Henry's hospital room began to light up as the sun rose, waking Emma from her spot next to his bed. Her back ached and her neck hurt from being slumped over in the chair all night, making sure she was still close enough to hold her son's hand while he slept.

Emma sat up and looked around. The hospital was practically deserted at this hour, and the only other person she could see was Regina, who had curled up on the couch in Henry's room to get some sleep.

And then there was Henry, who was still unconscious after the hit to his head the day before on Liam Jones' boat. Or ship. Or whatever Henry would tell her because the term she had chosen was the wrong one.

She gently brushed the hair away from his forehead as the light from the window crept towards his face. He seemed so peaceful like this, and she couldn't help but smile at the precocious kid who brought her to this magical small town in Maine. So many things had changed since she arrived, so many people she had met.

Emma moved close enough to Henry that she could count every eyelash, see every freckle. She was his mother and friend. She knew he would wake up soon and be better. She knew he would shake this off and be back on the water in no time.

She believed in him. And without thinking of what she was doing, she instinctively leaned over and kissed his forehead.

The wave of magic hit her square in the chest, making her stumble over the chair behind her. Outside, she could see the flash pushing its way over the streets and the shops, over the harbor.

And then she remembered it all. She remembered standing in the middle of the street, trying to stop Gold's curse as it rolled through the forest into the town. She remembered Killian and Liam and the Underworld.

She remembered she was the Savior. She was the one who had saved this town from a curse and a wicked witch and a snow monster and Peter Pan and Cruella and all the other things that had tried to do it harm.

She remembered her family! She had parents and a baby brother and friends who loved her. And she had Killian. Even before this latest curse, even before she started kissing her new roommate, even before all of that, she had Killian.

Emma finally got ahold of her emotions long enough to look back at Henry, who was now sitting up in his hospital bed and smiling at her. Regina was standing next to his bedside, holding his hand while staring at Emma with shock and awe.

Henry gazed at her as if this was exactly what he had expected would happen. "I told you, mom," he said with a big smile. "You're our Savior."

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The hospital room was filled with voices and commotion, and Emma didn't care because it was filled with love.

Regina had been standing quietly next to her, taking it all in with a smile on her face. "So I guess you finally decided to think you were the savior."

"Actually, I wasn't thinking at all," Emma said. "Maybe I overthought this whole believer thing."

"That makes sense, you know. Your magic always seems to be rooted in feeling, not thought." Regina gave her a smile. "In some ways, our magic is alike, and in some ways, it's very different."

Emma couldn't help but return the mayor's smile before taking another look at her son, who was bright-eyed and alert. It was a remarkable - and definitely a magical - change from the day before.

David and Mary Margaret - Emma's parents! - were standing by their grandson's bed asking him about the past few months and how he had found the storybook this time. Baby Neal was tucked away in his car seat in the corner, oblivious to all the noise. Robin sat on the little couch with his son Roland as the young boy chatted excitedly about being able to camp out in the forest again. It was nice to have her family back together after another curse.

But her family was missing someone.

"Mom?" Henry stared down at blue Jell-O from the hospital's cafeteria with a serious look. "Where are Killian and Liam?"

"Oh, they're OK, Henry. Don't worry," she said reassuringly. "Liam just has a broken arm. He's going to be fine."

But she wasn't totally reassured. She would've expected Killian to be here by now, and the fact that he wasn't made her think something was still wrong. And there was something else seemed to be bothering her son.

"Henry, what's the matter?" Regina asked.

"I told them I wanted to go out farther," he murmured. "It was my fault we got hit by that wave."

Henry's mothers exchanged a look of understanding. "It wasn't your fault," Regina said, tucking her son's hair behind his ear. "You didn't know, and they didn't know."

Henry just nodded, but Emma could tell he didn't believe her reassuring words.

"You know, I have to go home anyway now that this whole curse is over," Emma explained. "So I'll check on Killian and Liam and see if they can stop by later to say hi."

The kid looked up, a smile breaking across his face. "Can you do that?"

"Sure!" she said. "I'll head out now and be back soon, OK?"

Mary Margaret grabbed her hand and squeezed it tight before her father gave her one of his trademark hugs, cradling her head as he pulled her closer. She had missed that.

But now that Emma had walked out of hospital, she was finally able to start thinking about what had happened - and what it could mean once she got home.

They brought Liam back with them from the Underworld, but did the curse take him away from his brother again? What kind of mental and physical state would he be in?

And what about Killian? He had been dead, and they went down to the Underworld to bring him back. But what kind of mental state would he be in now that the curse had been lifted?

One question she hadn't considered - and wouldn't - was whether he still wanted her. She just knew he did, and she knew she wanted him too. Even with the new curse, even with everyone forgetting who they were, somehow Emma and Killian had found each other - again. Emma smiled, her steps getting a little quicker as she got close to the apartment. Because no matter what was waiting for her there, no matter what new problems had arisen from the curse being broken, she knew that Killian was there and they would get through this next challenge together.

Emma quickly took the stairs up to the apartment and flung the door open.

"Killian?"

There was no response, and she started to worry that maybe he wasn't there after all. Had he gone to the hospital looking for her? Was he down at the dock or somewhere with Liam? She put her keys down on the counter and started walking around the apartment to see if he was still there.

He was. She found Killian sitting on the floor in the hallway with his back to the wall outside his bedroom. His head was down and he seemed completely oblivious to everything around him, including her.

Maybe things wouldn't be as easy as she thought. "Killian?" she said apprehensively.

His head jerked up and a smile spread across his face. He quickly jumped up from his spot on the floor and took determined steps to reach her at the end of the hallway. His lips burned with passion as they met hers, and she was more than happy to kiss him back. She missed this. She enjoyed kissing her roommate and her new friend, of course. But there was something different when it was Captain Hook or Killian Jones the pirate or whatever. There was just something different about kissing the man she had shared so many adventures with. There was a history that she didn't share with her roommate but with her pirate, and it was a history that made this particular kiss just so much better.

He pulled away slightly, his hands still on her cheeks, his forehead still pressed against hers, as his blue eyes stared at her.

"Swan, you did it again," he said quietly. "You saved us again."

Emma smiled. "Well, I am the savior," she said teasingly.

He didn't smile back, his face actually falling a bit as he pulled away to look at her.

"How's Henry?" he asked seriously.

"He's fine," she replied. "He's going to be fine."

He nodded slightly. "So how did you break the curse?"

"I just had to kiss him."

Killian's face looked confused. "I thought you tried that already."

"I guess I had to believe in magic," she said. "Regina said my magic is rooted in feelings, not thoughts. I just overthought it all."

"Well, that does sound like you," he said with a smirk.

Emma smiled, then took a longer look at him, finally able to see her pirate again. He was wearing a white t-shirt and blue jeans, not his usual black ensemble that she now realized how much she missed. And she missed all the jewelry he used to wear, especially the rings on his hands. Strangely enough, he still had both of them.

Emma reached for his left hand, feeling the warmth of it on her skin. "I wonder why Gold's curse gave you your hand back, and then that you got to keep it."

"I don't think that was Gold's curse. I think that was you."

"Me?" she asked.

He smiled warmly down on her. "You were the one who made our lives better, even when we were cursed. Who gave us the chance to be the best versions of ourselves, not the worst."

"I still think I'm going to miss the hook a little bit," she said quietly. "Are you happy it's back?"

Killian shrugged. "I guess. I don't know if I earned it, but I'll adjust."

She looked up at him and smiled. "You earned it awhile ago when you became a hero."

"A hero?" he asked. "I don't think Henry would say I'm a hero."

"Then you don't know Henry. He was worried about the two of you." She began to look around the apartment, realizing that she still hadn't seen the brother Jones since she arrived. "Is Liam here?"

"Aye," he said quietly.

"But something is wrong."

Killian pulled her down the hallway, away from his closed bedroom door, and into the living room.

"Liam…." His voice trailed off and he had to take a breath before he could continue. "Liam is having some issues with the curse being broken. Well, one issue in particular."

"What's that?"

"Ruby."

Emma looked at him in confusion. "What about Ruby?"

"Liam is a bit heartbroken I guess. He loves Ruby, or he did, but that was because of the curse," he explained. "I think Liam doesn't know what to do now since his relationship seemed to just be part of the curse and wasn't real."

Emma nodded solemnly. "I've been there."

Killian's eyes narrowed. "What?"

"Walsh."

He couldn't help but laugh. "Last time I checked, Ruby wasn't a flying monkey, Swan."

"No, but I fell in love with Walsh after a curse erased my memories. Sound familiar?"

Killian's face grew serious and he nodded solemnly. "I remember."

"My memories weren't real, but my time with Henry and Walsh during that curse was. And Liam's time with Ruby these past few months was real too."

Killian reached for her hand, his fingers entwining themselves in her own. "Do you think you can talk to him?"

"I-"

A knock on the door interrupted her, and Killian slowly let go of her hand to answer it.

Ruby was standing in the doorway, her dark red cloak around her shoulders. "Hi, Killian," she said quietly. "I'm looking for Liam. Is he still here?"

"Aye."

She walked into the apartment looking more miserable than Emma had ever seen her before. That is, until she spotted Emma. A smile broke out on her face and she quickly walked over and pulled her friend into a hug.

"You did it!" she said, pulled her tighter.

"Again," Emma said quietly.

Ruby pulled away and looked at her. "Well, thank you - again - for saving the town," she said. "Granny decided to have a party tonight at the diner, and she's expecting you to be there."

"Of course."

Ruby turned to Killian, her smile still there. "She's expecting you as well. And Liam too."

"Thank you, Red."

Ruby's eyes began to dart around the apartment, looking for her boyfriend - or whatever he was to her now considering the curse. "Where's Liam?"

"My room. Just down the hall." Killian motioned in the direction of his room, only to stop Ruby by gently grabbing her arm before she went any farther. "I honestly don't know the man you're going to find behind that door, Red."

She gave him a forced smile. "It's OK," she said quietly. "Whatever happens, it will be OK."

They watched as she walked away, and could hear her gently knocking on the bedroom door before opening it and closing it behind her.

"I hope he lets her in," Killian said. "I mean, not the bedroom, but you know."

Emma smiled at him. "I know."

"And I know things have been… different between us-"

"But they were still the same." She walked over and snaked her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. "No matter what curse or what realm or what obstacle, you still found you."

He leaned down and gently kissed her lips. "I will always find you, Swan."