"But Mom!"

"Henry. We need to act like everything is normal. Which means school." Emma argued.

"But I want to help."

"Kid. Listen to me." Emma put her hand on his shoulder. "Someone wants us back in Storybrooke, someone dangerous, they found us, and drugged me. If they have any idea that we think something's wrong. They may not ask nicely for a romantic getaway. They will find a way to get us there. If we act like things are normal, we have more time to figure out how to save everyone. Okay?"

"Okay. But promise I can help?"

"I promise. After school though." Henry nodded. Still looking unhappy as he grabbed his bag.

"See you later. Love you."

"Love you too." Henry sighed.

"He'll get over it love," Killian said softly.

"He's worried about Regina." She said quietly. "If only we could get in touch with them."

"Actually… there might be a way." Killian said thoughtfully.

"Really?" She asked, spinning around.

"Yeah, I need to get to my ship." Emma nodded, grabbing her coat.

"Let's go."

"I can't believe you managed to fit the Jolly Roger in New York."

Killian shrugged. "It's camouflaged, everyone will see a small sailing boat rather than a…"

"A big ass ship?" Emma giggled. They had tried not to look like a couple walking around, just in case Jack was watching them. Kilian had his hand attachment in place of his hook and they kept a reasonable amount of distance between them.

"I was thinking…" Emma said quietly. "Maybe we should leave the apartment. Now Jack knows where I live."

"Go where? We still need him." Killian said gently. He knew that last night had been a terrible experience for her, and knew he had to be careful broaching this subject.

"I know. I just." She sighed "I don't like him being close to Henry. I am still going to see him every day. I would feel better if he decided to come by unannounced we wouldn't be there."

"We could stay on the ship?" Killian suggested. You arrange to see him on the marina, we can keep an eye out from the bow?"

"Yeah?" Emma asked looking over. "I'd love that."

"Then that is what we will do." He promised. Wanting nothing more than to take her hand.

Emma laughed when she saw the boat that was the Jolly Roger, it was tiny.

"Do you know it's bad form to laugh at the size of the man's ship?" Killian growled, however, there was no anger to his words.

"Sorry." Emma giggled. "It's just… I know how impressive it is.." She said as she clambered on board, seeing the Jolly Roger appear in front of her eyes. "Oh, I've missed you." She breathed, running a hand up the wooden railing. It hadn't changed a bit in the time she had been in New York.

"She missed you too." Killian grinned. "She got here so quickly when we were running from the curse."

"Oh really?" She laughed. "So... No one can see us?" She looked out on the pier.

"No."

"Good." She turned and kissed him softly. "Right. What's your idea?" Killian led her to his cabin.

"You… You redecorated." She noted. The colours had changed, now a deep green colour, the books were still there. However, the bed had changed, now much simpler in design, and all of his treasures were gone.

Killian blushed. "I did." He admitted. "Snow…. Your mother did."

"Really? Why?"

"Because apparently, I was going full 'brooding pirate' on her. And she thought if she redecorated the room wouldn't remind me of you." He admitted. "Jokes on her, I chose green because…"

"My eyes." Emma realised.

"David noticed. Snow probably did too. Neither of them mentioned it. Although your father's face when I said I wanted to change the bed. He probably thought I had defiled you there."

Emma laughed. "I hope you didn't say you wanted to change the main deck." Killian laughed.

"I may have made a small joke, old habits die hard." He smirked before his face softening. "I changed the bed for two reasons, one… I brought that bed when I used it. A lot." He blushed. "I didn't want that reminder when my heart was hurting…"

"And the second reason?" she asked softly.

"I… I could still smell you. On the sheets, from when we laid together on the way back from Neverland." Emma swallowed.

"I know, it had been a long time. I even changed the sheets. But every time I laid there. All I could think was you, lying on my chest, it was the first time I had shared a bed with a lass, and not done anything sexual with them."

"Even Milah?" Killian sadly smiled

"Milah and I had a very…. Sexual relationship." He admitted. "I loved her. I always got the feeling she loved being with a pirate, more than me."He frowned. "She wanted a 'real man' And I was brave. Nothing like her husband."

"You are brave. But you are also loving, and kind." She said softly.

"I wasn't back then, I was an arrogant bastard."

"I'm paying you a compliment." Emma laughed. "Just take it." She kissed him softly. "Just so you know." She said softly. "I love your body. I love having sex with you, even though we have only done it twice." She quirked her lips up. "I also, Love you. Your brain, and your heart." She placed a hand on his chest.

"Aye, and I, you." He murmured.

"What happened to all the treasure?" She asked.

"I sold it all. We were trying to find our way back to you." He shrugged. Like it wasn't a big deal.

"Killian." Emma breathed. How could she have ever doubted his love for her? He has been in love with her for a year, he put his whole life on hold, sold most of his treasure just to get back to her.

Killian blushed and looked away. "We… We should.." He walked towards his sea-chest, pulling out a necklace. "We were given this by a mermaid. She has the matching one, she said that if we needed her we can call her on this." He held the seashell out. Emma slowly nodded.

"Will it work? In a land without magic?"

"It's worth a shot." Killian shrugged. Clearing his throat.

"Ariel? It's Killian. I don't know if you can hear me. But we have a problem. I need you to portal to Storybrooke, Maine. Keep hidden and check it out. Please. Snow, David, and Regina are in trouble." He repeated it a few times.

"I guess we wait?"

"We wait"

Emma picked Henry up from school, not wanting him to go back to the apartment. Thankfully, Henry was extremely excited about staying on a pirate ship, and even asked Killian if they could practice sword fighting. David had taught him a little, but apparently, he thought with honor, and Henry would like to learn some dirty fighting techniques.

Emma smiled, happy that Henry was making an effort with Killian, it must be difficult, his memories had returned, and the rest of the family was cursed.

"Mom, I did some research in Study Hall," Henry said, eating his grilled cheese sandwich on the main deck, his brow slick with sweat from the drills that Killian had put him through.

"There's someone in New York, called The Dragon. He knows about magic."

"Really?" Emma frowned. "How did you find that out?"

Henry shrugged "Internet. It doesn't say where he is, but I was thinking."

"I could use my contacts to find him?" Emma nodded.

"Swan. He's just got to the restaurant" Killian called from the bow, a spyglass in hand. Emma nodded.

"I won't be long." She kissed Henry on the forehead, before kissing Killian.

"You'll be watching?"

"Aye love. You know what to do." She nodded.

Killian watched her walk up the marina with a frown on her face.

"She'll be alright," Henry said helpfully. "She has gone on a lot of dates with creeps…." His eyes widened. "For work." He added quickly.

Killian rolled his eyes. "Thanks for that, mate." He saw her hug him, sitting down. Taking a sip from the drink in front of her.

"Henry? Any idea why the love potion doesn't seem as potent? True love is the rarest magic, but it doesn't even seem to be touching her now."

Henry shrugged. "Maybe because she's the saviour? She has magic, even in this realm. Mom would know." He said softly.

"We'll get there. I promise." Killian saw the look on his face, he missed Regina.

"Killian?"

"Yeah?"

"What… what if my mom had cursed them? Without me, she might have gone back to the darkness. Or what if dad cursed them?"

Killian froze, he'd forgotten all about Neal, his threats.

"Your mother was with us, she wanted to get back to you," Killian said slowly. "But she wanted to do it the right way. As for your father.… I don't know." He said slowly. "It might be a possibility. He wanted to get back to you. He wanted to be with you again."

"So he could of? To get back to me? But that means Jacks working for him?"

"It's a theory." Killian felt uneasy. "Let's keep that in mind shall we? There are others that may have done it."

Henry nodded sadly. "I'm going to go do my homework."

"Okay lad. I'll be up here if you need me."

Emma felt the love potion pull her mind, it had gotten easier now, one thought of Killian, and the potion left as quick as it came.

"So, Storybrooke tomorrow?" Jack asked hopefully.

"Sorry love. I've gotten a new client. I'm going to be working rather manic over the next few weeks. Maybe after this client? We could take Henry with us."

Jack's face lit up. "You'll bring Henry with us? What changed your mind?"

"Well, after last night, it seems the next step," Emma said easily. Jack grinned wildly.

"I can't wait to meet him."

"So, tell me about Storybrooke?" Emma leaned on her hands. Jack's smile faltered.

"Oh, well. It's a little town, quiet, old fashioned." Jack stuttered.

"How did you find such a place? Born and raised in the big city."

"My… my dad, used to take us there every year.

Lie.

"That's so cute! I bet a lot has changed since you last went then?"

"I guess." He said slowly.

Lie.

Emma tried to continue her questioning throughout the meal, but Jack kept to his story.

"Can I see you tomorrow?"

"I'm working late, I can see you at the weekend?"

"Oh… right." Jack frowned. "Here. I got you a present." He pushed a bottle of wine over.

"Wow. That must have cost you." She said softly. She looked at the cap, the seal was broken.

"I might go have some tonight."

Jack smiled widely. "Great. If you run out let me know."

So you can drug me some more? Emma thought, plastering a smile on her face.

Jack paid like he always did.

"I can walk you home?"

"No, I told Henry I would grab him pizza on the way back." She nodded to the pizzeria next door. "Speak to you soon."

He kissed her cheek.

"See you soon."

Emma watched him walk away, waiting until he was lost in the crowds before walking back to the Jolly Roger, throwing the bottle of wine in the trash can as she walked past.

She needed to work out who cast this curse,

And she was willing to play the long game to find out.