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To the guest review, this is the last chapter ever.

Ok, so this is not really a chapter, just extra random scenes I couldn't fit into the story.

This one is at Tara's high school graduation.

Justine and Tara sat next to each other during their high school graduation from Carnegie Academy. All of the speeches were finally over, now they just had to sit through all a hundred and fifty names being called.

They stood there together. When each of their names were called, there was a lot of chapping, Tara distinctly heard her brothers. Now she had her diploma in her hand.

When the girls were back in their seat, Justine leaned over. "Do you want me to trip him?"

Tara knew exactly who she meant. No one spoke his name anymore, it had become a curse. "No, genetics has put his face through enough." She answered, her voice void of emotion.

Justine choked back a laugh and had to hide it be behind her hand.

Tara's face hardened for a moment before she took a deep breath to calm herself down. This was graduation and the end of this chapter of her life. Time to throw her cap into the air.

Tara's wedding.

Tara got married, Graham still couldn't wrap his mind around that idea. And he had been standing on the altar with Liam and Killian. Graham still saw the little girl he met back in middle school. The prom date who made a memorable night. The young woman who had a mean left hook. His best friend. Now she was a married woman. It was hard to believe.

He had his dance with Tara, now he was at the bar. Then suddenly he wasn't alone. Killian stood next to Graham, glass of rum already in hand. "We always thought it was going to be you, mate"

Graham looked at him, confused. He and Tara were not meant to be; they were never supposed to be anything more than best friends. "I'm sorry to disappoint." He joked.

Killian coming home for the first time after leaving for college.

Killian dropped his duffle bag and didn't bother pulling the hood of his Princeton sweatshirt off his head before going to the kitchen. Raiding the fridge was the first thing on his mind. He was staving, college food was not all it was cracked up to be. And he had only been gone a month.

He was going through the selves when he heard a strange noise behind him. Maybe one of his siblings was in the house. He turned around and almost dropped the container of lunch meat he was holding.

Tara stood there holding a large lead pipe, ready to bash his head in.

They stared at each other, all they heard was the drip of the sink.

Tara was the first to speak. "Killian, when did you get so tall? Did you just get home?"

"Why do you have a lead pipe?" That was the only question on Killian's mind. And it was a reasonable question.

She didn't even look like she was going to answer.

Then Liam entered the kitchen. "Little brother, did you just get in? What are they feeding you at Princeton? Just remember, no matter how tall you get, I'm still your older brother."

That was the first thing Liam said? For once, Killian didn't cringe at the term 'little brother'. "Why does Tara have a lead pipe?"

There was still no response on the object Killian was worried about.

Roxanne came into the room and gave him a welcome hug. "So glad you are back; you can get him off my back for a few days. A month away did you good, Killian."

"Why does Tara have a lead pipe?" Was no one going to answer his question?

"We needed to replace the pipes about a week ago and I guess the plumber left that behind." Michael joined his children in the kitchen, he had heard the concern in his youngest son's voice.

"Someone could have said that sooner…" Killian said, breathing a sigh of relief.

"You two, stop scaring your brother." Michael sternly told Liam and Tara

"But it's so easy."

Here's the poker game that Kilian touched upon when talking to Emma.

There were just the three Jones kids around a small poker table on a Friday night. It was the first time Tara was joining her brothers, Liam and Killian were teaching her.

"Basically you just want to match the suit or the number." Liam was telling her.

"Or get them in numerical order." Killian added.

Five hands in, Tara had lost all but one of the chips she had started with. Liam and Killian both hid their grins. Tara was terrible.

"Alright I have a pair of eights." Killian said, putting down his cards.

"Three jacks. What do you have, little sister?" Liam asked.

Tara hated being called little sister but she knew the best way to get back at him. "Umm, I have a ten of diamonds, a jack of diamonds, a queen of diamonds, a king of diamonds and an ace of diamonds." She placed the card down on the table gently and looked up at both brothers. "Is that good?" There was a look of mischief and triumph in her blue eyes.

Both brothers' jaws dropped to the floor. What had just happened? "Who taught you to play?" Killian asked.

"I'll never tell." Tara said, pulling the whole pile of chips to herself.

Traditions and rituals.

The Jones kids were all about traditions, nothing stopped them from following through every year.

Tara popped her head into the living room on Good Friday. "Hey, you breaking the fast with us at midnight?" She asked Killian who was reading Treasure Island, again.

He lifted his head to and opened his mouth to answer, but closed it as his eyes darted around the room.

Tara's own eyes widened. "You hear her too?" Her being their grandmother, she had passed away a few months ago.

Even since Liam got his license, the kids, a few cousins and some friends would go to the local dinner to break the fast when Lent ended. Grandma Sophia would yell them at every year because no one actually fasted. But she was appeased with a slice of cherry pie.

"I hear her a lot, mostly telling me not to do something." Killian said.

"Good. I really thought I was crazy…"

"Well…"

That earned Killian a pillow to the face.

Ok, so this one is after Liam was killed and people's reactions.

Ruby gently knocked on Tara's office door. Things were calmed down for the most part. Regina and Robin were handling the unfortunate situation so well. Tara, on the other hand, was not currently dealing well with what had just happened.

No answer. So Ruby entered the room. Tara was sitting on her couch, hunched over staring at the wall. No more tears, she was like a stone.

"I brought you another sweater." Ruby handed her a blue sweater. Her current sweater was blood stained.

Tara didn't say anything, she just took the sweater and carefully pulled hers off.

The blood stained sweater hit the floor and Tara finally spoke. "Who told Roxanne?" She really did not want to be the one to do that, she didn't want to say it out loud.

"Leroy went to get her. Robin is going to tell her." Ruby answered.

Tara nodded.

"And Neal is on his way."

Good, Tara needed a shoulder, a hug, just someone. And who better than her husband?

Silence fell over the room. A sudden choked sob came from Tara. At that moment, the door opened and Neal entered the room.

He saw Tara through tear stained eyes. He was instantly at her side. Ruby quickly excused herself. His arm went around her and he tried to keep his tears under control for her.

"I don't feel anything, I'm just numb now. You can cry if you want to." Tara said.

"Alright." His head dropped to her shoulder and she felt tears.

A few minutes later, Neal asked. "Do you want to talk about it? How did it happen?"

"Neal, I'm not ready to talk about it…"

"You need to bring him home." He told her.

"I know."

Emma even gets her own bonus scene. This one is sweet.

Emma sat at her desk in the station a few months after closing the Jones case. She was spinning a ring around her finger. She still couldn't believe she owned one. It was now a part of her identity, her history.

Emma Swan had history.

"The heart stands for love, the hands for friendship and the crown for loyalty." Tara had informed her.

Emma had some Irish in her. After giving into Killian's pleading blue eyes, she agreed to the ancestry test. The results came back a month later, Emma honestly had no idea what to expect.

Now Killian was granted the opportunity to introduce Emma to the culture.

Is brea liom tu or rather I love you in Gaelic quickly became her favorite saying.

And this people is the end of "Put a Patch on it. Thank you all for reading, following and reviewing. I really enjoyed writing this story. Reviews are more than welcomed of course.

Up next, I am traveling back to the Enchanted Forest. New story, entitled "Know You Place" starts next Friday.