"Who was that?" asked Henry, looking up from his breakfast as Emma came back into the room.

She was pale and visibly shaking, but she tried to keep her voice even. "No idea, someone must've left the door open downstairs." She looked behind her for a second. "Come on, let's eat."

Henry noticed how shaken up she was, whoever came to the door, well, she must have known him, and it must not have been a happy reunion.

-/-

Emma had been acting strange all day. She was jumpy, and nervous. She kept glancing at the front door like it would open at any moment and the man from that morning would attack her. Henry had asked her several times if she was okay, but she always brushed it off.

Around 3:00 Henry slipped out of the apartment while his mother was at the grocery store.

He half expected the man to be waiting at the front door, but the hallway was empty.

Henry knew he had to move quickly. His mother wouldn't be long at the store, and as soon as she came back and found him missing, she'd go looking for him. His mother had a talent for finding people.

He hurried down the stairs and walked out of the apartment complex.

Since he hadn't caught a good look at the mysterious man, he wasn't quite sure who he was looking for, but Henry had a big imagination, and like his mother, he had a knack for finding people.

So when he spotted a man dressed all in leather loitering by the entrance of the building, he knew that this was the stranger.

Henry took a deep breath and went up to the man. "How do you know my mother?"

The man looked down at him, and Henry noticed a strange mix of emotions in his eyes, hope, concern, confusion, and determination.

"I'm an old friend of hers."

Henry grinned. "My mom doesn't usually slam the door on old friends."

"I gave her good reason to do so," admitted the man.

"Who are you?"

"Killian Jones," he said quickly.

"Well, Mr. Jones, let's talk. My mom is out at the moment. Seeing you again clearly upset my mom, and I want to know why."

Killian closed his eyes and a pained expression flickered over his features.

Henry could only assume it was because he'd said his mother was upset.

"Your mother wouldn't like you trusting a complete stranger."

"I wouldn't say I trust you," said Henry, "but I wouldn't say you're a stranger either. You seem vaguely familiar, and not just because you look like you stepped out of a pirate movie."

-/-

"So, Mr. Jones, what's the story? Did you date my mom?"

Killian was sitting at the kitchen table. After a year of being separated from Emma, he hardly imagined that he's be interrogated by her son. But it was better than no contact at all, he supposed. He had hoped that the kiss would work, but Charming had warned him that it might not.

Killian looked at the boy and was amazed at his ability to trust. It was something he certainly hadn't inherited from his mother. "Your mother and I have a complicated history."

"So you're not an ex-boyfriend?"

Killian blinked, remembering when Regina had applied the term to him. "Not exactly," he said.

"Okay. Just how complicated?"

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, lad."

"Try me," said Henry.

But then the front door opened and Emma Swan came into the apartment with several bags of groceries.

The bags slipped from her fingers when she spotted him. "Henry, go to your room."

"Mom, I can explain," said Henry quickly.

"Go to your room," she said again. She looked panicked.

Henry looked over at Killian and then back at his mother before going to his room.

Killian prepared for the worst as Emma moved towards him. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Your son invited me," said Killian calmly. He stood up and closed the distance between them. "I'm sorry I upset you this morning. It was not my intention. I mean you, or your boy, no harm."

"Upset? You think I'm upset? No," said Emma furiously, grabbing his arm and pulling him towards the door, pushing him out into the hallway "Get the hell out of my apartment and if you ever come near me or my son again I will have your leather-clad ass thrown in jail."

Killian fought back a grin. He loved her a little bit more when she was yelling at him. "Swan, please, I know this is crazy, but you have to remember me."

"I've never met you before," said Emma, gripping the door handle. "I better not see your face around here again."

Before Killian could say anything more, the door slammed shut with violent force.

Killian wasn't about to give up though. Not when lives were at stake. Not when the whole town needed her.

Killian had spent the past year trying to get to her, thinking of her every day as he'd promised. He had never loved anyone as much as he loved Emma Swan. He was in this for the long haul.