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@thelostsaviorswan
Cillian looked up when the deputy asked for him. In his experience when the law was looking for him specifically, it usually wasn’t a good thing. “That would be me, lass, what can I do for you?”
Well, that had been easy at least. Emma crossed her arms over her chest as she sized up the guy before her. "There was a call about some disturbance down here, and your name happened to come up. Any idea why that might be?"
Nods his head as she speaks, “This is very true but, I like to think that anything is alright in moderation. If you can control yourself and make sure to cut yourself off before you get to that point where it’s become a true addiction then you’re fine.” Nods again, “I’m aware most people aren’t capable of this, it’s why so many things along those lines sell so well.” He paused for a moment before he continues, “There are exceptions to this as well, some things that should always just be in the don’t even think about it side.”
Graham was used to how things were and this town wasn’t huge on change but, she did have a point. He always cared about animals and therefore the environment and what she said was a valid point. ”I suppose I could bring it to the mayor, see if I can set a few like this in motion. I can’t guarantee it but, saving trees is a good reason.”
"And how many things are in your 'don't even think about it side', sheriff?" Emma questioned as she leaned back against the booth. "Because tonight you're showing that you're willing to do a whole lot of things a wholesome town sheriff wouldn't dream of." She couldn't help but keep joking, her sarcasm thick with each word.
The saving trees bit had been in jest, but hell if it was enough to get her an actual working computer that could do more than play minesweeper, she was more than okay with that. "If our madam mayor agrees to it, I can probably find us a couple of good quality computers with lower price. The one good thing about my former job, it gets you a few connections."
"Hey, do you know where I can find Cillian?" Emma asked the stranger uncertainly. Starting the day off with a disturbance call was definitely not the best way to start off the week, but at least it wasn't more paperwork.
Gene sighed and leaned his head back against the wall. He was so tired of people rifling through his bag. He didn’t expect anyone else to realize that was his home. The only clothes he owned were tucked away neatly. His wallet with his real ID pushed safely to the bottom. A cheap pay as you go cell phone for emergencies only next to it. A notebook that he tended to write and draw in. The only lead into his world that he never shared with anyone. Even Graham knew better then to try and open it. A bottle of water that he refilled at whatever fountain was nearest. And of course, a lock pick set that he was shocked Graham hadn’t actually confiscated this time around. It was the third or fourth time he had replaced that.
"A couple of nice watches, and some jewelry this time." He shrugged. Normally he’d be full of attitude, but he had burned it all out on Graham last night. He didn’t have time to screw with the Deputy right now. "They honestly weren’t that great though. I mean, there is way better silver out there." He couldn’t help the laugh as he ran his fingers along his knee and watched her as her hands went into his home. It was literally the worse feeling watching someone go through his bag. The worse.
Emma rose a brow at the kid as she opened up the bag. "This time? Let me guess, you've made a living off of it," she said sarcastically. Yet one glance downwards into the bag was enough to tell her that yes - he had been doing so. "How long have you been living like this?" she asked, trying to keep the sympathy out of her voice - to keep it professional. Too many foster kids ended up like this, herself included. Her hands paused, barely pushing a few items carefully to the side as she took in each bit of the bag.
All of the basics. Almost exactly the same things she'd had in her own bag eleven years ago. "This lock picker is pretty hardcore," she commented, lifting it from the bag, but leaving everything else more or less in place. After having her own bag torn apart at the police department, she knew how much it sucked to have it happen. Chances were, Graham had already done the same the night before. "So how many times has your little pick pocketing business gotten you into the slammer so far?"
Having an official day off was something that Emma was definitely not used to. Before coming to Storybrooke, she'd always kept mildly busy looking for new dirt bags to go after or searching for the ones she'd heard others had issues getting hold of. Now as she roamed around the small town - unable to remain still in her shared loft - she found herself at a loss of what to do. Figuring it'd be a good idea to walk around and get a better feel of the town without any distractions, she continued wandering around aimlessly. At least until she heard someone asking for her attention. "Yeah?"
Meeting Up || Henry & Emma
As he sat quietly munching on his sandwich, he heard a car drive closer and closer to his location before stopping, and the driver getting out and closing the door. He knew the sound of that car, it was Emma. She was here. Not a clue why she was there, but none the less, she was there. He looked up as she approached. He smiled lightly at her.
"Hey Emma, you want to come sit next to me and share my sandwich?". he asked as he looked at her. He slid over where he was sitting and patted the spot next to him. It wouldn’t matter if she chose not to sit next to him, but that’s okay, things happen.
A smile, a small one, but still one none the less. He still looked to be in one piece, which was what mattered most. "Sure," she smiled back as she neared the castle and propped herself up on the wood next to him. "What kind is it?" she asked, wishing she could get into the deeper stuff, but being fine with keeping to sandwiches for now. Anything so long as she could just talk to him.
Of course, there were a ton of questions in her mind. Wasn't he supposed to be in school right now? Had he been grounded, or just avoiding her? Or maybe... maybe he'd finally realized how dangerous his Operation Cobra investigations were getting. What if, after finding nothing in the mines and being in such a bad situation had scared him out of believing, or caring about the 'curse'? Would her purpose for being in his life be gone as well?
Off the beaten path...
Archie looked hesitant to dispense any more advice. But he had brought it up, to be fair. He shook his head, “I think Henry’s acting out is more complicated than him trying to get attention from Regina. That’s what I had originally thought, the fairy tale issue aside, he ran away from home, skipped stated just to find you. I think he’s confused. If he’s unhappy with Regina… I think he believes that you can save him and his life will automatically become exactly like he imagined.”
Archie sighed, “If you really don’t plan on seeking custody of him, I think you need to make that clear with Regina. I’m not saying I think you should back away from Henry. I know you’re worried about him. I’m saying… Well, Henry was lucky than most adopted kids finding their birth parents. You really care about him. So, whenever you return to Boston, there’s going to be a large impact on Henry’s life because you were here.”
Emma listened carefully to each and every word spoken from the therapist. Never in her life did she ever expect to find a confidant in one, after all they were always made out to be froofy and a waste of money. But what other choice did she have? Mary Margaret was great as a room mate and all, but she was full of way too much hope and happily ever afters to see just how dark the world could be. Archie on the other hand, was literally paid to know how bad the darker parts of life were. It didn't stop her from worrying about Henry's imaginary curse though. "What happens when he realizes I'm not the savior? That this curse isn't real and the only thing I can do is slap cuffs on the bad guys?" The questions terrified her to even ask out loud, but they'd been festering inside of her since the moment Henry told her about her being the savior of his curse.
Wincing slightly, Emma's face turned to overlook the darkened shops across the street. Did everyone in this town expect her to leave? It wasn't like she had any room to blame them. Regina had put up a pretty damn good case against her inability to stay in one place for long. That was another heart ache for another day. A very far off day. Being so open made her want to recoil. Even her shoulders hunched over slightly. "Maybe I should send her a basket of apples with a letter promising not to take him," she replied flippantly, her voice dripping with her sarcasm.
"I have another semester or two I think. I’m just trying to get all my basics covered as quick as I can, and finish." She gave a small yawn. "I think once I get that taken care of, and maybe a different job that won’t require such long hours for the money. Not that I’m not appreciative of Granny’s help." Ashley rambled a bit and shrugged. "But there is still time to figure things out."
"That's really great," Emma smiled. It was amazing to see her knocking down every last demon. "Let me know when you finish okay? If I'm still around, I'll keep an eye out for a better paying job for you." Feeling awkward about having even mentioned the possibility of staying for a year, Emma quickly grabbed her burger diving back into it. Would she still be here in a year?
Meeting Up || Henry & Emma
For what seemed like forever, Henry just could seem to bring himself to go outside. It had been a few days since the mine incident and it just seemed to be on repeat in his head and he just would rather stay with his mom where he was safe. After a few more days however, he decided it really was time to leave the house. He grabbed his back pack and story book and headed down to the wharf to sit.
The wharf seemed to always have a calming atmosphere for some reason. Sighing, he sat down on the edge and pulled out his sandwich and began to munch on it. He was glad he packed it, he was feeling slightly peckish after all
It'd been days since Emma had seen her kid. Days of paper work, worrying, and more paper work. Along with the occasional small talk with someone she barely knew. After talking to Archie, Emma had been left on edge. Scared that Henry might be upset with her in some way. Maybe she really wasn't be a very good mom to him. It was this train of thought that lead her to the very same place that everything began.
Somehow, it didn't really surprise her to see the shape of a kid sitting on the edge of the wooden castle when she got out of her yellow bug. Shoving her hands into her pockets, she walked across the grassy sands, wincing as the sea salt whipped through the wind towards her. "Hey kid," she greeted quietly as she neared him.
Off the beaten path...
"Being a single parent… tends to make them more protective of their child." Archie shook his head, "I’m sure it wasn’t your intention when coming here, but your being here makes Regina feel threatened."
It probably didn’t help that Archie had given Regina nothing short of a threat himself after being rescued. But he was putting his foot down. For Henry. He couldn’t help but feel responsible for Henry’s need to explore the mines. Not because he had “let his imagination run rampant” as Regina had said, but because had pushed the boy so brazenly into loosing his faith in Archie. Demanding Henry stop his fairy tale theory did exactly what he thought it would. He just hadn’t accounted for the physical danger that had followed.
The scrape on his forehead was hardly noticeable now and Pongo had needed a short visit to Dr. Thatcher for a small, but irritating slice of metal that had gotten caught between his toes.
Much as she hated to admit to herself, he had a point. No matter how much she disliked how Regina handled each event that had occurred since she'd arrived in Storybrooke, the fact of the matter was... Emma had barged into her life and threatened her. It didn't really matter that she'd stayed here without the intention of taking Henry from his adoptive mother. Emma was still there, showing up on Regina's stomping ground at every turn. Thinking in that way... almost made her feel guilty. Almost.
"I guess," Emma finally allowed. "I just wish she'd get it through her head that I don't want custody. He came to Boston to drag me here for a reason right?" The longer she stayed, the more sure she felt that this curse thing had been festering in his mind for longer than any of them suspected. That Regina had been treating him like a hostage and making him feel like he had to invent his own land through a books text. "How can I back off when the kid went through so much to get me here? Wouldn't it make me that much worse of a mom if I'd turned away from him?" She couldn't imagine having left Storybrooke for Boston again now. Couldn't imagine going back to her old life. A life without Henry.
Off the beaten path...
Archie nodded, seemingly taking it into consideration. It would be a challenge for Pongo he was sure, not tearing off at a rustle in the woods. Though he was sure the dog would appreciate the relative buffet of new smells.
"That sounds like an idea… How are things going with you and Henry?" Archie asked, not out of small talk but genuine interest. He believed Emma being here could be extremely beneficial to Henry, especially with Henry’s recent behavior and his feeling of displacement and abandonment, if handled correctly of course.
Ah, and there it was. The one thing she really didn't want to talk about. How were things with Henry? She didn't really know. The past few weeks had been such a blur, and with the mines collapsing and having to save his life... well. There really hadn't been any time to figure out where they really were with each other. She wasn't comfortable being a parent yet, but she was trying. The badge resting on her hip now had been the second 'big' step in her mind.
"They're... okay I guess. I haven't seen him in a couple of days. With all the clean up with the mines and paper work..." she trailed off with a shrug, feeling oddly sad now that she'd realized it had been pretty long since she'd been able to see him. "I guess I can't really blame Regina for wanting to keep a close eye on him right now." There it was, her real thoughts on the matter. No matter how hard Emma tried, Regina just couldn't accept that Emma cared for Henry too. Of course that wasn't about to stop her from trying to prove it.
"Well still, I really am thankful for it." She said with another smile. "Well I think it’s interesting. Then again, I’m the person who barely has time to breathe much less have a life. It’s alright though. It’s honestly a little self gratifying to know I’m doing it." She sighed and shrugged. She did really wish that Sean had come around, but he was still being controlled by his family. She didn’t expect him to ever be in Alexandra’s life.
Emma smiled awkwardly, not really sure what more to say. "Its great that you were able to prove just how strong you are. And how capable you are of doing the one thing they all said you couldn't." She could see how tired Ashley was, but that definitely wasn't all that was different about her. Honestly, Emma couldn't help but feel jealous as she sat before the living proof of what she could have been ten years ago. "So how long do you have to go until you finish night school?"
"I guess it’s alright. I shouldn’t expect so much anyway." He walked back to the bed and sat down on it before looking over at the deputy. He put his head in his hand and sighed a bit. All he wanted to do was get out of here. Even though he was really hungry. It wouldn’t do any good to try and explain that he hadn’t had a proper meal in days.
He shrugged a little bit. “It doesn’t really matter now. Sheriff took them all. Everyone can go back to their happy lives. Even though it sure was a pleasure to meet you.” He closed his eyes and let out a groan. “I know you can’t let me out, but can you at least let me have what’s left of my bag? Sheriff already went through it and took everything he could out of it.”
Emma hesitated at that. She had been just like the kid once. Slammed into a cell feeling like it was her against the world. Not knowing when her next meal would be, or when she'd be free of the small for walls. She stared intently at the kid for awhile, debating on calling Graham's phone to let him know to pick him up something to eat.
On second thought, Emma decided, Graham already knew the kid was here. He could pick up the breakfast if he wanted to. If not, oh well. "Sure you can have your bag back, but only after I search it to make sure you're not lying." Her senses told her he wasn't, but she might as well make absolute sure anyways. Pushing off the desk, she walked around, looking around the office until she spotted a bag that definitely hadn't been there the day before. "So what types of stolen possessions happened to find their way into your bag?" she asked as she picked up the bag and brought it over to her desk.
He laughed and nodded, “Coffee is nothing to be threatened by. It’s just meant to be enjoyed. You know, help you relax and enjoy it.” He nodded his head, maybe it was a form of a threat. A playful one but, one none the less. It could ultimately be looked at that he was saying she’ll be working some crazy hours with him. He didn’t want to make that happen but, he couldn’t control crime either. She already knew that though.
He nodded, “I’ve noted that almost.” He gave her a one corner of his mouth smile, “Everything causes paperwork but, you’ll get used to it before you know it and it’ll be quick to get done once you know how it all just generally works.” He said the words and took a breath, knowing that he life was generally a pile of endless paperwork. He did his job and having someone to help ease some of that was nice but, he’d still do what he could on his own. It’s what he was used to and how he liked operating. He just knew she would be fully capable of doing anything he tasked to her. It’s not really why he’d asked her to come on and work with him though.
Emma laughed once. "Coffee's entire purpose is to wind a person up. To keep them awake and alert. There's a reason people with caffeine addictions end up as jittery as a drug addict." She was half kidding, but really there was a reason she stayed away from the stuff as often as possible.
Pursing her lips, Emma thought that over. "I guess you're right. Just seems like a waste of trees and tax payers money to do so much of it. You guys should really update to computer filing." That had definitely been one of the things that surprised Emma in being here. Almost every place seemed to be stuck in the 90s or something with how little technology was to be found. "It's faster and saves trees."
"Is there a problem with my name?" He asked with a small eyebrow raise. It couldn’t hurt for her to know as little about him as possible, though as soon as Graham showed up that would all be ruined. But at least, this way he didn’t have to hear his name being spoken over and over. Gene stood up and walked over to the bars, leaning against them. "Don’t I get breakfast or something? I mean, it’s hard to remember on an empty stomach."
He just rolled his eyes at that one. Sure he had had a fake ID. It was to drink. But that think was expensive as hell and he had never been busted for using it. Sure Graham had found enough of them to cut them up but he had never been caught at the bar. As far as anyone there was concerned, he was Liam Jones, a twenty-two year old, or had a gambling problem. “No use making something up. It’s not like you couldn’t check that out.” He nodded his head towards his bag that was still sitting on the desk with a few items strung out of it. “I would say breaking an entering but I didn’t actually get caught doing it. Just with the possessions that somehow ended up in my bag.”
Emma shrugged, "Not really, it's just not a name I've heard before. Except maybe in grandparents." She really didn't like this kids attitude, and kind of wished that Graham had beaten her into work today. Couldn't he have called and left a message on her phone to let her know there was an annoying delinquent locked up? "Sorry kid, I'm the deputy, not the breakfast lady. Maybe you'll be lucky and the sheriff will bring you in something. I can get you water though."
Uncrossing her arms, Emma placed her palms on the corner of her desk, drumming her fingers against it. "I could look it up, but why do that when I have you right here to tell me the truth?" she shot back with a raised eyebrow. His lie about the whole breaking and entering thing was so obvious that Emma wouldn't have even needed her superpower to sense it. "Right, and I'm sure you're just a victim in all of this," she scoffed. "Stolen possessions don't just appear in a persons bag." She ought to know, considering she'd stolen enough things in her lifetime.
He nodded his head along with her words, “That’s very true but, sometimes they’re just as good a tracking down the ‘bad guys’” He smiled and pointed out as well but, knew he wasn’t going to push the subject further. All animals deserves to be happy and well taken care of and if she felt she wasn’t a good fit for that then, he would respect that. He chuckled, “I’ll get you drinking coffee before you realize it Deputy.”
He nodded as he reached over to take the door from her so she could step inside him following shortly after. He might’ve laughed at winning in other circumstances but, this just wasn’t something he felt like was funny. Delving into work only showed they both had things they’d rather escape and not admit. He walked to a booth to sit, nodding toward Ruby there, knowing she’ll fix him with his usual without needing to say anything. “I don’t mind paying, I’ve already said as much to you. We’re working so, I can count it as a work related expense. We do really need to stay awake right now. Sleeping on the job would be worse than a few dollars spent to avoid such.”
Emma brushed off the comment about the dogs helping down track the bad guys. Maybe around here they did, but in her world? They would have been pretty much useless. No, she'd definitely been better on her own before. "You make that sound like a threat Sheriff," she noted, but couldn't help but be slightly amused by his words.
The warmth of the diner had Emma rolling her shoulders out of her jacket as she followed Graham to a booth, sliding in on the other side before laying her jacket beside her. "Fair enough, at least we have something to do now, but I seriously didn't think the mines would make so much paperwork for us." She leaned her elbows into the table, crossing her arms as she eyed the diner, taking in who all was there. "It's almost enough to make me miss being a bail bonds person."
Eugene had been laying on the “bed” in the cell for hours now awake. Graham had finally left him alone to sleep after driving him crazy for hours. He honestly didn’t know if he was going to be released today or not, but he was strongly hoping that he would. Although, given a moment alone with the sheriff and he might have to see his fist in the other’s males face. He was still rather pissed he cut his ID up. There was no way he could swing a new one for probably a month. Especially with Graham on his ass.
When he heard the noise, he started to open his mouth and make a smart remark to the Graham, when he realized it was a woman. Must be the new deputy. Though, he hadn’t met her yet, he figured it wouldn’t be too long. His head cocked to the side and he did a small nod. “You can call me Liam, I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of meeting. Which is kind of a shame because you, my dear, are quite a site.”
"I’m sorry, that was probably a bit forward wasn’t it. I wasn’t expecting you in before the Sheriff."
"Liam? Really?"
She shouldn't have been so surprised, everyone in this town seemed to have odd names for current day people. Must be a small town thing. Still, Emma rolled her eyes and hooked her jacket onto the rack properly this time before crossing her arms as she crossed over to her desk. "Well considering the sheriff had to have been up pretty late to process everything in order to get you into that cell, I'm not surprised he's a little late." Seriously, did all of the decent action in this town happen after dinnertime?
"So instead of making lame attempts to hit on me, why don't you tell me what he busted you for," Emma suggested, sensing this kid wouldn't be a quiet inmate. Now she understood why Graham had the office with a door, besides the whole being the sheriff thing. "Let me guess; underage drinking." The words were half a joke, but he was definitely almost at the age of getting an ID, yet there were subtle signs in his face of still being a teen. Nineteen, maybe an early twenty, she guessed mentally.
