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WASN'T LOVE, LOVE.
Chapter 29: Files.
Emma closed the door as her mind looked for an explanation of Agatha's words that echoed in her head -"I understand that you feel bad about it, that you were confused, that your words and acts weren't truly felt at heart, but you must tell Emma, she must know."- Emma slid down to the floor, her back firmly pressed against the door. Killian was not allowed near her anymore. She had read the meaning of Agatha's words, Killian had tried to approach her, he had flirted with another woman.
Killian was on the other side; she could feel him, as if an invisible chain kept them connected above the physically possible. Emma began to capture her breathing. She had felt how he pushed Agatha roughly out, she had listened his words despite he had just whispered and it was impossible -but she had heart him telling her all the names on the book, telling her to never approach them again, telling her she was poisonous and dark hearted- Emma felt, and heard him as he stood next to the door, painfully aware of his distress, of his fear, of the pain he was feeling, of his calloused hand placed on the door. "Emma?"
She slowly moved away, Killian noticed she was letting him in and entered, kneeling next to her. He sighed, looking her through his thick eyelashes, breathing heavily as he picked her up. She let him do it, expecting to feel the deathly anger she had felt before, it never came, she was exhausted.
She was eyeing him as he lay next to her and scooped her tired body into his arms, cradling her tightly against him. "Emma."
She felt as if it was unreal, she couldn't believe that he had betrayed her, he loved her, he kept showing it again and again, and every time her trust faltered he showed her that he loved her above any expectation. "Killian." She didn't believe he had betrayed her.
His body was warm, his arms strong around her. "I should have told you this before, but I wanted you to have a happy wedding and honeymoon." He sighed into her hair, letting rest his lips on her head, his hand on her abdomen. "Agatha tried to seduce me the day I heard about your son, our son."
Emma rolled off to the side, her muscles complaining the effort. "What did you do?" She wanted to see him, to be able to see the truth or the lies written all over his face. He looked completely mortified, grief on his eyes, and Emma feared that he'd changed, replaced, cheated her. During a beat her heart was oppressed by an inconsolable pain, until her whole being cried in unison to say 'no', the man she truly loved, the man who truly loved her could not cheat her ever, under any circumstances because both were one already. "I trust you Killian."
"I grabbed her by the neck, lifted her off the ground." Killian paused, his gaze lost in the darkness, his terribly blue eyes shining in the shadows. "Emma, if you hadn't appeared I would have hurt her for betraying your trust, for trying to hurt you." It was true, and Emma already knew it. She let her head fall into their pillows; she tugged him until his head was resting on her chest, her hands caressing his scalp. "There's a part of me that is dark and dangerous." His hand wandered until his palm rested over her belly. "A part that would –that will- kill to protect those who I love; to protect you, our family."
Emma smiled as the exhaustion and relieve pushed her eyes closed; her hands stilled around his shoulders. "I love you Killian, and I love that dark part of you too, because you are both, tender and strong, caring and fierce, loving and coldblooded…"
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"I love you Killian, and I love that dark part of you too, because you are both, tender and strong, caring and fierce, loving and coldblooded…"
Emma voice trailed off until it was just a whisper and then she was sleeping. Killian smiled then, she loved him. She loved Killian Jones and she loved Captain Hook. They were true loves. Killian draw invisible maps on Emma's belly, were their daughter slept like her mother -because Killian was bloody sure the baby was a girl- he rubbed invisible paths in her skin; paths he had sailed once.
Killian stilled his hand felling Emma stir under him, he moved, letting his head rest on the pillow as Emma shifted and leaned against him, her head on his shoulder, her leg hooking behind his knee.
He closed his eyes then, wondering if Emma had noticed something, if she had felt the magic rippling through the air. Their baby was a miracle, born of true love, and she had begun to show it early. He sighed; there wouldn't be anyone to teach the baby except for some books he had stored in his quarters.
The baby had magic. He blamed it to himself, people in the land without magic had no power, so it had to be him, but he had no magic, not even a little flick of it. Maybe their true love was so strong that had created magic out of nowhere.
Countless times he had listened histories about babies born of true love being special beings, not just capable of using magic, but magic themselves. Their daughter was already showing it; but it exhausted Emma. He wondered if he had to tell her, but in his mind he can't form any coherent way of reveling her such news. His arms relaxed as sleep caught him in her arms too. She would notice sooner than later.
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The door opened in a couple of minutes, and the detective appeared, Vega smirked as Killian entered, holding out his hand to him. They shook hands, firm and strong. "Dear friend, how can I help you?" With a yawn he added. "So early?"
"I need to find someone." He sat without invitation, pouring him some whisky in Vega's glass and polishing it before the tall man had sat again.
"Again? You told me you had found him." Vega procured himself a new mismatched glass.
"Aye, and found him I did." Killian leaned back, he wanted to be back home before Emma got up. "I want you to find Emma's son, she gave him in adoption six years ago."
Vega rose an eyebrow, but his side smile didn't falter. "Where are the records kept?"
"Emma Swan." Killian leaned forwards and scribed the Social Services Center address. "Her files are kept there." He went on, this time with Mrs. Roberts name. "That woman knows were the kid is, so she may have them." He noted the jail name under it. "She was kept there at that time, so maybe there are some records left there."
Killian observed how Vega licked his lip. "Closed adoption I see, I will pay a visit to the Social Services first, better to handle this situations with no one in."
"Do what you feel is necessary."
"As long as you pay."
"That dear friend is no problem." Killian smiled as Vega's eyes shone with amusement at the pile of jewels he had thrown on the table.
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The red brick building stood proud under the sun light. Emma waited there, resting her back in a tree and holding a hot mug of chocolate in her hand, not knowing in with class Agatha was, she had opted to wait outside as Killian tend the ship; Agatha was in the Boston University School of Education studding to earn a graduate degree in Early Childhood Education.
After a couple of hours Emma sat on the grass, she felt so tired lately. When Agatha stepped out, surrounded by a big group of giggling girls she approached her, her head bend down, her eyes on fire.
"Emma dear!" The blue eyed girl had the guts to embrace her. "I feared you were mad at me!"
"Can we speak alone?" Emma's mind raced through all the tricks Killian had showed her the last years, all of them ended with Agatha bleeding in the floor.
"Of course dear, I've been expecting it all day!" She smiled brightly, one of her smiles all white teeth and red lips. "What happened with your appliances exploding?"
They walked away from the happy group of girls and Emma adopted a fighting stance, her red leather jacket fully zipped, her hands in her pockets to prevent herself to hit the other woman.
"An increase of tension, nothing to worry about." Emma pushed her eyes closed during a minute. "What happened with Killian?"
"Killian was very shocked with your son news… I tried to comfort him, but he reacted very violently, at first I was scared, but you showed up and he calmed down." Emma pursed her lips, she was saying the truth, but she wasn't telling all of it.
"Did you flirt with him?"
The girl smiled, a sweet and kind smile. "Of course not Emma!" That was a lie, Emma's right hand left her pocked and balled into a fist. "We are frien…"
She never ended the sentence as Emma hit her hard, with a yelp Agatha felt to the floor. "Keep your hands from my husband, you slut!" People popped up from nowhere around them encouraging Emma on with shouts of fight, fight, fight. Instead Emma turned around and walked away, feeling completely and utterly happy. Not because she had hit her –not just because of it- but because Killian had demonstrated her once more that he could be trusted.
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The phone rang and Killian took it, holding it against his shoulder as he whisked eggs in the kitchen helping out Pierre. "The Jolly Roger, Captain Jones on the phone."
"Killian, it's Vega."
"Did you found it?" He placed the bowl on the counter.
"There aren't any files at the Social Services, I checked Mrs. Roberts home and she wasn't there, but the alarm was on, so I'm trying again in couples of days." He cleared his throat. "I will check the jail tomorrow."
"Thanks Vega."
Killian sat down, he was sure Mrs Roberts was going to be their masterpiece, that small knowledge would help them.
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Mrs. Roberts sat in her armchair, legs stretched, arms relaxed. She had found nothing. The adoption was so illegal that even the city were the baby was supposed to live didn't exist. Her hand clasped over her chest as she felt a weight there.
Storybrook, Maine was a shadow, a blur line written on a sheet of paper forgotten in some adoption archive. She had checked it herself, there was nothing down the road but forest, forest and forest. No city. There was no Major Mills, her driving license didn't exist, the attorney that had handled it lived in the ghost city too, Robert Gold, another name that doesn't existed.
She rested her head back trying tho breath; she couldn't understand why someone would do such a thing, filling adoption papers with lies. Roberta was sure that the baby was with his father; that was the only thing that made sense, and the reason she had looked for him. He was wanted by the law, a thief, an outlaw. Neal Cassidy couldn't appear and claim his son. So –Roberta guessed- he had used that fraudulent adoption to keep his son by his side.
Other options were less happy; baby's organs were highly sought; but she didn't want to let her mind walk such dark paths. She was too exhausted. She had returned the files to the Social Services Center before going home, and it had drain her energy. She didn't need the files anymore, because they were useless, false. She tried to get up and walk to her bed, but as she was too weak she leaned back and opened her shirt, feeling it too tight around her body, the silk cloth choking her.
That night Roberta Roberts closed her eyes wishing that Henry Mills was okay, living happily with his father, maybe under another name, Henry Cassidy.
That night Roberta Roberts closed her eyes to never open them again.
Well dearies, be ready for a time gap!
A sad goodbye to Mrs. Roberts who without knowing it has messed up Henry's life!
I plan some fluffiness in the next chapter, and much more magic! We will see Captain Hook too!
Okay, I must say I saw the 3 season preview and it was like... I was going to write a CS scene very similar to this in the fic! So I'm so exited to see what happens in the 3! Please let it have a lot of CS moments!
By the way, keep reviewing... And be prepared of Agatha, she doesn't like to be beaten and humiliated in front of her friends.
