*this takes place after 6x06*
Emma stared at the scene before her. Killian was trying to make dinner for Henry and her after almost being murdered by his little brother. The little brother Emma had totally forgotten about. He was from a different mother than Killian. It was a part of his past that he didn't like to talk about.
"What exactly are you making?" Emma leaned against the counter by the stove where Killian was attempting to make something with ground beef and some sort of spice.
Killian dropped the spatula he was holding and she bent down to pick it up for him. She couldn't imagine how hard it would be to do something as mundane as cooking with one hand. Nonetheless, Killian seemed to be able to cope just fine with one hand. Unless, it seemed, when it came to cooking.
"I don't bloody know. David said something about cooking and nutmeg the other day-"
Emma cuts him off. "You put nutmeg with the ground beef?"
"Is that not good? From what I gathered from your father, nutmeg is an essential ingredient in the art of cooking."
"Uh…" Emma cringed in disgust. "No. I don't think he was referring to ground beef and nutmeg. More like pancakes and nutmeg."
Killian looked down at his cooking in annoyance. "So Grannys?"
Emma smiled at her, nodding her head. "Not the worst idea you've had."
Killian gave her an amused smile. "After you, love."
"Henry!" Emma yelled from the kitchen. He went straight upstairs after returning from the hospital. The kid had a long day. After all, it's not every day you get trapped in a submarine. Then again, weirder things have happened in Storybrooke.
Henry came bounding down the stairs in his coat. "I figured Hook would screw up making dinner."
"Hey!" Killian said in feign offense. For all Emma knew, he could have really been offended by Henry's jab at his cooking. There's nothing worse than hurting a pirate's pride.
The three of them piled into Emma's bug, but not before Emma noticed something out of the corner of her eye.
"Swan?" Killian stopped before getting in the car completely. "What is it?"
Emma shook her head, not looking back at Killian as she did. She could have sworn she saw something flash by her. It might have just been her imagination. What with the visions, she could be having some weird side effect or something. Just then her hand started shaking slightly. Killian was at her side in an instant. He grabbed her hand but she started to walk away.
"Let's go to Grannys," she said with a smile over her shoulder.
Killian stared off at her before climbing into the passenger's seat. He wanted to believe her when she acted like nothing happened, but he knew her better than she knew herself. He knew something was bothering her. They promised to not keep secrets from each other. So maybe it was really nothing. Deep down, Killian knew she wasn't fine though.
They arrived at Grannys moments later. Zelena was sitting alone in the booth with baby Robyn. There was a half-eaten sandwich sitting in front of her. The baby was wailing so loudly Emma almost wanted to turn around and find somewhere else to eat. But she was craving a grilled cheese sandwich and cocoa.
Granny greeted Emma as she took a seat in the booth farthest from Zelena. Just the three of them slide into their booth, Henry across from her and Hook beside her, the door jingled with a new arrival. Heads snapped up as the Evil Queen sauntered into the room like she owned the place. Emma stiffened in her seat and Killian put his hand on her thigh in a way to soothe her. But Emma was never relaxed in the presence of the Evil Queen.
"Well look at the three of you. One big, happy family. How precious," the Evil Queen seethed.
Emma sat up straighter and tried to appear unfazed by her arrival. Killian's jaw clenched in a way that showed his anger. Now was Emma's turn to place her hand on his leg. Henry sat across from her without an expression on his face. She knew Henry was conflicted when it came to Regina and the Evil Queen.
"Go away," he told her, his face going blank again.
"What did I tell you earlier? You don't speak to your mother like that," the Evil Queen said snidely.
"You're not his mother," Emma spoke up. "Now go away."
The Evil Queen raised an eyebrow at Emma. "Or what? You'll hit me with your light magic. Tell me Emma, do you miss the darkness? Because there's always a way to-"
Emma slammed her hand down on the table, causing the restaurant to shake. Her powers are getting out of control. Just like they were when she was still learning how to control her magic only months before. Henry's eyes widened at Emma and she slumped down in her seat.
"Uh oh," the Evil Queen put her hand to her mouth in feign shock. "Seems like the Savior is still having some problems with her magic. See you around."
Emma motioned for Killian to move aside so she could catch some fresh air. When she made it outside, away from the Evil Queen, she began to pace. The night was still warm for a fall Maine evening. She wrapped her arms around her red leather jacket, remembering the simpler days when she was in Boston. When everything was just…normal. Of course she wouldn't trade her life for the world, but she wished the quiet moments weren't so rare and far between.
Looking through the windows at Killian and Henry, she gave a small smile before heading down the darkened street. She knew what had to be done and there was only one person who could help her. As much as she didn't want to do it, she knew it was the only option. It was the only way to save Storbrooke and the people she loved.