to everyone who has reviewed so far. It really means a lot.

Thanks for reading! Much love, SabreDae!

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