Emma knocked on Regina's door rapidly. The porch light was already on. Someone must have called ahead to alert her. She came to the door fully dressed and ushered Emma in, quickly. Emma's cheeks were raw and red from her tears and she didn't know how much Regina knew about the circumstances of her visit.

"I need to see Henry."

"I woke him up when David called. He's in the kitchen."

Regina was a bit wary of the late interruption, but David's vague description of the night's events had piqued her interest. She examined Emma, carefully. Her hair was tousled, her makeup was smeared and she seemed to have dressed hastily. Regina knew better than to think her unkempt look was the result of a fight with Gold. A fight with Gold would have left her dead.

Emma felt Regina's eyes scanning over her, cruel and calculating. She waved past her, inviting herself into the kitchen to see Henry. For a split second, as she passed close by Regina, her fingers tingled and she had to quiet a new curiosity that made her want to throw her hand into Regina's chest to see what she would find. She sighed, and focused on the small boy she could now see through the doorway. He was perched on a stool in front of the kitchen island with a glass of milk and a plate of cookies set neatly in front of him.

"Emma! What's the matter?" Henry's voice was cautious. He was happy to see his mother, but he was sure the emergency visit meant something unthinkable had happened.

Emma walked up to Henry's stool and blanketed him in a tearful hug. He leaned his head on her shoulder, and patted her arm. Emma breathed in deeply, then released him to arms length.

"Henry. I needed to come and tell you what happened tonight, because I want to be honest with you, and I never want to lie to you."

Henry nodded his approval. Emma bit her cheek, looking for the beginning of the story.

"Magic always comes with a price, right? Well I can do magic now, somehow. I don't practice it and I don't feel like I have magic in me, but sometimes it just comes out."

Regina froze in the doorway, listening breathlessly to Emma's explanation of her powers. The fact that Emma had any powers at all had vexed her.

"Tonight I was... hanging out with Killian, and Mr. Gold wanted to attack him because of something that happened a long time ago. So I tried to stop Mr. Gold from attacking us, and I grabbed his heart."

Henry's eyes went wide. He unconsciously leaned away from Emma.

"You took Mr. Gold's heart?"

Emma shook her head, and wiped a tear from her cheek.

"No. No I did not. I could have, but I knew you wouldn't want me to. And I didn't want to either."

Henry gave her an optimistic smile that she breathed in as if it were pure oxygen.

"Then you don't have to pay the price for doing magic! Everything will be okay."

Emma smiled back at him, but her heart sunk to the floor as she pictured Killian lying on the sidewalk, felled by the one person he trusted without hesitation.

"I'm not sure. When I was trying to stop Mr. Gold from attacking, I kind of shot a big -" Emma gestured around herself in a circle, searching for a way to describe the phenomenon. "A big wave of something came out of me, and it hit Killian. He's in the hospital now."

Henry hopped off the stool, onto the floor.

"What? We have to go see him! You have to help him!"

Regina stepped into the room in response to Henry's exclamation. Emma's eyes welled up with tears.

"Henry, I don't think I can help him. I'm the one that hurt him."

Henry grabbed his coat off the back of a chair and put it on over his pajamas.

"C'mon. Your magic can't hurt the people you love. You probably just have to kiss him or something and he'll wake up. Hurry up!"

Emma looked over at Regina, pleadingly, asking for some assistance in explaining what magic could and could not do.

"Henry, kisses wake people up when the people kissing have true love. True love is a rare thing. Even if you love your friends -" Regina squinted accusingly at Emma- "you might not be able to wake them up with a kiss."

Henry rolled his eyes at both his mothers.

"Well Killian loves Emma. And friends don't hang out in the middle of the night. People who are in love do."

Emma blushed as Regina smirked at her.

"I'm going to go wait in the car."

Henry left Emma and Regina standing, looking at each other. Regina picked her keys up off the counter.

"Are we going, then?"

Emma nodded. She started towards the door, but Regina stepped in front of her.

"We'll discuss what this means as far as Henry's care is concerned, later."

"Excuse me?" The anger welled up inside Emma again. Regina saw it, and let her condescending demeanor waver for a second.

"Well, I just hope, for Henry's sake, that Henry is right. And if he is, and you're able to wake your pirate, I imagine you won't be spending so much time in Storybrooke."

Flames raged in Emma's chest. She was unable to turn her thoughts into sentences. She glared at Regina, then stomped to the door. She was desperate for Henry to be right, and if he was, no one was going anywhere.

When they got to the hospital Regina dropped Emma and Henry off at the door. They made their way into the waiting area, where they found David dozing in a chair with his head in his hand. He awoke with Henry's hand on his shoulder, stood up slightly dazed, and led them to Killian's room.

His room was large, accommodating his three new visitors easily. Snow was already there, her head slumped on the arm of a low chair. She sat up as soon as she heard the door. As they entered, she reached out to give Henry a hug, and smiled reassuringly at Emma. They all stood in silence, and Emma began to feel uncomfortable as she looked Killian over in front of her parents and her son.

Killian looked as if he were sleeping peacefully. His breathing was voluntary, keeping the familiar rhythm that Emma always waited to hear before leaving. His cheeks were ruddy, and he didn't seem to be in any pain. Emma had entered the room with dread in her throat, but she couldn't help smiling when she realized that he was there and he was breathing, and he wasn't attached to any tubes or beeping machines.

"Did they say what's wrong with him? Is he asleep?" Emma asked Snow.

"Well, physically he's totally fine. Whatever knocked him out is magic. There's not much Dr. Whale can do - but if he's like this for a while they'll give him an IV so that he doesn't get dehydrated."

Emma's eyes welled up at the mention of magic. She swallowed hard. Snow watched her begin to come unglued, and quickly reacted.

"I could really use a coffee. David, why don't you and Henry come to the cafeteria with me? They have apple pie."

"I like pie." Henry shook himself out of a daze. His face was somber. He had been full of gumption and certainty when he had marched out of the house, but seeing Killian laid up, in person, had darkened his mood considerably.

As soon as they exited, Emma came close to the bed. She found Killian's hand and held it in hers. She noticed that someone had removed his hook and put it on top of a cart full of medical supplies. It was probably a precautionary measure, in case he moved around during his magical coma. She fought the urge to put it back on him for a good two minutes. Without it, she felt as if he were being punished, as he was the first time he'd been admitted to this hospital.

His eyes twitched under his eyelids. Emma leaned closer to his face, holding his hand up between them, and intertwining their fingers.

"Hey." She spoke to him softly, unable to contain her swirling thoughts any longer. "If you can hear me, wake up."

She waited a beat. Silence. It was worth a try. She rubbed her free hand over her face, grinding her palm roughly into one her eye sockets before picking her head up again, and blinking quickly.

"Henry says that I should kiss you and you'll wake up. He makes it sound simple." She reached over and delicately picked a stray eyelash from his cheek. He didn't stir. "I'm going to try - but I can't right now, because I don't know what I'll do if it doesn't work."

Tears began to well up in her eyes. She let them fall, but tried to calm her voice, in case any part of him was listening to her pour out her soul.

"In my world there's no way to know if someone really loves you. There's no test. There's no proof. Everyone just hopes for the best. You made me-" she fumbled for words. "I finally figured out how to do that - how to have hope, and then you pull this shit."

She let out a shorty, sobbing laugh, and slicked a sheet of tears away with her thumb. She placed Killian's hand gently back on the bed, and sat in a low chair next to him, putting her boots on the seat and pulling her knees to her chest.

"But if I kiss you, and nothing happens, then we're both going to be lost."

She rested her head on her knees, shielding her eyes from the room's bright lights. She was asleep within moments.

A/N: 10 is the end. I think I will cry. I've never started, let alone finished anything like this before. Thank you for coming along.