Emma, Henry and Killian have been happily living in what they consider "peace" at the new Swan apartment until Killian begins to experience repeating nightmares about his past. Their domestic bliss is interrupted by a visit from Killian's mother who comes to warn the couple about an incoming danger and give her son some shocking news about Emma. With the town whipped in a frenzy over the "paranormal" entities appearing around Storybrooke, and the threat of a mysterious new enemy – it's hard for Emma and Killian to focus on their new life together as a growing family.

Thank you for reading my last chapter! I'm very glad to see people enjoyed it and I appreciate every fav, follow or review. Alright, so this chapter is a bit longer and where the actual stuff starts. I promise the action and plot twist that you may (or may not) already see coming is going to appear very soon.

Emma

As usually, the floor around Emma was littered with documents and folders from the Sheriff's station. Emma hummed no specific toon as she scanned the new complaints sent to the Sheriff's department on the couch. I think my bicycle was stolen. My neighbor's keeps letting his dog shit in my yard. Teenagers knocked down my mailbox with a bat. Blah, blah, blah...

Suddenly, the apartment door swung open.

"Killian, check this out!" Henry shouted as he rushed in with his backpack bouncing over his shoulder.

Emma looked up from her papers. Killian poked his head into the room.

"Henry," Emma smiled as her son bursted through the door, "What's up, kid?"

"Lad?" Killian walked into the main room, with a large box of folders from the station in his arms.

Henry put his backpack down on the floor and quickly rummaged through it until he got out the silver necklace with the bird pendant.

"You know how Mr. Gold has stuff from everyone in Storybrooke?" Henry said as he walked over to them, looking at the necklace in his hand.

"Yea…" Emma cocked her head to the side and Killian put down the large box of folders on the coffee table.

"I think this might belong to you, Killian." Henry said, reaching out his arm to show Killian the necklace in his hand.

Bit feminine for him, but's it's pretty.

"Cool, huh?" Henry said, gazing down at the seagull charm, "Is it yours? It says 'Jones' on it."

"Where'd you find this?" Killian asked, taking the necklace from Henry. His eyes were wide.

Was it the necklace Killian had been seeing in his dreams?

"Grandpa's shop." Henry answered.

"Killian?" Emma looked beside her at the speechless pirate with his terrified blue eyes staring down at the necklace. She could feel Killian's tension and the obvious feeling of his walls threatening to build up.

Emma inhaled deeply and looked towards Henry. The kid had to leave if she had any chance of getting Killian to open up.

"…Hey kid, don't you have some homework to do?"

Henry rolled his eyes but he learned not to argue with Emma when she gave him the "can-we-not-talk-about-this-right-now look." He grabbed his backpack from the floor and walked to his room without another word. Emma watched him leave feeling very grateful but also a bit bad. Henry would know what was going on – just not right now.

Killian

Impossible. Killian wondered how it was likely this necklace would come back into his life accompanied by nightmares. Did it mean something? Why did everything strange that happened in his life have to mean so much? He kept staring down at the small silver seagull until Emma placed her hand below his own, giving him her warmth and comfort.

"This was my mother's necklace." Killian muttered.

"The one from your nightmares?" Emma cocked an eyebrow.

"Hey, it's okay," she said with her familiar smile of reassurance, "We'll figure this out."

"Bloody coincidence don't you think?."

"I would have thought you knew really well by now that this town is full of convenient coincidences."

Killian genuinely smiled at that. He leaned into Emma and she met him half way. They shared a short but passionate kiss before Swan went into a serious savior/sheriff investigation mode.

"May I?" she asked, staring at the necklace in his hand. He knew that look so well - the look of a woman on a mission.

Killian silently handed it over to her and she immediately began turning it over in her hand – scanning every detail. Emma stopped at the "Jones" engravement and stroked it with her thumb.

"You sure this isn't a fake?" She asked, without looking up.

"I'm sure."

"How?" Emma glanced up at him.

"Just trust me. I can feel it."

They stared at eachother for a second or two before Emma nodded. Killian had a bad feeling about this.

"Alright," she said, "I'm going to head over to Gold's then."

"What? Why?" Killian caught her arm with his hook as Emma started walking away. He should have known she'd be too impatient to wait once a mission had been presented to her.

"Henry found it in his shop. Maybe he can tell us how he got it."

"It's late, love," Killian pleaded, "We can do this tomorrow."

"No," Emma surprised him when she quickly freed her arm and gave him a stern look, "Look, these nightmares and worries you're having need to stop and this is the quickest way to get started."

"Swan, I don't want you to have to worry about me," Killian sighed, "Especially if it means you going to the crocodile for help."

"Well what do you suggest we do?" Emma tilted her head at him with an exasperated expression on her.

Killian sighed and glanced around the room in quick thought, "We can see him tomorrow," he looked pointedly at Emma, "together."

The next morning, Emma had convinced a still reluctant Killian that a visit to Rumplestiltskin was 'absolutely necessary' to find out more about the necklace. He knew that if he didn't agree, she'd go on her own anyway, and he was loathe to ever leave her alone to deal with the crocodile. Turns out, it was a waste of time anyway and just looking at Rumplestiltskin put Killian in a mood.

"I told you the crocodile wouldn't be of any bloody help." Killian muttered as they exited Mr. Gold's shop with the jingle of the store's bells.

"At least we tried," Emma sighed, "There might be something at the station if we..."

A strange figure in the corner of Killian's eye caught his attention. On the sidewalk across them, a woman clad in a grey, ruined and ragged robe stood staring over at him. The woman had long black tresses blowing gracefully in the wind behind her and over her breast. Her hands were stiff beside her and her blue eyes were desperately sorrowful. Killian felt a cold chill down his spine.

Mother?

He felt a hand on his shoulder and jumped slightly at the contact. Killian looked over at Emma with wide eyes and she put her hand down quickly.

"I said... are you alright?" Emma asked, raising her brow.

Killian looked back to the place where he saw his mother. When he turned his head, the woman was suddenly standing right in front of him – close enough to touch him. Her eyes were swimming in tears and her skin was as pale as death. Killian jumped back in shock.

"He is in danger." His mother's mouth didn't open but from her presence came a warped and urgent voice that raised every hair on Killian's body.

He stumbled further backwards, staring at her in terror until he lost his balance and fell. Like waking from a nightmare, Killian suddenly saw Emma appear in front of him, blocking the figure of his mother. Her eyes betrayed fright and overwhelming worry (that gave him a pang of guilt) and her mouth was moving. She was saying something but he couldn't hear her.

" –llian!" Emma's alarmed voice suddenly started reaching him, "Hook! Killian, what happened?!"

Killian leaned to the side to see behind Emma, but his mother was gone. Emma looked over her shoulder to follow his gaze again before turning back to him. She kneeled down on the floor in front of Killian and put a hand on his leg.

"Hook, what is going on with you?"

"My mother. my bloody... mother," Killian gasped, "She was right there."

"What?" Emma asked incredulously and looked over her shoulder once more.

"He is in danger?"

"Danger? Who?" Emma looked back at him.

"I don't have the slightest." Killian breathed and gazed into Emma's eyes with anxiety.

Emma inhaled deeply and leaned forward to hug him gently, "Alright. It's okay, alright? Whatever this is, we'll figure this out. "

He eventually relaxed into her arms and raised his shaking hand to return her embrace.

"Bloody hell, I'm worse than some startled maiden." Killian pulled away from the hug and got up. He cursed himself for the tremble in his hands but he wanted to kick himself for the worry he saw in Emma. The worry that he put there.

Emma

It wasn't so much the fact that the ghost of his dead mother was haunting Killian that scared her. What frightened Emma the most was seeing her pirate so vulnerable. She rarely saw this side of him and it truly worried her. They felt each other's pain so naturally and seeing him in so much made her desperate to stop it immediately. They had been fine until now... happy and relatively peaceful with just a few easy incidents occasionally happening around town. She should have known it wouldn't last forever. God, it made her so mad but she wasn't about to put anything else on Killian's plate. He was anxious as it was without her complaints.

"Did... she say anything else?" Emma asked as she got up with him.

"She just said 'He is in danger,' nothing else."

"Okay. Whoever he is, we need to find him." Emma bit the inside of her lip, "But we need to find out who 'he' is first."

"And you don't think I've gone completely barking mad?" Killian raised a dark eyebrow.

Emma let out a breathe from her nose, "You're a lot of things, but I'm sure that actually insane is not one of them."

Killian smiled but Emma could see the strain in his eyes and he was clenching his mother's silver necklace in his hand. Though, Emma never believed in ghosts, coming to Storybrooke made her exceptionally more open-minded. Maybe he really saw her, or maybe it was some sort of magic. Whatever it was, she trusted Killian.

"Your mom. What was her name?"

"...Gavia." he answered before tucking the necklace inside his jacket.

What do I say?

"She had great taste in jewelry," Emma decided, smiling faintly.

I just had to say something as stupid as that, didn't I?

"My father gave the necklace to her as a gift," Killian said, "when they found out she was with child."

"With you?"

"No, my brother."

"Liam."

Killian nodded. Emma had barely told him about his brother. She knew about their past as naval officers and how Liam died in Neverland - but nothing else. She never put much thought on it, but it was starting to become so evident he knew much more about her past then she did about his. She'd have to fix that as soon as possible.

"...You know," Emma said softly, "You still haven't told me much about-"

Killian stopped abruptly, staring at something in front of them. He put an arm in front of Emma to halt her.

So much for conversation.

"Is it her?" Emma whispered urgently, squinting her eyes (pointlessly) to see what he was looking at. She couldn't see anyone – just the empty sidewalk in front of them. She felt ridiculous and frustrated that she couldn't see what he was seeing.

"Aye... The child?" Killian asked, "Child? Wait!"

He groaned and flexed his jaw (like he so often did when he was annoyed. Emma definitely didn't think was incredibly attractive. Nope. She definitely... didn't.) Otherwise, the way he was acting, Emma at any other point in her life would definitely claim he was not alright in the head. Even if she wanted to believe he was crazy, it wasn't going to happen now. They understood each other too well and she and saw him for the good man he really was. Emma would never have opened up her heart and home to him if she didn't like what she saw.

"The child? What did she say?"

"That's it. 'The child'," Killian put a finger on his temple and closed his eyes tightly, "Bloody helpful."

"Shut up, that is helpful. We know now whoever is in danger is a boy. A kid-" Emma's voice trailed off and her eyes widened.

Henry?

"Henry?" Killian asked, staring at Emma. It was as if he read her mind like an open book.

"No…" He shook his head, "He isn't a child."

"Yes, he is!" Emma insisted.

"No. He isn't. Emma, love, he's as old as I was when people where I grew up were considered old enough to leave home and get married."

"Fine, but that isn't how it works here. Henry-"

"My mum isn't…wasn't from here, Emma."

Emma bit the inside of her mouth and sighed.

"Okay maybe you're right. But who else could she be talking about?" Emma inhaled deeply, "And why does she care?"

When Killian raised an eyebrow, Emma tilted her head and looked at him apologetically.

I'm a goddamn idiot.

"No, I mean that-"

"No, Swan, you're right." Killian interrupted with narrowed eyes as he looked away in thought, "Why would she? It wouldn't make any sense. My mother doesn't have any relations with anyone here but me."

And then it hit Emma like a truck. No. Anything but that.

Her palms began to sweat and her heart beat so loudly against her ribs that it felt like the vibrations reached her skull. Inaudible gasp escaped her lips as she realized she couldn't keep it to herself anymore. He had to know the truth, and soon.

Fun Fact: Killian's mother's name, "Gavia" means seagull in latin according to Google translate!