Disclaimer: Reluctantly I have to admit that I don't own these characters. They are property of others far luckier than myself.

Is anyone else loving the pictures of our Captain Swan on set of the new season as much as I am?

"Have you and David talked about having more children?" Emma asked as she had tea with her mother the next day during breaks in both of their workdays.

Mary Margaret's mouth went agape in surprise by the question her daughter had asked.

"Killian and I talked about it last night," Emma explained her out of the blue question.

"And what have you decided?" Mary Margaret stammered.

"Nothing yet," Emma replied, "But I can see that he really wants another child."

"You don't?" Mary Margaret asked.

"I love my children. I wouldn't trade them for anything, but I've never consciously decided to have a child. They've just happened," Emma replied, "I don't know what I would have decided if Killian and I talked about having Fallon before she was conceived."

"But she's still one of the best thing you've ever done, right?" Mary Margaret pressed.

"She really is," Emma smiled, "And I love her so much."

"But," Mary Margaret prompted her as she sensed the hesitation.

"I don't know," Emma sighed, "How would Fallon and Henry take having a new sibling?"

"It's a discussion you'll need to have with them," Mary Margaret stated, "But they are only one piece to the puzzle. Do you want another child?"

"I hated every day I was pregnant with Henry because I knew there was no way I could care for him and provide him with a good life. I loved every day I was pregnant with Fallon because I knew she was mine from the moment I knew about her," Emma stated as tears began to form.

"The next child would be yours from the beginning as well," Mary Margaret reminded her.

Emma's hand went to her stomach as tears began to roll down her cheeks.

"I'm not trying to sway you one way or the other," Mary Margaret grabbed her daughter's hand.

"I know," Emma wiped at her cheeks as she glanced at the clock in Mary Margaret's classroom, "I should get back to the station."

"If you need to talk again, I'm always here to listen," Mary Margaret assured her.

"Thanks, Mom," Emma hugged her as she made her way out of the classroom before the children filed in. She took the long way back to the station to give herself more time to think. She stopped at the harbor as she saw the Jolly Roger coming back into the harbor. Even from a distance, she could hear her daughter hollering out orders to her father, whether they were right or wrong. Emma couldn't resist laughing. She called Robin to tell him she'd be a little late in getting back to the station as she sat at the bench to wait for Fallon and Killian to dock their ship.

"Mama!" Fallon exclaimed as she raced down the gangplank to greet her mother as Emma was tying off the lines Killian had tossed overboard. In her excitement to hug her mother, Fallon nearly knocked Emma into the water.

"Whoa, Princess," Emma managed to regain her balance as Fallon hugged her tight.

"I love you, Mama," Fallon rained kissed along Emma's face.

"I love you more," Emma smiled.

"This is a marvelous surprise," Killian greeted his wife, "To what do we own the honor?"

"I was in the neighborhood and saw you two coming to port. Figured I'd wait you two out. With Fallon ordering you all about, I figured you'd be docked in no time," Emma laughed as she brought Fallon to the bench she'd been sitting at earlier and parked the little girl in her lap.

"She's a born leader," Killian hooted with laughter.

"I was thinking this weekend about a jaunt into the forest," Emma told her husband.

"No," Fallon moaned, "Forest scary."

"I bet Grammy and Poppa will let you stay with them," Emma coaxed her daughter into her line of thinking as she tapped at Fallon's nose.

"You have something planned," Killian eyed his wife curiously.

"I was thinking another training session, Captain," Emma gave him a flirtatious wink as Fallon hopped off her mom's lap.

"Aye, we could both do with a workout," he grinned.

"How come you're in so early?" Emma inquired as Killian resumed his task of securing the ship to the dock. Emma watched in amusement as Fallon did her little fishy dance on the dock. She'd never witnessed the dance in person, only heard the description from her husband. It was quite the sight to behold.

"Our little princess was hungry for things other than fish," Killian replied as Fallon began working on a song to go with her dance. Both parents chuckled in amusement as they tried to keep themselves focused on their conversation with little success. "I'd already caught my limit, so we came in."

"You're not buying her sugar," Emma scolded her husband as they made their way to the cannery to sell his day's catch.

"I was thinking a light snack at Granny's," Killian explained as he traded his fish for the cash he was promptly handed.

"A snack at Granny's equals sugar," Emma replied, "And no."

"But Mama, I was really good," Fallon moaned, "Papa said..."

"Papa has to stop bribing you with sugar," Emma tickled under her daughter's chin.

"She was extra good today," Killian shrugged, "And I did promise her."

"Then no sugar tonight after dinner," Emma caved to her daughter's pouty eyes.

Dinner was too far away for Fallon to comprehend. All she heard was that she was going to get a sweet treat now, so she cheered.

"Care for a sundae, Love?" Killian motioned them towards Granny's as he held up the cash in his hands, "I'm buying."

"I'd better get back to the station," Emma sighed, "I've already extended my break just to greet the two of you. Perhaps dessert after dinner this evening to compensate."

"As you wish, Love," he winked at her meaning.

"I'll see you both at home tonight," Emma kissed her daughter's cheek as they approached Granny's, "Be extra good for Papa this afternoon."

"We go to library," Fallon told her mother.

"Then be good for Belle," Emma set her on her feet, "I love you, Princess."

"Love you, Mama," Fallon hugged her once more before pushing her way into Granny's, leaving her father in the dust.

"Play nice with Fallon," Emma's arms wrapped around his shoulders. Her eyes sparkled in amusement. "There might be a sweet treat in it for you if I get a favorable report."

"Sweet treat you say," he grinned broadly. "You did promise something after dinner this evening."

"So predictable," Emma rolled her eyes, "I need to get back."

"Be safe, Love," his eyes turned serious, "There is a crazy witch on the loose."

"You too," Emma replied, "I love you."

"I love you more," he proclaimed.

"Not possible," she smiled as she leaned into his lips. They were interrupted by Granny poking her head out to make sure that it was okay to feed Fallon the ice cream she was attempting to order.

"Small sundae," Emma requested.

"Don't let me interrupt," Granny chuckled as she waved between the pair, "Carry on."

"You heard the woman," Killian chuckled as his lips pressed against Emma's before she could protest. After thoroughly ravishing her lips, there wasn't anything she could think to protest aside from needing to get back to the station.

Killian groaned as she wiggled free of his embrace. With one more kiss to his cheek, she was off and Killian went into the diner to help Fallon eat the mammoth sundae that she had ordered.


"I sense a protection charm," Sabella advanced towards Killian, Emma and Fallon who where out and about the next afternoon while Henry was in school. Killian immediately stepped in between Sabella and his wife and daughter to keep them safe. Sabella wisely kept her distance so as not to trigger the charm.

"Since you didn't heed my warning to stay away from my family, we felt it was prudent to take more aggressive measures," Killian stated.

"Tsk, tsk," Sabella clucked her tongue in scolding, "I just wanted to get to know the tiny tot. She is such a charming little girl. It's hard to believe that you had anything to do with her creation."

"We know exactly what your intentions are towards our daughter," Killian growled, "You can find some other child to corrupt. It will not be our little girl."

"Corrupt," Sabella appeared to be offended by his accusation, "I have no such intentions."

Fallon was practically shaking as she hugged her mother's leg.

"It's okay, Princess," Emma whispered as she lifted Fallon into her arms, "Papa will protect us."

Fallon hugged her mother tight around the neck as she buried her head into her shoulder.

"You've made your intentions regarding your stay in Storybrooke very clear," Killian reminded the witch, "Remember those weaknesses you have, Sabella. I know them well."

"You're such a spoilsport," Sabella huffed, "All I need is a tiny bit of your daughter's magic, and then you can have her back. No harm shall come to her. In fact, she'll be better off than before."

"You'll never lay so much as a fingernail on our daughter," Killian vowed as he revealed the sword he'd recently started wearing again. An enchantment had been added to deflect Sabella's wicked ways. "I'll cut off your hand before you even get near her."

"Touchy, touchy," Sabella shrugged, "You'll come around. You'll see Regina for who she really is."

"I have to tell you, I've seen a lot of Regina since I first arrived in Storybrooke," Killian replied, "She is a bit rough around the edges. I'll give you that, but she doesn't appear as bad as you make her out to be…From where I'm standing, you're the witch to watch out for."

"She cast a curse on me, making it impossible for me to have anything that resembled a normal life. Look at me, Pirate. I'm green," Sabella hissed, "Do you know what it was like to grow up with skin this color. I was an outcast. Not only was I an orphan, I was the peculiar orphan with no redeeming qualities simply because of the color of my skin. It was a lovely wizard from Oz that was the first to see my true potential. It was the wizard that gave me a place to belong. It was the wizard that made me feel like I wasn't a freak."

"What about Hector?" Killian challenged her, "He treated you like his queen. He adored you. He gave you every treasure you asked for and ultimately gave his life for you. Now you want to throw everything away on this vendetta. Have you stopped to think about what your life will be like when this vendetta is over? It's not a pretty picture. That's why I gave up mine. I had a chance at something wonderful, and I took it. I've never been happier."

"Grow up, Hook," Sabella snorted, "You can't seriously believe that there is a second person out there that can overlook the color of my skin."

"Yes, bitterness is quite becoming," Killian replied, "Embrace the green. Hector was able to see past it. Surely someone else could if you gave it a chance."

Sabella refused to dignify his comment with a response. She simply disappeared in a cloud of smoke.

"She scary," Fallon proclaimed as she hugged Emma tighter.

"Are you alright, Little Love?" Killian turned towards his two great loves, concern oozing out his eyes.

Fallon's head bobbed.

"We need to turn your aura," Emma caressed her daughter's back, "That lady won't come near you then."

Fallon's head continued to bob as Killian wrapped his arms around Emma and Fallon.

"We're alright," Emma assured him.


Killian and Emma spent the next few days trying to teach Fallon magic, but it wasn't as easy as Fallon repeating after her parents as they'd quickly discovered.

"How did Regina curse Sabella if there's more to this than words?" Emma thought out loud as they'd concluded Fallon's instruction for the day. Their daughter's attention span had been exhausted. She was playing with her dolls in her bedroom.

"You're asking someone with no magical abilities whatsoever," Killian reminded her as she plopped down on the sofa next to him and laid her head on his shoulder. He instantly began stroking her hair lightly.

"I wish I understood this gift more," Emma replied.

"There are people in this fair town that could tutor you," he responded.

"I'm not taking lessons from Regina," she scoffed.

"That wasn't what I was suggesting," he replied.

"Then what are you suggesting?"

"I was suggesting Blue or one of her fairy friends," Killian replied, "The more you know, the better you are able to help Fallon."

"Whatever is best for Fallon," Emma nodded, but it turned out that none of the fairies were able to help her.

"I'm sorry, Sheriff, but our magic is different than yours," Blue explained, "We're more about fairy dust and waving wands. Your magic is a bit more complex."

"Great, so we're back to Regina," Emma sighed.

"It's either Regina or Mister Gold," Blue smiled.

"The lesser of two evils, I suppose," Emma conceded, and considering Regina's existence was on the line, she was extremely motivated though her methods were a bit too extreme for Emma's liking.

"Come on, Swan," Regina launched several tomatoes in Emma's direction with the intention being that she would deflect them using magic. All that was happening though was that Emma was looking more and more like a jar of tomato sauce. "What are you going to do when it's a fireball, or in Sabella's case a snowball, coming at you?"

"My guess is duck," Emma responded in frustration as yet another tomato smacked her in the face. "You're aiming for my face on purpose."

"Yes, I am," Regina confirmed.

"Stop that," Emma hissed.

"Make me," Regina challenged her as another one went sailing.

Emma was helpless to do anything except hold up her hand in hopes that it wouldn't hit her yet again. Regina had anticipated her tactic and maneuvered the fruit around so that it smacked her square in the cheek.

"That's enough," Emma finally threw up her hands in defeat.

"We're not done until I say we are," Regina snarled as she launched several tomatoes at Emma in succession, giving Emma barely a chance to breath in between each new launch. "Concentrate. Magic is about more than saying spells and whipping up potions. There are emotions involved. Without proper motivation, a spell cannot work."

Emma's anger found a boiling point. She let out a shout of anger and with that every tomato headed in her direction changed course and picked out Regina as the target.

"Not exactly what I had in mind, but that's a start," Regina wiped at the bits of tomato covering her face.

"Sorry about that," Emma apologized.

Regina waved off the apology as unnecessary as they mutually agreed to end their lesson for the day.

"How is it that you were able to curse Sabella if it takes more than just saying a spell?" Emma inquired as they walked out of the woods.

"Fear is a powerful motivator," Regina explained, "I was afraid of my mother. Everything I did was with the intention of pleasing her. In my eagerness to do that, I put the required emotion into the spell that cursed Sabella."

"Isn't there a way to reverse the curse?" Emma asked.

"To reverse the curse, I would need to know what spell it was that I used and that was ages ago," Regina replied, "I wouldn't even know where to start."

"Can't you just whip up a memory potion or something?" Emma inquired.

"I've already tried. Mother must have whipped my memories of the incident entirely."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but your mother was quite the conniving bitch," Emma responded.

"You don't have to tell me twice," Regina responded as Fallon raced towards her mother after getting loose of her father's hold.

"Mama!" Fallon exclaimed as she jumped into the safety of her mother's embrace. It was only after she was in her mother's arms that she discovered her mother was all slimy. "You're all yicky!"

"Right, sorry about that," Regina waved her hands and instantly she and Emma were spotless.

"Really, you couldn't have done that in the forest?" Emma narrowed her eyes at Regina.

"My mistake," Regina replied.

"Can you say hi to Regina?" Emma inquired of her daughter.

"Hi," Fallon waved towards Henry's other mother.

"Hello, Fallon," Regina smiled. She couldn't get over how much alike the little girl looked like Henry at that age. She had Henry's same smile.

Killian came running towards them, relieved to see Fallon in her mother's arms. She'd broken free when his attention had been elsewhere. He'd only seen a streak of her brunette hair before she'd disappeared from view. For a few brief moments, he'd had the horrible thought that Sabella had somehow gotten her hands on his daughter.

"Papa, Mama is home," Fallon announced to her father.

"I see that," Killian gave a sigh of relief, "And don't run away from your papa like that."

"I'm sorry, Papa," Fallon's eyes welled with crocodile tears.

"We'll continue with our lessons tomorrow," Regina interrupted the family moment, "Same time, same place."

"I'll see you then," Emma nodded before she addressed her daughter, "What is this about running away from Papa?"

"I wanted to see you," Fallon pouted.

"How can we be mad at that response?" Emma hugged her daughter tight.

"How was your lesson?" Killian asked.

"Frustrating," Emma replied, "This magical gift is a lot more difficult than it appears."

"If it were easy, everyone would have the ability," Killian replied, "Makes you and Fallon that much more special."

"Let's go home," Emma suggested, "I bet Papa will make us some of his famous fish if we ask nicely."

"Please, Papa," Fallon batted her lashes sweetly.

"Please, Papa," Emma mimicked her daughter.

"That's so unfair," Killian relented immediately.


"What is this spell we're trying to teach Fallon anyways?" Killian inquired after they gave up their evening lessons.

"It's supposed to turn her dolls hair from brunette to blonde," Emma explained as she put the doll into the toy chest along with the other stray toys sprinkled about. Fallon was usually very diligent in picking up after her playtime, but occasionally she'd get excited for her next activity, in this case star gazing with her brother.

"And this is a good spell," Killian eyed her suspiciously.

"It's not a bad spell," Emma replied, "It's the simplest spell that Regina knew that wouldn't blacken her heart."

"So if Fallon can do this, Sabella will no longer have any use for her, and she'll leave us alone?"

"That's the hope," Emma's head bobbed, "But we'd be naïve to believe that she's just going to give up on whatever she has planned against Regina and this town."

"I know you are an elected official that has been sworn in to protect this town, but I don't give one wit about anyone but my daughter, my wife and my stepson," Killian stated.

"But whatever she has planned for this town will impact Fallon, Henry and me."

"I hate when you get rational with me," he groaned.

"It's my role as your wife," she hugged him tight.

"Mom, my hair is blue," Henry came down the twisting staircase with Fallon trailing behind him, giggling the entire way.

"What?" Emma looked at him in confusion, "How did that hap…Fallon, did you do that?"

"Yes, I did," Fallon confirmed.

"I know this is a big moment and all, but can she change it back?" Henry was nearly panicking, "I can't go to school like this."

"Fallon, change Henry's hair back," Emma commanded her.

"No," Fallon moaned, "I like it."

"Then change your hair," Henry stared her down, "Change mine back."

"No," Fallon held firm as she crossed her arms and huffed.

Emma looked to her husband to provide a little backup.

"Fallon, turn Henry's hair back," Killian commanded her gently.

"No," Fallon repeated.

"Good grief," Emma sighed, "Perhaps I can do it."

"Are you sure?" Henry looked nervously at his mother.

"Fallon did it," Emma's eyes narrowed in response to her son's lack of faith in her abilities, "Hold still."

Henry inhaled a deep breath and closed his eyes tight as Emma spoke the phrase she'd spent the better part of a week teaching her daughter. Thankfully, the spell worked like a charm, and Henry's hair was restored to its original color.

"That's better," Henry released a sigh of relief as he gazed into a nearby mirror, "I don't know how she did it. We were just watching the stars. She pointed a finger at me and giggled. I went to use your bathroom and saw in the mirror that my hair was blue."

"She never said the spell?" Emma frowned in confusion.

"No," Henry confirmed, "I thought she had to say the spell for it to work."

"I thought so too," Emma replied, "I guess I'll have to clarify things with Regina the next time I see her."

"You, Little Love, do not change people's hair without there permission," Killian scolded his daughter with the sternest voice he could muster.

"I wiked it," Fallon pouted, "Like Papa's eyes."

"That's no excuse," Emma joined in to give the scolding a bit more meaning, "Go to your room and get ready for bed. It's nearly your bedtime already."

Fallon stomped her little feet and made as much noise as she could as she moped towards her bedroom.

Emma and Killian both released huge sighs of relief.

"Does this mean she no longer has pure magic?" Henry asked.

"I think so," Emma bobbed her head, "I'll bring Fallon to see Regina tomorrow to be sure."

"So this wicked witch will have no use for her anymore," Henry elaborated.

"That's the hope," Killian joined in, nodding his own head.

"Good," Henry replied.

Fallon called out that she was in bed and waiting for her ritual bedtime story.

"Only one tonight," Emma told her husband, "Punishment for turning her brother's hair blue."

"It was a lovely shade of blue," Killian snickered as he ruffled his stepson's head on his way to his daughter's room.

TBC…