Author's note:

So my life has been sucking as of late but I'm writing again yay! And sorry bout murdering August btw

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As you were

April 21 1717

It's been four days since August's death and the whole sanctuary had taken it hard. Killian still flashes in his mind to the moment he had to tell Marco, how the old man crumpled to the ground. Emma couldn't even speak, she didn't cry, she just stood there as Killian told her adoptive father the news.

Emma hasn't left her room since then, couldn't handle any form of socialisation he guesses. She let him hold her though, didn't return the embrace just let him. He understands what it's like to lose a brother, someone he'd spent his whole life with, it had almost destroyed him and it's undoubtedly doing the same to her.

It's almost midnight as he walks back to her room, the darkness of the hallways surrounding him. He went to get a fresh pitcher of water Emma hadn't been drinking much and as a result the water he's been bringing has been given the chance to go stagnant. She hasn't eaten much either, he's brought her bread and a few pieces of dried meats but she barely touched any of it.

The candles are all out as he walks into Emma's room but he can already tell she's not in there. He places the pitcher on the table buy the door and walked over to the fire place to light it. He strikes the flint and steel twice before the fire bursts to life so he can see.

There's no note on the bed, nothing to tell him where Emma had gone. Her assassin robes aren't handing up like normal. It's like she just decided to get up and leave.

He grabs is robes as he walks to the door. He hopes he can follow her, hopes that maybe she hasn't left the sanctuary and is merely in the training room or something. But he knows that if she did leave the sanctuary he won't be able to catch her easy because unlike him, she has the skills to climb as well as both hands, and he has defiantly notice she prefers to use the roof tops rather than walk along the streets.

He wanders the halls of the sanctuary for a good hour, a candle now lighting his way as he checks each room she could possibly be in. he even check her brothers room but she isn't in there either.

He knows he probably won't find her but that doesn't mean he won't try. He sighs, snuffing out the candle he's carrying and leaves the sanctuary.

/././././././

She needed fresh air, she didn't want to stay in her room any longer. The more she dwelled on her brother's death the more dangerous any jobs she gets will be because she won't be focused. She left quickly after Killian had left the room so she wouldn't be stopped or be forced to have company on her walk.

She's planning to run and climb in all honesty though. To use the night air rushing past her to clear her mind of its weight and clear her heart of the debris that was her brother.

She climbs up the first tall building she comes across, her hand gripping onto edge as easily as always, her feet finding hold with ease. The muscles in her body tuned for just this, pulling her higher up the building. She used to have to watch everything she did when she was learning this as a child but now it come as an instinct, her eyes, mind and body knowing her limits.

Emma has loved to climb since she was taught how to. Her real father taught her some but she was only small, unable to do much, she doesn't even really remember it anymore.

The moment she reaches the top of the building she's off, running, jumping and rolling along the rooftops, executing each landing perfectly. Her mind races as she does, her brother, her father, her mother, Killian, Ruby, every single person she's killed in the name of the brother hood, it all rushes trough her mind with each foot fall.

She doesn't have a destination in mind as she moves further and further away from her home, from the sanctuary, from Killian.

She slows as she reaches one of the bridges that cross the Thames. She doesn't know which one she has found herself at, she wasn't paying attention. She climbs down and begins to walk across it. A new set of thoughts going through her mind, like how to stop the Templars from getting this Apple of Eden that their master Gold wrote about.

She hasn't noticed how far across the bridge she's gotten, her thoughts distracting her from each step she takes.

She takes another step, finally reining in her thoughts, as a large sack is draped over her head and she's shoved into a carriage.

"Really?" she shouts as she tries to squirm free of the rope whoever is binding around her hands and feet. "I've been in worse situations than this! You won't hold me for long!"

"We're not planning to" a gentle feminine voice retorts.

"Why tie me up then?" Emma asks in a calmer tone. A moment passes with no reply "is there a reason you're doing this?" still nothing. She decides to sit in silence and wait for whatever happens.

/././.

An hour has passed and Emma is still bound as the carriage comes to a halt. She hears a mumbled conversation outside the carriage before large hands lift her, definitely not a woman. Emma struggles a bit under the grasp of the man but stops when she feels that it's futile.

"Untie her we don't need her tied up, she's not gonna kill us" the woman says.

"How do you know that? You did tie me up and drag me to the other side of the city" Emma retorts.

"Because once I'm done talking you'll be free to go" she states.

The sack is removed from Emma's head slowly, for drama reasons she guesses.

"Belle Gold?" Emma asks once she has focused on the face of the woman before her.

"Let's get to the reason I had you brought here. My husband has been lying to me and he has bad things in store for the world and for your brotherhood" Belle starts.

"Yeah… we're aware of some of it…" Emma says, rooted to her spot wondering why Mr Gold's wife is saying this.

"I need you to stop him… I always believed he was a good man but he was obviously just a good actor. He's fooled me for years and it has to stop" she sighs, pulling a bunch of letters from the muff around her hands and handing them over "these will help a bit, I'll have anymore that I think may interest you sent to a location of your choosing"

"Why are you doing this to your husband?" Emma asks her brow furrowing as she takes the letters.

"Because I care about others and from what I've read all he wants to do is hurt them…. will you do this?" she asks a tear running down her cheek. It's obvious that it's hurting her to betray her husband but she has to be very strong to do it anyway.

"Of course, Belle… I'll save everyone" she smiles, tells Belle a location to send any new letters and went on her way.

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