A/N: So in class I've been required to do some sort of a science project of my choosing and I've chosen to see if the music I listen to have an influence on how I write. I've been listening to Jessie's Girl by Rick Springfield, The Theme from Greatest American Hero by Joey Scarbury, Chasing Cars in the styling of The Cast of Grey's Anatomy, She Will Be Loved by Maroon 5, Anything Goes in the styling of Lindsey Pearce, and Anything You Can Do from Annie Get Your Gun on loop while writing this chapter. Tell me if this chapter seems to resemble these songs at all of not. I think this could be kind of fun. Here we go; let's see if this works!

I also guess this will be just as good a time as any to mention that English isn't my first language. Yeah, I learned it a couple years back and was told I'm really good at speaking and writing it. I figured that that would just be something beneficial to mention, considering that some of my phrasing may be off… That isn't an excuse, though. I'm going to work on fixing some of my grammar the first chance I get.

"And how do you reckon that?" Graham asked, nearly chuckling at the absurdity of it all. Although, I found it to most likely be true. After all, everything so far had been accurate to some extent. I sat forward and finally began fully listening. I had inadvertently sent the last

"Look, it's common sense." Henry drawled, "The curse is the thing that is keeping everyone in Storybrooke. If you kill her, the curse is lifted, and Storybrooke won't be cursed anymore, so nobody will be stuck here anymore. If everyone scatters, then there's no way to send you back to the Enchanted Forest, because everybody has to be in one place to be sent back."

"What if we don't want to go back?" Mary Margaret suddenly piped up, "I mean, I don't know about these two," she lifted her arm to motion to me and Graham, "but I don't really want to go back to a time when I am supposedly going to have a screaming baby and a huntsman determined to send a dagger through my heart. I think we could find happy endings here. If we tried."

That got me thinking again. I didn't even consider the fact that if we were transported back, everything would be back to normal. I would be days old again, and wouldn't have a worry in the world and as appealing as that sounded at times, that also meant that I wasn't going to be able to see Graham again, which was something I didn't think I was willing to sacrifice just yet. I jolted up, trying to make my momentary zone-out a little less noticeable, but it made me look even more foolish when I made eye contact with Graham for less than a second, before tearing my eyes away and staring out the window as if the tree in the Mayor's back yard were the most interesting thing in the world.

Henry just shook his head, letting loose with a face palm, "Don't you get it? There are no happy endings here! The only way for any of us to get a happy ending is to go back to the Enchanted Forest and stop the curse from where it started." That was when I realized what I had been missing. Henry had always spoken about destroying the curse, but he had never given any specifics as to where or how it was supposed to happen.

I knew what he had meant when he said it. If we went back to Storybrooke, he would cease to exist. There would be a happily ever after for everyone. Mary Margaret would have her Prince Charming, and I would get to grow up again, maybe having a happy childhood like the one I had been deprived of so long the first time around. Graham would get his wolf friend back and they would spend the rest of their marry days roaming the forests. But Henry, he would be nothing but a memory. Not even that, though, because I wouldn't even remember anything of his existence. I felt a twinge in my heart at this realization. That was when I knew, we couldn't leave Storybrooke. I couldn't leave my child, no matter what the consequence. It may have happened to me, but I was not going to let that happen to him. It may have taken me ten years to figure, but by God, things were going to change.

The meeting abruptly came to an end when the front door opened and slammed and there were footsteps on the staircase, "Go, go go!" I whisper, as Graham, Mary Margaret, and I all simultaneously charge for the window. We made our way out in a relatively clean fashion, the final hand flying over the threshold just as Regina slammed through the door, her eyes ablaze. She had found out. She knew about Graham. She knew that he was alive. And chances are, she knew I had something to do with it. Things couldn't possibly get any better.

Once we were home, or what I had learned to called home over the last couple weeks, all three of us collapsed haphazardly wherever there was a clear space. I collapsed on the couch nearest the door, directly beside Graham, giving my aching legs some much needed relief. Even though the last couple hours had been spent kept up in Henry's room, that didn't take away from the fact that we had all been going constantly for nearly 50 hours straight, and we were all just ready to sleep, "Now, if you'll excuse me," Mary Margaret began, missing the rack completely and letting her coat fall to the floor, "I am going to go to my room and…die." She groaned groggily, waddling like a zombie all the way to the separate room, slamming the door behind her.

I was more than a tad bit aware that she had left Graham and me alone, "Soooooo…" I started, awkwardly staring around the room, tapping the tips of my fingernails together. I took a moment to collect my thoughts before finally summoning the courage to begin again, "What was that you pulled at the meeting?" I asked, "You were all for the idea of restoring the kingdom and then all of a sudden, you just seemed to be completely against it. Why?"

I could tell I threw him for a loop. He thought carefully before answering, "I don't necessarily want to go back to the way things were, because if we did, I would definitely be deemed a pedophile when I did this." He whispered, leaning over in my direction. I almost wasn't able to function or process this. Out of everything that had happened in the past forty-eight hours, this was the one that stuck with me. I was never going to forget his lips against mine.

In that one kiss, I was home. It took me a decent amount of time to realize that my lungs were screaming for air, and when we broke apart, try as I might, I couldn't stop a tiny smile from twitching at the sides of my mouth. With barely any pause, Graham pulled me into a tight hug, which wasn't something I had expected. If I hadn't been paying super-close attention to the barely-there space between us, I wouldn't have even heard the whisper that passed his lips then, "Thank you."

It was only then, did I recognize out of the corner of my eye the slight opening Mary Margaret had left in the doorway to her bedroom. It was just big enough for a person to peek through. No doubt I would be getting an earful about all of this tomorrow.

A/N: So, I worked super hard on this chapter and now I'm dead tired because it is one in the morning and I stayed up really late to finish this chapter for you all! Anyway, let me know what you think! I love hearing your comments on how my story is evolving! As always, I really hope you like this new chapter and I love you all! xMags