Update number 2! Still don't own anything.

EMMA

"Mary Margaret, I hate to ask" - Emma spoke as soon as David and Killian were behind the kitchen door - "but did you manage to remember anything at all? From before?"

The dark-haired woman shook her head. "Not really. Well, I sometimes get these... flashes of familiar emotions around people or objects? Like, with David, I knew that I must have loved him dearly, and I still do - the emotional connection is familiar - but I don't remember how we met, or where we got married, or even if we've got any kids..."

She sighed, and Emma nodded, urging her to continue. "He's been great though - he tells me every single detail. And I know he wouldn't lie to me."

Emma nodded again. "He told me about your power. Would you mind telling me more about it?" - she spoke gently, trying to hide the curiousity bubbling in her stomach.

Mary Margaret hesitated. "You would probably find it strange and impossible, but one thing I did remember, after I got out of the hospital, is that I've always had this thing where I could tell when people lied…"

Seeing no muscle twitches on Emma's face, Mary Margaret let out a breath Emma didn't realise she's been holding and continued:

"So anyway, this lie detector thing - I don't quite know what it is, to be honest - David and I talked about it, and I believe him when he says he's OK with it, but I know he's been sugarcoating other people's reactions to it. It doesn't bother me as much as it should though - is that strange?"

Emma shook her head. "I understand. Believe me, I do."

Mary Margaret chuckled nervously. "What, do you have a lie detector inside you too?"

"Yes" - Emma deadpanned. She didn't feel like tiptoeing around the potential elephant in the room right now.

Mary Margaret's green eyes widened. "Wait... what?"

Emma opened her mouth to explain, but a buzz of her phone interrupted her. She saw "1 new e-mail from Belle French" displaying on the screen.

"Hold that thought. I just need to see this e-mail quickly" - she told Mary Margaret and tapped on the envelope.

"Hey Emma,

Hope you're OK, you sounded a little strange last night. Let us know when you're getting back will you? We're a little worried...

In other news, I've been dipping my toes in the world of superheroes as you asked for the last couple of days and let me tell you - Internet is a scary place! After filtering through thousands of comments from fanboys and fangirls, I did manage to find some stuff you might find useful.

The superpower that seems to be the closest match to Neal's is Imperciptibility. Examples in fiction include The Silents from Doctor Who, which I know about, and someone called Ramurans from Star Trek. Neal's case is slightly different, however. From what you told me, he falls under a spectrum of Unnoticeability which is a sub-power of Imperciptibility. To go with the Doctor Who theme, it's like a perception filter, although you didn't say anything about there being a specific object that triggers the power did you? It's never explicitly stated anywhere, but by all logic, Neal's power should be genetic.

Emma, if I'm right about this, Neal would be impossible to find unless he wants to be found. Now, I know you didn't exactly ask me to look into yours but here's what I learnt:

Your power does exist in the subculture of superheroes. It's known as Lie Detection, Intuitive Polygraphy or Lie Sensing. You appear to be quite an advanced user - most recipients can't differentiate between a white lie or a secret. You probably already know all the examples from fiction, but some of the ones I found are Sylar from Heroes and River Tam from Firefly. There are mixed views on whether the power is genetic or occurs as a result of someone's interference, but Ruby's gut tells her yours is the former.

Give us a call when you can,

Belle.

"Emma? Is everything OK?" - Mary Margaret's question was spoken as soon as Emma finished reading the e-mail.

"Yes" - she spoke absentmindedly, pondering in her mind the implications of what Belle told her.

"Emma?" - Mary Margaret tried again. "Before you got the e-mail, we were talking about my power?"

Emma nodded. "Mary Margaret, what I said is true. I can do the exact same thing you can. I've been able to since I can remember."
The brunette's mouth formed an "O". She blinked slowly, not saying a word.

"You know I'm telling the truth!" - Emma tried. "I've been able to tell when someone is lying since I was a kid, but I couldn't control it properly until I was in my late teens. I know you don't remember much about it, and I know we've only met a few days ago, but I've never met anyone like me before..."

"Yes you have" - Mary Margaret interrupted her speech. "Maybe not exactly like you, but you've known people who were different, haven't you?"

Emma sighed and nodded. "Yes. You're right, I have. My... my ex-boyfriend could... well, he could make people believe they didn't see him. That he wasn't there... I don't really understand it myself..."

Mary Margaret sighed. "But how... I mean, how did you handle it? Did your parents help you? Do you know where it came from? I tried asking David about my situation, but he said neither of us ever knew..."

"God I'm just all over the place with this!" - she cried out suddenly, throwing her hands up. "I wake up, not having any idea who I am or who all these people are standing around me, and this guy tells me he's my husband, and this other guy tells me that I've been comatose for God knows how long because of some accident, and I just know that he's lying but I can't explain how I know, and UGH!"

She was out of breath by the time she's finished speaking, and her face was buried in her knees, her shoulders shaking slightly. Emma stood up and placed her hand on the woman's shoulder gently.

This was a new territory to her. In the last twelve hours, she's had to comfort two people she barely knew but somehow, felt connected to. Of course, she's attempted to make the victims in her cases feel better a few times, usually by means of a brief hug or an awkward clap on the shoulder followed by a bag of untraceable cash. However, these moments were fleeting and she never dwelled on them. Not having many sources of comfort until she was adopted at 9 left some very deep scars on her soul that still stung whenever she saw a mother wrapping her arms around a small boy or a little girl riding on her father's shoulders. It took her almost two years to even let her adoptive parents kiss her goodnight, and by then, it was a rare occurrence since she was deemed to be "too old".

Feeling Mary Margaret's slender body relax slowly underneath her hand, however, was a lot less awkward than Emma imagined it would be.

"I'm sorry" - the brunette sniffed after a moment. "I didn't mean to have a meltdown in front of you. It's just - it's a bit much, that's all".

Emma nodded. "I understand. I'm sorry too. I didn't mean to overwhelm you."

"I know. I'm alright now, I think."

Emma took a seat next to her on the sofa. "Do you have any idea - any at all - why the mayor would do such a thing to you?"

Mary Margaret shrugged. "I wish I did! It's one thing to pay for something you did knowingly, and it's quite another to find out that you're targeted for something you don't even remember doing."

Emma bit her lip. Did she want to tell this woman about her own experiences with Regina? On the one hand, she barely knew her. On the other, however, she knew first hand how damaging Regina's influence and power could be, and the Mayor wasn't like any other criminals Emma's dealt with. Her vendetta against Regina was personal. And she didn't want anyone else getting hurt in the future. Besides, her power told her Mary Margaret wasn't faking any aspect of her amnesia.

"Mary Margaret?"

"Yeah?"

"I have to tell you something. I've met Regina. Before I got here, I mean."

"When?"

"About 12 years ago. I was just a kid in high school and she was the principal. I figured out she was stealing quite a lot of money from the parent committee and school funds, so I confronted her. I got expelled and... other things happened. This woman is evil. Pure evil. Whatever you did to her, it couldn't have been so bad she had to order someone to put you in a coma!"

The woman smiled at Emma, looking reassured. "Thanks, Emma. Do you... do you maybe want to talk more about the thing?" - she asked hesitantly.

Emma frowned. Did she? If she was correct in her deductions, Mary Margaret had the exact same gift as she did, and, given Belle's e-mail and Ruby's instincts, which were never wrong, her and the woman in front of her could very well be... Did she want to open that can of worms right now, if ever?

Suddenly, a memory of Killian's voice resurfaced in her head. "It was like I was a stowaway seeing a lighthouse for the first time" - he said. If that was the way he felt, what if Emma could feel that way too?

What if you already do? - another voice, too much like her own, spoke into her ear. Emma sighed and began to speak.

KILLIAN

While Emma and Mary Margaret were chatting in the living room, David and Killian were each having a can of beer in a kitchen filled with tension to the ceiling. Finally, Killian had had enough and cleared his throat.

"Look, mate - I get that you don't like me, believe me, I do. But if you have questions, I promise I'll answer each and every one of them as honestly as I can." - he spoke, not breaking eye contact with the Sheriff.

David rolled his eyes but nodded. "What was that "power" you and Emma were talking about yesterday?"

Killian explained, watching David's facial expressions change every 20 seconds from disbelieving to furious to astonished.

"So are you or are you not working with Whale and Regina?" - he asked after Killian was done.

"No! Well, I was working with Whale, but I had no idea who Regina even was until Emma told me! And as of yesterday, I don't think I'll be working with Whale for much longer either" - he added darkly.

"Why's that?"

Killian sighed. "This might come as a shock to you, but I'm not the biggest fan of murderers. And the shit Whale and Regina pulled with that poor bloke's heart is murder if I've ever seen one."

David snorted. "So you're bothered by murder but you're OK with convincing living, breathing people to give up their hearts for your own selfish benefit?"

Killian's cheeks flushed. "I will never deny my selfishness" - he spoke slowly - "but do not think, for even one moment, that I would use my powers on a man who had even the smallest chance of recovery. Whale told me that the man was beyond saving, that was the only reason I agreed!"

The Sheriff sighed. "So you have no idea why Whale and Regina chose Graham Humbert as a donor?"

"None whatsoever. But if you ask me, I don't believe Regina is directly involved in Whale's medical endeavours"

"Yeah, if you ignore the fact she murdered poor Humbert for his heart which - oh yeah - was for Whale's dead brother!"

Killian sighed. "You heard the recording, mate. She didn't care about what he was doing on his own time. She's got something else going on. I know that, and Emma knows that. And whatever it is, you and your lovely wife are a part of it."

David nodded and propped his head with his palm, deep in thought. Killian's thoughts were swarming all over the place.

He was hoping that by now, Emma figured out how to get to the bottom of Regina's plot, whatever that was, and to take her down, because he wasn't having much luck. The only thing he felt would be of help was to interrogate Whale the same way Emma interrogated him the very night before. The hospital records weren't of any use beyond what they already knew, Emma told him this morning. Somehow, however, he knew that the answer was staring them right in the face.

He sighed and cast his mind back to the first time he met Emma properly. They were in Storybrooke Memorial, Mary Margaret has just reunited with her husband, and Whale was informing them of what happened, while tending to the other patient in the room...

Wait.

The other coma patient.

What if she has woken up by now?

Killian gasped and dashed into the living room, where he literally collided with Emma's body.

"OOF" - he yelped at the impact.

"I'm sorry!" - they both cried out at the same time and tried to catch their breath.

"I was just..."

"I was about to.."
"Go get you..."

"Go tell you..."

"Whale had..."

"The hospital room..."

"The blonde woman..."

"Elsa..."

"Guys!" - David pulled them apart. "One of you, please tell me what the hell's happening!" He gestured towards Emma, who nodded.

"So me and Mary Margaret were talking and she remembered that Whale was keeping another patient in her room, a woman named Elsa. I thought we could go see if she was awake and could help in any way".

David nodded. "Good idea. Killian?"

"Yeah, what she said" - he panted.

Mary Margaret grabbed her coat from the hanger. "Let's go then!"

Oh my God. I did it. I won NaNoWriMo 2014. Leave me some reviews to celebrate :D and remember – Supersaviour is far from over ;)