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Chapter 35: Henry.

"Uh? Can I help you?"

"Does Emma Jones live here?"

Killian looked intently at the lad, there was something about his eyes that was painfully familiar. "Aye. Who are you?"

"My name's Henry. I'm her son."

Killian looked down at the kid, a smile spreading across his face as Henry pushed past him into the apartment. He had found them.

Emma's voice came from the kitchen, just ten meters away, hasn't she heard? "Whoa! Hey, kid! Kid! Kid! Where are you going! Where are your parents?" Killian closed the door, his mind was paralyzed by happiness when he saw his Emma standing in front of their new-found son, her hand on his shoulder. Ruth was kicking her feet madly grinning brightly at her brother with a wicked knowing face that told Killian that she had long foreseeing that moment.

The lad held Emma's gaze. "Ten years ago. Did you give up a baby for adoption? That was me."

Emma murmured something unintelligible and Killian rushed to her side as she nearly stumbled over her son. "Easy there lass."

"…Give me a minute." His Emma was shocked, she didn't expect it, she needed to compose herself. Killian helped her to reach their bedroom, a smile spread on his face. He had found them.

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He was thirsty and hungry. Henry eyed warily the girl sitting on the counter, she smiled and followed him with her blue eyes -the same eyes the man had- as he reached the fridge; Henry wondered if that man was his father too.

He yelled for the adults in the other room to heard him. "Hey, you have any juice? Never mind, found some."

He began to drink it straight from the bottle and turned around, the little girl was there, looking at him intently, her big blue eyes shining with happiness. He hadn't even heard her jump down to the floor. It was a little scary for Henry. He expected Emma to be alone. They told him she was married but somehow he didn't expect brothers or sisters. Why would then they gave him away if they wanted kids?

The girl took a step back, her dark ponytail bouncing behind her, and extended her hand.

"I'm Ruth Jones and I'm five years old."

He cleaned his palm on his trousers and then shook hands with that girl who was probably his sister. "I'm Henry Mills."

She smiled at him and tilted her head in an adorable way. "My milk please." He found a glass on the counter and lowered it to her. "Thanks Henry." He observed how the little girl drank walking slowly around him as if he was her prey. She finished her drink and licked away her milk mustache. "So you're my big brother." Henry nodded he didn't know what to say, how was he supposed to made Emma go to Storybrook? Surely she wouldn't leave that girl alone to save them from the curse. "Can I see your book?"

They know about the book? Did they know about the curse? Henry frowned taking a cautious step back. "How do you know?"

The girl smirked pointing a thin long finger at him. "It pops out of your backpack."

Relieve floored through Henry. They didn't know about the book or the curse. He needed to find a way to make Emma go to Storybrook. Henry sat on the couch and carefully unpacked his book placing it on his lap. Ruth crawled up next to him and sat so close to him that her head was just between his arm and chest. He smiled feeling a sudden happiness because somehow he had a sister.

He stared down at her as she read. "Once upon a time." She rested her head on his chest and looked up at him rising one eyebrow. "Do you want me to read?" By her voice she was clearly challenging him.

Henry blinked trying to cope with the situation, that girl was weird. "Do you know how to read?"

She smirked at him. "I'm a pirate and a princess, I read, ride horsies, paint and fight."

Good, he had a very paid of herself sister. "If you say so... Okay I will read."

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Emma didn't know what to do, and her overly calm husband wasn't helping her. She had waited so long for that moment! She expected him when he was older, not just ten years old. How was she going to talk with him about Neal? Why was Killian smiling so much?

Then long years without him. Would he want to live with them? Would he leave his adoptive family behind?

"Emma darling look at me." Emma took a deep breath and looked up to her husband blue orbs, eyes that were full of concern, excitation and happiness. "He found us."

"He found us, he found us." She repeated like an automate. "What if he doesn't like me? What if he's there to tell me how horrible I'm for giving him up?"

Killian caressed her cheek with his thumb as his fake hand kept her from collapsing.

"Then we will explain him and wait until he understands."

Emma frozen. "What we will do if he doesn't?"

"We will face it together, as a team." He responded quietly. "Emma, take in account that he may love his current family, he may not want to leave them."

Emma nodded, she already knew it , and that knowledge was haunting her. She sighed and strained her back taking hold of her body. She was strong; Emma Jones wasn't a frail damsel.

They excited the room and she swallowed a sob as her eyes find the scene. Her children were sitting together at the couch. Ruth was embracing her big brother as he read her a tale. It was something she had fantasized many times. She glanced at Killian who was smiling and whose eyes were wet. Damn, the moment was so perfect they both stood there drinking every drop of it. It was their dream. Why she never had her camera when she needed it?

After a couple of minutes, as the boy read Snow White to Ruth, Emma finally approached them.

"Hi." Emma croaked. The boy closed his book earning an annoyed hum from Ruth.

"Hi."

Emma keeled in front of the couch and Killian did the same smiling brightly and holding her hand. "I'm Emma and he is Killian my husband."

"And my Papa." Added Ruth jumping from the couch and sitting on Killian's knee.

"I'm Henry. He's my...?" Henry -at least he had a beautiful name- gestured with his hand towards Killian.

Emma took a deep breath. "No."

Killian stood then taking Ruth with him. "You need some privacy." He helped her to sit in the couch and kissed the top of her head. "Nice to meet you lad." He said ruffling Henry's hair.

Emma waited for the door to close, just as Ruth bedroom's door was shut the kid stood up.

"You know, we should probably get going." He said all business packing his book.

Emma blinked twice. "Going where?"

"I want you to come home with me."

Emma didn't understand. "Why?" It made no sense.

"If you don't I'll tell the cops you kidnapped me." It came out matter-of-factly as he closed his backpack.

"And they'll believe you because I'm your birth mother." Gods she had a blackmailer son.

"Yep."

"You're not going to do that." She read him as she did with everyone else.

"Try me." She rose and eyebrow, lie.

"You're pretty good. But here's the thing – there's not a lot I'm great at in life. I have one skill. Let's call it a superpower. I can tell when anyone is lying and you, kid, are." She took his hand, she needed to know everything about him. "We need to talk."

"Wait… Please we can talk as we get there. Please, come home with me."

"Where's home?" Her son wanted to go home, he didn't want to stay. He had surely freaked out seeing that she already had a daughter, or maybe it was Killian. Had she made a mistake telling him Killian was not his father?

"Storybrooke, Maine."

Emma felt her heart skip a beat. Storybrooke was the supposed fake city. "Is because of Ruth or Killian?"

"Mmhmm. No, look, I need you to drive me there, the sooner the better."

She felt her heart breaking. He was there just to see who Emma Jones was. "Why did you come?" All hope she had felt seeing him was consumed and the happiness was gradually being replaced by a feeling of emptiness and sadness. She had regained her son to lose him again.

He looked down. "It's difficult to explain, but I'm happy I've found you. Can we go now?"

The bedroom door opened and Ruth ran out, Killian close behind trying to catch her. She threw her arms around Henry. "I'm coming too!"

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"Come on lassie." Killian tried to make Ruth release the lad. "Let them talk." Emma was at the verge of tears, he could see it clearly in her green beautiful eyes.

"All right, then. Let's get you back to your home." Killian let go Ruth and looked up at Emma.

Home? After all this time waiting for him? He wasn't giving up so easily. "Emma dear can we talk?" It couldn't be, he wasn't going to let Emma lose her happiness so easily. The Jones would fight.

Emma put a hand on his arm. "Killian, we can't keep him here. He wants return to his family."

Killian pulled Emma towards their room. "Darling, if he is here it means something." He whispered, eyeing the lads in the room. "He found us for a reason Emma, don't give up." Killian walked towards the door, making sure it was closed. "I'm sorry lad, but you're not going back until you tell us why did you come here in the first place and who are your parents."

The lad held his gaze. "Why?"

"Because you're just ten years old and have come to that bloody city at your own." He observed him closely. "That means you're not very happy were you are, and that they didn't take care of you properly. Savvy lad?"

"You know I have a name? It's Henry." Killian didn't utter a word he just knelled in front of the lad. "Okay, my mother is Regina Mills, and I'm not totally happy."

"So it's true, you weren't adopted by a couple, just a single woman." He rose an eyebrow and the lad nodded, Killian's eyes found Emma's ones in a knowing look, they could legally fight for him. "And why are you here lad… Henry?"

"There are things in my life, in the place where I came from that needed to be fixed." He looked at Emma. "She can fix them."

"Then you don't want a ride, you want me to stay?" Killian smiled at Emma's voice, there was so much hope in her words.

"Yep, there's a very nice inn there." The boy squirmed out of Killian reach. "Can we go now?"

"Let me pack some things then." Emma disappeared into their room.

"Mama will need us. If we do not go with them now we will not find them! We are coming too!" Ruth said and with that she ran to her bedroom and the characteristic sound of drawers opening and closing was heard above one of his pirate songs about mermaids that she happily yelled.

Killian sighed, if Ruth thought they would be need, then they should go. He smiled down at the lad. There were some calls to be made; Oscar would have to stay in charge of the ship for some days.

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Henry was sitting on the rear seat next to Ruth that was asleep in her chair. Killian was the one driving and Emma was on the front seat fidgeting with a necklace. He liked his mum, she was cool with her leather jacked and her boots.

"How long have you been looking for me?" Henry asked casually.

"About nine years." Emma turned around to face him. Henry understood her mood, they had looked for him during years and the first thing he had wanted to do was going back with the Evil Queen. "I thought that I was going to be unable to take care of you, but Killian appeared in my life and everything changed. Then we couldn't find you."

It made sense, no outsiders could find Storybrook. "Where's my father."

"He –oh gods- framed me, I paid for his wrongs in jail while I was pregnant." Her voice broke and she sat back straight. "He ran."

"We don't know where he is Henry." Killian filled. "I've looked for him, but he gave your mother a false name." Henry felt the anger in the man's voice, he hadn't looked for his father to say hello and wish happy holidays, his voice was tinged with revenge. "I have always loved you like a son."

So his father was a liar, a wanted felon and in general a bad dude, and now that man wanted to be his father, he didn't respond, he just wanted to change the subject. "I'm hungry. Can we stop somewhere?"

"Sure." She answered.

Killian pulled the car out of the road at the next road bar. "I will wait with Ruth here while you stop for snacks."

Henry felt odd as Emma kissed the man's lips, it was just a peck, but he didn't like it.

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When she sat in front of the kid in the boot he was reading the book from earlier. Emma felt happy, her son needed her, and as the lawyer had said, if he had been really adopted by a single woman they could fight for his custody. They just needed to be very careful.

"What's that?" Emma wondered what was so important about that boot, what made him carry it around.

"I'm not sure you're ready."

"I'm not ready for some fairy tales?"

"They're not fairy tales. They're true. Every story in this book actually happened."

"Of course they did." She laughed thanking the waitress with a nod as she left the hamburger in front of Henry.

"Use your superpower. See if I'm lying." He was not lying, but kids tended to think their fairytales were true.

"Just because you believe something, doesn't make it true." He was too old for such nonsense nonetheless.

He bit the hamburger. "That's exactly what makes it true. You should know more than anyone."

She squinted her eyes at him. "Why's that?"

"Because you're in this book."

"Oh, kid. You've got problems." She had to remember warning Killian about letting the kid read his books, no way the two of them began to claim Killian was really a three hundred years old pirate. Henry couldn't see those books.

"Yep. And you're going to fix them." He was right at this point, she was going to fix them, beginning for rescuing her son from the clutches of the woman who had dared to made her kid so unhappy that he had strange delusions and ideas.

Emma Jones, no, not just her, the whole Jones family was going to fix Henry's life.

Hi dearies! I'm so sorry for the slow update lately... I've had a couple of 24-hour shifts this week and I was really tired!

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I've been trying to be cannon, but it didn't flow well, Killian continues to interfere in everything that happens, so you should bear much anything for granted.

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