Recap

Killian Jones has decided that his best chance at revenge is to take the risk and be cursed with most of the people from the Enchanted Forest. He forgets everything about himself, his past and his revenge for Milah... but not completely. Now he lives on repeat as the town's local librarian in a library that no one goes to beside the Mayor's adopted son, Henry Mills. In the beginning, he's just like any of the other cursed residents, oblivious, but for some reason that starts changing as soon as Henry started coming to the library, he notices things.

On one particular day, Henry doesn't visit the library and instead local town sheriff Graham does instead with dire news. Henry's missing.

Henry returns, but not only. To the town, he brings one Emma Swan hoping that she will break the Evil Queen Regina's curse. And this is where Killian Jones and Emma Swan first meet.

From here the two seem drawn to each other for unknown reasons.

And here the story continues.

Hello darkness my old friend...

Yeah, it's been a long time and no reason could make up for it. One school was rough and two well... involves an author on this site that was none too kind to me. Which was a real hit because I always loved their work and to just have them completely degrade me wasn't nice. Especially since it involved this story which was why I was uninspired for it for a long time. But while I don't promise for regular updates since I am in my last year of high school and it's intense but I only have 6 months of it left and then I have the rest of my life to pour my life and soul into this story's universe which is huge in my planning.

So I am prepared for suggestions and for questions about the story, which I will either post in the next update for through pm.

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Emma wanted to say that she wasn't planning on staying. She wasn't and it didn't matter how hard it was getting to stop looking at Henry. To stop looking at him and not want to be there for him. But the way Killian looked at her said that he knew something she didn't. And maybe he did. And maybe he didn't even realize that he did know something she didn't.

When Killian walked away, Figaro trailing not too far behind, there was that awkwardness that filled the air between the two. Although Emma felt it was mostly one sided.

"I was hoping that when I brought you back, things would change," Henry mumbled, more to himself it seemed, than to Emma. "That the final battle would begin."

Emma shook her head and sighed. This kid was expecting so much from her, how could she ever possibly live up to his expectations if she stayed? "I'm not fighting any battles, kid."

Killian went back to his car, absently rubbing his left wrist as he felt an increasing itch grow. Normally he hardly even noticed the prosthetic hand anymore but lately he had been feeling it a lot more. It had started to throb last night, which was strange. But Killian shook his head, it was probably just phantom limb kicking in again but this was just different and he couldn't understand why. He took a quick glance back to Henry and Emma. Maybe Emma would be the one to finally break Henry out of this fantasy, Killian thought. However, maybe that wasn't what Henry needed right now. He already faced that with Regina and her therapy sessions that she was sending him to. Killian only prayed that Emma wouldn't outright shut Henry down on the idea, but the kid was somewhat stubborn on the idea so maybe he didn't need to worry as much as he was.

"Yes, you are," Henry argued back. Emma almost snorted, the kid was stubborn. She could only blame herself and maybe Neal in that department. "Because it's your destiny."

Emma paused, she didn't know how to deal with this. What was she supposed to say? Did normal par- she stopped herself. She wasn't his parent. She never will be. But when she looked at Henry, she didn't have the heart to hurt his feelings. On the other hand, this fantasy of his couldn't be healthy. She somewhat empathised with Regina on that front. She may not like the woman. Gods she could barely stand her but she could only imagine what it was like having your child think you were the Evil Queen all the time.

"You know you're going to bring back the happy endings," Henry said, he was so confident. How could she ruin it for him?

"Can you cut it with the book crap?" Emma said firmly. She hadn't meant for it to come out harsh. It was unknown territory for her. She usually just dealt with sleazy bastards not kids. But she didn't want to sound like Regina either, the kid probably gets enough of that crap at home. The last thing she wanted was to hurt him, although her leaving is probably going to hurt him more.

"You don't have to be hostile," Henry said, and Emma was relieved that he didn't sound hurt by her words. "I know you like me- I can tell. You're just pushing me away because I make you feel guilty. I know why you gave me away. You wanted to give me my best chance."

Emma didn't know what to say for a moment. Her heart squeezed in her chest because… because it was true. She hadn't even had the stomach to look at him when they took him away and the guilt of leaving him in a system as she had been gnawed at her every day. How could he- how could he be so insightful? He was only ten, yet he understood what people most failed to.

"How do you know that?" Emma asked him curiously.

"Because it's the same reason Snow White gave you away," Henry said.

Emma's first instinct was to tell Henry to stop it with the book thing… again but she remembered what Mary Margret had said today. Henry was obviously troubled now, he was in a world that didn't make sense to him. Whether that was because of Regina well… that thought made Emma want to stay. But the fantasy helped him deal with real life emotions, it was his coping mechanism. And Emma wished she had that fantasy when she was in the foster system. It would have made it easier when she asked herself why her parents had abandoned her and she could say that it was for her best chance. But this kid- Henry, had such high expectations of her. He already believed in her and that was too much to deal with at the moment for Emma. Especially when she didn't believe in herself.

"Listen to me kid," Emma sighed, trying to steady herself out for her- for Henry, "I'm not in any book. I'm a real person and I'm no saviour." Emma paused because dammit this was tough. It was tough because she was the most vulnerable since Neal.

"You were right about one thing though. I wanted you to have your best chance. But it's not with me," She felt herself choke at the last words. Emma began to walk, letting her body beeline to her car, knowing that Henry would follow.

"Please don't take me back there," Henry pleaded and it was hard for Emma to not just let her heart make the decision for once. "Just stay with me for one week. That's all I ask. One week, and you'll see I'm not crazy."

Henry, don't make this any harder than it should be. Emma shook her head, "I have to get you back to your mom."

"You don't know what it's like with her!" Henry yelled at her, it didn't sound right coming from him, "My life sucks!"

My life sucks!

Those words rattled. Emma turned to Henry, a wave of the orphan girl surged through. Because he didn't understand just how lucky he was. He was adopted. He had family who loved him. She never had that. At least she had given him to the foster system, not left him lying on the side of road with the possibility that someone might stumble across him. How could her parents do that to her? Henry was wrong on that account; her parents never gave her the best chance. No, he didn't know what sucking truly was and she was glad that he never did.

"Oh you want to know what sucking is? Being left abandoned on the side of a freeway," Emma felt her voice strain at the words, "My parents didn't even bother to drop me off at a hospital. I ended up in the foster system and I had a family until I was three, but then they had their own so then they sent me back." To know that those people would discard her after three years, three years of caring and raising and then to be discarded like an old toy. It still hurt her. But Henry, Henry had a mother that stuck with him, that raised him through everything. "Look, your mum is trying her best. I know it's hard and I know sometimes you think she doesn't love you, but at least she wants you."

"Your parents didn't leave you on the side of a freeway," Henry said, looking at her with eyes full of hope. Trying to comfort her in some way, even though Emma could only think that what he was saying wasn't true, "That's just where you came through."

Emma was confused now, blinking the tears away that had unwillingly filled her eyes, "What?"

"The wardrobe," Henry explained to her, "When you went through the wardrobe you appeared in the street. Your parents were trying to save you from the curse."

Emma sighed. She was exhausted and emotionally drained. "Sure, they were." She gave him a small smile, resigned, "Come on, Henry." She needed to take him home.

It was unknown to both her and Henry that Killian was still waiting by his car not too far away from either of them. Despite the fact that he may inexplicably trust this Swan woman, he was still very hesitant to leave Henry alone with a stranger. Maybe even more so that said person was his birth mother. He, in the end, just wanted to make sure that Henry was alright.

Once he saw the bug drive off in the direction of the Mayor's house, Killian started his own car and made for the library. He still after all, needed to pretend like he was actually working there. Figaro seemed to agree with the idea, as he contently sat on the passenger sit beside him. The thing seemed always at ease with car rides, even with some of the roads in Storybrooke that were due for a maintenance. Ruby had called it sea legs and Killian had laughed. He thought back to Swan. He might talk to her tomorrow if he sees her, he had no doubt that he would though. After all, he knew she was staying. He just knew it.

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