A/N: BET YOU THOUGHT I WAS GONE FOR GOOD, DIDN'T YOU? WELL, YOU THOUGHT WRONG! BECAUSE HERE I AM, TWO YEARS AND THREE AP LITERATURE COURSES LATER, FINISHING UP TREMBLING TEARS FOR REAL THIS TIME. I KNOW MOST OF YOU HAVE PROBABLY LOST INTEREST BY NOW, BUT IF NOT, PLEASE CONTINUE TO LEAVE COMMENTS – I WOULD REALLY APPRECIATE IT! THANKS! XMAGS

"Emma," a voice called from over top of me as a hand shook my shoulder, "The movie was over an hour ago. Let's get you home. My God, you're drunk." She gasped as I slumped against her.

"As a skunk." I agreed.

"Can you walk?" she asked, trying to straighten out my clothes into a respectable fashion, "You're a mess." She mumbled, dragging me toward my beetle. She must've driven my car. She doesn't have one – never has – and I never really knew why.

One thing struck me more than anything else as Mary Margaret loaded me into the backseat for transport, "Where's Graham?" I grumbled.

"I don't know. He'll probably be back at the apartment sooner or later. Just try to get some sleep." She commanded, putting all of her "good nurse" skills to the test.

As soon as we got back to the apartment, I was put to rest on the couch and handed the TV remote. My buzz was slowly beginning to wear off and the hangover was starting to set in. When the knock on the door sounded, I felt as though my head could explode, "Ow." I grumbled, pulling a pillow over my head as another insistent rap burst from the door.

Mary Margaret threw the door open to reveal a tall dark-haired man, with a very drunken Graham slumped against his shoulder, "Is he yours?" the man grumbled, letting Mary Margaret take hold of his and help him to an armchair, "Drunk off his ass, he is." The man chuckled, "Standing on the counter at Granny's, shouting something about a rebellion."

"Well, thanks for bringing him back before he made too big of a fool of himself." Mary Margaret murmured, "Do you want to come in…"

"Jones. Kye Jones. I own the barber shop across the street." He extended his left hand for a shake.

"Left handed shake? Kind of awkward, don't you think?" I cackled in my stupor.

"Yeah, I do think." He admitted, revealing a prosthetic right hand, "Used to be a butcher, I was. Got myself in some trouble, I did."

"Let me get you a beer for the road." Mary Margaret mumbled, fleeing to the kitchen, "I would invite you in, but the drunken fools are kind of taking over."

"Aren't you Sister Mary Margaret?" he inquired, leaning against the doorframe, "What are you doing with liquor in your house?"

"I got roommates." She grumbled, "Anyway, Kye, thank you for bringing him home. I guess we'll be seeing you around."

As soon as the door clicked behind him, I let out a howl of laughter, "Well, I think we know who he is."

"Let's just hope he doesn't know who he is. We could use him on our side for as long as possible. Emma, we've officially got a job for you. You're going to make friends with Kye Jones."

"You mean Captain Hook."

A/N: ALRIGHT GUYS, I KNOW THIS ONE WAS A LITTLE BIT SKETCH, BUT JUST BARE WITH ME AS I GET BACK INTO THE SWING OF THINGS. LIKE I SAID, IT HAS SERIOUSLY BEEN TWO YEARS! PLEASE LEAVE A COMMENT IF YOU LIKED THIS CHAPTER AND ARE INTERESTED IN MORE TO COME! XMAGS