Summary: Just a quick, short, fluffy moment between Henry and Emma. Sunlight and music. Set somewhere in season 1.

Soft notes from a guitar floated in the weak, afternoon light. Henry paused as he unlocked the door softly to Mary Margaret and Emma's apartment. Confusion colored his expression as he quietly peeked around the door.

Relaxing on the couch was Emma, face relaxed as she plucked the strings on the acoustic she cradled in her lap. While there wasn't any serious concentration, her fingers were deft and quick as they switched between chords.

The notes coming from the instrument were sure and sweet, the guitar in tune and played by knowledgeable hands.

Henry shut the door and the sounds of the guitar stopped, echoing into silence. Emma looked over the back of the couch.

"Kid," she exclaimed as she sat up and carefully set the guitar to stand against the coffee table. "What are you doing here?"

"Wanted to spend time with you," he shrugged nonchalantly. His eyes drawn to the instrument, the cogs turning in his mind were almost visible. "You play?"

A soft smile graced Emma's lips as her own hazel eyes flicked to the guitar. "Yea, I do. Have for a few years now."

"That's cool." He bit his lip as he shrugged his backpack onto a dining chair. "Think you could teach me?"

Surprise and then muted joy came to Emma's face. Smiling, she opened her hands and arms in a nonchalant gesture. "Sure kid, if you can get your mom to agree."

She nearly laughed out loud at his downcast expression. "Hey, I'll try and help you out and talk to your mom. I might even be able to get a beginner guitar for you somewhere for cheap, but worth your time."

"Sweet thanks Emma." His innocent smile warmed the blonde's heart. Glad she had learned something in her life that she could bond over with her son.