And here we are again. Had this chapter ready two days ago but couldn't post it due to the error on this site I think others have dealt with as well. Anyways, I want to say thank to all of you once again for your kind words, I really appreciate you sticking with this story! :D

STORYBROOKE, PRESENT DAY

Emma woke up to the sounds of voices and other noises in the kitchen. With her eyes still half shut she looked at the clock and saw it was already past 9 am. For a second she wondered why the alarm hadn't gone off, and then she remembered she wasn't in Manhattan anymore. No more early mornings to drop off Henry and go to work. She was in Storybrooke now, where she was not Emma the real estate agent, but Emma the Savior, or Emma the princess, or Emma, daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, or whatever title someone might've come up with today. She swung her legs over the edge of her bed, and dragged herself to the bathroom, where she splashed some cold water in her face. When she looked in the mirror, she groaned. "Yeah, cold water isn't gonna fix this mess. Not today."

With a deep sigh she got back to the bedroom and got dressed. Then she went downstairs for breakfast. She was only halfway down the stairs when she saw him sitting on the couch and she froze. Not a dream. Reality. He looked up immediately, almost if he had sensed her, and he smiled.

"Good morning. It's a bit of a full house as you can see. Sorry about that. We're just trying to find out what's going on as fast as we can."

"No, that's fine, that's…" Emma mumbled, not finishing her sentence.

"Hey Emma, there's toast in the kitchen. Did you sleep okay?" Charming greeted her when he saw her and Emma could tell he stopped himself from kissing her on the cheek.

"Does this look like the face of someone who slept okay?" she asked him while making her way to the kitchen.

"Well, it's not that odd," Charming said with an apologetic look on his face. "You've had a lot to process this week, what, with regaining your memories and coming back to Storybrooke."

"Yes David, I'm sure that's it," Snow said, rolling her eyes while she sat down next to her husband.

Emma glanced at Graham for a second, but then focussed on her toast again. After their reunion last night, she'd felt so exhausted that she could hardly stand on her feet, so her parents had asked Graham to leave so she could sleep. They hadn't had a proper chance to talk yet, and she didn't know how to. She'd spent the bigger part of last night trying to figure out how to deal with all of this, what to say to him. So far, however, she'd drawn a blank. This, she considered to be strange, not to mention annoying. After Graham died, she'd often fantasized about him coming back somehow. Hell, with all the magic floating around, she'd considered this to be more than a possibility. She'd thought of what she would do, and say, and what would happen with them. But the more time had passed, the more she'd realized that he wasn't coming back. And she'd bumped into Neal again, and Hook had come to Storybrooke, and she'd spend most of her time dealing with them, and her feelings for both men. Never did she think she would ever have to deal again with the man who opened her heart to love again. And yet, here he was. Staring at her, as she could practically feel his eyes burning holes into her back. She sighed.

Then, a loud pounding on the front door interrupted her stream of thoughts and, alarmed, she looked up. Charming answered the knocking, and a man she had never seen before came in.

"Sorry to barge in on you so early in the morning, but we have a problem," he said, facing both Charmings and Graham. "Flying monkeys are attacking the town."

For a few seconds, no one knew what to say. Then, Snow spoke. "Eh… and when you say flying monkeys, is that some sort of metaphor, or..?"

"Afraid not. There really are monkeys out there right now. With wings."

"Actual flying monkeys then. Of course, why not. This is Storybrooke after all." Snow sighed, while she sat down on the couch again.

"When you say they're attacking people, do you mean they're harassing them, or something worse?" Emma asked the man.

"They're scratching them with their claws, hitting people with their wings, and one of my men has been taken by a monkey. We tried to catch up with it, but it was simply too fast and vanished from our sight. Everyone else managed to get inside the shops and their houses fairly quickly, thankfully." He extended his arm. "You must be Emma. I'm Robin, of Locksley."

Emma cautiously shook his hand. "Robin? As in Robin Hood?" When Charming nodded after she looked at him for conformation, she sighed. "Just when I thought I had met them all. No offense to you, Robin, but did you guys not tell me just last night how you were being careful with the new people here?"

"We are, but Robin has proven himself to be on our side from the beginning. He and his men have been helping us out, trying to uncover clues about our stay here, and who might be behind it," Graham explained.

Emma frowned. "Well, if you say so. You all wouldn't happen to know each other from the Enchanted Forest, now would you?"

"I've definitely heard of Snow White and her bravery in defying Regina, but I've never met her," Robin said, then added, "from what we remember, of course."

"Pesky little Curse," Emma murmured. "Flying moneys, though. It somehow rings a bell. Have you ever dealt with this before you came here? The first time, I mean."

"No, we've never seen creatures like this before. Wherever they're from, they're not from our Land," Charming replied.

"So I guess it's safe to say they belong to whoever brought all of you back here," Emma said.

Charming nodded. "I think we need to dig harder, search for more clues. We've been here for a month now, and today's the first time something's happened that might have something to do with this new Curse. Emma, why don't you and I go into the forest and see what we can find there. Robin, Graham; you head into town and question all the new people. Then question our friends about these new people. See if there's any inconsistency in one of the stories. Snow, I'll call Belle and have her bring her books so you can two can do some research. Will you be okay?"

Snow smiled. "David, I'm pregnant, not dying. I'll be fine. But why don't you switch with Graham, have him search the forest? You know, since he knows the woods so well."

Charming stared at his wife. "I know the woods well, too."

"I know you do, dear. But he was raised in them."

Charming muttered some inaudible words, then caved when Snow glared at him. "Fine, Robin and I'll go into town. We'll stop by Hook's room first, have him interrogate the less… human characters. Graham; you'll go with Emma." With that, Charming and Robin left.

Emma shook her head while she turned to Snow. "That wasn't obvious at all."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Snow said with the most innocent look on her face.

"Of course you don't," Emma sighed. "Alright, let's go and see what we can find in the forest."

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Graham and Emma had been walking in the woods for the last 15 minutes without so much saying a word to each other. Although both seemed to have been on the brink of saying something more than once, they decided, each time again, it was better to just keep their mouth shut. A few more minutes passed before Emma grunted and stopped walking.

"Okay, this is ridiculous. We need to talk about this."

Graham stopped walking as well and turned to face her. "I agree. Look, I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable last night. Or now, or anytime, really. I know me being back must've been quite a shock, but -"

"It was a little more than a shock, Graham," Emma interrupted him. "And I don't think you know how confused I am." She sat down on a big log and sighed.

"So, then tell me," Graham said, sitting down next to her.

"When I first got here two years ago, you were one of the first people to show any interest in me. You were kind, got me a job as your Deputy. You were a genuine good guy, and it had been a very long while since I'd met one of those. But then you died in my arms, and I somehow felt like… like that was karma, you know. For me, not for you," she clarified when she saw the confused look on his face.

"I felt like it was just another sign to just not get involved with anyone. I'd been alone for a very long time and I figured that was the best way to live. But you dying… I realized that it had simply been the easiest way to live, only now I couldn't do anything about it anymore, because you were gone." She breathed out as she struggled to find the right words. Long, deep conversations had never been her thing.

"Your death hurt me. A lot. And while it may have seemed like I was doing okay to the outside world, on the inside, I felt like complete and utter crap. Eventually, I did learn how to deal with it, and there were plenty of other things to focus on around here, with new villains every damn week. And I thought I'd moved past it, you know. That I was over all of it." So far, she had stared at the ground while talking, but now she looked up, into those beautiful eyes of his.

"But then last year came, and Henry's memories and mine were wiped. Storybrooke, my parents, all of it, it was gone. Except for you. I kept seeing you everywhere; in my dreams, on the streets. Even with all the powerful magic Regina used on us, my memory of you still somehow lingered in the back of my mind. And to be honest, that terrifies me. Because why was your memory there? Why not my parents, or Neal, or even Hook? What is so special about you?"

She fell silent, not knowing what else to say. Graham studied her face for a while, while letting her words sink in. Then he spoke. "Well, I can't exactly tell you what's so special about me, because that would require me to know that myself. And even if I did know, I would come off a bit arrogant, now wouldn't I? I can't tell you why you saw me, instead of anyone else. Maybe it's because I was always just Graham, rather than the Huntsman as well. Everyone else turned out to have another identity, I mean, your best friend turned out to be your mother, it's not something you find out every day. But me, I was someone from your life from before all this. When you were just Emma, instead of the Savior, or a princess or the daughter of Snow White and prince Charming."

"Do you really think so? Emma asked him.

"I don't know, to be honest, I'm just suggesting things right now." Graham smiled. "I don't mean to make you feel any more uncomfortable, Emma. But perhaps it does have something to with our backgrounds. Me as the Huntsman, you as the daughter of Snow White and prince Charming."

"What makes you say that?"

"Because according to your son, you are alive because of me. The day before my death, I went to Henry to ask him about his theory that we were all fairytale characters from his book. He told me that in my life as the Huntsman, I had both saved your mother's and your father's life, and thus enabled to them to find each other and be together, resulting in your birth."

"Oh. That's... possible," Emma said. "Although maybe next time you could leave out the part where you were around before I was born? Cause that makes me feel just a little bit creepy."

Graham laughed. "Sounds like a good promise to me." Then he continued. "Truth is, I don't know why you were seeing me. All we've got are theories, nothing more."

Emma sighed. "Our lives sure are complicated, aren't they."

"Only if we allow them to be." Graham smiled, then stood up. "Alright, let's go find ourselves some flying monkeys. That is why we're here after all."

"No, that's why I'm here," Emma said, getting up and dusting off her pants. "You're here because Mary Margaret told you to switch places with David."

"Ah yes. Queen of subtlety," Graham said.

"Hardly," Emma laughed. Then she hooked her arm into Graham's. "So, flying monkeys. Let's go."