"Prestidigitorium!"

By: TutorGirlml

After the premiere episode, I'm both excited and anxious for what may be coming for Emma and those who love her most. I can't help wanting to write a bit of sweet fluff for them, in the midst of all the angst that I'm now sure is on the way. I loved that little Emma in the flashback was seeing "The Sword in the Stone", and the title of this is from the song Merlin sings while showing Wart how to pack magically in that movie.

Sometime in what I hope is the near future, after Emma has defeated the Darkness…

The little yellow cottage by the water seems lit from within on this chilly autumn evening as night begins to fall over Storybrooke, Maine. Though it hasn't been home for long, Emma Swan's first place of her own – that isn't a tiny apartment in some huge, bustling city – is already exactly the cozy sanctuary she envisioned. It hasn't been more than a couple of weeks since she moved her things in, settled into the space, and she is only now starting to feel that she really will be alright. She will be able to stay here in this little town, and she won't have to fear hurting the ones she loves, because the darkness is finally, completely gone from inside her.

Most of that credit goes to her two True Loves seated right in front of her, part of the gathering in her little home tonight. Her sexy and sweetly devoted pirate, and her precious son who never stopped believing in her, are the ones who kept her fighting even when her battle against the Dark One curse began to feel hopeless – when she might have otherwise lay down in defeat and been subsumed by the horrific and overwhelming power that had coursed through her veins, aching to take her over.

Tonight is not about that though, even if she cannot help ruffling Henry's hair with such an overflow of affection that it makes momentary tears well in her eyes as she pauses by the back of the sofa where he sits with little Roland Hood, waiting for everyone else to settle in with them to begin movie night. Killian is sitting quietly on Roland's other side, clearly trying to appear extra calm and still, Emma can tell, because of the little boy in their care. Finally feeling like herself again, Emma had offered to babysit so Roland could join their little party and Regina and Robin could have a much-needed night alone to truly reconnect, talk, and heal. It made her feel even more accepted and restored to normal when Regina didn't hesitate to accept her offer at all. Still, Roland hasn't spent much time with any of them except Henry, and Emma finds it insanely adorable how hard her former pirate boyfriend is trying not to spook the child, to the point of keeping his hook shielded from view at his other side. As if sensing her thought, Killian tilts his head up against the back of the couch to look at her hovering over his shoulder.

"You're thinking quite loudly, Swan," he quips playfully, though she sees the unasked question in his eyes behind the jest. After all they have been through recently, he is especially attuned not to let her thoughts veer back toward guilt and fear over where she has been or what she has done, not if he can help it.

Emma bends down to kiss his forehead affectionately, happy to bestow any bit of encouragement or sweetness on him after the lengths he has gone to in order to bring her back and what he endured when she was not fully herself. She doesn't want to dwell on those memories now, and so she keeps the kiss brief and innocent, standing again swiftly and shaking her head clear of the heavier thoughts. Tonight is meant to be happy – a celebration – and she intends to keep it so.

"How's the popcorn coming in there?" she calls toward the kitchen where her dad is trying to work the microwave and prepare their snack, while keeping her little brother occupied as well.

"Yes, Dave, need a hand?" Killian quips, the old joke of his only having one to spare familiar and accepted between them.

"Everyone just needs to hold their horses a minute!" David admonishes, no real scold in his eyes though as he strides into the room, one arm holding little Neal balanced on his hip, while carrying two huge bowls of mouth-wateringly scented buttered popcorn, one in each hand. "I've got it under control."

Henry jumps up quickly to take one of the bowls from his grandpa and allow the man a free hand. David settles into the recliner with his young son, digging into the popcorn for his own handful and his eyes widening in pleased delight. "Wow! This is incredible!"

Henry laughs aloud, and Emma shoots her father a knowing look from around the people sitting between them. "See? Didn't I tell you so?" She nods with playful knowing. "You can't have a great movie night without buttered popcorn."

"One point to the modern world," David acknowledges with a conciliatory nod.

Killian reaches over to the bowl, putting his own handful of the hot, salty treat in his mouth. His eyes widen comically as well, and he nods vigorously in agreement. "Oh, aye, this is something the Enchanted Forest should truly be sorry they are lacking!"

Everybody crams into the cozy, but admittedly small, living room of Emma's waterfront cottage as Henry pushes play on the DVD player and the movie begins. He's been going through the Disney classics with little Roland, who is still wide-eyed and amazed by so much in the modern world, but clearly adores both the real world magic of animation and a catchy song as much as any other child. The selection for tonight is The Sword in the Stone, and though both Killian and her father had started to protest, afraid their recent adventures and trials – and how different Arthur, Merlin, and Camelot itself had proven to be from the legend they had known – might be upsetting or painful for Emma and all of them, Emma herself had urged them to let the boys pick. She could see the appeal in comparing the made-up story to a place you had just been able to experience for yourself.

What she didn't say aloud was that the real ache in her chest came not from remembering Arthur's machinations and veiled treachery or the danger they had all faced, but from the memories of this movie being the first one she had ever seen in a theater, how she'd had to sit all alone with no one to buy her snacks, laugh along with her, or be sure she was enjoying herself. She remembered all too well having to walk past the popcorn in the theater lobby with no money of her own, and the way she had so easily filched a candy bar from that other theatergoer without thinking twice. Perhaps the dark had always been in there with her light, long before she could have possibly understood.

As the cartoon reaches the spot in the story where Wart has wondered into Merlin's cottage and Merlin is magically packing his entire home into a single bag with his "Higitus Figitus" song, Emma can't help curling in a little closer to Killian from where she has already wedged herself onto the couch between him and the arm of the chair, leaning her head sadly on his shoulder.

"Alright there, Lass?" he whispers, breath warm and soft on her forehead so as not to disturb their younger viewers.

"Fine," she answers shortly, knowing she'll tell him later about how that scene had only served to remind her of all the times she had been packed back up from a foster home and sent away again. For now she only wants to snuggle up to his warmth and be glad he is still here with her, despite what she had almost become.

However, when she gets up later to check on popcorn and drink refills, she simply has to bring the two boys candy bars when she returns, and somehow with their smiles and excited thanks, and the arm of her pirate wrapped around her once again, the void from so many years ago is finally closed.