Before you read this, make sure you read my last chapter. I posted it very early this morning because I wanted to make sure this chapter lined up with tonight's Winter Finale. Also unedited because I just finished typing it minutes ago. Enjoy!

Chapter Ten

1x22 "A Land Without Magic"

There were less than a handful of people Emma could say she trusted. One of them was Henry. The other had given her space to say goodbye to her son and didn't have her phone on her. The other had answered his phone.

When Killian arrived at the hospital, Emma was walking out the front doors. "Emma!" he yelled. He brought her in for a hug before he could stop himself. She melted right into his hug. It was something she had needed for the past hour. "How is he? How is your boy?"

"Not good," she said. She stood straight with new found strength. "But there's something I can do to help him."

"Are you calling in some Specialist from Boston?" he asked. Being from a big city, he figured she knew someone who could help her son.

She shook her head. "Everything Henry told me was real. The curse is real," she said. She knew from the look he was giving her that he had convinced himself that she was only under a lot of stress because of what was happening to Henry. He didn't believe her. She couldn't blame him. Up until an hour ago, she did not believe either. "And now because I didn't believe him, he could die."

"This is not your fault, Emma."

"No, it's Regina's," she said quietly.

"Where is she now?"

"With Henry," she said. She kept turning on her own feet not exactly sure what direction to head to next. Then just like that, it hit her. "I have to see August."
He pushed away any jealousy at the mention of his name. Now was not the time for that. "What do you plan to do?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. This time, she was the one to pull him in for a hug. "Will you watch over Henry for me?"

This was the second time she had asked him to look after her son today. Sadly, this time it could be with a fatal result. He wasn't sure what he could do to help the boy. He wasn't a doctor. He did not practice medicine.

But if Emma wanted him there with Henry, that's exactly where he would be.

"Of course."

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By now the whole town was talking about what was going on with Henry. Several people came in and out to visit him. It was the middle of the night and they had their lives to get to back. But not Killian. Even when Mary Margaret came by and asked for a few minutes alone with him to read to him, he stood around outside in the hallways giving them only enough privacy for just that.

It wasn't until he started hearing the machine going off and a bunch of nurses and Dr. Whale rushed into Henry's room that made Killian follow after them.

"What's going on?" he asked. When he got to the room, several nurses were pushing Mary Margaret away. They were both forced to watch from a distance as the team worked together to try to stabilize him.

Nothing seemed to be working.

Henry was dead. Emma's son, the son she had left him to look after, was dead.

He wasn't aware of how much time had passed since she had left. He sat in the chair in the waiting room for hours. His only movement was to barely acknowledge Mary Margaret when she said she was going to get some coffee for Emma and Regina. He didn't think Emma would want coffee during a time like this, but he also knew how much Henry meant to Mary Margaret. She needed space to grieve on her own. So, he didn't question her actions.

He would wait for Emma to return. He didn't know what he would say to her. He didn't know if she would know that the most important person in her life was dead. He didn't want to be the one to tell her. He didn't know how he would even start.

Emma and Regina both came running down the hall straight past him. They were in panic, not great grief like he would have thought. They didn't know about his death, but they knew something was wrong.

"We did everything we could," Doctor Whale said.

"I'm sorry. You're too late," Mother Superior said.

He kept his distance as Emma went into Henry's room. Regina stood on the other side of the glass wall, but her eyes were on the same small boy who now laid lifeless on the hospital bed.

For several minutes, neither of them had the courage enough to get close to the body. Eventually, Regina stepped inside the glass covered room with the three other people following after her.

As soon as Emma saw Killian, she fell into his arms. She said nothing so neither did he. There was nothing he would be able to say that would ease her. Her son was gone and there was no words that could be spoken to change that. She didn't know how long she stayed in his arms, but he made no movement to back away. He was here for her for as long as she needed him.

Memories with Henry flashed in her mind. Him showing up at her door. The car ride to Storybrooke. Operation Cobra. Breakfast at Granny's.

I never told him I loved him, she thought to herself. Her need to tell her son she loved him is what finally forced her out of the arms of her friend.

Killian could predict what she was going to tell Henry as she walked over to him. He bowed his head to look down at the ground and give her some privacy with her now dead son.

"I love you, Henry," she said before kissing him on the forehead.

With a quick gust of air, the curse was broken.

Killian Jones watched his life flash before his eyes. His father. Liam's death. Becoming a pirate. Meeting Milah. Losing her and his hand to Rumpelstiltskin. His quest for revenge.

Henry let out one long breath of life. In breaking the curse, Emma had also brought her son back to life. For a moment, he had to push aside his confusion to be here for her.

"I love you, too. You saved me," Henry said.

"You did it," Regina said.

As people came flowing into the room, Emma became confused. Her eyes met Killian's, but she was surprised when she wasn't met by the kindness she was used to. No, there was something else there that she couldn't quite pin point.

"Henry, what's going on?"

"The curse. I think you broke it," the young boy answered.

"That was True Love's Kiss," Mother Superior said.

"No. No," Regina said in denial.

"If I were you, your majesty. I'd find a place to hide."

Killian watched as Regina tried to plead with Henry before she did what she did best and ran from her problems. He saw as Emma tried to smile at him, but he wasn't sure if he should smile back at her. He wasn't sure of a lot right now.

He joined the rest of the confused bunch in sitting around and thinking about their past lives. He briefly was aware of other's whispers going on around him. It wasn't until a nurse dropped something and the floor and Emma asked her if she was okay that Killian started paying attention to everything around him. The nurse pointed outside the window to a huge cloud of purple smoke quickly gaining on them.

"What is that?" Emma asked.

"Something bad," Henry said.

Killian had been around enough to know what the smoke was. It was magic. Magic was coming to Storybrooke. The real question now was with magic in this world, was he Killian Jones or was he Captain Hook?

TBC