One simple kiss from Emma had started a search for the quest. Graham had found himself going after a wolf that led him to a grave. Had he been able to search harder maybe he would have found his heart.  The only good thing that had come out of that night was being able to get his feelings off his chest to Regina. He didn't need that feelingless relationship, no he needed to feel something. When Emma and Graham had gotten back to the police station Graham made sure to take care of the cut on Emma's head.  He could still remember the look in her eyes and the way his heart felt. When Emma kissed him all of it came back. Snow White, the Evil Queen, how she had locked his heart in a box. Everything in that book of Henry's was true, which meant Emma was really the daughter of Snow White. It wasn't that impossible of a leap.  The last thing he remembered was thanking her and then sudden pain. 

Everything went dark until somehow he ended up in Mary-Margaret's place. He had figured that not a lot of time had gone by, but he couldn't recall anything between the Sheriff's office and Mary's place. What he did know was that Mary was Snow White and Regina the evil queen. Mary and Graham had a nice chat, she caught him up on the fact that years had passed, that he had in fact been dead. He asked her not to tell Emma, but to call her in fifteen minutes and tell her she was at the Sheriff's office needing to speak to her. It took a few puppy dog faces and a little begging to get her to agree.  Mary of course would not be there when Emma would arrive.

Graham found himself in the outfit he had left the world in a nice button down shirt , vest, and tie. He saw his coat was still on the rack even after being dead for a couple of years.  A warm smile came to his face as he reached to touch it. Memories, lots of memories came back as he touched the coat. He wasn't exactly ready to rejoin the community as Sheriff, in fact he wasn't sure how the town would react to his being back, but first thing on his list was to get Emma's reaction. He moved his coat from the coat rack onto the back of his chair in his old office.  Graham  then headed back toward what was Emma's desk when he had appointed her Deputy. It was then that he heard the front door open and Emma's voice. Graham quickly laid himself on the floor behind the desk as where he was when he had died. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his chest from moving up and down. 


Emma Swan

She hated the way she got the job here in Storybrooke. Actually it was by election. No thanks to Gold setting up the explosion. But that wasn't how the whole thing started at all. All it started with was just a kiss. How was Emma supposed to know that Graham was with Regina in any way? In a serious manner that was. It wasn't as if she had stepped into Storybrooke with the agenda of taking Graham and running away with him. Though Emma had started a chain reaction with him. He began to remember that he was the Huntsman. How could he have recalled this before the curse broke? Perhaps it was because Emma had come there and the curse was slowly breaking? Emma wasn't sure. Even after all this time. All of it was still confusing. No, she believed now that she had seen everything. But still it was unbelievable. In the world she grew up in, these were all just fairy tales. 

She'd been at Granny's getting some hot chocolate like normal and it was a good day so far. Things were relatively quiet. Which on it's own was abnormal. Which in the end meant something was going to happen by the end of the night. She'd gotten to the point in which she was calling her parents 'Mom' and 'Dad.' The Sheriff knew how happy it made her parents and to tell the truth, it was feeling a lot better calling them that. It made it feel like a real family now. Not that it wasn't before. But to have a mother, father and son made their family complete. All she needed now was a man in her life. Her mother and father had their own ideas of who that man should be and of course Henry was routing for Neal. Of course he was. It was after all his father. Then there was Hook. How could she not be attracted to such a handsome rogue?

Hearing her phone ring, she looked down at the caller I.D. and saw the name 'Mom.' Answering it in the same manner, she heard her tell her she was at the Sheriff's station and needed to see her. It was an odd place for her to be seeing that she would normally be at home. But she went there to meet up with her. Stepping inside, she didn't hear the shuffling about that she thought she might have. Figuring that her mother may have come to bring her food or something along those lines. But that was not the case. "Mom?" 

When not a word was uttered back, she slowed down and cautiously moved around the corner. Graham's jacket was missing? Pulling out her weapon, Emma Swan was going to make whoever took his jacket pay for this. Especially if it was Regina. Yes of course they got along better, but not that well. "Regina, if this is your idea of some kind of joke by taking his jacket, it's not funny." Gazing into her office she noted his jacket on the back of her chair? Stepping forward she saw feet? Holstering her weapon quickly, she rounded the desk and saw the person on the floor. "Graham? No, no, no." Sliding to the floor, she touched him to see if this was real. "This is a cruel joke by Regina. It has to be." He felt so real though. Slipping his head onto her lap, she cried. If she could just have him for a few more minutes, she'd be happy. Stroking his hair, Emma said, "If you only knew. God, I wish you were real." 

Graham/Huntsman

Graham hated being Sheriff, well he didn't always hate being sheriff. Sure, he got to help people, but nothing really happened in Storybrooke until Emma arrived. Everything was routine. There were a few cats struck in trees and some random mischievous kids that he had to deal with, but nothing as exciting as the things that happened after the spunky blonde had arrived. He had never really felt anything until Emma had come in to town. If it hadn't been for her and Henry he wouldn't have found out who he really was, why he couldn't feel. Sure to anyone else Henry's stories about fairytale characters under a curse sounded absurd, but it explained so much about himself. It explained things he never could explain.

Graham heard her speak of Regina taking his jacket. The way the words had left Emma's lips meant she had not forgotten about him, that she still cared. He could tell that by the fact that she had kept his jacket, but it didn't have as big as an impact on him as hearing her speak about the jacket. He breathed through his nose so that he could silently get another breath in before having to stop breathing. He heard her feet move. Suddenly he felt vibrations of the floor along with a sound. He kept his act together as he felt her move his head onto her lap.The way her hands moved through his hair encouraged him to keep still.

The huntsman tried his best not to listen to her words. If Graham had listened it might interfere with his playing dead. He was going to try to hold on till he would need to gasp for air, before his body might turn another color. He should have just gasped already, but he was wanting to see if she'd kiss him. In order to distract himself from need of oxygen he started to think of earlier today. He was relaying what he and Snow had talked about in his head. The conversation of hot coco about how he had actually managed to get back on the world and how the world would think he had come back.

Emma Swan

Emma remembered the day of the mine collapse. It was the very moment that she'd put on her deputy badge. It seemed as though she'd sealed the town's fate by saying 'Hey, I'm here to stay!' This also told the town that she was going to break the curse. This opened the mine so they could start mining diamonds for the fairy dust. Once the curse was broken. She had always wondered why Graham had offered her a job. He said it had been because he had money in the budget and it was his station. So he was pretty much disobeying Regina at that point. But why? Everyone was so afraid of her at that time and he seemed to care less about the issue. Did he believe Henry's story and want to see if she could break the curse too? She'd never know. 

Tears had run down her face onto his body. It felt as though Regina were making her relive this moment over again for some reason yet unknown. She'd make her pay for it too. That tree would come down. Unable to say a proper goodbye the last time, she could only fathom giving him something this time. A kiss. Leaning forward as she cradled his head, she kissed his lips. Still warm as the day he died. This was why she knew it could not be true. They had buried Graham. This had to be for what she thought was trying to take him away from the Queen. Really it took two people. The kiss upon his lips was soft. All the while she sifted her nimble fingers through his hair. She liked his wild hair. 

Graham/Huntsman

There was something about Emma that he liked from the very beginning. He wasn't really sure what it was, maybe it was because she was different from everyone else. The moment her lips touched his he forced himself not to react. Allowing the kiss to continue for a few seconds before he gasped for air. His eyes opened to look up at Emma. He continued to cough, but it wasn't acting, it was a reaction from not having taken a breath in so long. "What happened? The last thing i remember was I was about to tell you Henry was right" He looked up at Emma as his hand went to his chest. "God that hurt. " His chest rose and fell as he looked over Emma's face. The huntsman's eyes roamed over Emma's face with a confused look on his face. "hey..." he said in a comforting voice as he raised his hand to her cheek and wiped away the tears. It was in this moment he noticed her shirt and tried to think back to the last thing he remembered before being in Mary's house.

"Did you change shirts? How long have I been out?" He started to get himself up on his feet, but stumbled. His hand clinching his chest. "And it is day time." His other hand moved to his head as it had hit something when he had 'passed out'. "Emma.." The huntsman moved his hands. He used one hand to scratch the back of his head as his other hand rested on his hip. Now that he was on his feet he could give the crying woman a good look over as if he was seeing if she was hurt. "Are you hurt? " His eyes then took notice of the badge she was wearing. "I was out for what several hours and you decide to take over being sheriff?" He pointed out the sheriff's badge on her belt. He took a few steps towards her. He didn't like seeing Emma cry it made him feel horrible.

Emma Swan

When his eyes opened, she pulled back quickly and gasped. Almost pulling away from him. "Graham! No. You..shou.." Shaking her head virgorously, she paused to listen to him and his questions. This was the last thing he remembered? You couldn't bring back the dead. Magic couldn't do it. Even Victor Frankenstein couldn't do it. The one time he was successful with Daniel, he wasn't the same. Something was wrong. This had to be an illusion of Regina's. "You can't be real, Graham." 

He was speaking to her as though he had woken up from a simple fall and bump on the head. "I'm having a dream, aren't I? If I am, I don't want to wake up." Her hand caressed his cheeks as she smiled that smile he loved so much under the tears she'd been unable to hide. "Henry was right. Just to confirm that. I know he was." Her head nodded confidently. Why was she talking to this figment of her imagination as though he were so very real? This dream was too real for her and Emma wanted desperately to stay asleep. Hopefully if she were crying aloud her parents wouldn't wake her. But his hands wiping away her tears were too real to give up on. 

"I've changed my shirt dozens of times since I last saw you, Graham." As he stood up, Emma moved closer to him to ensure that she was indeed not dreaming. Even pinching herself. It hurt. But it crossed her mind. If you are dreaming, how can you be sure if the pinch would wake you up? Wouldn't it feel just as real in the dream? "I'm not hurt. I'm just confused. It has to be a dream. Your jacket is back on your chair." 

But then he mentioned her badge. She was wearing her sheriff's badge. Not the deputy badge. It was getting more and more confusing by the moment. Pulling back her jacket she always wore, the Sheriff looked at it. "Graham, you're dead. At least you were. It's been 6, maybe 7 months now. I had to take over your job." Caressing his face still. "You look exactly the same." Emma's eyes were soft. Just like that last night they were together. "This has to be a dream." But it was a great one. She had felt something for Graham. Deep feelings that were flooding back. No, she couldn't let them. She'd wake to find out that he was still gone. Her skepticism was winning out. 

Graham/Huntsman

He had heard her say his name. The look on her face as he had looked up at her was that of confused. How he wished he could have done this another way, but it seemed like the best option. There would be no talk of how he really came back, no for all intensive purposes he had just come back moments ago in Emma's arms. It wasn't like he had known how the genie had managed to bring him back or the costs,so he really didn't have the answers.

"Emma"

He reached up and tried to brush some of her tears off her face, it was a few moments after that he had stood up and spoke of her taking his position and how his jacket was on his chair. "That's where I left it, on the back of my chair. I feel like i bumped my head, but maybe you are the one who bumped your head." He walked back into the office and grabbed his jacket. Coming out of the office with the jacket in hand he moved in front of her and slipped it back on.

"Last I checked I was sheriff, what seven hours ago, before I passed out." This was the best way to go about being alive again. He clearly had the same thoughts when he had first arrived, thinking time hadn't passed, so it wasn't really a lie, he was just saying it all over again and leaving out the genie and Mary Margaret bit. "You're cute thinking its been years. Did Regina do something to you? Back at the grave? Come on hand back the badge." Emma seemed to not be buying the fact that he was here. He then remembered the cut she had gotten and moved to touch her face. "I can prove it was only a few hours ago since I must have blacked out."

His left hand gently ran across one cheek while her other hand brushed away her hair to see how the cut was doing. "But, I could have sworn you were hurt. Yes, I was cleaning the small wound up and then we kissed and I recalled where Regina had my heart and black out." His eyes moved away from Emma's forehead and into her eyes. She was still thinking he wasn't real, while he was trying to convince her he was real. Once more spoke out loud how it was a dream and he looked at her with worried eyes. "Emma, stop it, I"m real. If I wasn't real could I kiss you." He slowly leaned in as one of his hands slid to the back of her head and the other stayed against her cheek. When their lips met he felt that same intense feeling he had felt two years ago. How such a feeling could live that long he wasn't sure and he wasn't going to question it. His hands lowered around her waist and pulled her close to him as his kisses became more patient. He broke it in order to get air, but left his forehead against her forehead.

When he got his jacket and slipped it on, she smiled. Oh how wonderful he looked in his shirt, pants, vest and jacket. It's what she liked about him physically. Well, he was a very handsome man. There was no denying it. But Graham was different. Since she had gotten here, he'd gone from doing everything Regina wanted to seeing what kind of woman Regina really was and turned around completely. Not that she had expected him to hire her or even come to like her. But that surely was a benefit. 

"I can't give you the badge back, Graham. Honestly I can't. Like I said, it's been a few months. We buried you. Believe me when I tell you that. You trust me. Otherwise you wouldn't have hired me." Yes she remembered the night he cared for her cut. It hurt slightly. Emma felt like a little kid when she flinched. When he moved his hand in to check for the wound, she took his hand and held it gently. "I did get hurt that night. It's healed." It was then that his hand proceeded to the back of her neck while the other remained on her cheek and pulled her closer. Asking her that inevitable question. Could he kiss her if he wasn't real? The kiss was just as 'magical' as it had been two years ago. Her hands slid down his arms and clenched them until the kiss ended. This time when it ended he didn't say thank you. Graham just pulled Emma closer and put their foreheads together. Gazing into his eyes, Emma smiled. "You know, I have to say if I'm dreaming, I don't want to wake up, Graham." A laugh came out. Not something many people heard from her very often, but this was different. Graham was back. Though this was confusing. Neal and Hook were both here too. Oh forget it. I think I'll just enjoy the moment. "What happened to you? Do you remember anything?"

"It's okay Emma. It looks good on you" He tapped it with his fingers as he looked down at the badge that sat on her waist. Her forehead still against her's and a soft smile on his lips. The smile fading as she insisted that it had been months and that he was buried. "You are telling the truth." There were some delays in the words that slipped from his lips. His head moved away from Emma's as his hands moved to rest on her hips. He lifted his hands and placed them back only to lift them once more and step away from her. He ran his hand across his head as he tried to think back.

"I remember being here with you. I remember feeling like my heart had been crushed just after I remembered everything. About how I saved Snow, about the Queen's father's resting place and the hearts, so I figure that was Regina's doing since she has my heart. After that everything grew dark and then I just woke up here." He said as he walked around the room and then turned around to look at Emma. "Has it really been months? " He wasn't really sure what he should be doing now. "Months? What am I suppose to do, Emma?" It was a genuine honest question. Even if Graham's first memory being back was waking up in the sherrif's office was a lie his question was very honest.

He moved to take off his coat and placed it on the coat rack. He wasn't going to be needing his jacket. It sort of went with the job, when he wore it he felt like sheriff. He moved back and forth and then stopped. "What of Regina? Has she been taken care of yet? I mean clearly she's the one that tried to kill me or well by your words succeeded to. " He was so sure of himself, so sure that Regina had done this to him, ripped away almost seven months of his life. He walked back toward Emma. "No, you know what that doesn't matter right now" . He would have time to deal with Regina later. His feet took him back to standing a few inches away from Emma. " it may have been almost seven months for you, but I swear it hasn't felt like more than a few hours had passed for me. I don't know why or how, all I know is we are together in the same room and that feeling I had apparently died with is still there, still equally as strong."

Henry had been spending most of the day at the park with  Grace, Ava and Nicholas just having lots of fun, fun like normal kids do, he was actually glad they had agreed to play some games with him, that they were not scared of him because he was the adopted son of Regina Mills, The Evil Queen. A lot of the other kids still were weary of becoming friends with him, scared that if they did his adopted mum would try and hurt them. It really made making friends hard for Henry, he didn't like it he just rather wished they would realize that it wasn't that dangerous to be friends with him, he didn't think his mum would hurt his friends. Plus they seemed to forget he was also the son of Emma Swan, their Sheriff, the Saviour the women that had broken the curse and it was him who had helped do that. Though he did seem to be getting more friends at school recently but he suspected that was because of the curse being broken, and the people he knew from school were now growing up with him as well. 

IT was Grace, Ava and Nicholas who did not care  if he was adopted by The Evil Queen, yes they were weary of her but they were not going to let that stop them from being friends with Henry, this was something he was really, really thankful for. So they had spent as much time as possible at the park , just playing normal childish games, such as hid and seek, a game that Henry was certainly very good at he'd found them all at least five time's when he was the seeker. There was Tig and a few other games that were played, they played around the slide and Henry even gave Nicholas one of his walkie talkies for a game they were playing.

Now though Henry was on his way to the Sheriffs station having said goodbye with his friends, he was little tired now and he just wanted to go spend time with Emma, to see if there was anything he could help her with right now, maybe she had a case going and they could go solve a crime together, that would be awesome! Another idea was that they could maybe start up a new operation like with Operation Cobra, he was sure there was something they could stumble upon, there was always something for Heroes to do, some evil to stop they just had to find it , together. He was determined to spend time with Emma, he loved her, she was his real mum and she was just amazing, after all she broke the curse, he wanted to do more with her get to know her even more than he did during the curse. So Henry ran all the way to the Sheriffs station assuming she would be there by now, he was also hungry and he thought maybe Emma might come to granny's with him to get something to eat. 

Henry stopped  running when he got the Sheriff station he wasn't out of breath but eh didn't want to slip over on the floor in there so he walked the rest of the way calling out for Emma. "MUM!" Henry shouted out hoping she was here and she could hear him. "MUM! Are you in here?" Henry called out having started to call Emma mum, more than her name recently, he got closer to the door to the where the office and the cells would be sure he could here voices, one of them a man's not Emma's. He walked in and began to speak "mu......" but he both stopped speaking and stopped dead in his tracks when he noticed exactly who it was Emma was speaking to, Henry just looked at him, a look of absolute shock on the eleven year old's face, he stood there for a moment unsure of if he was imagining it. Henry thought suddenly moved swiftly not even caring if Graham was supposed to be dead or not, he ran up to him and hugged him tightly not even saying a word.

all you did was show.

that anyone can change her life.

The Sheriff's office was hardly busy, but Snow could hear the conversations going on. Henry must have just arrived because he was yelling out for her to let her know that he was there. His call stopped mid sentence, and she knew exactly what Henry was looking at. Her eyes moved over to @charming. He knew what was going on, but like her - he would have to feign surprise when they laid eyes on Graham. Mary Margaret tried a few times to repeat to herself that he was dead…but the image of him walking around her apartment not half an hour ago was much too fresh on her mind. Her nerves were a bit shot, between Graham and the Genie lamp that she'd left at her apartment. What were they going to do with him? He wasn't just the genie - but he was also the Knave of Hearts, from Wonderland. The events that were unfolding were getting more and more curious. 

Snow hesitated with every step towards the open area that Emma and David worked. She hated lying, and the stakes hadn't been higher. "Henry, are you okay..." she entered the room and stopped right next to her grandson. He was staring at Graham in shock. In fact, the look on his face mirrored the way Mary Margaret's had looked when he appeared in her apartment. "Emma…what's going on?" she asked, her eyes widening a little bit as she looked between Emma and Graham. It seemed much easier to turn the questions on her daughter, as guilty as she felt about it. But it would mean that the questions wouldn't be aimed at her. At least, not for a little while longer.

"Graham..." she hesitated, and then looked over at David, who mirrored her own expression. "Aren't you…I mean…" she looked guilty for a moment. It was genuine, but Emma wouldn't realize what the true reason for the guilt was. "…we thought you were dead," she finished, her eyes moving from her daughter to the Huntsman. Snow moved forward and gave him a hug. "I'm so glad you're not…and it's good to see you again, Huntsman," she smiled at him, and gently touched his cheek for just a moment before stepping back. The curse had broken now, and it also would have been the first time she'd seen 'The Huntsman' in 28 years.

Just because she was happy about the situation, didn't mean her face was any less questioning. Still, she was afraid to say anything more - for fear of someone seeing the anxiety through the surprise she was mostly successfully displaying to the people around her. Mary Margaret moved back over to where her charming prince was, and gave him a knowing look as her back was turned to everyone else. She took his hand and squeezed it, the communication between them effortless. There was no telling what her life would have been like if she didn't have David by her side. The support he gave her, even now, was greater than any she'd ever known.

0513! family! sheriff's office! wearing!

Henry Mills, Emma Swan, Graham/Huntsman, @charming

She'd heard Henry's voice and closed her eyes knowing that even if she told the kid to stay back, he'd come running head strong into any situation. He was so much like her and Neal combined. He was doomed in the new Storybrooke. Hell, he could get himself killed. "Yeah, kid. I'm in here, just don't worry about it right now. I'll be right.. shit." Well there went that. Henry had seen Graham. Not only that, he'd run up to him without hesitation. She laughed because she didn't know how to react to seeing him at first either. Except be unsure as to how he had come to be again. 

"Henry, come on. Give him some breathing room. We don't know what happened and we're trying to figure that out right now. So don't put him under any pressure. Let us figure it out, alright?" In truth she didn't know what the Hell to do or say. From everything she knew, Magic couldn't bring back the dead. She'd have to talk to her parents because there was no way in Hell she'd talk to Regina. In fact somehow she thought that witch had something to do with all this. Not that she would say something about it to anyone. 

Just then in walked her parents Mary Margaret and David. Her mother seemed just as shocked as she did when she saw that Graham was alive again. "Do either of you know how this could happen? I don't know and I'm not going to ask Regina because I don't think that I'll get a straight answer out of her." Looking down at Henry, she gave him a sad look. "I'm sorry, Henry, but it's true. I don't think that she'll help me or give me any answers or do me any favors." It was true. She'd been the one to kill Graham. 

Her parents were the only adults she honestly trusted in town without recourse. Not because she didn't know anyone, but since the curse broke, or even before that, she didn't really know anyone. In truth not even Henry. Emma liked it that way. People here were insistant to get to know her. She wasn't used to such closeness. Not since Neal. 

@charming Graham/Huntsman Henry Mills @snow

Lowers himself to a knee and takes in Henry in a big tight hug. "Hello Henry, I missed you too, though I swore I saw you yesterday" It was true the last memories he remembered were of being in Emma's arms and then he woke up back in this world. It was like time hadn't passed, but clearly it had." You are so tall, how did you get so tall" The accent rolling off his lips the same way it had back before he had died. "Your mom is right, we are figuring it out. I'll let you know when I know more details kid" -messes up Henry's hair. A moment later Snow and Charming were coming through the door. The look on their faces brought a smile to his. "Charming, Snow"

There was a pause as he starred at them, before moving away from his hug with Henry, standing up and moving to embrace them. "My friend, it is good to see you, you know as Snow and Charming that is." He saved both of their lives and tried to get them together no matter the cost. IT had even cost him his heart and he was fine with it. He embraced them both at the same time. Left arm around one shoulder of Mary and the right around the shoulder of Charming. "Really, Really glad to see you all " He suddenly thought they wouldn't know who they are. Relapsing into the thought that he had just woken up only hours after being killed. When none of them reacted like she had just blown some major secret he relaxed a bit more.

Sees Mary Margtet wanting just an individual hugs and gives it to her. "I'm glad as well. How are you Snow, What happened? did y'all get married? He wanted to know what had happened between Snow and Charming while he was locked away in the Castle with out a heart..

Emma Swan Henry Mills @snow @charming

all you did was show.

that anyone can change her life.

Snow hated lying to the people she loved most. It wasn't the worst objection she'd felt to something she'd done…after all, she'd done much worse than lie…but it didn't make this feel any better. The answer that Graham and Emma gave Henry made her cringe a little inside. Still figuring it out…but they couldn't really figure it out until they knew more about the genie, and why he was there. This had been the Land Without Magic for so long - and now it seemed like magic was doing the impossible. Her eyes fell on the Huntsman and she wondered what truth they would find behind him having life again. The price for his life could be at the cost of her own…or Emma's…or anyone she loved. The most important ones were in the room with them right that moment.

Graham greeted both her and Charming with a bright smile and a hug - as if it were the first time he had seen them as themselves and not their Storybrooke counterparts. That was true for Charming at least...

"It's really wonderful to see you, too…but..." she trailed off, her expression contorting into confusion and concern. Both emotions that were entirely genuine. When he pulled away a little bit he asked them if they got married "Well…you're looking at our daughter…so, yeah, we did," Snow White beamed and looked at Emma and then over at David. She had a hard time keeping a smile off her face any time she thought or spoke about her family. "I really wish you could have been there at our wedding. We owe you more than we can ever repay," she told him, and nodded. Perhaps they would soon pay that debt, as they might loose something precious in return for bringing him back to the land of the living.

Her eyes moved over to Emma, who had looked at both of her parents…who she trusted more than anyone else, and asked them if they knew of a way that Graham could have been brought back. Snow could feel her chest constrict as her heart lamented the lie that she was about to tell her. That they both were. "We don't, Emma. But…I'm worried. When Gold and Regina find out what happened they're going to be looking for the source of magic that powerful," she commented, her concern quite clear in her tone of voice.

0408! family! sheriff's office! wearing!

Henry Mills, Emma Swan, Graham/Huntsman, @charming

Henry was hugging Graham for what felt like forever, he didn't want to let go not at all, no matter who asked him to, because this hug was proof that he was here and there in front of him, that he was actually alive now and not dead, how he didn't care in the moment, he was just happy to see Graham alive again. Henry was more frightened that if he let go then Graham would just vanish as if he was never really, there it might be a dream, but it felt too real to be a dream, he didn't want to have hope that he really was alive, only to have it torn away again. When people died, they usually stayed dead, that's what he knew, he was also confused at how he was alive. "Your alive," Henry mumbled as he was swept up into a big tight hug by Graham, he then peaked out from the hug out at Emma. "He's alive mom," Henry continued a lot more joyful, before looking at his face curiously, he wasn't sure how but it was sooo cool that he was back. "You don't remember being dead?" Henry asked tilting his head to the side a bit question's plain as day on his face.

His face lit up and he smiled when he mentioned he got taller, he beamed proudly at that, "I grew, Graham you missed my birthday, I'm 11 now, you missed a lot mom broke the curse," he told him excitedly talking as if he had only left town for a while, adjusting to the fact he was alive quite quickly.  He looked over at his mom and then kicked his feet together before taking a few steps back. "Sorry mom I will sorry, it's just he's been gone for so long," Henry said sadly looking between them before down at the floor, "it's my fault he died," while Henry had gotten over the fact that heroes could win even though villains fought dirty, he still felt Graham's death had been his fault, he had told him who he was and to go after the vault. Henry giggled slightly when he messed up his hair, "can I help?" Henry asked both Graham and Emma eagerly, "maybe there's something in the book about this."  He told the both of them before slinging his backpack off his back.  

"Hey Gram's, Grampa," Henry smiled noticing them and waving back extremely happy and quickly went to sit down before listening to the conversation the adults were having, while he routed around in his back for his book. He looked up when his mom was mentioned. "I know," Henry replied just as sadly looking up at Emma for a moment before he got an idea, "I can ask her though mom, she'll listen to me, she wont say no to me mom," well she might but that was beyond the point, he would try his hardest, plus he could always snoop around if that didn't work.

emmaswan Graham/Huntsman @charming @snow