It's a short one, I know... but it's a bridge of sorts. Here we go... Let their adventure begin!

_ CS

"Mom?... Killian?" Her son's young voice was muffled slightly by the nearly closed door. He knocked slightly before he pushed it open to enter her room. Both Killian and Emma froze - had they been caught? Had he heard them? Both of them instinctively burrowed into the covers, passing themselves off as still being asleep. Henry had gotten used to seeing Killian in his Mom's bed... liked it actually. It had made him feel like they were more of a family and less of an awkward, hard to explain mess. He moved closer to Emma's side of the bed and reached out to shake her blanket covered shoulder.

"Mom?.." Henry's voice was soft yet questioning and seemed to hold a bit of concern in it. Emma picked up on it right away. Something was wrong. Something had happened. She tried not to look panicked as she opened her sleepy eyes to look at him, a soft smile curving her lips. She worked to keep her voice at a casual tone... She was already battling her internal demons over the words she let slip in the midst of the throws of passion just a few moments earlier, and now she knew something else was out of place.

"You're up awful early for a Saturday, aren't you kid?" Emma reached an arm out from under the covers to ruffle her sons hair. She could barely reach the top of his head from her position lying down - He's growing up so quickly. "What's up?"

Henry shuffled his feet but failed to answer right away. The hesitation caused Killian to also open his eyes and question the boy, he too picking up on the difference in the his tone. Something was amiss. "Henry, lad, is everything okay? Is something disturbing you?"

Still no answer; this was not like Henry. The boy they knew normally couldn't keep his mouth from jabbering, especially if it was something he was excited about, but this morning he was hesitant. Killian pushed up on his stump to look at the boy over Emma's turned body. He tried again... "Henry?" His voice held a concerned tone like that of a parent; a parent who knew when their child was keeping something from them.

When he raised his eyes to look at them, a flood of fear lay deep inside. Emma's hand dropped from his mop of brown hair and grabbed his hand. "Henry, what's going on?"

"Guys, something's wrong."

Killian spoke before Emma could. "Well, what is it lad?" He was sitting up in the bed now, covers resting around him careful to hide his nakedness.

"I... I think you just need to come upstairs and look. It's kind of awesome but I don't think it's supposed to be here." The boy was nervous; they could tell he had thought about coming to get them.

It was her turn to speak... "Alright kid, give us a minute and we'll be right up. Okay?" Emma tried to keep her voice level and calm but it was difficult. If Henry was rattled even slightly, they may actually have a new problem on their hands.

Lucky for them, Henry nodded and exited, clunking loudly up the stairs and back into his room. As soon as it was quiet again, the two sprung out the bed and rooted around for presentable clothes. Killian, luckily, found the pair of sleep pants and thermal henley he had tossed onto the chair in the corner of Emma's room the night before... Emma, however was not so lucky. She had nothing even remotely close to grab at besides a pair of black lace panties and a flesh colored bra. She grabbed those in haste, pulling them on before she snaked one of Killian's barely worn button down shirts off the bed post of her footboard. That was just going to have to do. She cuffed the sleeves to expose her hands once the buttons where fastened up the front.

Killian watched appreciatively from the corner of the room. Though they perceivable had bigger concerns at the moment, he loved watching the simple act of her dressing - especially when she was pulling on one of his shirts. It was as if she was pulling him around her; allowing him to protect her, keep her safe. Outside of that, the way shirt hem flirted with the curve of her rear and the tops of her thighs was enchanting. Even more so, the exposed flesh of her throat and cleavage revealed through the low buttoning of the neckline could very easily be his undoing. Had she allowed him, he'd have taken one of those magical photos (as they all called them) of her right then, for the beauty he found in her haste was more breathtaking then that of when she spent an hour to prepare. Her hair was still tousled and messy from their early morning romp; he wasn't much worse for wear.

With a silent nod they left the room, Emma instinctively grabbing her cell phone as they exited. It was a habit she had developed as Sheriff.; one never knew what they were walking into and could never be too careful. They took the steps two at a time and when they entered Henry's room and looked out the window from where he was standing, their breath caught. Killian choked and Emma quickly dialed David's number with disbelief. He picked up quicker then she would have expected for that time of morning.

"Emma, what's wrong? It's six in the morning..." David's voice was filled with fatherly concern. She didn't answer right away, still not believing what she was seeing. "Emma...?" He questioned again.

Her voice was hollow, as if she'd seen a ghost. "You need to get over here. You won't believe what we are looking at." She hung up the phone without another word allowing it to slip from her fingers and clatter to the floor. There was nothing more to say. Killian was still quiet with disbelief, not moving a muscle since he had leaned against the wall to stare out Henry's window. Emma, still wide eyed herself, moved to stand behind her two boys, placing a hand on each of their shoulders. All stared at the same object afloat on the horizon.

There she was, in all her masted glory... The Jolly Roger... making her way into Storybrooke.

_ CS

Sooooo... tell me what you think!? Were you expecting that? Do you think it's truly the Jolly Roger and who is sailing her in to Storybrooke? Talk to me, readers! 3 Love Your Love! 3