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While Emma, for a brief moment, had thought about Killian's suggestion about Mary Margret's spare room, she wasn't the roommate type. At least not with someone she already owed a lot to, she wouldn't ask her for more then what that woman had already given without ever expecting anything in return. It was there that Emma found herself in Granny's Diner, sipping gingerly the hot cocoa she had order and fruitlessly trying to find vacancies because while she could sleep in her bug, her back wouldn't forgive another night of it.

Henry had come to talk to her, before school. After the incident with Regina yesterday making Henry believe that Emma thought he was crazy, not that she did, she just thought Henry had a lot to deal with, Emma had decided that what Henry needed now was for her to believe in him. Just as Killian had said. And that was how 'Operation Cobra' was born.

Henry had shared more of his theories as they conversed in the diner, Henry giving her details about their operation.

"Well, who are they then?" Emma had pointed towards Granny and Ruby.

"Ruby is Little Red Riding Hood but also the Big Bad Wolf," Henry said. "And Granny is the Grandmother but she was scratched by a werewolf so now she sort of has werewolf abilities."

Emma could definitely see Ruby as Little Red Riding Hood, she had actually seen what Ruby was wearing now at a few Halloween parties. It was different from the original tale she'd heard as a kid but she supposed that fairy tales had different versions.

"So, what about Prince Charming then?" Emma asked. She was curious who Henry imagined her father to be since he'd already had Snow White as Mary Margret.

"I haven't found him yet," Henry said regretfully, "I don't know where he is."

"Maybe the curse didn't take him?" Emma offered. "Or maybe Regina has him hidden away somewhere." Although Emma had been joking, Henry seriously contemplated the idea.

"The first part of Operation Cobra is finding him though," Henry said after a moment.

"Why?" Emma said.

"Because we need to reunite your parents," Henry replied. "They're true love and in order to break a curse we need True Love's kiss."

"So, you said that what they are here is a reflection of who they once were," Emma continued, regretting bringing up the topic of her 'supposed parents'. "Whose Killian supposed to be then?"

Emma couldn't help but wondered what Henry thought about Killian, or even why she was curious to begin with. But her mind just kept going back, wondering who exactly Killian Jones was, even if she only found out who Henry believed Killian to be.

"Well," Henry started, "I still don't exactly know; however, I do have a suspicion."

That peaked Emma's curiosity, "And what's that."

"The reason why nobody went to the library when time was still frozen was because it contains everyone's stories," Henry explain. "This is why I think Killian's different because he was the only one able to enter the library but there is one book that he has never read."

Henry stopped for a moment and Emma almost grappled at the words. "The Pirate Codex."

Emma almost laughed, "You think Killian was a pirate, the local librarian"

"I don't know," Henry shrugged at her, taking a bite out of his toast. "He might have been a naval officer or something."

Henry and Emma had left shortly after for Henry's school bumping into Killian on the way with a pair of eyes trailing them.

Mr Gold had to admire what Regina had done to the pirate, the man had clearly done something to the woman to make her seek some small amount of revenge. She had removed the man's love of the sea and his unhealthy desire for leather. However, the pirate still had his old personality.

Mr Gold gripped his cane tightly as he watched the pirate, laughing and happy. It may have been a curse but at least when the pirate was plotting his revenge he never found true happiness, he only indulged in artificial pleasures. Rumpelstiltskin had taken great glee in that, it was why he had never killed the pirate because he knew the man suffered more alive than he ever would dead.

Killian had seemed to sense the pair of eyes on them, for when he had reached the library and said his farewells to Emma and Henry, Killian had stared directly back at Mr Gold.

Mr Gold had figured out that Killian was different from the other cursed residents once he regained his own memories thanks to Miss Swan. It wasn't Killian himself, it was the aura surrounding the man. Gold could taste the lingers of magic, Rumpelstiltskin craving to taste more of it. It was familiar in its scent. He recognised that magic, remembered how it had once danced on his own lips. How sickly addicting it had been. Cora. Mr Gold's lips thinned at the thought. So, the pirate and the she-devil had been conspiring together, it shouldn't have surprised him. If that were the case, then that was another obstacle which he would have to deal with. Eliminating the pirate would stop, or at least hinder momentarily, whatever Cora had planned. But the woman couldn't do much from another realm.

What Rumpelstiltskin also noticed was the second hint of magic, more subtle and what Gold could only describe as caringly soothing against Cora's viper magic. It was sweet yet strong. Old yet powerful. The scent brought back unwanted memories, a smell he remembered from his childhood when his father was still around. Lilac and gooseberries. The magic had a lingering aroma of lilac and gooseberries, unique to a magic user though he knew the pirate didn't have magic himself. Mr Gold thought it curious that the pirate had received help from not one, but two magic users. Curious indeed.

That cat of the pirate's hissed at Mr Gold as he'd been staring down Killian. Killian gave a mocking smile at Mr Gold at that, before turning into his quaint library.

Mr Gold wasn't in the mood to play faux pleasantries at that moment, the scent of Cora ruining his mood.

"Just you wait, Captain," Mr Gold said darkly. "Whoever is protecting you won't be able to protect you from me."

Mary Margret watched dutifully over her classroom as if she were a shepherd would over their herd. Today was a big day, as they had taken an excursion down to the hospital to volunteer and hang decorations. The children were running happily around the place but Mary Margret frowned. Henry wasn't amongst them. She turned to notice that Henry was in the room with the John Doe patient, reaching as if to touch the man's face as Mary Margret walked in. Mary Margret sighed as she gazed at the John Doe. Her heart yearned for this stranger and she felt saddened at the idea that he was alone. The idea that after all this time the man was still alone, that nobody came to claim him. That was why she would bring him flowers, nobody deserved to be alone.

"Henry," Mary Margret spoke softly. "We could really use your help with the decorations."

"Is Mr. Doe going to be okay, Miss Blanchard?" Henry asked, ignoring what Mary Margret had said. He'd been searching for him for so long that Henry just had to confirm his theory.

"His name's not John Doe, honey," Mary Margret chuckled, smiling down at Henry and the comatose man. "That's just what they call people when they don't know who they are."

Henry looked up at Mary Margret, squinting his eyes, "Do you know who he is?" Henry asked curiously. The question threw Mary Margret, she wondered why Henry would think she would know this man. A voice in the far reaches of her mind, muffled and unheard cried that she did but Mary Margret didn't notice.

"Nope," Mary Margret said. "Just bring him flowers on my rounds."

Henry was disappointed in the response but he did notice how unsure Mary Margret was, even if she didn't. "What's wrong with him?"

"I don't know," Mary Margret replied remorsefully. "He's been like this as long as I've been volunteering."

As long as you remember, Henry thought. "Does he have any family or friends?"

"No one's claimed him," Mary Margret answered.

Henry turned back to John Doe, looking over the man sadly. "So, he's all alone."

Mary Margret's heart pulled at the thought. "Yeah… It's quite sad."

Henry studied Mary Margret carefully, so much so that Mary Margret squirmed under the child's gaze. "You sure you don't know him?"

At that Mary Margret's eyes settled on the still man, on John Doe's face. She felt as though she had seen him before as she critically took in every detail of the man. When her eyes had caught a small scar on his jaw she stopped. That scar… She knew… or at least she felt that she should know about how this man got that scar. In the recesses of her mind that voice screamed at her to remember but to Mary Margret she only felt that apprehensive sensation you get when you were trying to remember something important. She hadn't realised that all the while she had thinking, her fingers had been turning the green peridot ring that sat snuggly on her slender finger.

"Course I'm sure," Mary Margret said although even to Henry it didn't sound as though she was. "Come on. You shouldn't be in here."

When Henry had called for an emergency meeting on Operation Cobra at his Castle, the last thing she wanted to see was that grinning devil.

This is just great. It was bad enough that it appeared that he was becoming a part of her morning routine but now he was becoming a part of her afternoon routine. He was becoming a part of her routine.

"You going to keep showing up, aren't you?" Emma asked Killian. Killian was leaning lethargically against the castle, Henry next to him sitting on top, his legs dangling freely over the side. Henry had the book in his lap with that goddamn cat who Henry was patting affectionately.

Killian gave Emma a waggle of his eyebrows, almost allowing his amusement at her to become vocal.

"Don't worry, I invited him," Henry said. "I think he already knows enough to become a part of Operation Cobra."

"Even our next step in the operation?" Emma quizzed.

"Yep," Killian said cheerfully. "I know all about the plan to reunite your parents and as Henry just informed me, we now know who the father is."

Emma scrunched her eyebrows, sending a questioning look to Henry, "Sorry, haven't had the chance to tell you. I found your dad."

"Prince Charming, really?" Emma asked

Henry nodded, pushing Figaro from his lap to open the storybook, flipping through the pages. "Here!" Henry pointed with excitement. "This is him. I found him today in the hospital in a coma, even though Mary Margret said she didn't recognise him, I know deep down she did."

"Guy in a coma…" Killian pondered for a moment. "Wasn't he the man that Regina found on the side of the road and declared a John Doe."

"That's not good," Henry sighed.

"What?" Emma asked. "The Mayor finding him?"

"No, the fact that she knows who and where he is," Henry explained. "She could use him against you."

"Henry…" Emma started, rubbing her forehead.

"So, what's the plan of action then lad?" Killian asked, giving Emma a look. Emma returned the gesture inclining her head in disbelief.

"We have to tell Miss Blanchard that we found Prince Charming," Henry said. Emma raised her eyebrow. That was a horrible idea. She looked at Killian. See?

"Okay, kid," Emma looked hesitant. "Telling someone their soulmate is in a coma might not be the best way to break the news. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"They have to know," Henry said. "It's an important part of breaking the curse."

"Fair enough, lad," Killian nodded. "So, I think it's best that Emma and I handle the part about telling Mary Margret."

"If you get her to read their story to Prince Charming, maybe he'll start to remember and he'll wake up. Who knows how the curse affected him since he was almost dead when it was cast," Henry explained.

"Okay," Emma nodded. "Okay, kid, we'll do it."

"Great!" Henry smiled at her, saying goodbye to Figaro, Henry handed the book back to Killian and jumped off the castle. "I need to get home now." Henry hugged Emma tightly, although Emma was still unsure how to handle having a kid, she returned it with ease. "See you both later!"

"So, Swan," Killian grabbed her attention, smiling wickedly at her. "Should I call Miss Blanchard?"

"I can't believe you," Emma said in utter disbelief.

"I know, I'm utterable out of this world," Killian sauntered over to Emma, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "And you don't know the half of it."

Emma felt her body shiver under his words. It was like he had cast a spell over her, conjuring all sorts of desires. She wanted to make him feel the way she was feeling at the moment. Lustful. A desire which she hadn't experienced in a very long time… and he shouldn't be doing this. She shouldn't want to grab him and slam him against the playground and kiss him.

Emma took a deep breath, giving him a tight smile, "Oh, I think I know enough."

Killian gave her a lopsided smile, "If you insist." Killian returned to leaning against the playground, Figaro diligently poised beside him. "I'll call Mary Margret, we'll meet her at Granny's."

Emma nodded, silently making her way over to her car as Killian called Mary Margret. She's got a little bit of time to pull herself together and not think about what just happened.

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