Hi everyone thanks again for reading! I just want to mention that I did change the first chapter. I had read it through and made changes. So you will definitely want to check out the first chapter again. I have the next chapter already written so i will have it posted in the next week. Hope you enjoy reading it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing...if I did Hook would be mine or at least shirtless quite often.

Chapter 2

Eight years had passed and Emma was still a child. The time had seemed like weeks to everyone else. The rest of the town so far was unchanged fact proven by Baby Neal and Baby Robin having remained babies. Regina worked with Zelena to try to find a way to change Emma back. The request of Regina's contact's assistance was still unanswered. Regina did not expect to receive an answer. There was still no sign of Gold in Storybrooke. Killian and Henry had traveled to New York to look for him and Snow had sent word through Ariel to look for him in the Enchanted Forest. Neither of them had delivered any signs or evidence of the Dark One.

Emma was thirteen years old and in school at Storybrooke middle school. She now openly called Mary Margaret and David by Mom and Dad and had become great friends with the boy she didn't know was her son. She had accepted a life here in Storybrooke. She was still haunted by images of a déjà vu distinction. She knew that things were different here in Storybrooke than the rest of the world. She knew because she wasn't a kid anymore.

Emma Swan had slowly vanished as Emma Nolan was born from love and happiness and having been raised in loving home. Emma Nolan had found her home at age 5. Emma Nolan had the life she never had as Emma Swan. She lived with two adoring parents and had the whole town eating out of her hand at thirteen Emma was confident and Strong. She helped her father out with chores at the sheriff station and hung out with friends on the weekend. Emma seemed like an average normal American teenager but she wasn't normal. No one in Storybrooke was normal. Emma knew something was strange when her baby brother was still a baby after eight years. It hadn't seemed like eight months to her. Emma knew that she wasn't five years old anymore. She questioned Henry about it one day and his answer shocked her.

They were sitting at the docks having detoured on their walk to school by Granny's for cocoa and donuts. Then went to the docks to eat them and talk.

"Henry, why is Neal still a baby? He was a baby when my parents found me and that was eight years ago. Why is he still a baby? And you, you're the same age you were when I was found. How is that possible?"

"Because," Henry paused. "Storybrooke is frozen. People don't age here like they do in other places. We're cursed. ..Again," Henry explained. He told her about the first curse and how it brought everyone here and how she was found alongside the highway. And how he had brought her to Storybrooke being careful not to mention he was her son. He knew the rules of time travel but didn't know if they applied to this situation so he decided to avoid that topic just in case.

"So you're telling me that everything in that storybook you have read to me for years is true?" She raised her eyebrows at him and gave him a sweet smile that told him she thought he was crazy. "Henry did you hit your head? Are you okay?"

"Didn't hit my head, I'm fine" He glanced at her then winced in pain as she smacked him in the back of his head.

"Okay not delusional just psychotic. Do you even hear yourself?" Emma paced back and forth she didn't want to believe Henry but were there any other explanations? "It's the water right? There's something in the water. It keeps people from aging. Like a fountain of youth. It's made everyone crazy." Henry just shook his head at her.

"You've aged, so it's not the water. " Henry pointed out.

"Why is that? If everyone was frozen why did I age?" Emma challenged.

"Because, you are the Savior."

"No, I'm not "The savior". You are crazy though."

"I become the next author. I wrote your story. I recorded it. You are the savior the only way for you to fix things is to remember your past. Your parents think there's a magical way to break the curse, but I know it's you. Your memories, you have to remember who you were. Reading this book will help." Henry pushed the book at her.

Emma glared at the book, her hand almost reached out to take it then she shoved it back to henry and turned away. "I'm not reading your book, Henry," Emma said with a sigh, "I've heard all the stories a million times, you read that book to me every day as I was growing up."

"You haven't heard these stories before. You haven't read this book before; you don't know your story." He finished softly.

"Are you serious?" Emma yelled. "I'm thirteen the same age as you. I don't have a story." She rubbed her eyes." I was found when I was five years old by walking into Granny's you were there. It was a sad day. Everyone was crying no one ever told me why…" She looked at Henry for an explanation.

"That's was the day you disappeared."

Clearly exasperated Emma threw her hands up in the air and Said "I didn't disappear. I was found that day. Everyone was crying before I got there."

Henry started to say something but Emma glared at him and he wisely chose not to. "I was found that day by my parents. Well they weren't my parents then but they are now. "Emma looked at him.

Henry smiled at her. He was a very nice looking boy with his brown hair just a little shaggy and his brown eyes that knew too much. He did however have a big nose personally she thought it was cute but her father had always said it was because he couldn't keep his nose out of other people's business. She knew Henry had been adopted by Regina and that his dad was dead and that her parents were somehow his grandparents. But that was all she knew.

He kind of looked like her but not in an obvious way. They sure acted alike, her mother said he had Emma's stubbornness But she didn't understand how that was possible.

"How are we related?" she asked suddenly.

Henry smiled at her "You're my mom."

Emma threw her hands up in the air clearly exasperated. "I give up. I'll take your stupid book now go to school and leave me alone."

Henry handed her the book and looked at her, "You have school too you know."

"Yeah I know. I'll be there." Emma looked off at the boats and the people that walked around the docks as henry walked away. She sat down on a bench crossed legged and opened the book to the first page; it was different than the other one. The first page showed a woman who looked a lot like her but older and she was in a hospital gown and crying. The doctor stood to one side holding a baby.

Metal struck metal the handcuffs around her wrist smacked the bed railing.

"It's a boy."

Emma closed her eyes at the feeling of sadness that rushed into her. It wasn't a memory it was her imagination…. At least she thought it was her imagination. She opened her eyes and stared at Henry's retreating back. Calling for him to wait, she shoved the book in her school bag and ran after him.

"I have a huge favor to ask you but you can't tell my parents…Or your mom." Emma looked at him warily and he finally agreed.

"I have been dreaming of a house for as long as I can remember."

"A house?" Henry asked.

"A big blue house with a white fence and… bunnies in my dream there were always bunnies in the yard. " She smiled sheepishly when he looked at her with big grin, "I like bunnies."

"Uh-huh. I think I know the house." Henry grinned not resisting the urge to poke her a little. "I don't know about the bunnies though." He laughed as she punched him in the arm.

The house looked exactly like she had dreamed. She knew there was a key under a huge flower pot on the stairs. Walking quickly to the stairs she lifted the first flower pot and there nested underneath was a small silver key. Emma stared at in disbelief Henry just looked smug. She scowled at him and his smug grin got bigger. She shook her head and walked to the door. She fit the key in the lock and opened it.

Henry followed Emma in and she looked around. She took in the pictures hanging on the wall there was one of Killian and the blonde woman from her memory, imagination. Emma corrected herself. It was not a memory. She walked further in the house and looked to around She saw a spy glass poised at the window and walked to it. She reached out a finger tentatively and touched it.

Killian was standing near the telescope and gasped softly

"That is a stunning view of the sea. There is no site like a full moon over the waves."

"Back in Camelot you said the ocean calmed you. I thought you might like to see it."

Emma turned to henry, "I've been here before. This is my house."

"It's our house, your mine and …" Henry trailed off not sure if he should say it.

"Killian lived here? Is he my father are you my brother is that blonde woman in the pictures our mother?"

Henry shook his head "Yes. No. You're my mother. You are the blonde woman."

"No I'm not." Emma stormed past him and ran up the stairs she knew her bedroom was on the left and there was another room belonging to Henry on the right and a bathroom on the right also she opened the door. She knew there was a tube of cinnamon toothpaste in the bathroom next to a tube of mint. She knew there was three toothbrushes in the cabinet a yellow one, a green one and Henry's blue one. She knew she didn't have to open the cabinet to see that half of it was well organized and uncluttered and the other half was cluttered. She opened the mirrored door and sighed at the sight before her just as she had imagined a minute ago half was cluttered and half was clean. She gave a laugh that was half sob.

Emma went to the bedroom that she knew was hers and opened the door. She glanced around moved instinctively to a large closet and looked in. Before opening the door she knew exactly what she was looking for. She didn't' know how she knew or why it was there. In the middle of the rack of clothes was exactly what she knew exactly what she needed, the red leather jacket. Emma knew it would bring her security. Emma pulled it off the rack and slipped it on then refusing to see anything else confusing she left the room. She slowly descended the stairs and looked at Henry who took in the leather jacket with a raised eyebrow and a smirk. Emma shrugged.

"It was just waiting for me." She gave as an explanation. Emma sucked in ragged breath and turned towards to the kitchen. A wooden door under the stairs caught her attention she walked towards it when a voice stopped her and it wasn't Henry's.

"I wouldn't go there if I were you, dearie." Emma gasped and turned to the voice it was a man with goldish green skin and he leaned in close to her and Emma let out a small scream. Henry jumped at her scream and the gold man vanished in a cloud of purple dust. Emma was ready to leave when a picture on the wall caught her attention. It was Henry and he was just a little boy and the blonde woman from the other pictures they were smiling and laughing and she was hugging him but what stopped Emma was the dimple in her left cheek she had the same dimple in her left cheek. She went down the row of pictures. In every picture the same blonde woman and Henry, the blonde woman and Emma's parents, the blonde woman and Killian and in every picture she was smiling and every smile she had a dimple in her left cheek. Emma knew these were pictures of her but she didn't want to believe it. She reached out and stroked a finger over the dimple in the woman's face. She turned back to Henry tearfully.

"This is me." She had tears freely falling down her cheeks now.

Henry nodded, "Yeah."

"I need to go." Emma ran from the house. She found herself on the docks. She just wanted to wake up from this dream and go back to where she was an ordinary girl.

Killian saw her come to the docks and watched her as she stared out at the sea. He was standing on deck of the Jolly watching her she met his eyes and stood. She slowly stepped on board the jolly and looked around it wasn't her first time on the ship she had gone sailing last week with Henry and him before things changed.

"Henry says I'm the savior." She blurted out.

Killian studied her face, "Aye that's true."

"Why?" Emma asked, "How?" She began to walk around on deck as she asked questions." How am I supposed to save a town full of people? I'm just a kid." She said.

"Well perhaps you aren't supposed to do it alone. Or perhaps you won't do it at all. I think it's up to you. No one can force you. But Emma, I have seen the depths of your magic. I know you can do this. I believe in you." Killian nodded towards the docks as Henry came to a stop jut off the docks. "So does Henry."

Emma turned and saw henry stepping on board, she smiled a wavy smile. Henry came up to her and hugged her around the shoulders and then sat down on a wooden crate "Your parents believe in you too, so does my mom."

Emma laughed" I thought I was your mom."

Killian felt his eyebrow raise he hadn't expected the lad to tell her that.

"Well my other mom, Regina. She and my aunt Zelena are constantly going over spells and curses trying to find a way to break it. They won't break it though, because there is only one to break it."

"And that is?" She asked with both eyebrows raised, henry opened his mouth to tell her but it was Killian who sent shivers down her spine when he spoke.

"True Love's Kiss." She glanced at Killian and something in his eyes made her shiver.

That night Emma had nightmares again she dreamed of the house and of flying monkeys (always those damn monkeys). The darkness swallowed her and she hurt Killian. He was dead and she had been the on to kill him. She cried out his name in her sleep. When she woke he was sitting on the side of her bed holding a familiar blue bunny. Her parents stood by the stairs. She hadn't had nightmares in years but when she used to have them he was the only who could ever calm her down. He held out the bunny to her.

"You're safe here. You will always be safe here princess. I will always be here. You will be safe. We … I just want you to be happy." He looked at the young girl and looked into her green eyes that spoke of hurt and confusion and he missed the eyes that had love and joy in them he would get his Swan back. He had to. He cupped her cheek in his hand and kissed her forehead tenderly, then turned and walked down the stairs and to the door.

She ran to the edge of the loft and looked over in time to see Killian race out the door with one last look at her. She met her father's concerned eyes and let her tears fall. "I don't understand." She cried. David moved to take her in his arms, Mary Margaret came right behind him and they held her the three of them making one unit. And she cried until she had nothing left to cry. Her father kissed the top of her head before they left. Clutching the bunny in her arms she went back to her bed and slipped off in a dreamless sleep.

Emma stood the wind blowing her hair in her hair as she stared out to the water she used to dream of mermaids and dolphins now she was dreaming of darkness and killing people. She had chosen a pair of jeans and a white sweater under a familiar red leather jacket made her feel safe. Emma had found a gray beanie in the pocket, pulling it out now she put it on.

Over the last few days Emma studied the storybook carefully but still hadn't opened the one Henry dubbed her story. She didn't want to know about her future yet. She just wanted to be a kid. The book had other ideas. It opened on its own and showed a picture of Killian and the woman Henry claimed was her. They were climbing some sort of large plant. She looked at it and turned the page it was that woman and Killian. She held her hand out in the story and Killian was clutching it in his. Emma heard the conversation as if she were there.

"So now you're going to be a gentleman?"

"….I'm always a gentleman"

Emma had cut her hand and Killian had mended it for her and wrapped it with a scarf to protect it. The scar had been around his neck but he gave it to her to bind her wounded hand.

Emma glanced down at her palm expecting to see a black scarf wrapped around her palm. She could feel the burn from the rum on her hand and feel the tightness of the scarf she could feel the soft material. But her hand was empty but Emma saw something that she had never noticed before. A scar a faint scar running across her palm that she had never noticed before. She ran her fingers over the faint line and let out a shaky breath. Slamming the book closed she picked up her phone and texted Henry to meet her on the Jolly Roger.

Killian watched her from his place at the wheel. Emma had never had an ordinary life and apparently she wasn't meant to have one. When she had pulled up with Henry in the yellow bug his eyes went straight to the red jacket she wore. Of course she would pull out her armor not even knowing what it was. It was instinct. His Emma was coming out to say "I'm Still here, don't give up on me." Watching her now he knew she had a lot of questions. He motioned for Henry to take the wheel and walked over to talk to the girl. He sat on a wood crate near where she stood.

"You have Questions," Killian said softly.

Emma turned, "Only about a million."

"Well let's get on with them then."

"Who are you?"

"Killian Jones, Pirate Captain."

"Captain Hook? You're Captain Hook? It's true? It's all true my parents are …" she looked up at Henry.

He smiled at her. "Snow White and Prince Charming, it's actually David. Prince David. Charming was a Knick name that she gave him." He told her from the wheel.

"You fell in love with a princess." Killian raised his eyebrow at her and she shot him a smug look, "Henry has read me the story my whole time here in Storybrooke. I know the whole story up till the day the princess disappeared."

"Yes. It's true." Killian said at length. "We believe you are here in Storybrooke to help find the princess."

"She had blonde hair, and she looked like me a bit." She said softly. Killian glanced at Henry who just shrugged his shoulders.

"Aye she was beautiful, is beautiful, blonde hair and eyes like moss on the forest floor. And she had a dimple in her left cheek. "

"I have blonde hair and green eyes and a dimple." Emma stated looking at Killian he sucked in a breath sure he knew what her next question would be.

"Aye," Was all Killian had said.

"The house, how did I know about the house?" Emma asked. "I saw you there. "

Killian scrubbed a hand over his face. "It's your house," he murmured.

"My house had bunnies in the yard." Emma murmured," It's not my house. Did it belong to your girlfriend, your princess?"

Killian smiled at her "Aye, it did. But I don't know anything about bunnies."

Emma smiled, but her smile faded and a frown replaced it, "I don't understand though, why do I have memories of your princess?"

"Because you are my princess, "He said quietly. She saw the tears brimming in his eyes before he turned away and a stunned Emma stood staring at the water with tears running down her cheeks.