Just a little short something. The next chapter will be longer, hold more drama, and lead to some answers!
Disclaimer: I own nothing!
Killian woke slowly, the scent of Emma hitting him first. For a moment he was able to imagine she was there with him, but only for a moment. Opening his eyes he sees the unfamiliar surroundings of her room and feels a sharp jab in his chest. He had always kind of hoped the first time he woke in Emma's bed she would be there beside him. Rubbing his hand over his chest Killian sits up in the bed.
Feeling rested for the first time in over a week he gets up and shrugs on his jacket, quick to hide the dagger in the inside pocket out of sight. Turning back to the bed he picks up Emma's red jacket and carrying it over to her closet he hangs it with the rest of her clothes, so tonight when he pulls it out it will still smell of her. Standing once again in the middle of the room Killian can hear movement and voices below.
It would appear breakfast started without him.
Coming down the stairs the smell of coffee, bacon, and something sweet hit his senses. Looking over the table it would appear he was the last to arrive. "Good morning." He nods his head towards Regina and Robin, who both pause at the sight of him coming down the stairs.
"Good morning Killian." Mary Margaret says brightly, stopping from her task of flipping pancakes to pour him a cup of coffee and preparing it the way he likes it. "You're just in time, I'm just about done with the next batch of pancakes."
"I saved you a seat." Henry says signaling the chair between him and David.
Smiling at the lad Killian steps forward to grab the coffee and takes his seat at the table. The silence that had followed him appearing in the kitchen is soon overshadowed as everyone goes back to the conversations they were having before. Looking across the table at Belle, who was busy feeding baby Neal, Killian nods his head in greeting. Before he knows it a plate with a stack of pancakes is being lowered in front of him with Mary Margaret resting her other hand of his shoulder.
"I've already told Henry and I'm telling you too. We are going to hold off any serious conversation until after breakfast is done."
At this point Killian knew it was pointless to argue and simply nodded his head and prepared his pancakes. As soon as Mary Margaret gets back into the kitchen Henry leans towards him. "You're not mad at me are you for telling David?"
"No lad." Killian shakes his head. "It was finally time. I thank you for your care."
Henry sits up a little straighter under Killian's gaze. "I just did what I thought my mom would want."
"Aye." Killian says in agreement.
"I think I have an idea about the sorcerer" Henry adds, lowering his voice.
"You do?" Killian asks intrigued.
"I might need your help." Henry says hesitantly.
"Well of course you have it." Killian assures him.
And then because they had gained the attention of Mary Margaret, who finally had joined everyone at the table, they both turn to their plates to eat quickly. Both wanted to get breakfast done and move on to research.
"Can I be excused for a minute?" Henry asks as soon as the plates were cleared from the table and everyone was helping to clean up.
"Where are you going?" Regina asks.
"I need to run to Gold's shop." Henry says looking over at Killian. "I have an idea about finding the sorcerer, but there is something I have to get."
"What is it Henry? Maybe I can get it for you?" Belle asks setting down the stack of clean dishes.
"No I can get it." Henry insists.
"You can't go alone." Regina reminds him, looking over at Robin to see he was busy entertaining both Roland and Neal.
"I'll go with the lad." Killian responds quickly stepping forward and looking directly at Regina.
"Alright." Regina nods her head once, with no hesitation. She knows Killian would never let anything happen to Henry.
"Now that that's settled, why don't we plan to meet at the mansion then?"
"Perfect!" Henry says in hurriedly. "Come on Killian!"
cs~cs~cs~cs~cs~cs
Killian used the key Belle had given him to open the pawnshop and follows Henry inside. "Now that we're alone lad, why don't you go ahead and say what you didn't want to in front of your mother and your grandparents."
"How did you know I wanted to say something?" Henry asks ducking his head.
"You're sorta like your mother in that respect, an open book." Killian says with a smile. "For me at least."
Henry stops his slow circle he was making in the pawnshop and lifts his head to look at Killian. The look in his eyes one that was too serious for a young boy his age. "Can I ask you something and will you answer me honestly?"
"Of course lad." Killian says surprised Henry would doubt his honesty.
"I mean even if you think the truth would hurt me." Henry persists.
Staring at him, Killian is conflicted between wanting to be honest, but still prevent Henry from any more pain. "Aye, I will."
"Do you really think we will ever find my mom?"
This time Killian doesn't even have to hesitate in his answer. "Aye, we will."
"How can you be so sure?"
"For a couple of reasons lad." Killian says reaching out to clasp him on the shoulder. "First, because of who you're grandparents are and the fact your family never gives up on each other. Remember?"
"Yea…" Henry says with a small nod.
"But you should remember something else lad." Killian says with a small smile.
"What's that?" Henry asks, smiling back in return without even realizing it.
"I spent 300 years searching for the Crocodile."
"Yea, so?"
"Well I finally found him didn't I? And if I am willing to work that hard to find someone I despise, how hard do you think I'm willing to work to find your mom?"
"Really hard." Henry responds with another smile.
"The hardest." Killian agrees with a nod.
"Can we just be sure it doesn't take 300 years to do it?"
Chuckling Killian nods his head. "Of course lad."
