A/N: So, let me just preface this by saying, unless there are some flashbacks involving the huntsman, this is the last we will be seeing of Jamie Dornan, which is quite devastating, considering his attractiveness, but oh well. So anyway, this is a story for the ideal alternate universe where things take a turn for the weird. For anybody who has read my stories before, you know that I like to take the information you already have and just throw a wrench in it, and freak people out, so here it goes. I hope I haven't thoroughly confused anyone yet.

Emma's Point of View

What the hell was I doing? This was wrong on so many levels. The dead body of the man who had first arrested me, then stalked me, then hired me, then slept with the mayor, then kissed me, now resided in the trunk of my car. What was I doing? That was the only thing I could think as I pushed my Bug to the limit down the main street. After all, who was going to stop me? The only person who had the authority was in my trunk.

I had given up on reasonable thinking. Before even leaving the station, I considered a spontaneous aneurism, a stroke, heart attack even, but after examined Graham's still body, I couldn't find any of the telltale signs of anything reasonable.

This had all started as a game of sorts, trying to appease Henry's need to believe in the unbelievable. So, why was it that I now found myself scaling the side of the Madame Mayor's house, in an attempt to find a window leading to Henry's room. It took me a fare few minutes, but I finally succeeded and quickly knocked on the window, trying desperately to wipe the tears away before Henry could see them. I could see him turn the corner from his bed, book in hand like always. He opened the window swiftly, extending a hand to help me over the threshold as if it were the most common thing in the world.

"Henry," my voice began cracking. Damn it, why was this happening? I kissed the guy one time and suddenly I'm a sobbing mess about his death? That just isn't how it's supposed to work. I took a deep breath and tried to compose my thoughts, "Henry, I need to see your book."

My own alert must've been obvious, because he went off after that, firing questions like there was no tomorrow, "What happened?" was the only thing I managed to catch though. Somehow, it always was.

I snatched the book away from him, and began thumbing through the pages with shaky hands. There had to be something in that damn book. I skimmed through the entire thing, not able to catch anything. I went through it again, making sure not to miss a single word on any single page. Then I caved to the fact that there wasn't going to be anything in that book to help. I slammed it shut and threw it to the ground, jumping to my feet, and frantically running my hands through my matted hair, a nervous tick of mine. But what Henry said next shocked me more than anything else I had witnessed that day, "He remembered, didn't he?"

"Yeah, Kid. He did." I finally admitted.

"You know, there's a way to save him." Henry guffawed, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

I instantly felt like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I could breathe again; the tears started flowing again, but not of the shock; of relief, "It isn't in the book, though." I realize, "I thought everything was in the book."

"I knew my mom was going to take the book, so I took out these pages. I knew he was going to die. Everything had been right so far." Henry shrugged, crawling under his bed, pulling up one of the floor boards and revealing three spare pages, "Okay, so we know the whole kissing thing isn't going to work. Because of, the whole, love thing."

"Yeah, got that." I answered, nodding off the obvious jab. Of course I didn't love Graham; a little shocked that he literally dropped dead in my arms, but I had known the guy for all of two weeks. And it isn't exactly a secret that we were off to a pretty suckish start, "Okay, so what do we do?" I asked again.

"Well, according to this, we have to find the wolf, and cut out his red eye. Inside that red eye is the ruby ring. It contains what you could think of as basically a miniature version of Graham's heart." Henry concluded proudly, adding the last few pages back into his book with tape, "You have to get him to swallow it, and once you do, the only way to kill him, will be the old-fashioned way."

"So what you're saying, is that I have to cut out an imaginary wolf's eye, and somehow get a dead guy to…eat it?" the whole thing sounded very out there was no way this was happening, "Wait, but how did Graham get the ring in the first place?"

"The huntsman, that's who he was, and when The Queen took his heart, he made a deal with Rumpelstiltskin."

"And what did- what did The Huntsman promise Rumpelstiltskin?" I asked, playing along.

Again, Henry gave me the, 'Isn't it obvious' look, "He promised that he would be allowed to use The Huntsman's talents in whatever way he wanted, as long as he got to live," he answered.

I nodded, clasping my face in my hands, trying desperately to wrap my head around what was happening, "Okay, okay." I took a second to compose myself again. I couldn't do it in time, though, as I heard the front door slam. Madame Mayor was home, and the first stop she was going to make was going to be Henry's room to make sure nothing had happened while she was gone, "Where do I start looking for the wolf?" I asked, my body already half way out the window, on my way back to my car.

"Go to the toll bridge and call for it. Use his name!" he called down, slamming the window behind me.

This was going to be one hell of a night.

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