Mary Margaret is not pleased at what stumbles upon her doorstep. Being released from the hospital only days before her head still aches with the air of an old coma. Her stare is raging motherly, "why is he here?" She snaps, arms crossed.
Emma hangs her head, this would be the tricky part.
"Still living with your parents?" Ask Killian lightly, his accent strong and overrunning, but the words are light and filled with curiosity.
Emma takes no notion to his words, only a cringe of the hand, "Mary -"
"- Mother" interrupted Snow before letting her daughter speak.
"- Mother, he hasn't a place to stay." Hissed Emma, nearly flailing in outrage.
"He tried to kill us," she responded with a snort. Charming stood by her side, his gaze hard and unwelcoming at the site of him. He obviously showed unwavering loyalty to Snow – and only her.
It was almost outrageous how little they cared for the one-handed man, how hard they cast him out. With a hard glare and bile in her mouth she spoke, "and you call yourselves kind. Don't you see he wanted to get back here as much as you did?" She was nearly shouting, hands clenched and shaking. "He did what he had to so he could survive like the rest of us! Deny him shelter and you are just as bad a Cora and him."
Emma didn't even hear the words that were muttered by Killian - please don't - because she was to focused on her mother.
Her mother just watched her, curiosity etched on her face. All signs of her old hostility had vanished and she just looked at her husband. For a moment there was a look in their eyes that Emma couldn't identify and then a nod. Charming then spoke, "Emma dear, you're right. We are being cruel. We are trying to protect a child that has already grown into adulthood. We know what it is like to be denied from another… and I hate seeing that happen to you. He can stay, as seeing no one else would accept him."
Killian and Emma looked at them, not entirely believing what they were hearing. The two of them weren't engaged, or even close to it. They were starting something, two broken bodies beginning after a shatter. The idea of them being to involved so early made their ears twitch but they continued to listen.
"And to be frank, we need to give you some space. Me and Snow are moving out."
Emma's glare was still strong but her brow un-furrowed at these words, "what!" She snorted. "I don't believe Storybrooke has any open property."
"Actually, that's wrong…" Said Snow with a twitch of a smile. "Near the woods there is a small cabin. A lot like what your father grew up in."
"And this flat'll be mine?" Asked Emma, brow resumed to its furrowed state. She admitted it, it would be sad to see her old flat-share move, but Emma did like the idea of living on her own again. Well, minus Killian.
Snow nodded, tears brimming at her eyes. "As alone as you'd like it."
Emma hadn't fully forgiven her mom for the recent fight but she still pulled her into an embrace. "You'll be nearby…"
"Its for the best." Agreed her mother.
"We'll be gone by noon tomorrow," her father breathed with a grin. "And c'mon, we have a lot of packing to do… your mother has packed on the crap for the past years…" He looked around at the knickknacks and curled his nose with a shiver.
Snow just giggled in response, pulling some boxes from nearby.
Killian even began to smile, "I've got this!"
"Hey! Don't touch anything! I don't trust you and your hook," said Charming with a light tone. It was light but Emma could still identify the chill behind his words and the way his mouth curled angrily. She sighed, it would take some time for her parents to except the pirate into their house. But this was a start.
So with everyone happy she handed Killian a box, which he balanced precisely on the crook of an arm. And all was joyful as they began to pack up and star life a 'new.
