I only have a few more chapters written and haven't finished a full one-shot in quite awhile because of lack of motivation/inspiration. I don't know when or if I'll have more than the few chapters I have left. I'm sorry! Cross your fingers for me! If you have any ideas for more one-shots, let me know!

This is based after the events of 6x03.

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Moving

"He's moving in?" Henry gasped. "Today?" He set his controller down, the video game forgotten.

Emma bit her lip. "Yeah. Are you okay with that?" When she had asked Killian earlier that day to move in with her, she hadn't thought about how Henry would react. He had helped Killian find this house in the first place. Surely he would be okay with it. Right?

Doubt filled Emma's mind at the shocked look on her son's face. Had he changed his mind in the past couple months? After everything with the Darkness and the Underworld, had he decided he didn't want Killian in the same house?

"Am I okay with it?" A smile appeared on his face. "Of course I'm okay with it! I was the one who found this place for the three of us!" His face flushed, his smile turning sheepish. "I mean, the two of you, you know."

Emma shook her head. "You got it right the first time. The three of us."

His shoulders relaxed. "When's he getting here?"

She glanced at the clock on the wall. "Probably in another twenty minutes or so. He said he was going to grab a few things from his ship first." The giddy feeling that had enveloped her since Killian had said yes just an hour ago grew.

Henry's eyes roamed the room. "We should clean up." He snatched his controller, saving his progress on the game and shutting it off.

Emma watched in confusion as Henry carefully set his controller in the cabinet under the TV. He straightened the small collection of video games inside it before shutting it and standing. He grabbed the blanket that was bunched up in the corner of the couch and began folding it.

"Why are you just standing there? Aren't you going to help me clean?"

She crossed her arms, an amused expression on her face. "I'm usually the one telling you to clean up. What's going on?"

Henry shrugged, setting the newly folded blanket over the back of the couch. "We don't want Hook to think we're slobs."

A short laugh escaped her. "He's not going to think that."

Henry moved to the door where a cluster of unorganized shoes sat. "Isn't he a neat freak? If he walks in here and sees a mess, it'll overwhelm him." He crouched down and found each pair of shoes before straightening them against the wall.

Emma rolled her eyes. "It isn't that messy right now, kid."

He kept his back to her. "I'm just being cautious. You can never be too clean."

She held her hands up. "If you say so, but I'm going to start on dinner. Clean to your heart's content." Concern filled her as she walked into the kitchen. Henry wasn't a messy kid, but he wasn't worried about everything being spotless either, even when other people were coming over. His sudden urge to make the house as neat as possible was strange, but she knew she shouldn't let it bug her. If Henry wanted to clean, that was one more thing she didn't have to worry about.

As she started on the spaghetti, she heard Henry rushing around behind her. At one point, he asked for the dusting supplies. That caused Emma to raise an eyebrow, but she didn't question him. When the doorbell rang and a knock sounded on the door, Emma grinned. She turned to see Henry standing frozen, staring at the front door in horror.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

Henry shook his head, blinking a few times. "N-nothing. I just…is that Killian?"

Her expression softened at his use of her pirate's first name. "I think so."

"I, uh, I gotta go upstairs real quick. I'll be right back." He sprinted up the stairs before Emma could get another word out. Her eyebrows furrowed at her son's behavior, but another knock sounded, drawing her out of her thoughts.

"Hello, love," Killian greeted as Emma opened the door.

"Hi." She opened the door wider so he could step in, kissing him quickly as he passed her. "You know, you don't need to knock anymore. You live here now."

He chuckled. "Aye. Habit, I suppose." He peered into the living room once he was inside, waiting for Emma to shut the door. "Where's your boy?"

Emma walked past him and into the kitchen. "He's upstairs. He said he had to go do something."

"Don't take this the wrong way, Swan, but it seems unusually tidy in here." His tone was playful as he sent her a teasing smile.

Emma threw him a faux annoyed look over her shoulder. "Henry went on a cleaning spree after I told him you were moving in."

His eyebrow rose as he followed her into the kitchen. "Does he usually do such things?"

She scoffed. "He's fourteen. He hates cleaning."

Killian leaned against the counter next to Emma as she stirred the spaghetti. "Is he okay with this?"

Her eyes shifted to him at the concern in his voice. "He's ecstatic about it. Remember, he helped you find this house."

"Aye, that he did."

"You know, you never told me how you two found this place."

He scratched behind his ear. "We were a little busy fighting the Darkness and Hades."

She rolled her eyes, pulling the pot of spaghetti off the stove. "I remember." After pouring the contents of the pot into a colander in the sink, she turned to Killian. "Come on." She drug out the words, pulling a smile from the pirate.

"All right, Swan." He pushed himself off the counter, grabbing the wooden spoon and stirring the sauce. Emma's heart warmed at the sight. "Well, Granny didn't have too many newspapers lying around, but Henry found as many as he could. In our spare time, we pulled them out and looked over the house listings. Henry insisted we choose something by the water. I agreed full-heartedly." He grinned up at Emma, seeing the smile on her face. "This was one of the only houses that met that qualification."

"You can take that off the stove now," she said, gesturing at the pot.

Killian nodded, carefully moving the pot onto the counter.

She crossed her arms, leaning against the counter by the sink. "Why did you decide on this one?"

"What do you mean?"

"You said this was one of the only houses that met your qualifications. What made you choose this one over the others?"

He walked up to her, placing his hand and hook on her waist. His shoulders lifted in a shrug. "I'm not quite sure. When I looked at the description for this house, it just felt…right. Henry agreed."

Emma rested her hands on Killian's chest. "I'm glad you chose this one."

"I'm happy you approve. I wasn't sure how you would react."

"Well, I assure you, when Henry told me, I was pleasantly surprised."

"What a relief," he teased. "I feel reassured."

She resisted the urge to roll her eyes and instead moved forward and to press a quick kiss to his lips. "We need to eat before the food gets cold. You wanna get Henry while I set the table?"

"Aye." As he ascended the stairs, he couldn't help the weightless feeling that overtook him. After everything he'd done, after everything he and Emma had been through, he was getting a glimpse into what he hoped the rest of his life would look like.

Killian knocked softly on Henry's closed door. "Henry, lad, it's time for dinner." After getting no response, he assumed he hadn't spoken loud enough. "Your mother has dinner ready." Another moment went by without a response. Worry prickled inside him. "Are you all right, Henry?"

A sharp intake of breath sounded from the otherside of the door. "I'm, uh, coming."

Killian frowned. Something was off. "Can I come in?"

There was a pause before Henry said, "Sure."

The pirate captain turned the knob and stepped into the bedroom. Henry sat at the edge of his bed, his back to Killian. He was slouching, his head down.

"Lad, is something wrong?" Killian hesitated just inside the room. He wanted to sit next to Henry, look at him to make sure he was unharmed, but he didn't want to intrude.

He gave a soft shake of his head. "No."

A smile almost made an appearance on Killian's face. Henry was his mother's son. "You are a dreadful liar."

He had hoped that would get a laugh out of Henry, but he only shrugged. "Sorry."

Killian's frown deepened. He closed the door and walked farther into the room. When he sat down next to Henry, he caught a glimpse of his face. He didn't seem to be physically harmed—thank goodness—but something was clearly on his mind. "What is it, Henry?"

He didn't respond. His eyes remained glued on the floor, his lips closed.

Killian decided to try to lighten the mood. Perhaps that would draw the lad from his shell. "Your mother told me you went on a cleaning spree earlier. That was quite nice of you to do that for her."

"I didn't do it for her," he mumbled.

Killian's only response was his raised eyebrow.

Henry blew out a breath. "I know how much of a neat freak you are, so I wanted to make sure everything was clean."

"Neat freak, you say? I think that may be a bit of an exaggeration." His tone was teasing, along with his smile.

Henry shrugged again.

Killian held back a sigh and looked at the wall. Whatever was on Henry's mind, it wasn't just about him being a neat freak. "You didn't need to make the house spotless for me, Henry. I think you know that. Is there a reason you felt inclined to do so?"

He exhaled slowly. "Sort of."

"Care to enlighten me?"

"Not really."

The similarities between the boy and his mother were evident. "Does it, perhaps, have anything to with me moving in?"

The silence that met Killian was all the answer he needed.

"Henry, if you have reservations about me moving in, all you have to do is tell me. This is every bit your home as it is Emma's. I never intended to make you uncomfortable."

"No, Hook. That's not it," Henry quickly assured, shifting so he was facing Killian. "It's just… I…." He bit his lip, averting his gaze. "I don't want you to leave again."

"Leave?" His eyebrow shot up. "I've never left, Henry. I would never do that to your mother. I don't plan to either."

"Forget it. Let's just go eat."

Killian grabbed Henry's arm before he could stand. "What's the matter, Henry? You can tell me."

He sighed. "I know you didn't leave because you wanted to. You sacrificed yourself for all of us, for Mom."

Images of the night Emma was forced to use Excalibur to destroy the Darkness filled Killian's mind. He flinched at the thought.

"I guess I just… I don't want Mom to lose you again. And, I guess, I don't want to lose you either." His voice was quiet, barely audible.

Killian's heart clenched. "You thought a few dusty shelves would send me away?"

Finally, a dry laugh left Henry. "I didn't really think it through."

"Henry, look at me, please."

Reluctantly, he turned his head up to meet Killian's eyes. The tenderness of his expression helped calm the anxiety inside him.

"I love your mother. Nothing could ever send me away, not even a messy house." He gave what he hoped Henry thought was a reassuring smile. "I have no intention of losing either of you again."

Henry studied the pirate. He knew he was being sincere, but he knew Killian couldn't guarantee he wouldn't be ripped away again. This was Storybrooke afterall. But the assurance, the certainty in his voice soothed Henry's worries. When he had watched Killian die, he hadn't believed what he was seeing. He'd already lost his dad, he couldn't lose Killian too. Then they had to leave him in the Underworld. The hope he held onto the entire time they were down there had left him quicker than he thought possible. He had the Heart of the Truest Believer, but at that moment he hadn't believed in anything.

"You're sure?" he whispered.

Killian nodded. "Aye."

Henry surged forward, throwing his arms around Killian. The man had been something of a father to him ever since he found Emma and him in New York. Without him, his mother wouldn't be truly happy and neither would Henry.

"Boys, the food's getting c—"

Henry's and Killian's heads snapped up at the sound of Emma's voice. She stood in the doorway, a look of surprise on her face that softened almost immediately.

"Is everything all right?" she questioned.

Killian looked at Henry for confirmation.

"Yeah," he said, smiling. "Everything is perfect."

"So," Emma said, collapsing on the couch next to Killian and turning into his side as he wrapped his arm around her, "you gonna tell me what happened with Henry earlier?"

Killian set his head atop of Emma's. The boy had gone to bed an hour prior after Emma had forced him to pause the movie they were watching. Henry argued he didn't have to go to bed yet, but Emma had eventually won, as she usually did. "He told me why he went on a cleaning spree."

"Yeah?"

"Aye. He said he didn't want me to leave, that he didn't want you or him to lose me again."

Emma pushed herself up, meeting Killian's eyes. "Why did he think you were going to leave?"

Killian shrugged. "I'm not quite sure, love. He explained he knew I didn't leave willingly last time, that I…sacrificed myself." He took a deep breath. Remembering his time as the Dark One was not something he made a habit of, especially the moment Emma had to kill him. He knew he would never have been able to do it if their places were reversed. The amount of strength Emma had still boggled him. How someone could be so strong was beyond him.

Her expression softened. "He doesn't want to lose you."

Killian nodded.

"He's not the only one."

Killian brushed an errant lock of hair behind Emma's ear. "I have no intention of going anywhere, Emma. You and your boy have nothing to worry about."

A gentle smile settled on her lips. "I know." She burrowed into his side again, setting her head on his shoulder.

Killian slid his arm around her, pulling her closer. They sat in comfortable silence as they watched the flames in the fireplace dance. He wanted nothing more than to stay like that for the rest of their lives—together and happy.

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