A/N:So sorry for the delay. There´s an explanation and further information at the end of the chapter. Just want to thanks my wonderful beta EvelynRose for all the work she did. Disclaimer is in the prologue. And the song in this chapter is You make it real by James Morrison.

Chapter One: Full of hurricanes and uncertainty.

And I'm running to you baby
you are the only one who save me
that's why I've been missing you lately
'Cause you make it real for meEverybody's talking in words
I don't understand
you got to be the only one
who knows just who I am
and you shine in the distance
I hope I can make it through
'cause the only place
that I want to be
is right back home with you

Emma Swan was never a crier. She didn´t cry when she was seven and the older kids stolen her lunch money. She didn´t cry when Tom Forester called her a bitch and punched her on the face. She didn´t cry on the mother´s day parties at any of her elementary schools. She didn´t cry when she was thirteen and found Logan Jacobs making out with Lana Deveraux behind a tree in the park. She didn´t cry when she was twenty and her landlord kicked her out of her apartment effectively leaving her homeless .She didn´t cry when she realized that West Rickson wouldn´t leave his wife. She didn´t cry when she first was held at gun point. She didn´t cry when she was twenty-five and Paul Ritches choose Hannah Sullivan.

Before Storybrooke, Emma had cried a total of two times since she was three years old and was given back to the system. The first time was when she was eighteen and had to give up her baby for adoption after having him for only a day. The second time was when she was twenty-two and found out that her solid lead to her parents was not so solid after all. Not only were the Whites not her parents, they had already found their daughter. The girl named Allison who was only a few years younger than her, but it was the sight of Jared, her four year old little boy clad in spider-man pajamas with big green eyes, and how all the four of them were a happy family that broke her down.

In Emma´s opinion whoever said that crying was good for the soul was completely insane. Crying didn´t make the pain go away and it didn´t make her feel better after. Quite often after crying Emma normally found herself with the mother of all headaches.

So the dull pain in her head was not a surprise to Emma, but other things certainly were. Her neck wasn´t stiffen and she didn´t feel any aches that come with you falling sleep at a desk. The most importance difference though was the absence of the comfortable smell. Emma remembers that she cried herself till sleep while she was wearing Graham´s jacket so his smell (She had never understand why he always smelled like pine and musk) was supposed to be around her. That realization, more than anything was what made her open her eyes and jump of the bed.

The jumping did no wonders to her headache or her confusion. It wasn´t like she didn´t recognize the room, it was the room in the Inn that she had stayed when she first come into town. The other strange thing was that she was just in a white sleeveless blouse and in her underwear.

Hoping that this was not another kidnapping situation since her current attire creep her out a little she try to retrace her steps. Reading Henry´s book in the closed station at night. The Huntsman´s story. Graham´s jacket. Cleaning to clear her mind. Graham´s letter. Crying. And then she couldn´t remember anything anymore. The knocking started when she was still trying to recollect so it was a brow furrowed, holding her head with her hand and extremely confused Emma that answered the door.

Outside the door was the least person she thought she would see in that situation: The Evil Queen. And not only that but she was carrying a basket full of apples. Déjà vu much? Regina was talking but Emma´s mind was kind of disconnected thanks to the realization that she already heard that same speech before and for the fact that the woman she entertained plans of murder/torture last night is in front of her smiling.

"…And to this day I have yet to taste anything more delicious then the fruit it offers."

Hell no! After that turnover Emma is pretty sure she will never be able to eat apples in any shape or form again specially ones given to her by her mother´s evil stepmother .Even if this is just a hallucination/dream.

"Thanks but no, after someone try to poison me with an apple turnover I developed a healthy hate for that fruit."

Regina´s eyebrow rose slowly but she gives no other indication of the subtle indirect the blonde thrower at her. If the bails bond is correct in her asses the mayor seems more intrigued by that then anything.

"Very well. I can guarantee you, Miss Swan, that I didn´t poisoned these apples but if you don´t want them it´s all right. I just thought you would have liked to enjoy them on your drive home."

The small sarcastic smile on the blonde appeared with the affirmation that she didn´t poisoned the basket of apples and was still there by the end of the Queen´s speech.

"I think, Madam Mayor that it would be obvious by now that I have no intention of going back."

For as much as Emma didn´t knew what the hell was happening(a dream, a hallucination provoked by crying her heart out or a coma induced by some psycho) and as much as she wanted to at the very least punch that woman on the face she couldn´t. Well, not until she has an idea of what´s going on anyway. For now she will say the lines, with just little insignificant modifications, those she remembers saying before, keeping up with the original script, so to speak.

Regina´s eyes narrowed just a little. "I don´t really see why. It´s what is best after all."

Emma pursed her lips. "What is best for whom? You? Because I´m sure it´s not what is best for Henry.

Emma´s damn sure it´s not what is best not only for Henry but for everyone as well. Everyone except Regina, of course. It´s in the Mayor´s best interest to have Emma out of her cursed town.

"Miss Swan, I admit that Henry is passing thought some difficulties but it´s a phase and it´s already been take care of"

"What does that even means?"

"It means I have him in therapy .It spiraled out of control." Regina´s voice had that hint of smugness the blonde had caught it the first time and also something that at the time she couldn't detect but that now, after having to deal with the mayor many times before, she could name it. Deception. "Take my advice, Miss Swan, only one of us knows what´s best for him"

"Oh! I would never disagree with that"

"It´s time for you to go" That threat didn´t worked out before and it certainly wouldn´t worked now that Emma knows the truth.

"Or what?"

"Don´t underestimate me, Miss Swan." That hint of smugness was back. It seems that 28 years had managed to make the Evil Queen forget about all the losses she suffered and give her an unrealistic sense of invincibility. An unrealistic sense of invincibility that had already been fatal once. "You have no idea what I´m capable of."

"On the contraire, Madam Mayor" In her mind, Emma was remembering all of her plans of murder and/or torture that she devise and perfected in 3 days. "It´s you who has no idea what I´m capable of."

/-\

One thing that made Emma Swan such a good bails bond person was her ability to stay calm in dreary situations. If you asked her she would say that recently that ability of hers was sorely tested in the form of having her kid in a coma thanks to an apple turnover, finding out that her parents were Snow White and Prince Charming, seeing a man turn to wood in front of her eyes, talking about a quest to find magic with Rumpelstiltskin and the Evil Queen, and let´s not forget the whole fighting a dragon with a sword thing. She just never thought that to that extremely weird list she would add time travel.

After Regina left she searched for her phone only to found out that according to it the date was the 26 of October of 2011. And that was when her head started to hurt again. The stop to buy some Advil didn´t helped because not only the weather what someone would expect from autumn and not spring but Mr. Clark was Mr. Clark again (Until yesterday, Emma thought it was weird that he started to talk to her like an uncle would but today she realized that it was weirder that he treated her like some stranger).

While walking through town she realized that from all her three theories, time travel was her best bet. Everything seems too realistic and detailed to be a dream but that didn´t rule that explanation out yet. Theoretically, people in coma have really realistic and detailed dream so for all she knows that could be the case. That this is all a hallucination appears to be the less "logical" theory because why the hell she would hallucinate about her second day in Storybrooke? Which leads to the conclusion that she somehow traveled to the past?

Sometimes the simple explanation it´s the right one after all. And yes that may sound improbable but that purple smoke that Mr. Gold brought to town manage to bring magic back to Storybrooke, so anything was possible now in Emma´s view. That and it was more comforting to think that she was doing a McFly than to believe she finally went crazy and start to hallucinate, or was in a coma.

There was also the fact that while walking she spotted a little school girl in pig tails. What brought new meaning to the word weird was that Emma somehow knew that a red haired boy would appear running and would pull one of the pig tails and run away laughing. She was sure she didn´t knew these kids but she had already seen that scene unfold once.

The growl on her stomach makes her decide to go to Granny´s to eat some breakfast and the copy of the newspaper that she bought on her way seems to confirm her time travel theory (That it was still a theory. She could be wrong so no use freaking out about that. Yet.).

When she´s about to open the door to the dinner she see something through the glass door that makes her freeze on the spot. Her eyes immediately go back to her newspaper and while a part of her mind is busying noticing that Sidney decided to post the most awful of her mugshots on the article another part is repeating the same phrase over and over again in a more hysterical tone as time passes (Graham is here. Graham is here. Graham is here. Graham is here.).And then she does the one thing she had always been good at. She runs.

Emma doesn't really go that far, she ran till she found a tree where she braced herself against it and try to stop her heart from jumping out of her rib cage and the stringing of tears. She just saw Graham sitting on a table in Granny´s drinking coffee like he hadn´t died in her arms after Regina crushed his heart.

Because Emma, she thinks to herself, if you somehow traveled to the past it didn´t happen yet. And it´s true, if she´s really found herself back in the past, none of it happened. Graham never died. But that also means that they aren´t even friends (yet) and that he´s still a slave to the Queen because Regina still has his heart locked up in a box.

It´s the first time since theorizing that she time traveled that Emma figures the full implications of the phenomenon. She could save Graham. She could break the curse without Henry having to die. She could stop Regina from even trying to frame Mary Margaret. Hell, she could make sure that the whole David/Mary/Kathryn mess never even happens.

And you could also break the space time continuum or whatever. She thinks to herself, with her luck it´s something very probable. She´s not sure if her theory is right though, and even if it isn´t that still doesn´t change the fact that the man she loves is alive right now (She try not to think that even if there´s the possibility that the space time continuum is broken, she would still try to save him. She knows that she couldn´t stop herself from trying even if she should.).

So Emma takes deep breaths and steel herself to go back to the dinner while furiously trying to remember what happened this day (something other than her talks with the sheriff. That she remembers far too well) and end ups so focused on the task at hand that is surprised when Ruby puts a mug of hot cocoa with cinnamon in front of Emma.

"Here you go"

Different from her confrontation with Regina the blonde knows her lines to that scene very well.

"Thank you. But I didn´t order that"

"Yeah, I know." Ruby´s grin was positively wolfish. Emma wonders if the waitress was trying to set her up and had a brief moment of panic with the thought that people could see she had feelings for Graham that far back. "You have an admirer."

The turning back to look at Graham was reflexive. He was staring fixedly at his cup of coffee and she wondered momentary on what he was thinking before turning to give Ruby what she hopes is a passable smile and start walking in his direction.

"Ah, so you decided to stay."

Till now Emma didn´t realized how much she had missed his voice. No one in Storybrooke had that accent. She had to make a conscious effort to not let her mind wander to dangerous thoughts (Thank you) or she would probably throw herself in his arms while crying uncontrollable.

"Observant. Important for a cop." His brows frowned a little and she worries. Emma´s sure that was what she said the first time and that frowning his browns was not his reaction. Graham end up being surprisingly good at reading her but he couldn´t already had that ability this early on, right?

That expression stays in his face only for a fleeting moment and before the savior can blink he has returned to normal. "It´s good news for our tourist business, bad news to our local signage" The sheriff says, while shaking his head a little.

God, how pathetic is it that I even missed his awful jokes? The blonde thinks to herself and have to suppress the smile that threats to appear when she remembers how fond the sheriff was (is?) of telling really bad jokes.

Her lack of an answer seems to prompt him to say something. "It´s…It´s a joke." and seeing that Emma was still looking at him with a you´re-such-a-dork face he attempts to explain himself again. "Because you ran over our sign?"

When he first told her that Emma didn´t smiled even if she thought that the sheriff was an adorable dork. The second time around she didn´t have the same restrain and the small but genuinely smile that appeared seems to have surprised and pleased Graham.

"You really need to work on your jokes." That was something that she used to say to him at least once a week after they start work together.

"Well," He reclined a little and gave her a small, pleased smile. "I made you smile, didn´t I?"

She missed the banter as well. To be truthful what hadn´t she missed about him?

"Your idea of what´s funny made me smile not the joke itself"

"Really?" One of his eyebrows rose challenging and she felt herself smiling even more if that was possible. Until she remembered that she must keep herself to the script (for now) till she found out about what´s really going on.

Shaking her head a little to despair some thoughts the blonde continue to talk. "Look, the cocoa was a nice gesture." And if you ever want to do something like that in the future I will accept. "And I´m impressed that you guessed that I liked cinnamon on my chocolate, because most people don´t but…" This time Emma couldn´t say that she wasn´t there to flirt so a little improvisation was at order. "You didn´t sent me this, did you?"

And when Graham shakes his head as no her son makes his presence know. "I did. I like cinnamon too."

If it was anyone else effectively interrupting her conversation with the sheriff Emma would be very annoyed indeed .But it´s her son(who she loves and who miraculously loves her too) and since finding that today was the 26 of October she had waited for a moment to talk with him about it.

"Kid, don´t you have school?"

"Duh! I´m ten. Walk me."

"Ok. Just…" She turns back to Graham and her heart aches a little with the thought of leaving him. But she tells herself that she´ll see him later, when he go arrest her again. "Say, sheriff…do you like hot cocoa?"

Graham eyes her a little apprehensive and Emma has to hold back the laughter when she see it. "Yes, I do." Only a beat later he says in the same hesitant tone. "Why?"

"Then you can have mine." She smiles at him while putting the cup on his table and then starts to walk out of the dinner with Henry following. "Hope you like cinnamon too!"

While walking away Emma noticed the curious expression in Henry´s face and decides that it was safest to redirect his train of thought to more serious matters.

"So, I get that this town is cursed…"She begging to say that but was interrupted by her son who started to babble rather anxiously.

"I knew you would never believe me at first, if you did it wouldn´t be a very good story but I have proof!" He opened his school bag and took the final pages of the book out of it and handed then to Emma. "See these pages? Your mom is Snow White. If you read them you…"

"Slow down, kid! I do believe you."

Henry´s eyes wide a little and the confusion in his voice is hard to miss it. "You do?"

" ages people have been walking around in a haze, not aging, with screw up memories, stuck in a cursed town that kept them oblivious." Internally the blonde was cringing at the words she said. It was true but that doesn´t mean it didn´t sound absurd especially when you voice it aloud.

"Yeah...did you read the book when I left it in your car?"Even while asking it the boy´s voice sounded doubtful.

"No, I didn´t..." How does one say I know because I came from the future without looking completely crazy in the process? "I...Henry, what is supposed to happen when the curse is broken?"

"Everyone gets their happy endings back and..." Here he stops talking and scrunch up his face in a way that oddly remembers her of Snow White, her mother. Henry´s grandmother. "Well, the book doesn´t say exactly that we go back to the Enchanted Forest but I think that we will. Happy endings don´t exist in this world so we have to get back...right?" He looks so hopeful when he ends his speech that Emma´s heart clenches when she remembers his I wanted to be a knight.

"It says here that I´m gonna bring the happy endings back?" The blond was still a little skeptic about that part. All she did was kill a dragon and break the curse kissing Henry, she didn´t have an active role in bringing anyone´s happy ending.

"Yeah, Rumpelstiltskin saw that you would be the one to break the curse and that you would come back at your 28 th birthday."

"But it doesn´t say what´s gonna happen after the curse." And that is the crux of the matter in her opinion. The key to why she´s here at the past.

"It doesn't say how to break it too, but I have a plan." His eyebrows knit together for a moment. It isn´t hard to see that he´s happy that she is listening to him. And of course Henry is happy. How long has he been trying to tell people the truth? Could the towns people even remember what he was saying to them before she came into town? Emma´s hands clenched while she tried to calm herself, that line of thinking was way too dangerous.

"I know you do. Operation Cobra, right?" She needs to stay focus at the present problem. After that she can begin to make the Evil Queen pay for all she did.

Her son´s surprise in written all over his face. "How you know? You can see the future too?"

"Me? No!" Technically she did saw the future but only because she lived it not because she is some kind of pysch. "Well, not exactly. Look...can we talk? After school?"

Henry is disappointed when he replies in a meek voice "I have a session with Archie..."

"Later then." They see the school and the rush of parents rushing their children inside the building. "At the castle?"

He nods his head and starts to run at school but in the middle of the way he stops (just like she knew he would) turns to her and say "I KNEW YOU WOULD STAY!"

Emma is smiling when she realizes the difference this time."I never said I will."

Her son´s smile only grows large after what she said and the blonde founds herself again marveling at the fact that Henry loves her back. "But you are staying."And with that final remark he turns back and run to school.

"It´s good to see his smile back."

Emma had forgotten that when she walked Henry to the school she had run at Mary Margaret. And here she was now in front of her. Mary Margaret who had no idea that she used to be a much stronger and happier person. Mary Margaret who not only doesn´t know she´s really Snow White but also doesn´t know that she has a daughter. And that her daughter is Emma.

"I didn´t do anything"

"You stayed." There´s a momentary pause because the blonde really doesn´t know what to say to the school teacher who is her best friend and her mother. And she doesn´t remember being either. "So, does the Mayor know you're still here?"

"Oh, she knows I´m staying." Quite probably she already planned my arrest as a way to get me to leave town. I can´t even stay angry because that means that I will see Graham again, and that´s the only reason I´m playing her little game. "Look, Regina mentioned Henry´s going to therapy. Do you know where can I find the doctor?"

/-\

If there´s one thing Emma hates it is be made a fool. Since her teenager years it´s something that happens very rarely (until Storybrooke) and she especially hates when she is fooled twice. But in this particular case she doesn't know how to avoid it…well, she knows how to avoid it but she won´t do it. The blonde tries to comfort herself by thinking that she isn´t really being fooled by Regina; she knows what´s going to happen so by that logic she´s the one fooling the Queen.

Her conversation with Archie went pretty much the same and before going to her room at the Inn she stopped at the diner to finally eat her breakfast (Ruby´s grin was a little to knowing when she handed her a cup of cocoa.). This time Emma had no reason to read Henry´s file so that ended up giving her a little more time before the sheriff stops by. This was not a good thing, mainly because it gave her too much time to stress about the meeting.

When she caught herself checking her appearance in the mirror for the sixth time she scowled. Emma Swan was a 28 year old woman and not a 13 years old teenager going on her first date. But then again, Graham was infinitely more kind, brave, good and handsome then the arrogant, cute, spoiled and unfaithful Logan. A knock at her door stopped her thoughts of football games, stolen kisses in empty classrooms, strawberry ice creams and kisses behind trees in the park.

Her heart skips a beat after opening the door and she starts talking immediately. "Hey there, if you´re concerned about the do not disturb signs don´t worry I have left them alone."

For a fleeting second a smile appeared on the sheriff´s face but by the time Emma noticed it his face showed no trace of amusement. "Actually, I´m here about Dr. Archibald Hooper. He mentioned you got into a bit of row with him earlier?"

"No…"

"I was shocked too. And given your shy, delicate sensibilities…" Emma shakes her head while listening, her blonde curls hiding her amused smirk for the moment. "He says you demanded to see Henry´s files and when he refused you came back and stole them."

The blonde puts more emphasis on denying that she stole this time around. Just to make her act more realistic and not because she wants Graham to know she is innocent. Right. "He. Gave. Them. To. Me"

"Alas, he´s telling a different tale. May I check your room? Or I must get a search warrant?

Emma is already opening the door. "Not necessary. I´m glad to be of service".

The sheriff picks some papers that were strewed on top of the bed. "Well, I can see that. You´re very accommodating" Emma is smirking when he goes to her with the handcuffs. "I´m afraid, Miss Swan, that you´re under arrest. Again"

"You know that the shrink is lying, right?"

"And may I ask why would he do that?"

Emma´s smirk is a little feral when she answers. "Because Regina ordered him too."

/-\

The first time, the drive to the police station was spent in silence with Emma silently fuming in the backseat of the cruiser (and Graham sneaking amused glances at her that made her glare at him when she caught him.). This time things went a little different.

"Look, I know that Regina set me up and that you know that she set me up. So, why not admit it already?"The sheriff shakes his head clearly amused by her insistence and his smirk only grows when he sees her huffs.

"I can only say that you have good instincts." On the backseat, Emma freezes and Graham watches her concerned trough the review mirror. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, it´s has been a long day. Just that." Unfortunately by the time she answers his question the blonde is still a little pale and doesn´t sound very convincing.

"Are you sure you all right?" Emma nods her head again when she sees that his blue eyes are on her. "I can stop in the hospital so we can take a look…"

She quickly interrupts him in a somewhat rude manner. "I´m really ok." And then adds on a soft voice "Thanks for caring, but everything´s all right."

When they reach the station, Graham gets out of the cruiser and helps the blonde out .That Emma had expected, what she hadn´t expected was the hand on her lower back guiding her. The touch seems to awake every nerve in her body and she can only pray that the sheriff keeps ignorant of the havoc that his touch cause her.

He´s staring straight ahead but when they enter the station he looks at her and sees that one of her eyebrows is raised in a silent question. "I didn´t want you to faint on me" He quickly goes to the camera and busies himself with it but Emma managed to catch what appeared to be a faint blush.

The flash goes while she´s still smirking at him and for that Emma is graced with a scowl. "Turn right, please."

"As you wish."Another flash goes and she feels a little sorry for him and decides to start a conversation. "So you have wrongly arrested me twice so far."

"Wrongly arrest?" Graham smirks clearly enjoying the return of their banter. "To the left" Another flash. "May you please enlighten me how I could make such a mistake? Twice, I might add."

"I will admit that it´s not your fault, exactly. Regina is the one responsible for my arrests. It technically isn´t the shrink´s fault either since he is so afraid of the mayor" She pauses a little and then continues. "And there´s the wolf but I really don´t think…"

"A wolf? Really?"

"What? Can you honestly tell me there haven´t been reports of people seeing a wolf in town?" The sheriff doesn´t respond and Emma knows that it means that her hunch was correct. It´s not that much of a surprise, anyway. That wolf has clearly been acting almost as a guardian angel to the sheriff. She wonders what happened to him after Graham´s death since she never saw him again. She hopes he didn´t die too. "I knew it."

Graham opens his mouth to say something but then they hear footsteps, Henry appears running with Mary Margaret following close behind.

"Henry! Henry, what are you doing here?"

Like before it´s Mary Margaret who answers the sheriff. And Emma cringes internally when she realizes that´s she´s basically being bailed out by her mother and her son.

"His mother told him what happened."

"Of course she did!" Emma rolls her eyes and then glances at Graham before turning to Henry. "Look, I don´t know what she said, but it..."

And then she gets interrupted by her son who is almost jumping with joy. "You´re a genius!"

"Well, my twelfth grade math teacher wouldn´t agree with you."

"I know what you were doing" Henry´s eyes are shining with so much happiness and his voice is low when he continues "You were getting intel for Operation Cobra!"

"I´m sorry. I´m afraid I´m a bit lost"

Instead of the reply that she expected her sons surprises her.

"That´s a need to know, sheriff. We will explain to you sometime later." Emma could swear that he looked quickly at her, after saying that with a glint in his eyes. "Right now what you need to know is that Miss Blanchard is going to bail her out"

The blonde looks at her oblivious mother and even if she already knew that that was the outcome she still feels a lump in her throat. Even having no idea who she was, barely knowing her at all, her mother still helped.

"I…Thank you." Mary Margaret smiles kindly at her and Henry is looking pretty pleased with himself. She steels herself for the hundredth time today and turns to the sheriff with her cuffed hands. "If you would uncuff me now, I have something to do"

And by something she means some things like cutting down an apple tree, being kicked out of an inn, paying Mary Margaret back, go to Regina when she suggests it, to make peace so that the Queen will not suspect that she knows the curse is real. Speaking of that…

"Hey, Henry! I need to tell you something…"

/-\

"You know that I don´t think you´re crazy, right?" It was the first thing Emma said when she sit down at her son´s side in the castle (This world´s imitation of James and Snow´s castle anyway. Her and Henry´s castle as well since they are the heirs to it.).

"Yes. You told me when we were leaving the station". Her son´s arms uncrossed after he speaks it but he´s still looking pensative at the sea. "It´s all to keep the Queen of the trail".

"Exactly"

Emma was never particularly good at reading people, more often than not she found herself in situations that reminded her why that kind of skill is important to know. But since the very beginning she found it easy to read Henry. Children are normally easy to read, but never that easy. For a long time she ignored that little voice in her head(that later grow to sound suspiciously like Mary Margaret´s) that told her that a child can never fool his mother, now she finds it comforting in the way that the things that prove she´s not such a horrible mother can be. Because of that Emma could almost feel the tension radiating from Henry´s body.

"So…what you wanted to tell me?" Her son asks her in a failed attempt at a strong voice that grows curiously hopeful. "It has something to do with Operation Cobra?"

The blonde feel a pain in her chest at his hopeful tone. It was more than clear that Henry was desperate for someone to believe in him, to have some proof that the curse existed. After she found out that Henry had been telling the truth all this time, the savior wondered more than once how her kid felt telling the truth, but with no one to believe in him. It´s kind of ironic that she´s gonna find out now first hand.

"Yes" Emma crossed her arms and stared fixedly at the waves hitting the shore not wanting to see the boy´s expression after she tells him. "Henry, I broke the curse."

There´s a small but heavy pause and for awhile the ocean´s sound are all they hear. "WHAT? But when did that happened? And how? And why did…"

"Stop!" Emma tore her gaze from the waves and fixed then at her son. Confusion seems to be the primary emotion in his face and there was no trace of skepticism on it, even if there was a trace of something that looked like awe in it. "Just hear me out, ok?"Henry nods and the blonde uncross her arms, trying to force herself to adopt a relaxed position. "I broke the curse on May, 13, 2012. Three days later I fell sleep and when I woke up it was October, 26, 2011. I remember this day!" The blonde´s voice start to get a little high but she doesn´t seems to notice that or the tone of desperation in it. "I lived it! I remembered what people would say or do before they did it! I remember tomorrow and the day after! I remember next week! Hell, I remember next month!"

"So, you time traveled?"

The boy´s curious voice cut her growing mild panic attack. Henry didn´t look at her like she was completely crazy. He looks positively burning with curiosity and excitement and it reminds her of a conversation over chocolate sundaes in Granny´s (My favorite subject is science. Really, kid? Yeah, why? I would bet it was English. And what was yours? When you were in school? Honestly? P.E).

"Well, kid that´s one of my theories". Emma has a small amused smile on her face when she sees his eye´s positively twinkle.

"What are the others?"

How to explain that without sounding crazy or making the whole situation improbable or start swearing again? Emma´s pretty sure that 10 years olds mothers don´t swear. Well, at least in front of their children they don´t.

"Or this is a coma induced dream or I´m going insane". She shrugs and continues in a deceptively monotone voice. "Personally, I prefer to think I time traveled but that´s still crazy".

"Crazier than a town that is cursed by an Evil Queen and populated by fairy tale characters?" Henry´s voice is a little smug when he says it but you have to admit the kid made a damn good argument.

"Point taken."

"Well, this can´t be a dream because when we´re dreaming and start to think this is a dream we realized that is the truth." Emma knows it´s an important conversation but she still has to fight to not smile founding at her son´s serious tone and expression. "And you´re not crazy so we can throw that theory away."

"How can you be so sure?" She´s intrigued by his quick dismiss of the going-insane theory but she has a sink feeling about it as well.

"Crazy people never think they´re crazy, right?" That´s a slight desperate edge to his question that makes Emma´s stomach drop. "And I thought I was crazy too when I found out about the curse".

/-\

After Graham´s death, Emma Swan wished. She may not have wished on stars or wished very loudly but she did it. It wasn´t even something she was actively conscious of. In the curse of her life Emma found herself wishing things without any hope of them actually happening, because nothing good ever happened to her. The life of Emma Swan appeared to be one big tragedy without any hope of a happy ending.

Storybrooke changed that. It gave her people that genuinely cared about her and that she cared about as well. It gave her roots, the home that she wished for but never had. It even gave her the family she had searched her whole life for. And now it seems to be giving her back the man she loves, along with a second chance to make things right.

It was surreal. It was too much.

Emma took Henry back to the Mayor´s house(He spends the whole ride happily chatting about Operation Cobra and time travel and how things are gonna get better now. The blonde spends the ride trying not to think of everything that went wrong before the curse broke) and after that she drove aimless thought town trying to calm down. Breath in, Breath out, Breath in, Breath out, Don´t kill Regina, Breath in, Breath out, Breath in, Breath out.

Just because the Mayor tried to convince her son that he was crazy, kept him from having friends, and it appears, psychologically abused him, doesn´t mean Emma can murder her. Not to mention, of course, having a hand in Charming remembering David Nolan´s memories, trying to frame Mary Margaret, trying to kill Abigail, separating Jefferson from his daughter, keeping Belle as a prisoner, trying to keep Ava and Nicholas separated from their father, trying to make Henry hate her, manipulating Sidney into killing Emma´s grandfather, trying to kill her parents multiple times, cursing the whole town and keeping them in a perpetual state of unhappiness, trying to make her leave town, trying to kill her, killing Henry even if he was dead just for a minute or two, being directily responsible for everything bad that has happened in Emma´s life, separating Emma from her parents, turning Graham into her slave and crushing his heart, effectively killing him.

Damn! Emma thought to herself while slamming her hand hard at the wheel. I am going insane after all. She rapidly turn her car back and start drive to Granny´s, she desperately needed a drink. Or maybe two, or three...Hell, in truth what she needs is to get drunk! She needs to forget all the evil the Queen did (well, what else Regina was supposed to do? She is known as the Evil Queen after all and that must be for a reason. Or more than one reason. And she seems more than happy to keep the title.), she needs to forget that she apparently time traveled to the past, she needs to forget that Graham died , she needs to forget that her kid´s adoptive mother abused him, she needs to forget that Graham is alive.

So, that was how on the night of her second day in the little town in Maine, Emma Swan found herself sitting in a stool drinking whiskey like there was no tomorrow. Her plan was to forget everything (even if just for one night) since she couldn´t run even if she wanted to. Unfortunately, the blonde´s resistance to alcohol is high and she was not even tipsy when he sat in the stool next to her.

Because even if the universe had finally attended to her wishes it would not give her a break. Why it would do that? Her plan had to not work and the responsible one to put a stop on it had to be the sheriff. Someone up there must be laughing hysterically right now.

"It appears you had a rough day" Graham says as he gestures to her empty glass, a little frown on his face.

"Your assumption would be correct" Emma makes a signal to Ruby and the girl promptly delivers her another dose of whiskey. The sheriff´s frown grows as he watches the drink being poured. "What gave you that impression?" She asks downing a considerable amount of her drink.

"Maybe all the drinking you´ve done," He replies in a sarcastic voice and the blonde is still smirking while he gives Ruby his order of a hamburger to go.

"How do you know how much I had to drink?" Her smirk grows in size and the amusement is clear in her voice. "Have you been spying on me?"

"Hardly," He scoffs at the same time that he avoids her eyes. "But it´s clear to me that this is not your second glass and I really don´t want to arrest you again, Miss Swan."

"Well, who would believe that?" Graham makes a face at her exactly like the one he did when she asked if Regina had her hands in the police the first time around. "I have a high resistance to alcohol, don´t worry. And after the day I had I think I deserve a little something to cheer me up."

His eyes cloud over after her last remark and Emma has to resist the urge to hug him. When he speaks again his voice is soft and laced with guilt. "I´m sorry. Has your day really been that horrible?" Even the small amount of pain that the blonde can see in his eyes is enough to make her avoid it.

"Well, I definitely had better days. But considering that the highlight of my day consist of being arrested by you, you can see how much this day sucked" She quickly drink a little more of her drink even if she knows that it was the whiskey that loosed her tongue enough for her to say that.

"Well," He draws that word a little and even if she can´t see him Emma can clearly hear the amusement in his voice. "I´m glad that I wasn´t included on the reasons of why this day sucked"

"You know something? You were right." Emma stumbles away from the stool at the same time that she slams some money on the counter still not looking at the sheriff. "I think I drink enough already and I should really go" Just because she´s not running away when things get hard anymore, doesn´t mean she´s not running away when things get awkward. That was practically all she did after the curse was broken to tell the truth.

Graham is chuckling while she passes by him in the most not hurried manner she can manage. Emma can feel herself blushing and she can only pray the sheriff didn´t notice the red on her cheeks. Crap! She hasn´t blushed since she was a teenager who was still awkward around boys, and that was years ago.

She needs to start researching time travel now. Especially the effects it can have on the time traveler. Emma´s pretty sure she´s gonna find that the possibility of her going insane is not only really high but completely normal given the circumstances.

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A/N: First let me start with a big THANK YOU to everyone who left a review, favorite or start to follow this story. I still can´t believe how many people seem to like it!

So, hope you guys enjoyed this chapter and where the story is going. Again, sorry for the delay but I traveled and spent an inordinate amount of time stuck, trying to get Regina´s voice down. Still don´t know if I did a good job, to be honest. Anyway, because it took me so long to post I decide to leave a little preview of next chapter for you guys.

Here it is:

"It wasn´t the Mayor. It was a wolf. A very familiar wolf with one red eye.

Graham´s wolf.

"Hey, boy." Emma takes a few small steps in his direction. She should know she would find the wolf in the cemetery. He was probably there guarding Graham´s heart, and that realization made her own heart hurt. "Remember me? Emma? "Another small steps in his direction. The wolf´s eyes seem to follow her cautiously. "You made me crash my car so I wouldn´t leave town."

Please, tell me what you thought of the chapter and the direction the story is taking.