I do not own OUAT, any of it's cast or characters or plots. However, I am a faithful watcher and I am very interested to see how season 7 will go. This is just a prompt thing that I found online but then as I wrote it morphed into something entirely different! I figured I would try it out and see how it goes. I hope you enjoy because you all rather seemed to like the love potion one.

Helping Hand

3rd Person

With a sigh, Emma places her mug down at her desk; staring at her phone at the recent photo of baby Leo that Mary Margaret has just sent her. The little boy is only four months old and is always smiling, in the photo he has a giant grin on his face as David kisses his cheek, and Emma can't help but feel happy for them.

Also slightly envious, but only one tiny percentage of her is jealous, I mean that's hardly anything. She loves her little nephew and loves all of the photo's Mary Margaret sends her, but she's jealous. Okay, she's two percent jealous. Three maybe, but that's not a lot. Three percent of her being jealous is hardly-

It's more like twenty percent if she's being totally honest.

She walks to the printer to grab some papers she'd sent to it a few minutes ago before she had her coffee, musing on her thoughts when Gideon comes up next to her. "Emma, can I talk to you?" He asks softly, curiously more than anything else, and she nods as she watches her papers print. "I heard something earlier."

"What else is new?" She asks sarcastically, laughing a little at her own wit.

"With you and Killian. I heard you two in his office, I saw you through the window, you were crying." He states simply, eyeing her. "Are you okay? I heard the word…baby a lot, maybe I'm wrong, but-"

"You're not wrong," Emma admits, thinking back on her conversation with Killian earlier, and her stomach twinges a little from pain, the lovely reminder she's being given about her period that started that morning.

She sighs, putting her phone down and walking into his office. "Killian, are you busy?" She asks softly, making him look up at her so she has his full attention. "I just thought you might want to know…I got my period this morning." She says miserably.

He sighs softly, standing and walking up to her so he can hug her. "I'm sorry, Swan." He whispers into her hair.

They've had two insemination tries so far, both unsuccessful. That's two months of no news, no positives, nothing that even hinted they were having a baby, and she was miserable. She was scared too because after the third try they would have to be tested again and then have the awkward questions again, which took weeks to process.

They didn't want to have to do it all again, they really thought the second time would work. First tries never usually work so she didn't expect anything then, but the second time she was really hopeful. However, that morning she got her period, which officially crushed her dreams.

"I really thought I was pregnant," Emma whispers softly, sighing into his neck, sniffling. "I just…I felt pregnant. I…I really thought that maybe I could be, I felt sick all the time and I was sore and dizzy and all of the things I should be, but…maybe I must have just been sick."

"Swan, I promise, you will get pregnant." He whispers into her hair. "I promise you, okay?"

"Okay."

Gideon raises an eyebrow at her, frowning a little. "I'm not wrong, I was really expecting I would be." He chuckles softly. "Are you pregnant?"

"No." She sighs, frowning. "Killian…I've asked him to be my donor, he said yes but I'm not pregnant yet." She shrugs, feeling a bit like a failure. "We're doing artificial insemination and we've tried twice, in two weeks we have our next try, apparently that's when my stupid ovulation calculator says I'm ovulating so…"

"I really didn't need to know that, in two weeks would have been fine." He chuckles softly and she blushes. "Well, I hope that it goes well. Who else knows you're trying?"

"The doctors, Killian, me and you." She shrugs, playing with her necklace a little. "We're waiting until we're successful in doing anything." She admits. "Please don't tell anyone, we really don't want to get our hopes up yet, you know?"

"I promise, Emma, no one will know apart from me until your ready," Gideon assures her, making her more thankful than he probably knows that he's her friend. "Now, I also promise that this time next month you'll be practically singing because you're so happy that your dear old pal Gideon was right that you're pregnant."

"I don't sing, but I will hum just for you if you're right."

"I'll count that as a win."


Emma looks around the room with a sigh; sipping her water from the plastic cup Killian got her a few minutes ago. She turns to her friend, smiling softly, and bites her lip. "It shouldn't be too long now." She muses, her nails tapping on the plastic gently.

"I know." He offers her a small smile, offering her his hand for comfort, which she takes gladly. "We have done this twice before, remember?" He chuckles, trying to make light of it, but the reminder just makes her look away. "Third time lucky?"

"Third time lucky…" She repeats in a whisper, looking at their hands. "I…after this try, if it's not successful, it means more tests, more doctors. I didn't think it would be this hard to get pregnant, you know? My friend had artificial insemination and it worked first try, I guess I just sort of hoped I would be the same."

"I know, Swan." He says softly, trying to think of how to comfort her, not used to the situation they're in. She's his best friend, the one woman in his life he's one hundred percent certain he can trust, the only woman who's never let him down no matter how big or small something is. "But it will happen."

"Easy for you to say, you're not the one having to sit there when you bleed for a week crying." She admits, before feeling awful for her words. "I didn't mean that I didn't mean to make it sound as though you didn't get a say or that-"

"I know you didn't." He smiles to show he's not upset but hides the fact her words did, in fact, hurt him. "I don't understand that side of it, but I do get sad when it doesn't work. And not because I think it'll never happen, but because I know how much it's killing you. I know how much you want to get pregnant, how much I want you to be. So…you're not alone. I'm here."

She sniffles and smiles at him, squeezing his hand. "You always know what to say, huh?" She whispers. He knows she's scared of being alone, of course, he does, he's her best friend and (hopefully) father of her child. He's committed to be fully in, to have a part, and every day he just proves how honest he is.

"I hope so. Hormones and mood swings will be hard to deal with so I have to know what to say." He jokes, making her giggle softly, and presses a kiss to her hairline. "Now…say this with me?"

"Say what?"

"Hope is a very powerful thing, so I want you to say to me, out loud and so I can hear you, before the doctor comes. Say 'I will get pregnant'."

She scoffs softly at his suggestion but knows he wouldn't do it unless he had a reason. "I will get pregnant. I will get pregnant." She whispers but he raises an eyebrow. "I will get pregnant." She says a little louder and he smiles.

"This is our third try and it will work. In a few weeks, I'll be holding a positive pregnancy test and smiling wide."

She sighs and wipes at her eyes a little before coughing, repeating his words. "This is our third try and it will work." She swallows and continues, smiling softly. "In a few weeks, I'll be holding a positive pregnancy test and smiling wide."

"Killian Jones is amazing, super sexy and I'm glad he's my baby daddy."

She laughs loudly, smacking his chest, making him chuckle. "Okay, okay, baby daddy, you made your point!" She giggles when he kisses her hand, looking up at him, biting her lip softly. "You are pretty amazing, and I am glad you're the baby's dad when I get pregnant."

He smiles wide, pressing his nose into her hair, thinking. "And you're amazing too, baby mama." He whispers just as the doctor comes in, and he pulls away to sit on the chair by the hospital bed.

"Miss Swan, Mr. Jones?" The doctor asks and they both nod. "Great." She places her files down onto a tray and rolls it in, putting up the barriers on the side of the bed so Emma won't fall as she lays back. "Are you comfortable?"

Emma nods quickly, blushing, and Killian props her pillows a little bit so her neck won't hurt. "If I said I was, would you judge me really badly?"

"Not at all."

"Then I really am, and I think I should get one installed at home," Emma states simply, making the doctor laugh softly. "Maybe if I'm lucky, Killian will do it." She jokes and pokes his cheek, making him take her hand.

"Not likely." He mumbles into her skin as he presses a kiss on her knuckle, something she's noticed him doing a hell of a lot more since they started trying. "Maybe I'll get you a new mattress that isn't so high up for when you're massively pregnant, eh love?"

She hums, smiling. "I guess that's okay, but you also have to buy the duvet covers." She deals and he rolls his eyes but nods his consent. "Maybe a matching one for when the baby gets older-"

"I think matching beds is too far on the 'Mom and Baby' goals on the Internet, okay?" He chuckles and she shrugs. "Don't be one of those mothers, I beg of you."

"I promise I will not hashtag our son or daughter for the whole world to see so long as you promise not to take the baby to meetings so people will just agree to deals since you're a daddy."

He blushes because that's probably exactly what he'd do. "Fine, I'll just bring the baby because I want to show him or her the perfect presentation preparation and show them exactly what to do to wow their audience."

She rolls her eyes, pretending to ignore the way he deliberately used alliteration to prove a point, only making himself sound geekier than usual. "So long as mama gets to watch too."

"Well of course." He winks, holding her hand closer.

Twenty minutes later, after the doctor has done what needs to be done and the questions are over, Emma is getting dressed again when Killian asks her something from behind the curtain.

"Swan…do you want a boy or a girl?" He asks curiously, thinking about it himself. "Since you're super pregnant right now because you will be, what would you prefer?"

"Well, I would be happy with anything." She shrugs, coming out from behind the curtain dressed again. "Why? Do you have a preference?"

He shakes his head quickly, holding her jacket out for her and helps her shrug it on. "Not at all, I will love and put my utmost devotion to our child no matter what gender he or she is." He shrugs. "I guess…I have always seen myself having a girl first, but it wouldn't matter to me, I'd love either a girl or a boy."

For a split second, she imagines Killian with a baby girl, smiling at the sight in her imagination of him holding a tiny pink bundle, cooing down at her as Emma tries to get a peek at their newborn. Their baby has just been born but she's already so beautiful, and the doctors tell her how healthy she is and Emma's crying from how happy she is before Killian kisses her and-

Okay, whoa. That was new. Why would Killian be kissing her? No, she doesn't think that will ever happen, she doubts he's ever even considered her in that way, she wouldn't blame him.

She shakes her head to rid herself of these thoughts, straightening her jacket in an attempt to look casual. "I think that Killian Jones has been put on this earth to raise a daughter." She says softly, slowly smiling nervously. "I hope I can give you one."

He wraps an arm around her gently. "I hope so too."


Emma stares ahead of her, barely focusing on the TV that's blaring since both she and Killian can't hear it past their food wrappers as they eat. She thinks as an advert for pregnancy tests comes up on screen, glancing at her bag to the test she knows is in there.

"The only pregnancy test that tells you how many weeks." The woman on the TV says, making Emma close her eyes, sighing.

"Could they have said that any more irritatingly?" She asks Killian, not even looking his way like she knows he's looked at her. "She sounds so condescending. I'll bet she has a nice house in the richest area, with the best schools and the perfect husband, two children she had naturally and didn't lose one. I'll bet they got pregnant first try both times, and maybe they even have a little dog and a cat…the perfect life."

"You know all of this, how?" Killian raises an eyebrow.

"She has the voice for it. Like a mother who doesn't know what it's like to lose it." She whispers, frowning, and swallows her saliva as it builds up in her mouth. "Like she knows everything and she has a perfect life, pretending that she wants that for you too."

"Okay, I sense your irritation is stemming from three weeks ago at the doctors." Killian puts his food down, turning to her as she plays with the wrapper on her burger. "What's wrong?"

Emma sighs, taking a bite of her half eaten burger, chewing before swallowing, and washes it down with her lemonade before turning to him. "I saw a pregnant woman today, with her husband. They get the train every day to work, they've always been joking around with each other." Emma whispers. "They're the perfect couple."

"You know that for sure?"

"I've watched their relationship grow." Emma shrugs, frowning. "They were friends, partners really, they're detectives. She wanted to strive to be better and he was a prankster, always getting on her nerves, like you and me." She smiles at the thought, making him smile too.

"Sounds nice."

"Looks it." Emma points out. "He had a girlfriend and she had a boyfriend, but for a while he went away from the train, only to come back single, but she was still with this guy. They were more awkward like she knew he liked her because I knew he did. But then…on some random day, I was on my way to work on the train and they were holding hands, looking so happy, and he all but announced they had sex the night before, their first time."

"Smooth." Killian chuckles softly, taking her hand gently like he knows it's going somewhere.

"After about five months of dating, I think, they moved in together, as he announced that too." She smiles at the memory of the two strangers smiling so wide and talking about home preparations. "And then one day she was there with this huge engagement ring, and then the next thing they have matching wedding rings and I thought…that's it. You know? That…that is them."

"But?"

"Then she was gone every morning, but I saw them on the way home together, for about two or three months. But then I was out shopping with Mary Margaret today, on my day off as you know, and I saw them cuddled up. In the corner of the seats, a photo in their hands, their other hands resting on her stomach, whispering about how it wasn't planned but it was so perfect."

"That's great isn't it?" Killian whispers softly, holding her hand close gently. "That you got to watch their relationship grow in that way?"

She nods. "I know him…I felt like I know him. Like I've met him before and neither of us remembers for some reason like it's a memory we blocked out."

"And is it? Do you know this random stranger? Because that's kind of cool if you do." Killian chuckles nervously. He doesn't like where this story seems to be headed but he's listening anyway.

"I met him five years ago." She whispers, licking her lips. "I only realized it today. When I lost my son, he was there." Emma closes her eyes, picking out the memory. "He was eating his lunch or something, I-I fell and he called the ambulance."

"Swan, that…I'm so sorry." He whispers. "I don't know what to say, has he recognized you?"

"No, no, I would never mention it." She shakes her head. "But it's…I don't know. I went home and just cried because they have everything, Killian. They have everything I want and he's a nice guy and she's probably lovely." She holds back her tears. "And this…it's karma."

"Karma? Like what goes around will come around?" He raises an eyebrow in confusion.

"It's karma, for being so stupid before, for losing my baby before!" She gets angry, snatching her hand away from him quickly. "It's my fault! Because I didn't listen and I didn't try hard enough and now I can't have one at all!" She cries softly and he reaches for her but she stands, keeping her distance. "They have everything I want!"

"But, Swan, we're trying. I-I don't know what to tell you. You will get pregnant-"

"And if I don't? We're back at square one!" She cries softly, hugging herself a little. "More doctors and hospitals and more inseminations, more disappointments, and failures!"

"Swan, it's not a failure-"

"You don't know what it's like, Killian!" She exclaims, more in frustration. "You have no clue what it's like to feel the pain every time I get my period, that little reminder every month that I failed!"

"Lass, you haven't failed!"

"I failed me and you and I failed my son by failing this!" She exclaims, pacing around as she blinks back her tears. "Unsuccessful, that's what they say, but what they mean is I'm a failure!"

"Swan!"

"I can't even get pregnant, what kind of mother does that make me?" She sobs, sitting in his armchair, burying her face in her hands. "I'm the worst mother in the world, I can't even have your baby!"

"Swan, Emma! Listen to me." He whispers, taking her hands gently. "You are not a failure! You are going to be a bloody fantastic mother, okay?" Killian kneels by her, pressing kisses to her palms, letting her calm down. "Just…breathe."

She does as he asks, breathing in and holding it, biting her lip. "I'm going crazy here, I just want to take that test, I need to take it." She whispers. "But the thought of seeing the negative-"

"It'll be positive." He assures her, going to her bag and passing her the test gently. "I will be there every step of the way, darling. I will sit next to you and whisper comforting thoughts like grilled cheese and chocolate…you are not alone. I'm here. Now go pee on a stick for our future eh?"

She giggles softly, nodding quickly and standing, letting him lead her to the bathroom slowly and he closes the door to give her privacy.

After a few minutes, she steps out, clutching the test close in a tissue, sniffling softly before handing it to him. "Twenty seconds left, you look, I'm too scared. If it's negative just throw it away okay?"

He nods slowly, taking the test gently, glancing at the test for a moment. "And what if it's positive?"

She bites her lip, swallowing softly. "Then smile wide and show me." She sniffles, pacing for a moment but notices his eyebrow raise a fraction of an amount. "Well?" She asks.

Killian smiles, turning the test around slowly, revealing the result to her and she grins wider than she probably ever has in her entire life.

"We're going to have a baby, love."


So that's chapter two! I hope you guys liked it. I also hope you're all seeing the subtle yet noticeable teenily weenily little hit that are popping up about a romance...maybeeeee. Also, I super duperly loved Gideon so he's a supportive little bean okay!?