They walked out to see Ruby chatting with Liam.

"Where's Henry?" Emma asked as she came around the corner. He wasn't at the table now and Ruby wasn't paying attention. "Ruby."

"Huh?" She looked over at her.

"Where is my son?"

"Oh...upstairs." Emma sighed and glanced at Killian.

"Save him." She whispered and went upstairs. Elsa was sitting on her bed with Henry and they were talking about a movie, some disney movie Emma had probably seen a million times.

"Henry, we should get going if you want to see Grace." She said as she walked in, "Elsa, what are you doing up here?"
"I was looking for my phone, dropped in the chaos." She said softly as she stood.

"I-"

"ELSA!" Ruby shouted, "Get down here!"

"What does she want?"

"Other Killian is here and he's wearing tight jeans!"

"Good god." Emma whispered as she rubbed her head, "She doesn't have a filter."

"She never had one." Elsa said softly as Emma picked up Henry and carried him downstairs.

Later after the sky had darkened and she'd gotten Henry to bed, they came crashing through her bedroom door.

"Hey, we're staying over." Ruby said as she dragged the cot in behind her. "Can't convince us otherwise."

"Ruby…"

"Neal is on the loose, he seemed hell bent on talking to you. You're not staying here alone. Suck it up, buttercup." She smiled. Emma rolled her eyes.

"Hey, we could just go get Killian." Elsa said as she flopped down on Emma's bed.

"Are those washed?" Ruby asked, pointing at her sheets.

"Yes."

"Good, so like. No Killian residue."

"You're disgusting."

"I know." She smiled proudly as she sat next to Elsa on the bed. Emma sighed and ran a hand through her hair. It wouldn't be too bad having them here, just until her parents get back.

"Can we talk about Liam for a second, because damn."

"I knooowww." Ruby sighed, "Them Jones genes, let me tell ya."

"Guys." Emma warned, this was about to take a very inappropriate turn and she wasn't sure she could take that right now.

"Did you see how he looked at Elsa, though?"

"I did see that."

"What?" Elsa asked, looking between them, "Seriously what are you two on about."

"You came down those stairs and he was smitten." Ruby nudged her in the arm with her elbow.

"Noooo."

"Yes." Emma nodded as she sat on her bed, Elsa blushed.

"I didn't even talk to the guy!"

"Doesn't matter." Ruby shook her head, "You know what it reminded me of."
"What?"

"How Killian looks at you." She looked at Emma, "And before you deny it, everyone can see it."

"Shut up."

"Are you guys like...a thing now?"

"No."
"Why?"

"Because." She shrugged, "Just because we...doesn't mean we're automatically something-"

"Who started it?" Ruby asked laying on her back, her head resting in Emma's lap.

"Pardon?"

"Who initiated it?" Elsa asked, "Who kissed who? Who suggested to who?" Emma bit her lip and Ruby shot back up into a sitting position with a gasp.

"IT WAS YOU!" She screamed, "You started it!"

"Well, there's a surprise."

"Guys, it's not a big deal...it's not like it meant anything."
"Bullshit." Ruby spat, "It meant something and you know it!" She hit her arm, "Admit it."

"Admit what?"

"You like hiiiiimm."

"I do not."

"Emma, you do." Elsa smiled, and she rolled her eyes, yet again. Emma got up.

"It doesn't matter." She said softly as she grabbed her hairbrush. Ruby gave her this look, a knowing look as she folded her arms over her chest.

"It's because of Neal, isn't it?" She asked softly.

"What?"

"Neal came back."

"He did."

"Emma, you can't." Elsa said sadly, "You can't seriously be thinking about...talking to him."

"Emma, he's scum."

"He came back." she said softly, looking at her brush as she pulled stray hair out. "What if he's different?"
"He hurt you."

"It was-"

"If you say it was an accident, I'll hit you with a pillow."

"You guys weren't there. Not until after." She said it softly, "He didn't mean to."

"My god, he has a tight hold on you." Ruby said softly, almost sadly.

She woke in the darkness of her room, her friends sleeping soundlessly on the floor next to her. She heard a soft tapping noise on her window and walked over, drawing the curtains back. A rock met her, smacking against the glass.

"What the hell are you doing?!" She asked as she opened the window, "You're insane. You're going to break my window if you keep up."

"About time, Swan, I feared I had the wrong window for a second." Killian smiled from below, handful of rocks in his hand.

"What's next, are you going to hold a boombox over your head?"

"That can be arranged." He smirked, "Get dressed."

"Excuse me?"

"Get dressed."

"No. It's the middle of the night." She said in a hushed voice, she looked over when Ruby stirred.

"You have five minutes."

"Killian."

"Don't make me come up there, Swan." He smiled, "Get dressed, please."

"It's two in the morning."

"I'm well aware what time it is, love. Thanks for telling me."

"You're going to wake Elsa and Ruby."

"You're the one shouting at me from the window, love."

"Go away." She hissed and turned.

"I could ring the doorbell." He said, "Wake everyone up. Would you like me to do that?" He asked and she gave a frustrated growl. "Oh come on. Not you like you need beauty sleep."

"Thanks."

"You're already beautiful."

"Shut uuupp." She groaned, "Where's Liam?"

"Asleep."

"Shouldn't you be asleep?" She asked and he shrugged.

"Couldn't sleep, love." He said, "Are you dressed yet?"

"Nope. I'm not going with you, whatever you have planned, it can wait."

"It can't."

"Why?" She asked, "Why can't it wait?"
"Would you make Neal wait?"

"Not fair."

"Just a question, love. I don't think you would. Despite what he's done to you, you'd be down here in a flash." He said and then smiled at her. She hated the way her stomach flipped at that.

"He's the father of my child."

"And a very good one." He said, his voice dripping with sarcasm, "Get dressed, Emma before I come up there and dress you myself."

"Tell me where we're going first."

"On an adventure." He smirked, "Now hurry up. You have five minutes." He said softly and she slammed the window closed, both girls stirring. God, she hated this man. She dressed quickly, whispering to Elsa, that she had to go and it didn't involve Neal. The girl was half asleep. She went downstairs and out the door quickly.

"What do you want?"

"No red leather, today?" He asked, "Black suits you." He winked at her and she had this stupid urge to punch him in the face as she zipped up the black jacket she wore, she pretended not to notice how similar it looked to his.

"Where are we going?" She asked him again as he began to walk.

"It's a secret."

"Cut the crap." She didn't go after him and he turned to her, raising an eyebrow. "What game are you playing?"

"I don't play games."

"Right." She scoffed, "I'm not...we're not doing it again."

"I wasn't going to-"

"Sure you weren't."
"Emma, what kind of person do you think I am?" He asked, he took a step towards her, "I don't care about that, I'd be perfectly fine with never touching you again."

"Really?" She asked, "Because you can't seem to take the word no."

"If I recall, it was a yes from you."

"Not that." She snapped, running a hand through her tangled hair, "Everything, you constantly ask me out on dates, you will not leave me alone."

"Emma, do you know why that is?" He asked, "I won't leave you alone because you don't want me to. I can tell, you'd miss it."

"Do you know how crazy you sound?" She asked.

"When's the last time someone fought for you?" He asked the question softly, tilting his head as he did it and she rolled her eyes. "I'm serious. I'm not talking about court dates and adoption papers, Swan. I know how hard your parents fought to keep you, I want to know the last time a man fought to keep you."

"I'm going back inside." She whispered, suddenly aware of how cold it was, she headed for the house.

"You can keep pushing me away, I'm just going to fight harder to get to you, Swan." He said and she stopped, "I don't care how crazy I sound to you, but if there's one thing I've learned over the years, Swan, a man unwilling to fight for what he wants, deserves what he gets."

"You know what you deserve, Killian?" She turned around to face him, hands in her pockets, "A good punch to the face."

"I'll take what I can get from you, love." He smiled at her and she failed at trying not to laugh. She shook her head as she walked back to his side, "Where are we going, and don't say it's a secret."

"We are going on a classified trip." He said, she glared, "You told me not to say secret, love, you walked right into that."

"I hate you." She said with a laugh.