A/N: Well, that definitely took longer than was expected. Nevertheless, I am back with another chapter. And I must admit, the issue now stands at this: Now that the show is back on, my story is no longer feasible. I am going to continue writing, though, simply because it is FUN! Might I just add, I really like how they added in Rumplestiltskin's back story to the last episode? It was amazing! I wasn't too jazzed about tonight's episode, though…
"Okay, so what's the plan?" I asked, pacing in front of the counter, as Mary Margaret tossed platefuls of waffles in three different settings on the table.
"We're going to knock him out and bring him back here." Graham began, digging into his waffles, and completely ditching any plans that we had been forming to get Gold onto our side. It had been determined days before that no matter whose 'team' he was playing for, he would switch to back whoever was winning. We just had to make sure that that was us and he was as good as ours.
"Do you really think that's our best option? I mean really; if we want him on our side, we can't force him. It's obvious that people are afraid of Gold and that having him on our side would be the ultimate power, but honestly think about it! We'd be hard pressed to find anybody who would be willing to listen if we were to do this!" Mary Margaret continued, a worried expression on her features.
We had determined that no matter how we got to the end result, we were going to have to tell somebody about the other world that we had supposedly left behind. Henry had given us options as to who we could tell first. This was one of the most important tasks we were going to have to pull off; finding somebody to tell who would A) believe us and B) not tell anyone. As a group, Mary Margaret, Graham, Henry, and I determined that the best person to tell would be Ruby. But before we told Ruby, we had to have Gold, which was the one thing we didn't have at this point.
Gold was our leverage. People believed in whatever he backed, because he harbored so much power. Our entire plan was riding on the plan to get him in on Operation Cobra and keeping him there, without making any deals that we would later be regretting.
We dropped the topic for a short while and exchanged it for polite conversation as we ate. Since Graham's resurrection, he had practically taken up permanent residence on Mary Margaret's couch, and as such, Mary Margaret questioned me nearly every day. She would corner me and ask if we had done the deed yet. Every. Single. Day. And every day the answer was the same. It was always no. Really since Christmas we hadn't talked about much else besides Operation Cobra and the weather.
"So, not to point out the elephant in the room," Mary Margaret began, slamming her fork back down on the table, "but are you two going to just pretend the other doesn't exist for the rest of eternity, or are we actually going to see some kind of a push forward, because I kind of have money on you two, and it's… a lot." She gave an expression that made her look like the child who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
"You what?" I guffawed, "Who else is in on it?"
"There is…sort of an…ongoing pot down at…Granny's." I threw a glance toward Graham who was trying his harder to keep the laughter out of his eyes. Once I turned back to Mary Margaret, it was quite obvious that she was wishing the earth would just open and swallow her whole, "Mary Margaret, you are possibly the worst Sister ever."
"Oh shut up!" she squealed again, coming out of the woodwork once more as her chipper, upbeat self, "Okay, but seriously; is there going to be anything, like, ever? Because again, it is…a lot of money…"
"Maybe," Graham finally interjected to silence her. Even though I knew it was true, just hearing the words made me sputter a bit, "you know; once the whole…impending doom thing blows over."
After a good laugh, things settled down again and we went about the daily morning routine- brushing, combing, flossing, and dressing. As we were all walking out the door to go to our respective work places, I stopped Graham, "I guess you'll be needing this," I whispered, reaching his Sheriff's badge out to him.
"You know, technically," his voice was oozing with over dramatization, as he leaned against the doorframe, "I have been off the radar for over two weeks, so that does mean that you are Sheriff."
"But then what are you supposed to do? We agreed that today was the day. The people know you're still alive; nobody even knows I took the Sheriff's position. It's yours."
"But the law does state," he continued, a small smirk spreading across his face, "that you do have the authority to appoint a new Deputy."
"So you're telling me that you are honestly offering to demote yourself so that I can keep the Sheriff's position?"
"It's a whole new tax bracket." He joked.
I couldn't help but shake my head and look up at him in amazement, "Thank you." I chided back, in awe of the huge thing he had just given up. Graham had been Sheriff of Storybrooke since its creation. Goodness knows, the Mayor would have something to say about this strange switch.
A/N: So, right now, words are kind of escaping me. I know this isn't the best chapter, but I knew I HAD to get one up since I haven't posted since before Christmas! Anyway, let me know what you think! Also, anybody who would be interested in making a YouTube trailer for this, please PM me! I can't do it myself, but I am still hoping to have one made! Love to all of my Reviewers! xMags
