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Fight

"Where in the world did you go last night?" Emma demanded, glaring at her son and husband, who had just walked through the front door. "You've been gone for over an hour and neither of you answered your phones."

Emma had woken up around three in the morning to find Killian's side of the bed empty. Anxious, she had gotten up right away to find he wasn't in the bathroom. When she had passed Henry's room on her way downstairs, she'd seen his door open and bed empty. Her anxiety only grew when neither of them answered her many phone calls. With Regina out of town with Zelena and her parents thirty minutes out of town on their farm that had no service after sunset, she'd nearly gone insane. Right when she'd decided to go get a locator potion from Regina's vault, the two had walked through the door, talking quietly.

She'd embraced them at first, nearly breaking down with relief. When she'd asked what had happened, neither of them would look her in the eyes. That was when she knew something was up that had nothing to do with a new villain in town.

"Well?" She crossed her arms and raised her eyebrows. She was half tempted to just let this conversation wait for another few hours. It was almost four and she just wanted to sleep knowing her family was safe. Her foot tapped impatiently.

Henry and Killian exchanged nervous glances before Killian cleared his throat. "I just took the lad sailing."

If her eyebrows could go up any farther, they would have. "Sailing? At three in the morning?" She scoffed. "Where did you really go?"

Henry stared at his shoes and picked at the sleeve of his jacket. "It's not a lie."

Her superpower told her as much, but they were definitely hiding something. "If you were just sailing, why didn't you wait until tomorrow or wake me up? I've been worried sick." What had gotten into them? Killian knew never to go anywhere without either telling her or keeping his phone on. This town was too unpredictable. And Henry, well, Emma had hoped he had skipped his "rebellious teenage" stage, but apparently he hadn't.

"It was nothing, really, love," Killian said, stepping forward and holding his hand to touch her arm. "I'm sorry we worried you."

Emma shook his hand off and dropped her hands to her hips. "Will you just tell me the truth already? The full truth. I'm so tired."

He bit his lip. "I know, and I'm sorry. I know you've had an awfully long day, what with the dwarves nearly burning down Granny's and—"

"Henry, what were you really doing?" She looked past her husband and to her son, who was fidgeting nervously. He cringed when Emma addressed him.

"Sailing, like he told you."

She sighed and rubbed her head. "You suck at lying, kid. Just tell me the truth."

Henry sent Killian a pleading look. He resumed his place next to the lad. "Emma, Henry just needed a little assistance impressing Lady Violet—"

Emma's eyes blew wide. "You went on a date?"

Henry shrunk back slightly, moving closer to his stepfather's side.

"At three in the morning?" Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing. Her gaze whipped to Killian. "And you helped him?"

His smile was nervous. "It was just stargazing. The stars are lovely this time of nig—"

Emma held her hand up. "Let me get this straight. You two"—she pointed at them—"took Violet out at 3AM to stargaze and you didn't think to tell me? Did you even tell her father?"

"Sir Morgan was completely okay with it," Henry assured. "He said he respects the science of astronomy or something."

"I don't care if he respects it. Why didn't you tell me?"

Killian scratched behind his ear. "We didn't think you'd approve."

"Of course I wouldn't! It's Tuesday! Henry has school tomorrow, we both have an early shift in the morning, I have to deal with all seven dwarves, a ticked off Granny, and a pile of paperwork about property damage when we get to work tomorrow—or today. Plus, there's rumors of another villain. Why on Earth would you think this was a good idea?"

Both of them averted their eyes, neither answering.

Emma simmered. "Henry, go to bed. We'll talk about this later."

"But—" Any words he was going to say fell flat when he saw the look on his mother's face. He muttered a goodnight and rushed up the stairs, sending an anxious look at Killian before disappearing.

When he was gone, Emma exhaled sharply and ran a hand through her hair, frustrated.

Killian took a tentative step forward, his hand and hook held in front of him in a peaceful gesture. "Swan, I'm sor—"

"What's wrong with you?" she snapped, her eyes meeting his. "You could have been dead and I wouldn't have known. You didn't answer any of my calls or texts, you didn't even tell me you were going anywhere! Why would you do that?"

Killian halted his movements. "Henry was worried Lady Violet was growing distant, so he came to me for help. He had this idea. He was so worried, Emma, I couldn't let him down. Today was their anniversary."

"But why didn't you tell me?" Her voice was a quiet shout, trying to at least be considerate of Henry getting ready for bed.

"He was embarrassed. He didn't want you to know."

"I'm his mother, Killian! You can't just take him out in the middle of the night and not tell me. You're not his father!"

His breathing froze. After a short moment of shock, his expression clouded with a mix of hurt and rage. "I did what I thought was right for Henry. He wanted help, so I helped him."

Her eyes flashed. "How could you possibly think this was what was right for Henry?"

"Maybe if you spent more time with him, you would have noticed his constant nerves," he threw back. "For weeks, he's been worried about his courtship with Violet. Have you not noticed him spending more and more time in his room?"

"Of course I have. He's my son."

"And he's my son, too, no matter what you wish. Perhaps you should stop thinking about the town and spend some more time thinking about him. He needs a mother, not a woman who's never around."

Tears stung in her eyes. "You know the past few weeks have been crazy. It's been one thing after another—"

"Yet I still find time to be here when he's home from school. To make sure he has dinner and help with his homework."

"Don't you think I want to do that? But since you can't do half the things I can, I have to deal with half the problems in this town by myself! So don't you dare tell me I don't spend enough time with him. I spend as much time with him as I can."

Killian scoffed and rubbed his hand down his face. "Your family is what's important, Emma!"

"The rest of this town has a family, too!" She took a steadying breath, wiping the few stray tears on her cheeks away. She opened her mouth to say something else, but thought better of it. If he was going to insist on being difficult, she didn't want to deal with it. Without another word, she spun on her heel and stormed upstairs, slamming their bedroom door when she reached it.

He couldn't be serious. Taking Henry out at such an early hour was ridiculous and irresponsible. He should have at least told her.

She pushed herself off the door and crawled into bed, pulling the blanket right to her chin and facing the edge of the bed, her back to Killian's side. Today had been one of the most exhausting days she'd had in awhile. Tomorrow was bound to be worse. She just wanted to sleep, preferably with Killian at her side, but he hadn't come in yet.

She tried not to let her paranoia get the best of her. Last time they fought like this, Killian had gotten stuck in another realm. She hadn't known when she would see him again. If something like that happened again—

No. That wouldn't happen.

Trying to ignore her anger and annoyance that were slowly diminishing, being replaced with guilt and anxiety, she closed her eyes.

Killian stared at the spot Emma had stood moments before, blood boiling with anger and hurt. He knew he wasn't Henry's father, but he was the closest thing he had to one, so he would always be there for him. Whenever Killian brought up to Emma that he didn't know if he was a suitable father figure for the lad, Emma had always assured him she wouldn't want anyone in his place. Hearing her tell him he wasn't Henry's father, that he was her son, not his, made him want to scream.

However, he knew Emma hadn't meant it. She was angry, and rightly so. He shouldn't have left without warning her. He knew that if their places were reversed, he would have reacted the same way.

His own words rang in his mind. Why had he said those things? Emma spent plenty of time with Henry, plenty of time with their family. The past few weeks had been chaotic, as she had said. The dwarves had taken this rumor of a new villain seriously and attacked anything that seemed even a little suspicious. They'd used fairy dust in their attempts to defend the town, causing magical problems only Emma could solve.

Henry was safe with him, though. Killian would protect the boy with his life. Emma's distrust in him made his irritation grow. He'd proven time and again that he was capable of taking care of Henry. Frankly, Henry had proven time and again that he was capable of taking care of himself.

But he knew that wasn't what this was about. Emma had been worried, extremely worried. When she learned that all that worry could have been avoided, her position had changed quickly. Killian's heart clenched as he pictured his wife sitting at the kitchen table, anxiously waiting for him and Henry to return.

Suddenly, all Killian felt was fear. He'd messed up. If he just ruined the best thing to ever happen to him, he didn't know what he would do. He couldn't lose Emma. Last time they'd had an argument that was anywhere near this big, Gideon had trapped him in another realm.

He wanted nothing more than to run up those stairs and hold Emma in his arms, but he doubted he was welcome. He would need to find a way to apologise for his behavior. His first thought was to sleep on the Jolly Roger. That would give Emma enough space and time to talk to Henry in the morning by herself, but he hated the thought of being so far away from his family. His second idea was to sleep in the guest room, but he knew Emma wouldn't be pleased if she had to add laundry to her ever growing list of tasks.

Oh, how he hated when they argued. It didn't happen very often, usually only being about what to eat for dinner, something Emma was unnecessarily indecisive about, except when it came to Granny's. He couldn't think of one time in their marriage where either had gone to bed angry at the other. He didn't want to start now.

He moved up the stairs, both hoping Emma was awake and asleep. Their door was closed when he reached the second floor. Opening it quietly, he could barely make out Emma's figure curled up in bed. As he walked farther into the room, he noticed her back to his side. Quietly, he prepared himself for bed, brushing his teeth and changing into his pajamas. When he climbed into bed, he hesitated.

Would she be angry if she woke up with him here? Surely not. She would have told him if she would, right? Afterall, this was his home too.

He laid on his side, facing Emma, who breathed slowly. He wanted to wrap her in his arms and whisper his apologies until she forgave him, but he wouldn't wake her up and wouldn't force his company on her.

Soon, he collapsed onto his back and stared at the ceiling. His mind didn't appear to want to sleep. He was about to get up to take a short walk when Emma shifted, rolling into Killian's side. Her arm thrown over his stomach, she rested her head on his chest, snuggling impossibly close and sighing contently.

For a moment, he froze. Perhaps she was awake—

Her breaths were too low for that to be true.

His heart swelled. Though asleep and upset with him, she still sought him out for comfort. Happily obliging, he wrapped his arm around her and rested his hand atop of hers. Within minutes, he was sleeping soundly.

Emma woke up to Killian gently tracing his finger on her palm. Despite not having to wake up at the crack of dawn anymore, he still woke earlier than her. There had been a few times she'd woken before him, times she cherished. Even in his sleep, he held her close.

"Morning, beautiful," he murmured into her hair, kissing her head. His voice was laced with sleep, letting her know he'd only been awake for a short time.

"Morning." She slid her hand up to his cheek and swiped her thumb across it before turning her head so she could see him. She'd woken several times that night, wanting to apologise to him, but she didn't want to wake him up. Now seemed like as good a time as any. "I'm sorry, Killian. I shouldn't have blown up at you. I should not have said the things I said. I know you do what you think is best for Henry. You are a great father to him. No matter what his birth certificate says, you're still his father in a way Neal never was or could have been even if he was still here. I'm so sorry."

Killian was silent for a moment. When he spoke, he entwined their fingers, resting them over his heart. "It is I who should be apologising, Emma. I should have told you what we were doing. You are his mother. You deserve to know if he's safe or not. I am sorry for the things I said. I know you've been terribly busy at the station dealing with everything. Henry knows that. He knows as soon as everything settles down, things will go back to normal. How you handle everything in this crazy town and still manage to get home to say goodnight to Henry every night is beyond my understanding. You are bloody amazing and I shouldn't have ever tried to make you feel otherwise."

Emma pushed herself up so she was on her forearm, able to see Killian's face easier. "I trust you, Killian. It's just…I didn't expect to wake up in the middle of the night to find you guys gone. I had such a long day yesterday. My temper was running short. I took it out on you. I shouldn't have." Tears pricked her eyes. "I'm sorry."

Killian reached his hand up, wiping the tears away. "You had every right to be angry with me. Everything is already forgiven and forgotten."

"I love you." She laid back down, placing her hand on her chest. "You're forgiven, too, but next time Henry wants to take Violet stargazing, do it on a weekend and tell me before you go. I might even come with you."

He chuckled softly. "I promise I will, love."

"Good." Just as she closed her eyes to go back asleep, her alarm clock sounded, drawing a groan from Emma. "No." She waved her hand, silencing the device and cuddling closer to Killian.

Another laugh escaped him. "I'm sorry to say this, Swan, but the town is waiting. Namely, Leroy."

"I'm going to strangle that dwarf," she grumbled, but sat up anyway.

He kissed her temple. "We can do it together."

She snorted and stood, going to her dresser. "I still need to talk to Henry."

"Aye. Why don't you go wake him and do that while I make breakfast?"

Emma sent him a smile. "Thank you."

On her way out of the room, she kissed his cheek.

Henry was dead asleep, his alarm blaring, when Emma entered his room. This is why the kid still had a bedtime. At sixteen, he still couldn't stay up past ten without being a zombie when he woke up.

She turned off his alarm and sat on the edge of his bed, gently shaking his shoulder. "Wake up, kid. You gotta go to school."

Henry turned his face into his pillow. "Five more minutes."

"Not a chance. If you didn't sneak out last night, you wouldn't be so tired. This is all your fault." She stood. "Come on. Get up."

He groaned, but seemed to realize it was a lost cause to argue anymore. His eyes were full of sleep when they met Emma's. "Look, Mom, I'm sorry—"

"I know. I know." She resumed her seat next to him as he sat up and slouched. "It's okay. Well, it's not, but I know you're sorry." She sighed. "Henry, why didn't you tell me you and Violet were having problems?"

He looked at his hands. "They're not problems."

"Henry."

"Okay, fine. She's been a little distant, like she was when she first started school here."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. You've been worrying about this new villain, I didn't want to add to it."

Emma grabbed his hand. "Henry, I always have time for you. I worry about you more than I worry about anyone. High school sucks and I know living in Storybrooke and being the Author doesn't necessarily make it any easier."

A teasing smile appeared on his face. "You worry about me more than Killian?"

She rolled her eyes. "He's a million years old, he can handle himself."

"So can I!"

"I know, but that doesn't mean I can't worry about you. You've gone through so much in the past six years, stuff I never wanted you to go through." She squeezed his hand. "You're my kid. Being a mom comes with constant worry."

"Well, that sucks."

A laugh escaped her. "Not all the time." She stood. "Now get dressed, Killian's making breakfast."

He groaned again. "I don't want boiled mackerel."

"Don't worry. I told him to never make it again." She shuddered at the reminder of their first breakfast together after the Final Battle. Killian knew how to cook, but no one could make his favorite meal taste good.

When she got downstairs and saw the Poptarts, something she knew he hated, but he knew she loved, she grinned.

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