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Chapter 2: Tiny Victories

"Emma!" Mary Margret and David Nolan ran to their daughter with arms opened wide. Emma tried to smile.

"Mom, Dad." She got a group hug from both of her parents. Mary Margret started to cry. "Emma! Look what you've done! You've made your mother cry!" David jokingly scolded Emma, trying to continue to build the fantastic father/daughter bond the two of them started to build before all her memories were erased. You could see the pain in David's eyes that he lost his daughter for over a year. While Mary Margret missed Emma as well, there was something special between David and Emma.

"David!" Mary Margret hit David on the shoulder. "Just because the baby is making me all hormonal does not mean you can go blame it on anyone but yourself." Mary Margret was more than seven months pregnant, and she really popped. However, pregnancy looked good on her. Both David and Mary Margret were excited to have another child, and equally excited to have their daughter home. David would never admit however, but he was hoping for a boy. He didn't want Emma to feel as if her relationship with him was being replaced by their new baby girl.

There was a cough from behind them, "Grandma? Grandpa? Are you forgetting someone?"

"Of course not Henry!" David scooped up Henry and gave him a hug. Mary Margret kissed Henry on the cheek. David put Henry back on the ground and turned to Killian. The two of them shook hands and went in for a "bro" hug. "Thank you for bringing them both back to us."

"No problem, David. Henry was a real sport!" Killian said with a smile as he ruffled up Henry's hair. He looked up at Emma to see a tiny smile across her face. Killian was willingly to consider that a tiny victory.

"Bye Mom. I will see you in about a week." Henry said to Emma as he was about to step into the carriage with Regina.

It has been three days since they all made it back to the castle, and Regina was itching to spend time with her son.

"I know sport, I will see you soon. I love you." Emma embraced her son one last time. She sent him off into the carriage and waved goodbye to both Regina and Henry as they left for the other side of the forest.

"Well love, now that Henry is gone, what would you like to do?" Killian appeared out of the shadows.

"Thanks Killian, I just" there was a pause. Emma looked Killian in the eyes for a second too long, as if she was hoping Killian would see something and understand, but Emma quickly looked down at the floor "need to be alone." Emma turned and walked away from not just Killian, but from her problems.

"Swan, wait!" Killian said full of desperation in her voice. But either Emma didn't hear him, or chose to ignore him, she didn't turn around.

That night, out of curiosity, Killian staked out Emma's bedroom. Based off of what happened in the cabin, Killian was half expecting to hear her screaming because of her nightmares. However, no screams ever came from her bedroom. Instead, shortly after the castle quieted down, Emma left her room and vanished into the dark. She would be out all night, only to return just before the sun was about rise to make sure no one had any suspicions about her not sleeping.

This happened every night, and each night Killian tried to follow her, but she was too sneaky, or she knew she was being followed that he would lose her somewhere in the forest surrounding the castle. Eventually Killian was able to follow Emma to her final destination. It was a cliff. It was a beautiful sight. You could oversee the entire kingdom, and there was a lake where the light of the moon was reflected so beautifully that it gave a glow to the night and the stillness of the kingdom.

When Killian arrived, she saw Emma sitting with her feet dangling over the edge, mumbling to herself.

"I could do it you know. I could. They would be so much better without me. I know what I saw. You can't change the future. I can't change the past. I get to suffer the consequences."

Emma slowly stood up, leaving her toes to hang over the edge. For the first time, Killian was able to see the damage. Emma was only wearing shorts and a tank top, so Killian could see the cuts, bruises, and scars which covered her body. He couldn't believe his eyes. Her ribcage was clearly visible and it looked like Emma didn't have an ounce of fat on her. Upon seeing her like this, Killian couldn't remember the last time he saw Emma eat.

With the wind howling, the moon shining brightly, Emma looked over the edge of the cliff. The drop was more than a 100 feet. She just looked at the edge of the cliff. It was 10 minutes until she took a step back and collapsed in tears. "I can't do this. I am not strong enough. I can't. I can't do this." She began to cry and scream so loudly it broke Killian's heart. He couldn't just sit in the shadows and not do anything. He walked over to Emma.

Killian sat down next to Emma, picked her up, which was easy since she was nothing but skin and bone, and placed her on his lap and let her cry into his shoulder and he held onto her for dear life. He tried his hardest not to cry, but to see his Swan in so much pain, he couldn't help but feel just as sad and miserable. They sat there until the sun came up, until she stopped crying.

Emma looked up to see who was holding her and was surprised. She kicked and squirmed her way out of Killian's arms. Her face was full of hurt and confusion, as she turned and ran to castle as fast as her badly injured legs could carry. He knew better than to try to chase her. So he sat silence until he was sure she had reached the castle, and began to walk back. This was another tiny victory, and Killian knew that. He also knew that a man not willingly to fight for what he wants gets what he deserves. Killian has never wanted someone or something as badly as he wanted Emma. Every cell in his body screamed her name when she walked by. She was all Killian could ever think about, and the only reason he agreed to live in the castle with the Charmings. He was just so unsure of how to help Emma when the damage was far worse than he ever imagined.