Author's Note: So, I actually had a completely different ending to this chapter written ... and then the TV Line pictures came out. They made me aww, and I rewrote the ending to reflect a little of that. Hope you like!

The moving pictures played across the screen – a remarkable piece of technology, this magic box was – to tell a story that Killian Jones and Emma Swan had essentially just lived. Killian glanced over his shoulder at Swan, intending to give her a gentle teasing to that effect, but the words died on his lips at the sight in front of him. Swan was snuggled up with her parents, her index finger clutched in her sleeping baby brother's little fist. None of them had taken their eyes off the moving picture box. Not wanting to interrupt the moment, Killian faced forward with a smile to himself.

Swan deserved this. She deserved moments like this, little moments where she could be a daughter and a sister and have her parents comfort her when she felt unwell.

Only when Doc Brown and Marty McFly flew off in their time travel vessel to their next adventure – no portals needed – and Henry turned off the moving picture player did Killian once again look over his shoulder. He smiled again, this time because Swan, the prince, and the princess were all half-asleep. He kept his voice soft so as not to startle them. "I see why you said that I especially would enjoy the story, Swan."

"Told you," Swan said, giving him a bleary smile as she stretched her arms and legs. Her movement startled her parents, who blinked confusedly a time or two before coming back to the waking world.

If Swan's movement hadn't roused them, their son's fussing would have. He began to whimper in his mother's arms, leading the prince to push himself off the sofa. "That's his needs-a-changing fuss."

The princess nodded but after a glance at the clock, she stood as well. "I'll come. He's probably getting hungry, too, because he's due for a feeding."

A barely noticeable expression of disappointment flitted across Swan's face, as though she'd just registered the loss of warmth and comfort when her parents stood. No one else noticed, and Killian highly doubted Swan herself even realized it. He only noticed it because she was very much an open book to him.

His instinct was proven correct when she started to stand herself. "Are you guys okay?"

"We're fine, kiddo," David assured her. "Stay here with Henry and Hook and relax. We'll be back in a little bit."

Swan nodded and sank back into the couch cushions as she watched her parents disappear into their bedroom to take care of the young royal. Her concern for all three of them was written all over her face. As a matter of fact, Killian would bet even more of his doubloons that she wanted to follow them but simply didn't have the energy to deal with the parental admonishments that were sure to come if she did.

He met the lad's eyes. Thankfully they both were on the same page: they needed to get Swan's mind off her concern for her parents and baby brother. After all, she was also ill and it wouldn't do to have her recovery delayed or her illness made worse because of her worrying.

"Mom," the lad said softly out of deference to her obvious headache; she was squinting slightly and every time she moved her head, she would flinch. "Do you want to watch another movie?"

She started to shake her head no but caught herself. "No."

The flickering images and the loud noises of the moving picture probably weren't helping her headache any.

"What about a game, then?" the lad continued, undeterred. "Something easy … something like War. That should be easy enough. We played it when you were in the hospital, remember?"

A little smile curled on her lips, telling Killian that she did indeed remember. Killian, however, was stuck on the word "hospital." When in blazes had she been in the hospital? And why? "War may be an easy game, kid," she said, bringing Killian back to the matter at hand, "but playing cards isn't exactly the most sanitary thing we could do right now. I'm contagious, remember? The last thing we need is for me to contaminate a deck of cards."

A grin lit the lad's face as he grabbed the box of disposable gloves he'd purchased at the Dwarf's shop. "Problem solved."

Swan arched an eyebrow at her son but that little smile of hers had grown wider. The lad's logic had clearly won her over. "Yeah, all right," she said.

"Great! I'll go get the cards." Henry pushed himself off the floor, collected the empty popcorn bowls, and brought them to the sink before darting up the stairs to the loft.

For the first time since Killian had arrived, he and Swan were alone. Granted, he'd been alone with her in the morning but they'd had maybe ten minutes before he'd put her back to bed. He picked himself up off the floor and shifted to the sofa, easing down next to her. He smiled at her, gently brushing her hair out of her eyes while also surreptitiously feeling for her fever. "How are you feeling, love?"

"I'm okay," she shrugged.

It was an obvious lie but he didn't press her on it. Instead he decided to ask another more pressing question, partly to make conversation but mostly out of concern and curiosity. "When and why were you in the hospital?"

"Just after we came back from the Enchanted Forest," she replied, adjusting the blanket around her legs to throw over his. Such a casual gesture but one that Killian swore made his heart skip a beat or two. "I had pneumonia."

And right then and there, an icy fist of fear clenched his heart. Pneumonia was a particularly nasty beast, one he'd seen take many a sailor from the world. His Swan had battled pneumonia?

She placed her hand on his knee and smiled calmly at him. "Relax, sailor, it's not as bad here as it is in the other realms. My mom and dad took me to the hospital, I stayed there for a couple of days even though I hated every second of it, and then I was fine."

"Did the workers at the hospital serve you that wiggling substance masquerading as nourishment?"

She blinked at him confusedly and then smirked. "Jell-O? Yeah, they gave me Jell-O."

Of course they did. Its medicinal properties were clearly a wonder. "And what of this … sinus infection? Is it dangerous?" Infection was another silent killer, also not something to be trifled with.

"It sounds a lot worse than it is," she assured him, seemingly touched by his concern. "It's not an infection like you're thinking of. It basically means I'm overly congested. The cold pills you and Henry bought this morning should be all I need."

"If you're sure ..."

"I'm sure. It's making me feel awful but it's not dangerous."

Henry bounded back down the stairs then, his hands wrapped around a small rectangular box. He sat back down on the floor in front of the coffee table, grabbed two of the thin gloves out of the box, and handed everything to his mother. Swan put the gloves on, shuffled the cards, and dealt them out while explaining the rules of this little game for Killian's benefit.

The game sounded easy enough and after the first couple of hands, Killian understood why the lad had suggested this to play with his ill mother. There was no skill involved, as one's performance depended entirely upon the luck of the deal, and the rules were simple enough for Swan to follow even with a pounding headache.

"Is this one of the most common card games in this realm?" he asked as he watched Henry and his mother engage in a round of "war" that must have given the game its title.

"Yep," Henry replied, turning over an eight. "It's a kids' game, mostly."

Killian could understand why, the smile on Swan's face when she turned over a ten notwithstanding. That wasn't to say the game wasn't enjoyable. He had to admit to having a fair bit of fun at the moment, mostly because Swan and the lad had been teasingly trading barbs back and forth since the first hand.

"Is that all you've got?" Swan asked when Henry turned over a five.

"Want to ask me that again?" Henry asked during the next hand when he put down a six to her three.

And then Killian got in on the act when he turned over a ten. "I could ask you both."

They both grinned at him, and oh, was Killian glad to see a little bit of fire return to Swan's eyes.

Just as Swan was about to swipe the last of Killian's cards, the prince and princess emerged from their bedroom, their little prince sleeping curled up in his father's arms. David gently set the little lad down in his bassinet and joined his family at the sofa. "Whose idea was it to play War?" the princess asked.

"Take a guess," Swan said, smirking at her lad.

"When we're done, do you guys want to play?" Henry asked.

Swan tore her attention from the cards and blinked at her son. "Can we even play five-person War?"

"We've played it with four people," he shrugged. "Why not with five?"

After a moment's consideration, Swan nodded. "That's a good point." She looked up at her parents, a hopeful little smile on her lips. "So, you guys want to play?"

From the touched expressions on her parents' faces, it was clear that they wanted nothing more than to spend this time with their family. And what touched Killian most of all was that it had never been a question that he was going to be included.

He had helped Swan truly find her family … and perhaps after countless long years, she was helping him finding his as well.