I can't take all my CS feels so I'm channeling them into fics. Enjoy! Don't forget to review. Notes are always appreciated.

Set during 5A with Dark Swan in Storybrooke but AU.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

Part One

Emma and Killian stood across from each other in Emma's new home. Tension was thick in the air; each refusing to take their eyes off each other in a way the two weren't use to. Killian glared at the women he once loved. "Just tell me why you're doing all this, Swan! Why you kidnapped Gold, why you stole that poor girl's heart, why you took all of our memories," Killian shouted at her.

"I can't, Killian. To much as at stake, but understand that I did this for us, for our family," Emma returned his glare with full force. Killian only rolled his eyes and snarled, "If you were truly doing this for our family, you wouldn't have hurt your son and terrorized your parents." Killian could see the desperation in Emma's eyes, hidden behind the anger and frustration.

Emma screamed in frustration at Killian, "I had to! It was the only way to get home! To get back to our future!" Emma took a step towards her pirate but stopped when his sword was suddenly pointed in her direction.

"You destroyed any chance of that future when you embraced the darkness, Emma. Now tell me why you're doing all this. What's your end game, Dark One?" Killian twisted his sword in her direction and Emma was frozen to her spot. He hadn't pointed that sword towards her like that since he was Captain Hook. Killian could see her resolve breaking and sealed the deal when he whispered, "What happened in Camelot, Emma?" There was a pregnant pause before Emma spoke in a soft, broken voice.

"I did all this because we do have a future, Killian, regardless of your current wishes. I am doing all this to protect our family. I need to fix my mistake so that we can be a family, now." Killian growled, not enjoying her riddles.

"What the bloody hell are you talking about, Dark One. Stop speaking in unclear riddles and answer the bloody question. What. Happened. In. Camelot." He could see Emma's jaw clinch tightly for a moment before she spoke in a low, threating voice, "You really want to know what happened in Camelot, Killian?"

Killian rolled his eyes, "Just answer the bloody question, Crocodile." Feeling that one hit deep in her soul, Emma finally snapped.

"Fine you ignorant bastard! What happened in Camelot was I got pregnant! We were having a baby, dammit, and instead of being excited, you, Regina, and even my parents wanted me to get rid of it! You all said it was 'infected by the darkness'! So I did what I do best and I ran. You all pushed me into the darkness! I knew that once I manage to get the darkness out of me, you all would accept the baby, but I to take your memories so that you all wouldn't come after us. I am doing it all for us, can't you see that. I want you, me, Henry, and the baby to finally be a family." By the end of her speech, Emma was in tears as Killian stood there, stunned for a beat or two. His face was blank for a while before Emma saw white-hot fury rip through his face. "You conniving wench," He seethed, his vision red, "You think I would believe such a blatant lie? I would never abandon any child of mine! And your parents would never abandon you again. I'm done playing your games, Dark One. You know where to find us when you're ready to tell the truth." And with that, Killian stormed out of what was supposed to be their house, slamming the door behind him. Emma felt herself crumple to the floor as she cried.

Part Two

Emma knew that Killian would never believe her, not without his memories. SO she had made a choice that led her to now, standing in the clock tower, surrounded by the dream catchers. From her vantage point, she could see everyone in town enjoying the nice sunny weather. She new that when she released the memories, she wouldn't be able to hide anymore, but the reward had a possibility of being worth the price. With a deep breath, Emma used her magic to release the memories. She stood there watching them return to their rightful owners, seeing some smile, others frown.

Suddenly, she saw her parents, Regina, and Henry come running out of Granny's just as she saw Killian sprinting up from the docks. She could see Henry yelling at them and Regina and Snow trying to calm him down but he wasn't having it. Emma felt herself smirk as she transported down there, catching the tail end of Henry's rant.

"-I can't believe you all! You're the reason she went dark! She trusted you guys and you let her down when she needed you most! You're supposed to be heroes but Heroes don't abandon people when they need you most! You disgust me! You guys are a disgrace to the term heroes-"

"Henry, stop."

The heroes all turned around to see Emma standing there, dressed in her new signature black outfit. Henry ran to her and hugged her tight, startling Emma. She recovered quickly, embracing him back tightly, afraid to let him go again. "Mom! I'm so sorry! I had no idea, I swear! Please forgive me, I never wanted to hurt you." Emma could see his panic and stroked his hair, cooing at him soothingly, "It's alright, Kid. I understand and I was never mad at you. You did nothing wrong. In fact," she sighed, "I should be the one apologizing. I hurt you pretty bad and I feel so much regret for that." Henry just pulled her closer, "Mom, forget it, I understand why you did it." Emma and Henry remained hugging for a what felt like hours, but was actually mere moments before Snow cleared her throat.

"Emma," Snow took a step towards her daughter and was startled when she saw Emma step away from her. "No," Emma said, letting Henry go but staying close to him, "No you don't get to come along and play mom; not after everything you've done." David, seeing the distress this caused his wife, stepped forward.

"Emma, stop it, you're hurting your mother. Now come one, we need to talk about everything," He said in his stern, I'm-The-Prince voice. Emma just glared. "We have talked enough, you all made your decision back in Camelot, and now, I've made mine." They others went to speak back but her glare silenced them. Henry placed himself between them and Emma, facing her and asking, "Can I stay with you, Mom? I don't think I want to be around them." Emma and Regina were both shocked.

"Henry, plea-" Regina began before Emma cut her off, "Sure, Kid. We're done here, so let's go get some of your things and we'll settle you in." And with that, they both disappeared in a cloud of grey smoke.

Regina let out a growl as David consoled Mary Margret, and Killian, Killian just stood there, trying to understand why he acted like that in Camelot. Fear? Killian couldn't figure it out, but he did know one thing: They needed to fix this, and soon.

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Back at Emma's house, Henry was getting settled in his room as Emma stood in the kitchen cooking dinner. Just as she had finished the grilled cheeses, Henry came down stairs. Emma smiled at him as he sat across from her at the island, "Grilled cheese, your favorite," She said as she handed him his plate a soda. "Thanks, Mom." Henry gave her his signature grin. They ate in silence for a few moments before Henry finally asked the question they had avoided.

"What are we going to do about the baby?" Emma froze for a second, thinking he had changed his mind. Henry noticed this and quickly explained his meaning, "Not like that Mom. Like, how are we going to get you checked out? Where is the nursery going to be? What will its name be?" Emma smiled at Henry, seeing how happy he was to become a big brother.

"Well, I'm sure we can get Dr. Whale to care for me and the baby, with the right incentive. As for the nursery, I was thinking the room next to me, because they're connected and it's far enough away that when they cry in the middle of the night it won't disturb you. And I guess we'll figure out the name when we learn the sex," Emma smiled at her son before digging into her sandwich.

The two spent the rest of the night watching movies and just hanging out. When Henry went to bed, Emma found herself sitting in what would be the nursery, thinking about how Killian should be here, with her and Henry and the baby; how he should have been happy about this, he was the one who was always saying her wanted a family with her, after all.

The next morning Emma woke Henry up for school and then went to make breakfast. Henry was shocked when he walked into the kitchen to see his Mom wearing jeans and a loose V-neck shirt with her hair down. The clothes were still black, but it was a step towards Emma being herself again. As they ate breakfast, Henry and her exchanged light conversation.

"So, Mom, what are your plans today?"

"I was thinking of going into town and picking up some pregnancy books at the library, and then maybe see if Dr. Whale will be my doctor for this." Henry was a little worried about Emma going into town, but he knew that she needed to do this to be able to try and return to herself, so he kept his thoughts to himself.

Finished, Emma cleaned up, grabbed her purse and jacket and walked Henry to the bus stop outside of Granny's. She sent him off with a forehead kiss and a smile, waving as the bus drove away. But that smile turned into a scowl when she noticed Killian standing across the street, staring at her. Glaring, Emma began walking towards the library before Killian could even move.

"Emma!" She heard behind her but it didn't stop her, "Emma, please! We need to talk! Emma!" She felt his hook encircle her upper arm and tug her. Emma spun around, rage filling her. Her face must have been terrifying because Killian stumbled back. "Don't touch me, Pirate!" She seethed.

Killian floundered for a moment before he found his voice, "Emma please, I want to apologize. I want to be apart of this, please. I'm sorry." Emma just glared as he pleaded. "Your apology means nothing to be, Hook." Killian flinched but Emma continued, "If you truly are sorry, then show it." With that, Emma continued toward the library, leaving Killian standing on the sidewalk, head hung low.

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The librarian had been startled to see the Dark One in the library, much less looking at maternity books. Emma knew the news would be all over town with in the hour, but she couldn't find it in her to care. She was happy about the baby, even if it was just her and Henry that were happy. After checking out the books she wanted, Emma chooses to avoid any more confrontations and transported herself the hospital.

She was right about Whale; he was more then willing to help when Emma dropped a good-sized pouch of gold on his desk. She left the office with instructions, her next appointment date, a prescription for pre-natal vitamins, and an ultra-sound photo of her little one. Emma decided that all this made her hungry, and seeing it was lunchtime, she decided that Granny's would be her next stop.

When she walked into the diner, everyone stopped and stared at there like she had the plague. Emma rolled her eyes before snarking out "What? The Dark One can't crave a hamburger and fries?" Huffing, Emma walked to the counter and gave a slightly flustered Granny her order. The woman nodded and went to make her order. Emma was sitting there for a few minutes when she felt a hesitant tap on her shoulder. Turning slowly, Emma met Dr. Hopper's tentative smile.

"Hi, Emma," The doctor said. Emma raised an eyebrow, "Hi." Hopper chuckled nervously and then cleared his throat to speak, "Emma, I know you're going through a lot right now, and I want you to know that I'm here if you need to talk. I here that playing with Pongo has been a proven stress reliever." Emma couldn't help but laugh softly, causing the Doctor to smile and others to look at her weirdly and a little afraid. "Thank you, Dr. Hopper, I'll keep that in mind."

Just then Granny came back with Emma's order in a to-go bag, and handed her a hot chocolate. At Emma's confused look, Granny nodded to the doorway, "A gift, from the dashing Pirate." Emma's eyes cut straight to Killian, who was leaning on the counter near the door. Emma glared as he smirked, grabbing her food and drink before walking out the door, Killian hot on her heals. "Emma, please, talk to me," He begged. Emma stopped in the middle of the street and rounded on him, fury in her eyes, "What do you want me to say, Killian? That even if you don't want this baby, I do? Because I do. Do you want me to say how hurt I am because of your actions? How upsetting it is that you don't want to be a father to my child? What exactly would you like me to say, Killian?" With each question, Killian felt a knife stabbing at his heart. He was a desperate man now, begging for his family, for forgiveness. "Emma, I have never regretted something more than my actions in Camelot. But my head is clear now; Emma, and I want nothing more than to be back in your, Henry, and our child's lives. Please, let me make this up to you."

Emma could see how desperate he was, and she wanted to believe with all her heart that what he was saying was true, but that doubt in the back of her mind kept her from forgiving him right then. "Then prove it, Killian. Words are nice, but actions speak the loudest." And with that, she disappeared.

Part Three

A few nights later, Emma was making tacos and Henry was working on homework at the kitchen table when there was a knock at the door. Both were confused because they couldn't figure out who would be either brave or stupid enough to knock on the door of the Dark One. Emma wiped her hands and walked towards the door. Opening it revealed Mary Margret, David, and Killian. Mary Margret had a big grin and was holding a huge vase of flowers. It took all of Emma's will power not to slam the door in their face. "What?" she asked bluntly. She saw her mother's smile fault oh so slightly before it returned. "We just wanted to give you a house warming gift," Snow said brightly. Killian coughed and gave her parents a stern look. David and Mary Margret sighed before looking at Emma with regret, "Emma," Her mother began, "We also wanted to apologues. We acted badly; in truth, we were afraid. We promised you that we would never abandon you and we did just that, and at the moment you needed us most. And I think I speak for David two when I say how immensely sorry we are and how guilty we feel. We know you won't forgive us easily, so we're willing to do whatever it takes to make this up to you." Through her mother's speech, David was nodding along.

This all took Emma by surprise and she stood there speechless for a moment. It was the oven dinging that brought Emma back. "Uh, uhm, w…why don't you guys come in?" Emma went back to the kitchen and took the shells out and letting them cool. When she turned back around and saw her three guests standing awkwardly in the entrance of her kitchen. Sighing and rolling her eyes she turned to Henry, who was glaring at the group of three, "Henry, put your books away for now and set the table." Henry nodded and started cleaning his homework up. Emma was shocked when Killian stepped forward and helped Henry set the table. The air was so tense you couldn't cut it with a steak knife. Once the table was set, she gestured towards her parents and Killian, "Uh, dig in, I guess?"

Henry and Emma immediately pilled their plats high with tacos as her guest shuffled awkwardly. David cleared his throat before speaking, "We, uh, already, Emma. But, thank you." Emma nodded and they all sat at the table, awkward as Emma stuffed her face before getting up and getting seconds before Henry was even done his third taco. Feeling eyes on her, Emma turned to the table and glared. "What? Is something wrong?" Killian chuckled softly while staring at her, "It's just that's quite a lot of food, even for you, love." Emma felt her insides warm at the endearment, but that was quickly squashed by annoyance. "Well, I am eating for two now so I think I should be let off the hook," she snarked back. With the mention of the baby the room grew quite and, if possible, tenser.

After a pregnant pause, Killian looked at Emma and spoke softly, "Aye. And, um, how is the child?" Emma's heart skipped a beat, wondering if Killian honestly cared. She ran her hand through her hair, sighing as she sat back at the table. "Fine, the baby's fine. Dr. Whale has agreed to be my doctor for the pregnancy and the child's their after. He, um, he said judging by the ultra-sound I'm almost three months, so there's that." Emma cleared her throat softly as they all sat in silence. Under the table Emma felt Henry grab her hand and sent him a grateful smile. It was Mary Margret who finally broke the silence.

"Do you know the theme of the nursery? Or at least have an idea?" She asked curiously.

Emma smiled very faintly, feeling a little better that her parents and Killian seems interested in the child. "Well, it really will depend on the gender. But uh, Henry and I were talking, and uh, we both are kind of leaning towards a nautical theme," Emma said, glancing at Killian and see the brief smile cross his face before he sunk back into a sad, broken look. Emma didn't like that look on Killian. She may be the Dark One, and she may have still been angry with him, but he was still the love of her life and she hated seeing him upset.

"I have an ultra-sound photo if you'd like to see it?"

It was obvious that Killian didn't know what that was, but he still seemed excited about it. Emma got up and grabbed it out of her purse, and then laid it in the center of the table. With shaking hands, Killian picked it up, looking at it for a moment before looking at Emma with tears in his eyes, happiness filling his face, "This is the babe?" Emma nodded and Killian chocked out a laugh as the tears flowed slowly. "It…It's so…" Killian couldn't finish his sentence so David, who was looking over Killian's shoulder at it with Mary Margret, did it for him, "Perfect?" Killian smiled, "Aye, Mate. Perfect." Emma felt her heart stop again. Maybe they did want to be involved. Maybe they had changed. Emma watched the three fawn over the ultra-sound, each wanting to hold it and see it better, and she knew then what her choice was. For the sake of her baby, and herself quite honestly, she had to give them all a chance to earn her forgiveness and prove they were honest about wanting to be involved with the baby and Emma's pregnancy.

To be continued maybe…

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