Chapter 2

AN: I own nothing because if I did Graham would have died! I'm sorry it took me so long to update this story. Hope you like it!

A month later

Margaret wasn't surprised to hear a knock on her front door, even though it was seven am. Over the past month of her new roommate moving in, Graham promptly showed up for breakfast and dinner. Before Emma had moved in Graham sporadically would come over for breakfast when Mary Margaret invited him, but now he was there everyday after his early morning run.

"Good morning, Graham." Mary Margaret chirped out, opening the door for her friend, with a grin on her face. "I made pancakes this morning."

"I love pancakes." Graham smiled, walking into the apartment over to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. "Who am I kidding I love everything you make?" Graham chuckling, pouring a cup on coffee into a mug that had been left out for him.

"Graham, can I ask you a question?" Mary Margaret asked in soft voice, making sure she could still hear the sound of Emma in the shower.

"Ask away." Graham quipped, turning around smiling at her. He had not smiled much since David went into his coma, but slowly the old Graham was coming back the more time he spent with Emma.

"Are you falling in love with Emma?" She asked in a whisper, while Graham's blue eyes grew large, then darted around the room nervously.

"What?! We are coworkers and friends that's it." He denied, walking past her to sit down at the table. Graham lied, to her and himself, because it didn't matter if he did. Because Emma was far from over losing her husband, knowing she'd leave once their case was solved.

"Graham" She sighed, making her way over to sit at the table across from him. "I'm just worried about you getting hurt."

"You have nothing to be worried about." He brushed off her attempts to talk about his relationship with his deputy. "You should worry about Ruby getting her heart broken by Victor Whale, not worrying about me. She accused me of being jealous, when I told her she was making a mistake getting involved with him."

"Of course she did, Ruby's been infatuated with you since the moment you came to Storybrooke. She's upset that you are falling for someone else beside her." Mary Margaret paused, "Although I think you're working over nothing with Victor hurting her. I haven't seen him checking out another girl in a few weeks."

"Good, I still feel bad for hurting her." Graham sighed, staring down at his coffee.

"Graham" Mary Margaret gave him a small smile, putting her hand over his on the table. "You're being too hard on yourself."

"She's right." Emma's voice caused the two of them to jump, "Sorry, I didn't mean to sneak up on you." Emma apologized, going over to get a cup of coffee.

Graham's heart raced nervously hoping Emma hadn't heard the part about Mary Margaret accusing him of having feelings for her. He dared to glance over at her seeing her wet long blonde hair pulled up into a bun on the top of her head, wearing a plain white tank top and skinny jeans with bare feet. 'God she's so beautiful' he thought taking in the woman, he couldn't stop thinking about since the moment he met her. "I should have known better." Graham guilty sounding voice made Emma turn around to face him.

"She took advantage of you the way I see it. Ruby knew you were drunk and hurting. Instead of being a good friend, she saw an opportunity to get what she wanted and took it." Emma countered, moving over to sit down at the end of the table.

"Emma's right. You need to stop feeling guilty because she is the one who took advantage of you." Mary Margaret agreed, pouring syrup on her pancakes. "I'm going by the hospital to see David today, do you want to come?"

"I'd love too, but I have a meeting with the mayor and the town council in less than an hour." Graham wasn't looking forward to the town council meetings because they were usually very boring. "I'm going tomorrow to visit him on my day off."

"I'll go." Emma offered, looking for a way to get out of going to the town council meeting with Graham. She had trouble staying awake at them. One time Graham had to kick her table a few times to keep her awake.

"That would be great!" Mary Margaret beamed, looking from Emma to Graham.

"I can fill Emma in on any important news from the meeting." He heard Emma scoff at his comment, "Or I could send you in my place and I could go with Mary Margaret?" He proposed to Emma, who leaned back in her chair smirking.

"I'm sure the town council rather have their sheriff there not the deputy." Emma pointed out, making Graham let out a loud sigh, and she knew she had won.

"Fine." He huffed, turning his attention to his food on his plate. Much like Emma, he despised town council meetings. The only thing that made the meeting tolerable was having Emma next to him there.

Emma couldn't help but grin at how cute he was when he was annoyed. She swallowed hard when she realized her train of thought. Panic ran through her trying to push back her attraction to the handsome sheriff. Averting her eyes away from Graham, she discovered Mary Margaret studying her with a knowing smile on her face completely freaking her out.

David's Hospital room

"Hi David" Mary Margaret greeted her husband kissing him on the forehead lovingly, "I brought my friend Emma Swan with me today!" She sat down on the bed, taking David's hand in hers.

"Hi David." Emma couldn't help but feel silly for talking to a coma patient, but she did it for her roommate. "It's good to see you again."

"Emma had Graham pouting this morning about going to the town council meeting alone. He had made that same face he always made whenever you beat him on the morning run." Mary Margaret giggled, talking to her husband like he was awake and listening too him.

"He made it sound like that rarely ever happened. I knew he was lying, but let it slide." Emma piped in feeling more comfortable about talking to an unconscious David. "Graham and I are kind of competitive, but I take it easy on him occasionally."

"Kind of competitive? Are you forgetting our last game night? I thought scrabble tiles were going to be thrown across the room when you lost to Graham." Mary Margaret laughed, as Emma scowled crossing her arms over her chest. The new next moment her laughter stopped and tears filled up the teacher's blue eyes.

"Mary Margaret, are you okay?" Emma asked worried, not wanting to see her roommate cry.

"I'm sorry. It's just you reminded me so much of David, a few seconds ago." Mary Margaret confessed, running her eyes over Emma's features, noticing for the first time how Emma's resembled his.

"I was hoping you would be here." A voice startled Emma and Mary Margaret, and they turned to look at the new visitor.

"Ruth!" Mary Margaret exclaimed, rushing off the bed to run over and embrace her mother-in-law. "I'm so happy that you're back in town. I've missed you so much!"

"I missed you too, honey." She replied, patting her back as she hugged her. "I'm guessing this must be your new roommate Emma Swan." Ruth looked over at Emma, pulling away from Mary Margaret, when she had a clear view of Emma Swan's face. She walked over to Emma, her brown eyes running over Emma's face.

"It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Nolan." Emma nodded, unsure of what to make of the woman studying her, feeling uncomfortable.

"I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, dear." Ruth said reaching out taking her hand, "It's just your features are similar to my son's. It makes me wonder what his twin sister would have looked like, if she would have survived."

"It's alright. I understand." Emma nodded, knowing the feeling all to well of wondering what her and Kilian's child would have looked like, if she wouldn't have miscarried the day Killian had died in the explosion. "I better pick up Graham an espresso to help wake him up after the town hall meeting. I'll see you later tonight, Mary Margaret." She added, quickly exiting the room.

"So that's the young woman, who has Graham wrapped around her little finger. I like her." Ruth smiled at her daughter-in-law, before walking over to David. "Son, I've missed you so very much." She kissed him on the cheek, running her hand through his short blonde hair. "You need to wake up to help your best friend woe the girl of his dreams. I ran into him earlier today, and he blushed when I asked about his new deputy. He crazy about her but won't admit it. If you were here, you'd force him to admit it and go for the girl of his dreams."

"She's right. Graham has never been a romantic kind of a guy. He needs your advice, Charming." Mary Margaret sat back down on the bed next to her husband, using her nick name for him." He's going to need all the help he can get, in order to break through the walls Emma has built up around her heart."

"Did she get her heart broken?" Ruth asked, curious to know what caused the girl to shut everyone out.

"Every time I try to ask her, she changes the subject or leaves the loft. I can tell Graham knows, because he told me that if I need to ask Emma about it, if I ask him." She sighed, hating the fact Emma wouldn't confide in her, despite the fact they were friends and roommates.

"You should take it as a good sign, she opened up to Graham about it." Ruth pointed out to her, "She'll confide in you when she's ready, Mary Margaret. Trust me."

The sheriff's station

Graham walked through the front door to see Emma walking towards him with a large cup of coffee in her hand, "It's a double shot espresso with caramel." She held it out for him to take it.

"I know a bribe when I see one." Graham raised a brow, "What do you want?" He asked, unsure of the favor she would be asking.

"Okay, I need a few days off. I gave notice on my place in Boston, and my landlord found someone who wants to move in as soon as possible. Since I came here with an overnight bag, I need to go back for my things." Emma explained to him, "It shouldn't take more than 3 days tops, I don't have too much I'm bringing with me."

"Of course, do you want me to come along to help?" Graham offered her, hating the idea of her leaving Storybrooke and him.

"You're sheriffing services are needed here. Besides, there are only a few boxes I'm packing up to bring with me." Emma teased him, "Your espresso, boss." She pushed the coffee into his hand and their fingers brushed up against each other's.

"Thank you." Graham took it, his eyes locked on hers, before she walked off to the filing cabinet. "Maybe you should see if Mary Margaret wants to take the trip with you. I worried Gold might have you followed. His men can be very dangerous."

Emma chuckled at Graham for worrying bout her, "I'll be fine." Emma said grabbing files out of the cabinet. "You're just dreading that you'll be the only one here to do all the paperwork." Emma teased, spinning around holding a stack of paperwork.

"You've caught me." Graham shook his head, before walking off to his office.

"Liar." Emma whispered, once he was out of the room. Getting away from Storybrooke was a really good idea, because she needed to get herself together. She was really starting to really care about him and Mary Margaret. When Emma cared about people, they ended up dying and she ended up all alone.

Mary Margaret's loft-later that evening

"Are you sure? I could come along to help you." Mary Margaret offered, watching her roommate picking her bag for her trip to Boston for the doorway.

"Yes, I should be back by Monday. You'll have the loft to yourself for the weekend. Well for the expectation of Graham coming over to take advantage of your amazing cooking and baking skills." Emma smiled, zipping up her bag. "Just try not to spoil him too much by doing his laundry and ironing." She teased her roommate, who was always taking care of her and Graham. As much as Emma hated to admit it, she found that a small part of her enjoyed being taken care of. She hadn't allowed herself to let anyone besides Killian look after her. But Mary Margaret's always managed to get Emma to cave, no matter how hard she tried not to relay on her.

"Are you kidding? He's going to be holed up at station, wallowing until you come back into town." Mary Margaret shook her head. "He spent every waking moment working or drinking, after David went into a coma. While I spent mine trying to take care of him, so I wouldn't have to think about the fact David." She stopped; a sob left her "might not ever wake up." Mary Margaret broke down crying, gripping the doorway unable to stop his tears. "He has to wake up!" She cried out, almost falling to her knees.

Taking a deep breath Emma approached her roommate, slowly reaching out placing her hands on Mary Margaret's shoulders. "I wish I could tell you it gets easier or hurts less losing your husband, but I can't." Emma whispered, feeling her eyes tearing up. "I'd give anything for one more second with Killian, to be able to hold him, to kiss him, to tell him that I love him and to hear his voice. But I won't ever get to do that because he's dead." Tears fell down Emma's cheeks, looking up into her stunned roommate's eyes.

"I'm so sorry, Emma." Mary Margaret replied, putting her hands over top of Emma's.

"If there were even the slimmest chance I could get him back, I'd never stop fighting or give up on getting him or our baby back." Emma spoke the last part so softly Mary Margaret almost didn't hear it.

"I promise I won't stop fighting or hoping for David to wake up." Mary Margaret said pulling Emma into a hug. "I'm going to miss you while you're gone."

"You're not going to miss picking up my towels off the bathroom floor." Emma joked, awkwardly hugging her roommate.

"I'll miss my friend." Mary Margaret said, deciding not to push Emma into reveal what exactly happened to her husband. The doorbell at the loft rang, "What do you want to bet that's Graham?" She asked pulling away from her friend.

"I know it him." Emma laughed, as Mary Margaret went down the loft stair. Emma went over to zip up her suitcase. The sound of another woman's voice filled the loft, and Emma couldn't help but feel disappointed it wasn't Graham. "No, you can't think about that." She muttered shaking her head.

"Think about what?" Graham asked, making her jump in surprise. "Sorry I didn't mean to scare you."

"I feel bad leaving Mary Margaret alone in the loft." Emma lied, while Graham's blue eyes studied her, but she couldn't read what it meant.

"If it will make you feel better, I'll sleep on the couch here while you're away." He offered not only for Mary Margaret's sake but also his. Emma hadn't even left yet, and he was already feeling depressed.

"If you stay then you should sleep in my bed, the couch isn't very comfortable." Emma remembered the night she fell asleep on the couch, and woke up very sore the next day.

"Thanks" Graham smiled, his heart racing fast at hearing her offering to let him sleep in her bed, even in she wasn't going to be in it.

"Dinner's ready." Mary Margaret's voice rang through the loft, as Graham and Emma stared at each other with tension in the air.

"Good, I'm starving." Emma replied rushing past Graham to head down to the kitchen. She heard the sound of Graham's footstep following her, while she made her way to the kitchen. "Mrs. Nolan, it's good to see you." Emma nodded at the older woman, who sat at the table.

"Please call me Ruth." She smiled at Emma, "Mary Margaret tells me you are going to Boston for a few days."

"Yes, I need to clean out my apartment there. It shouldn't take too long." Emma sat down across from Ruth as Graham sat down next to Ruth across from her. "Humbert doesn't want me to leave because he'll be the only one doing paperwork at the station."

Graham chuckled loudly, "Please! I'm the one who does seventy five percent of the paperwork everyday, Swan." Graham stressed smirking at Emma, watching her eyes narrow at him.

"You're sadly mistaken. If I didn't pull my weight at the station you wouldn't be so set in keeping me working there." Emma scoffed, shaking her head.

Ruth's eyes traveled back and forth between Graham and Emma banter playfully, with a knowing smile on her lips. She had never seen Graham look so happy or taken in by anyone ever before. Ruth began laughing and Mary Margaret joined in causing Emma and Graham to look confused. "What's so funny?" Graham asked confused.

"I never thought I'd miss the days of hearing bickering, but I have." Ruth smiled grateful for Emma and how she brought life to her loved ones. Much like Mary Margaret and Graham, Ruth was very taken with Emma Swan.

The next morning

Emma woke up early since she hated saying goodbye's even if she was coming back, so she snuck out before Mary Margaret had woken up this morning. Once she turned the corner towards the 'Leaving Storybrooke' sign, she saw Graham's Sheriff's Cruiser blocking the middle of the road with him leaning up against it.

"Seriously?" Emma asked, fighting back a smile that threatened to cross her lips, as she stuck her head out the window.

"I was going to ask you the same thing." Graham smirked, walking over towards her car, making Emma roll her eyes at him. "I had a feeling last night you were going to try to sneak out of town without saying goodbye."

"You caught me, Sheriff." Emma teased putting the car in park then opened the door and climbed out. "Are you going to arrest me?"

"Actually I have something for you." Graham said reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket. Emma couldn't see what was in his closed hand, as he reached out taking her hand.

Emma closed her fingers around the star shaped item in her hand, feeling her heart beating wildly at Graham's hand touching hers. She drew her hand back quickly, terrified of the emotions running through her. "Another badge?" Emma chuckled, opening her hand looking down in her hand. It was a gold star key chain with a picture of her, Graham and Mary Margaret that Henry insisted taking at Granny's one day.

"Mary Margaret and David gave me a picture key chain when I left town to tie up my loose ends. They told me to think of it as a reminder that I have people who care about me and are waiting for me to come home." Graham's said in a low voice, watching as Emma stared down at the key chain with wide eyes. "When David wakes up, the four of us will take one together. David and Mary Margaret told me that's what families do."

Emma felt tears burning in her eyes at Graham's words, forcing herself to look up at her boss and friend. "Thank you. I'll see in a few days. Take care of Mary Margaret, okay."

"I will." Graham smiled, as Emma turned her back to him starting towards her car. He stood there feeling as though his world was falling apart because Emma Swan was leaving Storybrooke and him. His whole life he was convinced he was meant to be alone and would never be able to let himself fall in love. Graham had been content on having wonderful friends and a job he loved, but now it didn't feel like enough.

"Can you move your car, Graham?" Emma spun around to see Graham walking over to her, his eyes locked on his. The desire and affection made Emma feel both excited and terrified, taking a step backwards. "Graham, what are you doing?" Her nervous voice asked, her back hitting drivers side door.

Graham's eyes moved to her lips leaning in close to her, placing a soft kiss on her cheek. "Please come back to me. I can't stand the idea of never seeing you again." He whispered so quietly, she almost couldn't hear him before he walked back towards his car.