So, um, this is a new little story that I have thought of, if Killian went with Emma to New York. I hope you like it!
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With a heavy heart and one smooth glance around herself, Emma placed her hand on the curve of the bug door and ducked her head down to seat herself onto the cool car-seat. Beside her, Henry was mirroring her actions with a rather stiff look on his features, and it dawned on Emma that he was probably as scared as she was about this whole situation. Not that he had the burden of choosing to leave behind their family - He was, of course, forced to stay in this world, unlike Emma.
For a few seconds, the blonde just watched her brunette son, a glazed look on her face. It seemed only a week ago that the young boy had come knocking on her apartment door in the middle of the night, and within that metaphorical week, it seemed as if he had grown a year every single day. Gone was the rounded face and short limbs - He had grown long and thin, with more pronounced features. Even the shaggy mop of hair had disappeared, morphing its way into a well-kept slick hairstyle.
Seeing him like his made her heart ache. Sure, she was ecstatic that she had been here for the few years since her 28th birthday, and that she could be consumed by the rush of surprise that he had grown so much over such a little period of time. But she yearned for those days when he was just a tiny baby, and for those little moments that she had missed - His first steps, his first word, holding him in her arms as he drifted off to sleep in the cradle of her elbow. Those tiny scenes of life that you held most dearest, and that you would treasure for the rest of your life.
When she was first pregnant, it had come as such a shock that she never really thought there was any other option than giving him up. After all, how could she care for him? She was in jail, which was a start. That couldn't be good for anyone, to know that they were birthed behind bars. Secondly, how would she get any support? It wasn't the fact that she had to care for him on her own - Emma had pretty much lived her whole life being independent. But the money. She didn't have more than fify dollars that she kept stored in the bug for safe-keeping, which certainly wasn't enough to care for a young child.
There was always the possibility of stealing, but that would be made ten times harder with a son to watch out for. It wasn't like she had anyone to care for him whilst she went out to gather their goods - It just wasn't an option. The pressure was so heavy on Emma that, really, the only current choice was to give him up. It seemed blatantly obvious in those long nine months.
But Emma knew that was wrong now. God, she wished she could just go back in time and changed her decision. Had she known what she knew now, she would have just kept him and dealt with it. She'd do something - Anything - and at least have her son to hold in the night. She'd scour and scavenge, hunting through the city for enough to support the family of two, just to be able to give him all of the love he deserved from his biological mother.
God knows that was all Emma really wanted through the long time that she was stuck in the foster system - Just having a family. It was simple knowledge that the feeling was mutual with her parents. All they wanted was to have her in their arms, yet she was ripped away by the curse. And now she was leaving them - Again. To a curse. Again. Abandoning them to go back to god knows where, to live their lives once more with her far, far away. Again. It was a rather depressing thought.
Shaking her head, Emma chastised that little voice in her head that always seemed to blame her. It wasn't her fault that she was leaving them - It was bloody Peter Pan that had done this to them. The curse was rolling steadily towards them, but the blonde just ignored it for the time being. She was too busy arguing with herself, like a devil and an angel on her shoulders - One side of her telling herself that it wasn't her fault, and that she should forgive herself. The other side screaming at her that it's all her fault, and to just leave the boy and be with her parents, like she did want to for so many years.
With those thoughts, Emma glanced behind her at the group of people gazing at the yellow bug. Her heart ached at the sense of sadness and depression that seemed to stalk around them all, and the heaviness in their eyes. Emma didn't expect them all to be sad for the leaving of her. She was nothing special to most of them, save a select few that always cared for her. Henry, on the other hand, seemed to be loved by all of Storybrooke, and it was blatantly obvious that he would be sorely missed by them all.
Her eyes zoned in on a couple that were standing shoulder-to-shoulder. Prince Charming and Snow White, also known as David Nolan and Mary-Margaret Blanchard. It hit her that they would probably be one of the few that would be heavily hit with the loss of their daughter and grandson. It was written all over their faces, despite both struggling to put on a brave face. The burden in their eyes was something that could not be shadowed by mere will-power, and with that thought a little part of herself withered away.
On the other hand, Killian Jones seemed to be trying very little, if at all, to mask his emotions, as was always with him. Jaw slack and eyes wide, the panic that the situation was really happening seemed to be dawning on the pirate. It seemed to be taking all his strength not to just run and keep her from leaving, abandon Henry to his own devices and just be greedy. But beneath that panic of all three, all of the horror and desperation, there was a layer of something that was completely foreign to the woman.
And that something was love.
Every single day that piece of knowledge slammed into her heart, making it throb and thud as if she had just sprinted a marathon. Love had never really been a big part of her life. Of course, she knew it existed, but a long time ago she had begun to wonder if it would ever reach her through the wall of her history. She had, obviously, felt a sample of the big picture during her time with Neal, but it was never as strong as many described it to be. Not the fireworks and dancing light and never-ending energy rush that was always told in the tales of love.
Ever since her breaking the curse and restoring their memories, all she has ever felt was love. Not the weak kind of love - The strong, groundbreaking sort of love that made you almost choke with the emotions that were building up inside of you. It was never an aspect to foster life. In the system, you just had to focus on getting by and dealing with the situation you had. There were no luxuries like the love that normal children raised by kind parents got - No, it was mere survival.
All of this just made her feel heavier with the burden of having to leave them all, that she had to leave this loving family that she had finally reached, whom would be snatched away just as fast. No, Emma. You have to do this - You can't leave Henry. This is what you need to do. The mantra rang dull in her ears. She didn't want to leave her son - obviously - but she didn't want to leave her parents... UGH. Why was this so hard?
Heavily, Emma clicked the key within the ignition, and the bug shuddered into life. The sound of her starting up was a sound that she had connected to so many emotions in her life - Comfort, a place to hide, a place that she can just disappear and never be found again. It was a place that she knew would always be her real home - Forever, and always. A little part of her lived within that car. She moved to put it into motion, sharing a soft sad smile with her son, that probably looked more like a grimace from her side.
She was stopped from pressing her foot on the accelerator when she heard a soft sound of a muffled shout behind her. Looking in the rear view mirror, she saw everyone staring at someone that was just out of her view, and confusion ran its way through her body, only to be replaced by a strange sensation of anger. She was this close to leaving, and they were just delaying the bloody inevitable! Emma practically kicked the car door open, leaping out to glare at the group.
" Oh, come on! Look, I am about to leave, we are about to be swallowed by the bloody curse, so if I could get a move on, that'd be wonderful! I really don't want this to last any longer than it has to, so if you could all just shut up, it'll make this whole situation ten times better than it seems to be right now! " The blonde pretty much roared.
The group seemed to be completely still in the shock that their beloved Saviour had just yelled at them - Which wasn't really rare or surprising at all -, and it took several moments for someone to actually move. Not surprisingly, that someone was Killian Jones, who took a step forward, opening his mouth after a moment of hesitation to speak. " I want to come with you. " His words were loud in the silence of them all, only accompanied by the soft rumbling of the curse behind them.
" And I disagree! " Charming barked almost immediately, taking a long step to be almost chest-to-chest with the pirate, shoving a finger into his face. " She is strong enough that she needn't be accompanied, especially not by the likes of you! " He growled, and Killian frowned deeply, opening his mouth to reply, only to be stopped by a bark demanding then to quieten by Emma.
" Oh, will you both just shut up?! " She snarled, and the two immediately snapped their mouths shut, looking at her with identical expressions on their face. Those expressions told her that they'd do anything for her - Would go to the end of the world to defend her. A little jolt of fondness stuttered through her heart, and her features softened considerably, mind opening up to the possibility of what Killian had suggested.
" Regina, " Emma sighed, turning to the short-haired brunette who seemed a little bit surprised that she had been put on the spot. " Is it possible? " The Queen's gaze flickered distrustfully to the pirate who was standing there, looking all the world like an innocent and hopeful young boy. It was quite obvious she didn't trust Henry with the dark-haired male, despite the fact he had almost risked his life trying to save him only days earlier. " Well... There is nothing against it... "
She opened her mouth to say something else, obviously to voice her distaste for the pirate to accompany the two, but Killian was already trotting happily towards the other car door of the bug, a happy grin threateningly to split his face into two. " Hold on, " David growled, and the walking male stopped instantly, his smile falling into an annoyed pout. " Just because it's possible doesn't mean it should happen. "
Killian put on a little half-hearted smirk. " Dave, mate. You know I would protect her with my own bloody life. I hope you have no doubts about that? " He asked it as more of a question, and the blonde blinked, staring at him for several moments. Nobody said anything over a small period of time, and finally the prince gave a nod. He seemed to have seen something within his intense gaze, which baffled the Saviour { what was with Storybrooke and being able to read people so well? Was it something in the water? }, that settled his worried mind. " Alright. " He rumbled, taking a step back.
Killian gave him a thankful smile - perhaps a touch confused, considering only moments earlier he was intent on not letting him go - and a nod to the other man, then turned to Emma, in which his grin split into a happy beam. " Shall we, m'lady? " He asked cheerfully, indicating to the car, and she just rolled her eyes in amusement, climbing into her side of the car. After a couple of minutes arguing with Henry on whom would ride shotgun - ' I was in here first! ' ' Aye, but I'm older ' ' That's not fair! ' ' It seems rather fair to me, lad. ' - the one-handed alcoholic slid into the seat beside the amused woman, who shifted the car into gear, driving over the town line.
" That. Was. The. Best. Convention. EVER! " Henry cried cheerfully, leaning forward in his seat, hands on the chairs in front of him. " Henry, back in your seat please, lad. " Killian rumbled, turning his head towards the back, but a grin was on his face. " And I agree with your statement completely. " The Irishman chuckled after a moment of the boy settling back into his plush seat, and Emma gave a nod. " Absolutely. However, I think we can all agree Killy's outfit was the best part of the trip. " She smirked as the brunette frowned at the use of his unwanted nickname, but he beamed with pride. Dressing up as his own version of Captain Hook { He was obsessed with the Disney villain } was probably the best idea he'd had in several years. Aside from asking the blonde out to a date, of course.
" Mm. I disagree, lass. I believe it was the biscuits that Mad Hatter was handing out. " Killian licked his lips at the memory, and Emma shook her head. " Killian, it's cookies. We call them cookies. "
" I say biscuits. "
" I say cookies. "
" Biscuits. "
" Cookies. "
Henry gave a loud groan at the argument that had been rather constant for the two years the two had been a couple. " WHO CARES?! "