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If you haven't noticed, Killan and Tara are Catholic. Storybrooke has a church, I am probably going to Hell for the name I picked. Oh well, Lucifer is quite nice to look at.

Tara pushed the doors of the church open. Storybrooke's Church of the Sacred Heart was no St Patrick's Cathedral, but it would have to do. She dipped her finger in the holy water and crossed herself. Already she felt calmer.

The church was empty and quiet, just the way Tara needed it. She took the third pew on the right. The kneeler went down and she began to pray.

Her mind was a jumble; there was so much going on, so many things out of her control. She knew just about every prayer in the book. So her mind went directly to one.

God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change, the courage to change the things I can't and the wisdom to change the things I can. She prayed silently in her head. What more could she possibly ask for? Her older brother had been murdered for mysterious reasons, there was the wake and the funeral, there was also the company to manage and finally there was her younger brother.

It was another few minutes in the pew before Tara crossed herself and stood up. She walked toward the door and stopped by a huge statue of Jesus and the rows of candles. She should light one, it was only right. Tara pulled a dollar from her clutch and placed it in the slot. Then she lit a candle. "Liam, I miss you so much." She whispered.

Finally, she walked out. The sunlight hit her eyes and it took her a moment to adjust. Sitting on the steps of the church was Killian. Tara was shocked and slightly confused.

He heard footsteps behind him and stood up. "I had a feeling this would be where you were." Killian answered her unspoken question.

"Why didn't you come in?" Tara asked. Killian didn't answer. His hand went to scratch behind his ear. She then understood why. "Sinners in the hands of an angry God much?"

"Afraid I was going to burst into flames if I walked in." He admitted.

She gave a little laugh but then turned serious. "You know you are going to have to enter a church?"

Killian nodded. Yes, he knew that, the funeral. He dreaded that whole bloody ordeal.

"You know; you could have told me you made a deal with the devil. Gold is bloody demon." Tara shivered slightly.

"Well, you never asked." Killian half joked. "I'm sorry; I should have warned you about him. Did he punch himself in the face?"

She caught the inside joke. "No, not this time. Hey," Tara touched his arm. "You ready to go home?" He didn't have a voice. "Come on, the place is waiting."

Together they walked to the small airport; Regina had made sure their bags were already there. Tara and Killian boarded the plane and took their seats. Killian had to look around the cabin. This was the same private jet from years ago; it was a part of his past. But he was a completely different person.

Killian looked over and saw Tara rubbing her cross pendant between her fingers. He knew exactly what she was doing and decided it was a good idea. He said a quiet quick pray to St. Christopher for a safe trip.

"Killian, buckle up. We should be home in a few hours." Regina gently told him. Sometimes she had to be mom for him.

"Of course." He buckled then turned back to Regina. "Regina…thank you, for looking out for them."

Regina was completely blindsided by his declaration, but she heard the honestly behind it. "Your welcome. Just don't make my job any harder."

"I'm a Jones, no promises." He actually gave her a smirk.

A few seats away, Tara was curled up in a blanket. And she unwillingly fell asleep…

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