2 updates in a week...but I will be going to California soon as part of my internship thingy (woo covering press at SDCC!), so I want to get this story progressing. Comments are always welcomed. :p

Waking early the next morning, Emma grabs her red leather jacket, lacing up her boots as she finishes her morning coffee. Decaf of course. Dr. Whale said it's best for her to condense her caffeine intake while she's pregnant. However, this morning, she's going to need some form of coffee in her system to tackle her plan. A plan she's keeping on the downlow from Killian. She mentioned to him late last night that she has an early morning shift at the station and wouldn't be back home until dinner.

The truth is she's actually going to scope out the town in search of his mother. If he won't let her accompany him in finding out why she's in Storybrooke, then she's taking it into her own hands. And if Emma's good at anything, it's finding people. She did it for a living for a couple years in Boston. It was the one thing she's ever exceled at. Besides failing.

The sun beats down on her as she closes her car door by the docks. Her first instinct was to check the docks. If Mrs. Jones is anything like her husband, then the sea is her calling. Seeing the Jolly Roger rocking with the waves, she approaches the ship. Normally she'd be hesitant to board the ship without Killian present, but this is a task. Also, as sheriff, it's her duty to find out about new arrivals in her town. Regina would want to know for her records too. At least that's what she's telling herself to shake the guilty feeling residing in her stomach.

Climbing aboard, Emma peeks around the corner. She can hear movement from below the deck, in the captain's quarters. If Killian knew she was in his quarters, he would have a fit. Tiptoeing down the ladder, she sees the back of a woman with dark hair. The same color as Killian's. The woman turns towards Emma with a startled gasp. Her dark blues shine at Emma, and she can't help but step back.

Emma had thought his mother would be dressed in rags, but she's wearing black leather pants and a simple red blouse with booted heels. In fact, she looks like she just stepped out of the catalogue for a fashion magazine. She also doesn't look a day over thirty, give or take a few years, which is awkward considering Emma is 32 herself. She'll never be over the weird aging of people from this town.

"Don't move; I have a gun," Emma threatens, taking the gun from the pocket of her jeans. She raises it in warning as his mother puts her hands slightly in the air, a warm smile gracing her lips. There's something about the smile that rubs her the wrong way. It's almost a menacing smile. One very similar to when Emma found Hook almost dead on the side of the road after successfully pushing Belle over the town line. It was a look of satisfaction. She pushes the bad memories from her mind.

"You must be the sheriff. And the Savior. And also my son's beautiful wife," his mother tells her.

"What's your name?" Emma doesn't acknowledge her observations of her, only focusing on finding out how this woman is here and why.

The woman puts her hands down when she senses Emma isn't going to shoot her. "The name's Narissa. Or rather, Queen Narissa."

Emma fights the urge to roll her eyes. Killian's mother is the evil sorcerer from Enchanted? Honestly, what is this life of hers? "Right, so why are you here? We think you were dead."

"Ah," Narissa shakes her head with a small smile. "My lovely husband, ex to be exact, must have told my boys that. He never made me happy, so I chose to find myself a life that be up to my expectations."

"Doing that and leaving your two sons in the wake," Emma seethes with anger. What kind of woman would give her children away for their own selfish gain. Now Emma becomes suspicious as to why Killian went to see Gold for information about his mom. Cowards in the Enchanted Forest must have bound together back in the day.

Narissa places her hand against her heart, almost as if the words Emma says to her hurt her feelings. "I never wanted to leave them, but I didn't have a choice, my dear. Just as you didn't with your little boy. But I can see you're having a new one? Congratulations."

Emma clenches the gun even tighter, resisting the urge to shoot this woman in the face. "Don't you dare compare me to you! I gave my son up to give him is best chance because I knew I couldn't be the mother he needed."

"So you left him to be raised by the Evil Queen? And now the newest child you have is going to be raised by Captain Hook," she laughs bitterly at Emma.

"He's a good man, and he's going to make a wonderful father. He would never leave our baby or me. I can't say the same about you, your majesty," she says with sarcasm dripping from her voice.

The boat rocks back and forth as Emma watches Narissa with dead eyes. She drops her gun, watching as Narissa raises her hand. Just like that, Emma is passed out cold on the floor of the Jolly Roger, Narissa steps over Emma.

"Should have listened to that husband of yours," she scolds Emma who is passed out cold.

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Killian is at Grannys when David comes rushing in. He's finishing off the last of his pancakes, downing it with rum as he goes. As much as Emma wanted him to cut back on his rum intake, the reappearance of his mother had him yearning to find comfort in the bottom of the bottle.

"Have you seen Emma?" David breathes out, as if he's been running.

Killian gets out of the booth in a rush. "She went to work early this morning."

David shakes his head. "She wasn't scheduled until 10."

"Bloody hell," Killian runs out the door with David in tow. He now realizes the tone of Emma's voice from last night when she told him she was going into work early this morning. Of course she wasn't going to work early; she was trying to find his mother because he told her not to worry about her. To let him worry about her. He should have known better than to trust she wouldn't go after his mother herself. As much as he loves Emma, she can be rather stubborn when she wants to be.

"Where is she?" David asks, catching up to Killian's chipped pace.

Killian doesn't look back as he tells David where he assumes she may be. "The Jolly Roger I would presume. She went after my mother even though I told her not to!"

"You know she wouldn't listen."

This time Killian does stop to turn around to David. "If my mother hurt Emma and the baby, this is my fault! Everything bad that has ever happened to Emma is my fault-paying for my past sins."

"Emma chose to be with you, Killian," David says calmly. "She puts up with this because she loves you.

"I can't let her be hurt by this. Or my little girl," Killian says.

David raises an eyebrow, both of them walking at a clipped pace once again. "You found out already?"

"No, call it a hunch of sorts, mate."

The two men arrive at the Jolly Roger. The sky is calm, the sun no longer shinning in the sky. A drop of rain falls down and then the sky opens in a sheet of downpour. They run up onto the ship, ducking below deck. Killian's eyes flash to a lone figure passed out on the floor beside his bed. It's then that he catches the blonde hair, and he's kneeling beside Emma, shaking her awake. A tear slides down his face when she doesn't blink awake.

"Love," he gives her another shake. "You can't leave me! Emma!"

David is beside his daughter an instant too, pulling out his phone to call Regina. She answers on the first ring, and he instructs her to get to the Jolly Roger as soon as possible. Killian is slumped over his wife's limp body, tears pooling in his eyes as she whispers how much he loves her and can't live without her. His hand is at the barely there bump of her stomach, whispering that its mother is going to be fine, that she's a bloody fighter.

Regina arrives shortly after, checking Emma's pulse. She looks at the two men's concerned eyes. "We have to bring her to my vault."

Then they disappear into a cloud of purple smoke.