Hey, guess who updated on time this week! Anyway, this chapter is sort of a sequel to last week's. It's about what would have happened if Emma found the Shears instead of Henry.

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Shears

"I'm going to go grab some things from the shop," Killian explained, slipping on his jacket.

Emma walked over and gave him a quick kiss. "Okay. Don't forget the bear claws this time."

Killian smiled and kissed her nose. "I wouldn't dream of it. See you in 20 minutes."

Emma nodded, smiling. She watched as he walked out the front door and let out a sigh of contentment. She was so glad she finally asked Killina to move in and she was so glad he said yes.

"You okay, Mom?" Henry asked from the kitchen.

Emma turned around and walked over to Henry. She kissed his head. "Yeah. I'm fine."

Henry smiled. "Good."
Emma smiled. "I'm going to go grab that tool box from the garage. That picture is't going to hang itself."

Henry laughed. "Okay."

"Finish eating and then get ready for school, alright?"

"Got it."

Emma couldn't help but smile again. She had an amazing son.

She turned and walked out to the backyard, going straight to the wooden shed. She looked on the shelf that was along the wall. "Where is it?" She looked on the the wooden bench in the middle of the room and spotted a black, tin box.

"There it is." Emma reached and grabbed it. She opened it to make sure it was the right one and gasped at what she saw.

In a leather cover, the Shears of Destiny laid in the middle of the so called 'tool box.'

Emma reached into the box and pulled them out. I thought he got rid of them. There was only one explanation as to why they were still here, at her house, at the house her and Killian shared.

He lied.

Emma tried to shake that thought out of her head. No more secrets, right? But, then, what were they doing here?

I'll just ask him.

So she went back inside, said goodbye to Henry, and went to sit at the table. She waited for what felt like forever for Killian to get home. When she heard the door open and heavy footsteps, she suddenly felt betrayed. What if Killian did lie to her? What if he was planning to use them?

Emma slid the shears into her pocket when she heard Killian come towards the kitchen.

Killian smiled upon seeing his True Love. He held up his hooked hand, a plastic bag full of groceries resting in the crook of his hook. "I bought bear claws."

It was almost enough to make Emma smile. Almost.

Killian frowned. "What is it, love?"

Emma sighed. "I… I… oh my gosh." She reached into her pocket and pulled out the shears. "I found these in the shed," Emma said, just above a whisper. "I… I thought you got rid of them."

Killian panicked at first, but then he realized that Emma wasn't even mad - well, not yet. She was afraid. She was afraid that he lied to her and didn't trust her. Well, he did lie, but he trusted Emma with his entire body, mind, heart, and soul.

Killian set the bag down on the table and walked around to Emma's side. He pulled her chair out and knelt down in front of her. When he looked up, he didn't know what to say.

Emma stared at him, fighting the anger that was about to surface. "Did you lie to me?"

Killian sighed and looked down. "Emma…"

"Did you lie to me?" she asked a little bit louder, voice stern.

He looked up at Emma, eyes lined with silver. "I did."

Emma stood up, Killian following her. "Why?"

"I couldn't give up the one thing that could save you," Killian said, trying to stay calm.

"But you lied!" Emma threw the shears down on the table. "You lied to me!"

"Of course I did!" Killian suddenly yelled. "I was never going to get rid of those shears! They are the only thing that can save you, and I can't let you die!"

Emma jumped a little and took a step back at Killian's voice. "I don't want to use them! Were you going to use them on me? Were you even going to ask me?"

Killian sighed. "I don't know."

"Killian, I know I lied to you and I regret it everyday, but I trusted you to get rid of those things. What if the Evil Queen got them? Or Gold? What would have happen then?" Emma tried to keep her voice calm, but it wasn't working.

Killian's heart clenched at the thought of the Evil Queen or Gold using the shears on Emma, taking away her magic. The thing that made that even worse, though, was that he was planning on doing the same thing. He was going to take away Emma's magic just like someone else could have.

"I'm sorry," he whispered. "I should never have kept them." He looked up at Emma and took a step forward, but she took a step back. He stopped moving. "You know I wouldn't have done it if you didn't want me to."

"Then why did you keep them? Why did you hide them from me?" She took a step forward.

"Because I know what you would've said! You would have told me that you would beat this and that you would be fine, but you don't know that, Emma! This could be your end and I don't know what I would do if it was! I can't live without you, Swan." The last part was said as a whisper.

Emma felt one of the tears she'd been fighting slip down her cheek. "Killian…"

"No, Swan," Killian said, a tear of his own falling. "You are right. I'll go dispose of these bloody shears now." Killian snatched the shears off the table and stormed out of the house, leaving a heartbroken and confused Emma behind.

That night, Emma sat on the couch, curled up in a ball, waiting for Killian to come back home. She hadn't seen him since he walked out that morning and Henry was at Regina's this weekend, so she was alone, the exact opposite of what she wanted to be right now.

Emma had left the lights on, hoping Killian would see them and come home, but he didn't. Emma yawned as she fought off her sleep, she didn't want to sleep without Killian, but she lost.

Eventually, she fell asleep, curled up in the corner of the couch.

Killian had his hands planted against the edge of the Jolly Roger as he stared out at the sea. He had hoped that the sea would calm him, help him feel better, but it had only made him feel worse. He should be at home with Emma, who knew how long she had left?

He just shook his head and watched as the sun set, casting a brilliant light across the water. He couldn't help but shiver as the Moon came out and a cold breeze blew across him. He turned and walked down to the Captain's Quarters, ready to try to sleep his problems away. He stopped when he got in. Everything looked the same. It looked the same as when Emma had came and cleaned it a few days ago, complaining that it was full of "three thousand year old dust."

Killian smiled to himself. He turned around and climbed up the ladder. He needed to go home to Emma.

Killian stepped into the house he now called home. It was cold, which was unusual. He always turned on the heat - he always turned on the heat; but he was gone. Emma must have been freezing.

He assumed that Emma was upstairs, but when he was about to step onto the stairs, he heard quiet breathing. Killian looked over to the living room, and saw the back of Emma's head. Killian walked over and his heart clenched. She was wearing one of his shirts. Emma hand pulled her knees to her chest and the side of her head was resting against the back of the couch. She was shivering.

Killian walked over and bent down. He slipped his arm under her knees and wrapped his other arm around her back and picked her up, bridal style. He pulled her to his chest and began his walk towards the stairs.

Emma jumped awake, making Killian almost drop her. She yelped and immediately wrapped her arms around Killian's neck, keeping herself from falling.

"Sorry I woke you, love. You didn't look comfortable on that couch."

Emma looked up and she smiled. "Killian."

"I'm sorry-"

Emma pushed the back of his head down towards her and kissed him. When she pulled away, she whispered, "I missed you."

Killian smiled a little. "I missed you, too." He sighed and began to place Emma down on the ground.

"What are you doing?" Emma asked.

"Um… standing you up," he said, confused.

Emma shook her head and held on tighter to Killian's neck. "No. You woke me up and I'm tired."

Killian chuckled. "Alright. Okay." He turned and started upstairs. When he got up stairs, he put Emma carefully on the bed. "I'm going to go change."

Emma nodded and climbed into bed, facing Killian's side.

When he climbed in a couple minutes later, Emma said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have overreacted."

Killian immediately took Emma's hand. "You have nothing to apologise for, Emma. It is I who should be apologising."

"Killian…"

"I should have done what you wished. I should have gotten rid of those shears the moment you asked me to. I shouldn't have lied to you. I'm sorry."

Emma smiled softly. "It's okay." She cuddled closer to him. "I forgive you."

Killian smiled and pulled his True Love closer. "You're amazing."

Emma shrugged. "I know."

Killian chuckled and kissed the side of her head. Soon, they fell asleep, wrapped in each other's arms.

I hope you enjoyed that chapter!