There's Such A Difference Between Us, And A Million Miles

Emma stopped in her tracks, swiveling around to look at Killian as the sounds of sirens were coming from the distance. Her eyes widened as she watched Killian tip-toe over to the window and gently sweep back the curtains, allowing blue and red flashing lights to brighten the room.

"Swan, go." Killian said, running over to her and putting a hand on each side of her arms. "Go, now!"

"No!" Emma replied, shaking her head and jerking out of his grasp. "I'm not leaving without you."

The sounds were getting louder, closer, and Emma knew there were minutes at mostbefore the cops bust into the room and found them.

"Please, please go." Killian was pleading, his voice strained and his breathing heavy. Emma shook her head again, wiping the tears away from her eyes. He brought his hands up to her, cupping her face and rubbing the apples of her cheeks. "Emma, we have a son, he needs his mother." He choked out.

"Henry needs his father, too." Emma brought her hands up to rest on his wrists. "I can't leave you here."

"Emma," He looked like he was in physical pain, and Emma hated that this was what their last moments were going to be like. "I need you to leave." When she still stayed planted, he took his hands away from her face and picked her up, running upstairs to the hall closet and shoving her inside, despite her protests along the way. "Stay in here, hide."

Emma took in a deep breath. "I love you."

"I love you, too."

"SPPD, open up." Even from upstairs, they could hear the police yelling from outside the door. Emma's heart began racing as she looked at Killian.

"Take Henry and leave Storybrooke. Go far away and become new people. Do this for me, okay?"

Emma nodded, having a hard time talking.

"Open up or we'll have to kick it down."

"I'm not a tearful goodbye kiss person… But maybe just this once." Emma grabbed Killian's face, bringing him to her and kissing him with every bit of love she had.

The door broke from downstairs, and Killian broke their kiss.

"I'll be out in 10 years. Wait for me, okay?"

Emma nodded. "I promise," she whispered.

Killian gave one last look before pushing her back into the far corner, moving coats around to cover her up and shutting the door.

It was pitch black. Emma brought her left hand up and covered her mouth and nose, trying to stifle her cries as she listened to what was going on outside the thin door.

"Put your hands where we can see 'em."

"I would, but I only have the one, mate."

Jingling, pounding, she could swear she heard an "oomph" coming from Killian's voice.

"Where is she?"

"Who?"

"Your accomplice – Emma Jones?"

"Not here."

There was stomping, doors opening and slamming.

There were footsteps outside in the hallway, and Emma knew it was a matter of time before they checked the bedrooms, the bathroom, and the very closet she was standing in. She pushed back even further, and something hard jabbed into her side. She looked down to see a black handle right next to her hip.

"You're telling us she didn't come with you to rob this house?"

"Aye."

Slowly, she turned it, and a secret door opened up to a rickety staircase. It was nearly pitch black, a draft, and she could feel spider webs in the doorway.

The door next to her – probably to the kid's bedroom – slammed open, and she knew it was now or never. She swiftly stepped into the passageway, moving the coats and linens around a bit so that whomever came in couldn't see anyone was in there, and silently closed the door.

Emma followed the stairs, not knowing where she was going through the house (or what she might meet). She could barely breathe, unsure if it was from the physical activity, the fear, or the heartbreak.

The staircase seemed to go on forever, and she heard the closet door she just vacated kicked in. She didn't look back, though, as she put one foot in front of the other, trying to block out the sounds and emotions she was going through.

Finally, she reached another doorway, and slowly, she went into that room.

It was some sort of attic, pitch black except for the moonlight coming in through the circle window at the front of the house. She got down on her hands and knees and crawled over to the window, merely peeking out of the glass to see what was going on outside.

Emma saw Killian walking with his arms cuffed behind his back, his head down. Two policemen were on both sides of him, pulling him to the farthest of three police cars. The lights were still flashing, although the sounds were gone, as four more policemen exited the front door.

She watched as Killian was pushed into the backseat of the car.

She watched as all the lights stopped flashing.

She watched as the three police cars drove away.

"I'll wait for you," she whispered, putting her hand up to the window. "I love you."

9 years, 363 days later…

The light was bright, coming in through the window and waking her up from a peaceful night's sleep. Emma rolled over, under the warm covers and scrunched her eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

"You forgot to close the blinds last night," she said, knowing that the man next to her was just as awake as she was.

He reached his hand up and placed it at the base of her neck, rubbing in small circles. "Sorry, Leia. I was a little… busy." Emma smiled, opening her eyes to see her boyfriend, Graham, grinning at her. "I promise I'll remember tonight."

Emma let out a chuckle. "Where have I heard that before?" She rolled over and picked up her phone, pressing it on. "Liam needs to be up in five minutes for school."

"He's probably already up," Graham said, sliding out of the bed and going to the bathroom. "It's the first day of school and he's going into junior high. You know he's been going back and forth between excited and scared for the last three weeks."

Emma admired his muscled back as he leaned over the tub to turn on the shower. "Yeah, well…" Emma finally pulled back the blanket and walked over to the dresser, finding the first pair of yoga pants and cami she could find. "I should already get breakfast started, then."

Graham made some sort of grunt in agreement as she left the bedroom, padding her way through the house to the kitchen. Sure enough, Henry was sitting in a pile of books and pencils and notebooks in the middle of the living room.

"Good morning, Liam," Emma said, more cheerfully than she actually felt. "Ready for your first day of middle school?"

"I don't have note cards!" Henry turned in his spot to face Emma, panic clear on his whole body. "Mom, we didn't get note cards!"

Emma laughed as she reached down to grab a pan to make some eggs. "Did you check the side pocket?" She moved over to the stove and turned it on, placing the pan on top.

Henry let out a loud sigh. "Oh, thank goodness," she heard him say. She shook her head as she smiled, leaning over the counter to put on the kitchen TV.

"In other news, Killian Jones is being released from prison in two days after serving a ten-year sentence."

Emma froze as she turned towards the TV, staring at the story they were telling on the news.

"Killian performed a series of armed robberies, ending up with nearly $800,000 worth of electronics and other property over his three years. His accomplice and wife, a woman named Emma Jones, and their son were never found when he went to jail in 2005."

Emma took a step towards the TV in a trance, looking at the mug shot of the man she fell in love with all those years ago. Her heart seized up as she stared, his blue eyes as vibrant as she remembered them.

"Killian was finally caught in St. Padre, New Mexico. After a three-week trial, he was sentenced to ten years in a minimum-security prison in Arizona. His wife has since been cleared of all charges due to Killian pleading guilty on all charges. He will be let out on a one-year parole."

"Mom? MOOOOM?" Henry yelled, waving his hand in front of her face.

Emma jumped in shock, slowly turning her head to look at him. "Mmm?"

"Are you okay? You dropped that plate and the eggs are brown, and you haven't moved in, like, five minutes."

She turned back to look at the TV, but the newscaster was onto a story about the state fair. "Yeah, um…" Emma shook her had, trying to erase everything in her mind. "Yeah, I just… You said you found your note cards?"

He had his father's hair, his nose, and when he smiled, it was all-Killian. Henry stared at her in that way that saw right through her, just like Killian used to. She hadn't put the two and two together until she saw his mug shot on the screen.

Henry rarely asked about his father anymore, having Graham around. He was only two when Killian left for prison and they traveled across country to Storybrooke. Emma changed their whole identities – they took on Killian's nickname for her, "Swan", as their last name. She's become Leia, her son was known as Liam (after Killian's brother). She died her hair brown, started to wear glasses again… It was easy enough to disappear, and after about a year, she stopped looking over her shoulder in fear of cops looking for "Emma and Henry Jones".

The following year, Graham moved to Storybrooke, and they just kind of… clicked. They became fast friends – even Henry at age three was smitten with him – but the promise she made to Killian was still on her mind. So, whenever Graham asked her out, she'd decline, saying they were better as friends.

But then, Killian went from the front of her mind, to the middle, to the back, until she had only a fleeting thought of him, once in a while. She was happy, and once she let Killian go, she was able to move forward with Graham, and the three of them – "Graham, Leia, and Liam" – became some sort of family.

It took Henry a surprisingly short time to take to the name "Liam", and now she doesn't even think of him as Henry Jones, or even herself as Emma Jones. They're Liam and Leia, and "Liam's" father died as a firefighter when he was a little boy.

Graham came out of their bedroom holding a towel up to his hair, rubbing it back and forth on his head and smiling, before he took in the room. "What happened?"

Emma looked over at their ruined breakfast. "I just had a little bit of trouble with breakfast. Cereal okay for your first day, kid?" She asked, turning back to Henry.

"No problem." He walked over to the cupboard and picked out the most sugary food he could find. She rolled her eyes but merely got out the milk for him.

Graham and Henry talked nonstop during breakfast, discussing middle school and how Henry had nothing to worry about. Emma kept looking at Henry, trying to ignore what she saw on the news this morning, but couldn't see "Liam" before her anymore. He was her son, Killian's son, Henry.

And the thought scared her.

"Leia," she heard Graham say, and her eyes shot back to her boyfriend. "Want me to take Liam to school? You seem sort of… Not yourself today."

Emma gave a soft smile. "Yeah, I think I just need a bit of time to myself." She scooted out of the chair and brought her bowl to the sink.

She walked over to Henry and kissed his hair (his brown hair, Killian's brown hair, not her own blonde-died-brown). "Have a good first day. I'll see you after school, alright? I want to hear everything." She tried to smile, but she could feel it was more of a grimace.

Henry popped an eyebrow as he nodded his head. "Sure thing, Mom."

Emma gave one last smile before she left the room to go to her bedroom, hoping a shower would clear her mind.

Emma spent the entire day thinking of Killian and their life ten years ago. They met when Emma was trying to steal an already stolen car – one he had stolen only two days before. They started to team up and make bigger and bigger robberies, selling the stolen goods for a profit until they could buy their own little apartment.

Slowly, they began a dalliance, and Henry was born. They kept up their businesses, declaring "When we get enough, we'll make honest people out of ourselves to make a better life for Henry."

Then 10 years ago, on that fateful night, they decided to rob the Mills Mansion.

And they were caught.

Well, he was caught.

And she promised she'd wait for him, that she loved him.

But she didn't.

And all day, she's been having a hard time trying to decide if she should feel bad about that. It was unreasonable for her to think that she had to stay faithful to a man in jail, one that she made a promise to when she was barely a legal adult, wasn't it?

Graham and Henry left her alone, Graham didn't even text her during his lunch break like usual. She picked up Henry, and she tried listening to him – really tried to hear what he was saying about his first day of middle school, but it was no use. She settled for smiling and nodding her head, agreeing when he said, "Ya know?" and making it back home in record time.

The three of them had dinner, like always, and before she knew it, she and Graham were sitting together on the couch when Henry went to bed.

"You've been distant today. You okay, Leia?" Graham asked, his blue eyes staring right into Emma's with such love and concern. (His blue eyes, that suddenly weren't so blue anymore, remembering the vibrant color of Killian's.)

"It's nothing," Emma smiled. "Everything's fine, I promise."

(Her smile faded as she thought of that one promise she never kept.)

"Are you sure?"

Emma nodded, and Graham nodded back.

They went to their room in silence, changing into PJ's and sliding under the covers. They both lay on their sides, looking at each other. "I love you," he said, reaching over and cupping her face.

"I love you, too." She leaned into his hand and closed her eyes.

She fell asleep like that, being comforted by her boyfriend.

"You didn't wait for me."

"What? No! I…"

"Why didn't you wait for me? You promised me you'd wait."

"Killian, you don't understand."

"Don't I, Emma? You always forget that you're an open book to me."

She woke with a start, sweating as she looked around the dark room. She let out a deep breath and brought her hand up to her face.

Why was she being so shaken up by this? She had a good life, and if she hadn't heard anything on the news, she'd be in this bed with Graham, having sweet dreams about their lives together.

Killian was her past, Graham was her future. It never would have worked with Killian because he was a criminal. Graham upheld the law, not broke it. It would have only been a matter of time before Killian would have been caught.

Again.

Taking a deep breath, she crept up to her closet, making sure to be quiet so Graham wouldn't wake up. When he let out a soft snore, she reached up and grabbed the box she had long forgotten about.

When Graham moved in almost five years ago, he found the box and asked what it was when he was hanging up his sheriff's uniform. She told him it had things from her past, but that the key was missing, and she was really just keeping it as a memento, even if she could never open it. He accepted that answer, placing it back in the back corner of the top shelf as he put some boxes in front of it.

Being covered and unable to unlock, Emma honestly forgot about it. But now, nowshe couldn't ignore it. She took the box and left the room, shutting the door as quietly as she could so Graham would stay asleep.

She held the box close to her heart as she walked her way down the stairs and to the loose brick in the wall – the one that Graham and Henry didn't know about. She slowly slid it out and reached her hand in, pushing away cobwebs until her hand covered a single key.

Emma pulled her hand out and put the brick back in the wall before opening the patio door and walking out. She flipped on the lights as she sat on the chair and placed the box on the table.

She took another deep breath – something she's been doing a lot over the past two days – as she picked up the key and put it into the tiny hole in the side. When she turned it, she heard a "click", and the top of the box sprung up.

She closed her eyes, as if they would give her the courage to look at pictures she hadn't seen in nearly ten years. When she finally reached forward, she felt the top picture and brought it up to her face.

She smiled as she looked at a picture of Killian holding Henry on his first birthday. Killian was blowing out the single candle for him while Henry was patting the table. She let out a laugh when she thought of Killian placing a piece of the chocolate cake in Henry's mouth, and his surprised face at the sudden taste.

But then, Killian gave him another, and Henry's disgust turned into delight. He then reached forward and stuck his whole hand in the piece they cut for him, picking it up with his chubby hands as he stuffed it into his mouth.

Putting it down, she picked up another picture. It was of her and Henry at the park. She was pushing him in the swings and Henry was laughing. She turned the picture over to see Killian's beautiful handwriting. "Swan and Henry, October 2004." She remembered that day – how Henry was laughing, still unable to use words to describe his excitement. She chuckled as she looked at her contacts and blonde hair – she barely recognized herself in the picture.

There was another one of Henry and Killian together, this one on a boat Killian had "borrowed" for the day. Emma was terrified to go out with Henry that morning because he was so young, but Killian insisted, asking how his boy was supposed to be a little pirate if he didn't know what going on the ocean was like? She only agreed after they stole a life vest and some floaties, strapping them on her son as tight as they'd go.

She paused at the next photo. It was the three of them having a picnic at the park. Some random stranger must have taken it of the three of them for her, smiling on a blanket on the grass. This had been her favorite picture that she proudly displayed on their dingy apartment's mantle all those years ago. She rubbed her thumb over the three of them, so happy and young.

The next was of just Killian, smiling at her with his right eyebrow popped up. She wondered what he looked like now. They were 20 when he was caught – a young man in his prime, not even old enough to drink. He'd be nearing 30 now, and she couldn't help but try to piece together what he might be like.

Would his eyes still twinkle with mischief? Still make the stupid innuendos that would make her roll her eyes, but secretly make her stomach twist in butterflies? Would he still stare at her when he thought she wasn't looking?

It didn't help that her mind kept reminding her that they had a whole life planned out together, that they planned a future, for them and Henry. Would she currently be in Maine right now, working as a bails bondsperson? Or would they still be in New Mexico, living in a small apartment with lots of kids, running from place to place to keep from the cops?

She didn't even realize she was crying until she saw a tear drop onto Killian's face. She wiped it off, drying the picture and hating that there was now a smudge from where the water hit the ink.

She set down the picture and wiped away her tears, reaching into the box and moving her hand around until she found her wedding ring. It wasn't big – Killian said he wanted the ring to be a symbol of honesty, and that he refused to steal one for her, that the small diamond was all he could pay for.

And Emma loved it. She wore it proudly, the tiny silver band with the single diamond on it. She slowly slid it on to her ring finger, and it fit just perfectly as before. The added weight didn't even bother her – it was as if she had never taken it off. She picked up the rest of the photos and went through them quickly until she found their wedding picture.

She was in a simple dress – something she found at a thrift shop that clearly wasn't a wedding dress, but was at least white. Her veil was merely a cheap crown of flowers, her feet barefoot in the sand at whatever beach they were at.

He was in gray pants, a white shirt, bow tie, and suspenders. She laughed, remembering how he claimed the suspenders were too tight and that she could take them off at any time she'd like while they were dancing.

She sighed as she stacked the photos again, placing them neatly in the "unlockable" box. She slowly slid off the ring and placed it gently at the bottom, closing until she heard the "click" letting her know it couldn't be opened anymore.

She stood up and meandered back into the house, carefully putting the key back in the correct loose brick and hiding the box in the back corner of the closet. She lifted up the comforter and snuggled her way back into the bed, reaching forward until she was holding onto Graham.

After her nighttime visit down memory lane, she decided to just leave it all behind, move on with her life. It was easy enough to avoid the news the next day. She never turned on the TV, not the radio. She didn't even look at the newspaper before dumping it in the recycling.

Killian would never be able to find them, anyway. She was listed as Leia Swan, and Henry as Liam. She was still a brunette with glasses, and he was on parole in Arizona. Her life back then – stealing and barely making ends meet – was not something she wanted again. She had a beautiful home, and wonderful son and boyfriend.

She was able to go back into mom- and girlfriend - mode, and both of her boys seemed to find relief that she was acting like herself again. She walked Henry to school, went grocery shopping, and went about her life as if the news of Killian getting out of prison tomorrow wasn't something that affects her.

It wasn't until Graham and Emma were on "date night" that her efforts went downhill.

Once a week, Emma got a babysitter, and Graham and Emma would go out for date night. It was something they started early into their relationship, and she was surprised at how easy it was to keep up since then, only missing a few due to Henry being sick.

"Leia," Graham said, reaching his hand across the table. "I love you so, so much."

Emma smiled. "I love you too, Graham."

Graham grinned back and squeezed her hand. "Remember our first night here? When that poor lad was proposing to his girlfriend, and as he was down on one knee, the waiter tripped on him?"

Emma laughed out loud at that. "Oh, gosh, I think wine came out my nose."

"And I wiped it away." Graham said, grinning at the memory. "And I couldn't help but think what poor luck that young man had, and if I ever got to propose to you, I'd hope it went differently."

"Poor guy. Do you remember if she said yes?" she asked.

Graham raised and lowered his shoulders. "I don't know – it was so long ago, I don't even remember."

Emma reached forward and took a sip of her drink. "For all we know, they could be happily married with six kids right now."

Graham laughed, but it was different, something more nervous. "Do you… Do you think we'll ever get married?"

Emma paused. She hadn't really thought about marriage after Killian. It's not necessarily that she wanted to live in the past, but more that she just didn't think it was in the cards for her again.

But seeing Graham, with hopeful eyes, she felt like she could, maybe. "I haven't really thought about it…" She whispered, unable to let out anything more because the conversation turned around so quickly, she didn't know what was happening. "Do… Do you?"

Graham nods. "I love our lives, and I don't doubt we'd be together forever if we stay exactly how we are. But, I also believe in marriage, and family, and I just… I don't bring it up because you haven't seemed interested, but I just have to know."

But she couldn't really answer, because she was still technically Emma Jones. She was still married to Killian. And, if she were to ever consider being Leia Humbert, she had to get divorced, first.

So, instead of giving a straight answer, she settles for, "I love our lives, too."

"I have to take a case out of state," Emma said into the phone as she started packing a suitcase. "It shouldn't be more than a couple of days, I promise."

"Where are you off to? Massachusetts?" Graham asked on the other line.

"Actually, all the way in Arizona. Some guy jumped bail and somehow made it all the way down there without a trace. But I've got a pretty good lead, and I think I have a pretty decent shot at catching him." She was surprised at how easy it was to lie to Graham about this, how she was able to just say this and he believed her without a shred of doubt.

"When will you be back?"

"Hopefully this won't take too long. I'm thinking I'll be back by Wednesday."

There was some shuffling in the background, and Emma knew Graham must be doing paperwork at the station if he had enough time to talk to her.

"Sorry I'm not able to see you off," Graham replied, and his voice was genuinely apologetic. "Does Liam know you're going?"

"No, it was so sudden. But, I'm going to stop by the school and say bye before I leave. I'll see you soon, okay? Sorry this was so last minute."

"It's fine. Don't worry about it. See you soon."

Emma stood outside the gates of Arizona's minimum-security penitentiary in the hot summer afternoon. It wasn't until she had stepped outside of the airport that she remembered just how hot it was in that state, or how the temperature was somehow hotter there than Maine, but the air didn't have the same mugginess.

She rolled up her sleeves, wishing she had put on a tank top before she left in her haste. She wiped her hand across her forehead, wanting nothing more than for Killian to be released already so she could get this on and over with.

She began picking at her fingernails when she heard a loud alarm and the gates rolling up. She looked up from where she was, and that's when she saw him again.

And it was like her life was rewound ten years.

He was thinner than before, but no less muscular. His hair was a bit longer, and now he had stubble on his chin. He was twisting a prosthetic hand into a brace – that was new – and he looked like there were many more years on his shoulders than what a man his age should ware.

She knew in that moment that she had never stopped loving him.

Killian was beginning to go towards a red car when he made a quick sweep of the land, as if he was memorizing what it felt like to leave that place forever. His head finally turned towards her, and she waved (albeit, shyly).

He continued his scan, obviously not recognizing "Leia Swan", only to have his head snap back to her when he realized exactly who was waving at him. He said something to the man who was helping him move out, and then he was running towards her.

She closed her eyes, staying still in her place and leaning against the car, until he stood right in front of her. When she opened her eyes, she truly saw how hard living here must have been for him. He hand too many wrinkles – ones that should only be there after a long lifetime, not ten years.

He stood in awe, as if she was the heavens and earth, as if he couldn't believe it was really her.

(Which, technically, two days ago, it wouldn't have been.)

"Emma," he breathed, and the name sounded weird, after ten years of being called Leia. But somehow, it sounded right coming out of his mouth, and so she reached forward and pulled him into a big hug. "You waited for me."

Emma hugged him, not replying. Because how was a girl supposed to tell her husband, the man she promised she'd stay true to while he was away, that she all but forgot about him until his mug shot showed up on the news?

"Hi, Killian."

She rented a hotel room, splurging on a nicer one. She drove him there, in silence, letting him hold her hand on the console as he took in everything.

She opened up her room and ushered her in, and just as she was closing the door behind her, he pushed her up towards the door and kissed her.

It was familiar, good, as if they still had been kissing for the past ten years. She knew she shouldn't be kissing him – especially after what she came to visit him about – but she couldn't help responding as soon as he mouthed, "Emma…" in between breaths.

"Are you hungry?" she finally asked, when they stopped to regulate their breathing. "I can order us some room service?" She walked over to the nightstand and picked opened the drawer to get the menu. "My treat." She held it out to him. "Anything you want."

They ordered their food and sat at the table, waiting for it to arrive. "Where's Henry?" Killian asked, and she had no doubt that was going to be his first question.

"Back home, in Storybrooke. Want to see him? I have some pictures…"

Killian nodded, and she dug through her purse to find her phone, unlocking it and sliding through the pictures. She looked up briefly to see his confused look, and she chuckled at the thought that when he went into jail, phones were big and clunky, while now they're smooth and full of light. "It's an iPhone," she said, still trying to decide which picture to show him. "It's kind of like a computer built into a phone."

Killian's eyebrows shot up, and Emma bit her lip because Henry did that exact thing, and she didn't know how she could have forgotten that he got that from Killian. She finally found the picture of him at last year's science fair. "He got second place," she said as she passed the phone over to him.

She had never seen anything as precious as Killian looking at Henry. "He's spectacular," he whispered, and Emma nodded in agreement. "Is he smart?"

"Best grades in his class – really good at English."

"And does he have friends?" Killian's lip began to tremble as he looked at the picture, and she could tell he was completely smitten with the boy he missed out ten years on.

"Loads. He just started middle school a couple days ago. Here," Emma took the phone back (much to Killian's protests) until she came to another picture of her and Henry at the beach. "This was two weeks ago."

Killian smiled at the picture. "I love him so much."

"Me, too."

Suddenly, her phone rang, and Killian dropped it to the floor. "What the bloody hell was that?"

Emma laughed as she picked up the phone. "Henry's calling," she said, turning the phone around for Killian to see a picture of Henry lighting up the screen. "One second, I should take this."

Killian nodded, bringing his hand behind his neck and scratching in that single spot behind his ear he always did when he was nervous. (And that was another thing that Henry did that she shouldn't have forgotten was a tick of Killian's.)

"Hey Liam, how was school?"

Killian cocked his head, looking confused as Emma mouthed, "I'll tell you about it after."

"That's really cool, uh huh… Yeah… That should be fun." Killian looked more and more confused, only hearing one side of the story. "Did Graham say it was okay?… Then it's okay with me, too. Yeah. I should be back soon – hopefully by Wednesday." She saw Killian's face drop, so Emma turned her back to him before her resolve broke. "Liam, I have to go. Tell Graham hi for me… Love you, too… Bye."

There was a knock at the door, and Emma went over to get the food they ordered, tipping the hotel worker before she left. She brought it back over and put it on the table, passing out condiments and trays for each of them.

She scrolled through her phone to find another picture of Henry before passing it over. Killian completely ignored his food as he stared at the picture of his son.

"Why'd you call him Liam?" Killian asked, still gazing the picture.

"He thinks that's his name." Emma shrugged. "You told us to get new identities for ourselves and to run, so I did." She took and onion ring and brought it up to her mouth. "He's known as Liam David Swan."

Killian grinned and turned back to her. "Swan?" Emma nodded. "And, pray tell, what is your name, Emma?"

Emma's cheeks turned pink. "Leia."

"From Star Wars?" he let out a loud laugh and she bit into her ring. "Real original."

"It was hard to pick a name on the spot!" she defended.

He finally put the phone down and picked up his food. Taking a fry and dipping it into his ketchup, he brought it up to his mouth. "Oh, god. The food."

"Didn't like prison food too much?"

Killian shrugged. "After a while, I just kind of got used to it. But having this?" Killian shoved another fry in his mouth. "If I weren't already going straight for Henry, it will be to keep eating this kind of food."

Emma laughed as she grabbed a napkin and put it up to his mouth to wipe the ketchup away. "I actually brought you something," Emma said, standing up and walking over to her suitcase. She dug through it until she found the Reece's Peanut Butter Cup she bought at the airport and tossed it over to him. "Still your favorite?"

"I don't know – haven't had one in ten years." He made the joke, and he didn't seem too effected by it as he ripped open the wrapper and stuffed it into his mouth, but something about what he said hit a nerve for her. He leaned back in his chair after taking a bite. "Oh yeah, still my favorite."

Emma sat back down, taking another onion ring and putting it in her mouth. "How was it in there?"

Killian shrugged as he started on his burger. "At first it was tough, but it got easier over time." He looked up at her. "You?"

"It was scary in the beginning. I was always worried Henry and I would be caught. But, after a few months, my name and face weren't around the news anymore, and I was able to slowly integrate into society."

"How was it raising Henry on your own?"

Emma swallowed hard, coughing at the suddenness of his question. "It was hard to be both a mom and dad at the same time, but I learned, and Graham helped out."

Killian nodded, totally entranced by his food. "Who's Graham?" he asked, nonchalantly, not even phased by a man's name. "A teacher of his?"

"No, he's the Storybrooke sheriff…" Emma closed her eyes, mustering up all her confidence to say the next part. "And my boyfriend."

Killian dropped all the food in his hand as his head shot up to her. "What?"

"He's been there for Henry, Kill. Back when he was five and six and needed a daddy for "father/son day" at school, he went with, even before we were together." Emma saw his Adam's apple bobble as he opened his mouth to talk, but no words came out.

"I spent a long time waiting for you, Killian, but then Graham was there, and it sort of, just… happened. He loves Henry like a son, Killian, and he'd never hurt him or me."

Killian frowned. "What did you tell them about me?" he finally got out. "You did tell Henry he was going to see his dad again, didn't you?"

Emma slowly shook her head. "He started asking where his daddy was when they made Father's Day cards in preschool. I told him you died a hero as a fireman saving people from a burning building."

Killian's mouth began to tremble again as a sob he clearly didn't want to come out, did. "Why would you tell him that?"

Emma waved her arms as she tried to rationalize this to him. "I didn't know if we'd ever see you again! And he thought his name was Liam Swan, and how was I supposed to tell him that you weren't going to be around if he was alive?"

"No, how were you supposed to tell him that his father was in prison for ten 's why you told him I was dead, so he didn't know his dad was a criminal."

"Killian…"

"I have spent ten years in there thinking about you guys, thinking of the reunions. And never once did I believe you'd tell Henry I was dead. How am I… How am I supposed to get to know him now?" Emma drew in a breath, hoping her non-answer would tell him what she was didn't want to. "You don't want him to know me." He murmured, more to himself than anything. "You don't want him to know you lied about me."

Emma felt tears prickling her eyes. "I'm sorry, Killian. I really thought we'd never see each other again… I thought I was going to, to… I thought he should know his father died a hero – which you kind of did. You saved me and Henry, Killian. We changed our lives around. We're here and alive and a family because of you."

"No, you're a family. I'm an ex-con who's stuck in Arizona for the next year and now knows his son doesn't even know he exists!" The self loathing in his voice was almost too much to bear.

Emma stood up and came over to him. "Killian, please. If you ever want what's best for him, you have to let us go." She walked around the room to her suitcase again, picking up a manila folder. "I wasn't going to give these to you until tomorrow, but I guess now is as good as ever."

Killian reached over and opened up the folder. "Divorce papers?"

Emma gave a small nod.

"No."

Emma tilted her head, suddenly confused. "No?"

"No."

"Killian…"

"One week."

"What?"

"You and Henry give me one week. If you don't think I'm best for you guys anymore, if you don't think I should be in your life, I'll sign the papers. But I'm not going to do anything until our family is together for a full week."

Emma sighed. She knew it wasn't legal for him to do something like this, but if she involved the cops, he could go back to jail, and she could go to jail, too. "Four days," she countered.

"Fine. Four days."