Chapter 2
Last Year, StoryBrooke Maine
Henry looked at Killian. Now that Emma was gone, his drinking habits had returned. He didn't drink too much, he simply drank more.
"You, of all people, should know that drowning your sorrows can't help you." Killian looked up. He hadn't realized that Henry was watching. Unfortunately, despite that Killian should have been caring for him and being a 'father role model' he needed time to deal with his loss. He put his glass down.
"Please do me a favor." Killian offered, and Henry nodded eagerly, as Hook took his hands and looked at him, Henry was in awe Killian was acting like his dad. It excited him, he wanted to help the man who made his mother so happy, but it didn't last long. "Don't grow up to be me, lad." Henry frowned. Killian gave him his best attempt at a hug.
"Watch the Hook!" Henry joked. He wanted adventure, exploration, to help his mom and her boyfriend.
Henry looked around the pirate's ship. Henry noticed that the deck outside was dusty and unclean, but the captain's quarters - where Killian slept, was well washed. He missed her, Henry realized. The cleaning took his mind off of Emma. "Thank you for watching me." Killian looked taken aback by Henry's smile.
"I thought you'd be upset with me, seeing as you wanted your parents to get back together…." Henry shook his head.
"It wasn't a good idea. My mom loves you. And you make her happy. I want my mom to be happy."
"lad, you mean she did love me."
"No. She's still in there. I know she is. She still loves you. In fact, she misses you. There's nothing i want more than to see my mom again. But we can't be sorry. In every movie i've ever seen, the minute the characters get over their losses, they save the day. We will get my mom back."
"What are you saying? What's a movie?" Henry ignored the second question.
"I'm saying we should team up! We'll call it operation," Henry glanced around, "Dark Swan."
Earlier that Year, Camelot
"Look around. What do you see?" Killian smiled at Emma. His hair was messy and disheveled. Emma's blond locks were long and curled, her white dress trailing behind her.
"Flowers, lots and lots of flowers." Emma wondered where they were. As Hook picked a flower for her he responded,
"Good girl. Now what do you not see?" Emma looked around.
"Him." She smiled. He nodded.
"We're all alone." He responded.
"Now that we're all alone. . ." She smiled as they began kissing. A green field full of pink flowers, next to the most beautiful blue lake and strong brown trees.
But that memory was gone from Killian's head. He was frustrated as he looked at her bug's old windshield. "Where are you? . . . Come on, don't make me summon you." She smiled as she appeared in a flash of purple smoke.
"You just did." They suddenly appeared. Emma's hand was on Killian's chest. The blue siding house loomed behind them. "The new look comes with some perks." She said smiling as she led him in the house. He looked around, confused.
"You were looking at houses?" He turned around to face her.
"No, you were. I know you don't remember it, but you wanted to move in with me."
Present Day, StoryBrooke Maine
The two sat on rocking chairs on the front porch. Sitting there without a care in the world. They hadn't had enough time to do something like this in a long time. Emma was wearing a white sweater, jeans, and combat boots. Her usual outfit and her hair in a messy low ponytail. She leaned into Hook. Cuddling. Such a stupid thing she never thought she would miss so much. Something Emma never imagined she'd do. With more people she loved (Who loved her back) then she had ever imagined she'd have.
Both of them were ignoring the awkward conversation neither of them wanted to have. They had talked so much about that future they'd imagined. Now, when neither of them were facing imminent danger, they found it slightly … strange to return to their old lives.
Of course, they still got along. There were plenty of kisses and loving looks shared between the two. However, they could never seem to steal a moment away from the Charming family, or a monster, or whatever else that was happening in the town. Now that they had a spare second without a monster, the Charming's had invaded the Colonial house with the cheerful fanfare that was the busy Charming family morning breakfast.
"You know we need to talk." Emma looked over at the Killian she was cuddling. This was the Killian with whom she shared true love, yet would never ever get to enjoy it. At least if her visions really were the future.
"I don't know if that's a great idea." Hook frowned. Just yesterday, Archie, well not Archie. No, the evil queen made Emma admit that she was keeping a secret from her family. At first, Hook had been upset. But later when she'd given him the shears, he wasn't upset with her. He was mad at himself for not hiding them. He wasn't quite sure what made him do it.
Emma was clearly upset. Before a tear could slide down her cheek she got up off the creaky porch swing and walked inside to the bustle of a full kitchen and the smell of David's fresh pancakes.
Killian sat on the docks. It was different today. Since storming out on Emma, he hadn't heard a word from her. Usually by now, they'd be battling a monster and having a hasty reunion. Emma thought he was angry she didn't trust him. That wasn't the truth. But, he couldn't bare to tell her what really was going on.
"Mom, i don't know what to do."
"What is it? A monster? Hard day of work?" Emma sat reclining in her desk chair with her boots propped up on the desk.
"Me and Killian had a fight."
"What happened?You two were getting along so well!"
"I know. But then you guys learned about my secret!" Emma answered, frowning and looking at her feet. She was unable to explain what was going on.
"I thought you two made up about that?"
"We did." Emma remarked swiftly. Suddenly, yet slowly, she stood up and walked out of the house. She knew what to do.
Sometimes, Regina felt like she was the most powerful person in all the realms. Other times, she felt like only bad things happened to her. Amd today was one of those other times. She looked at the torn page that Robin had found. The page of them kissing. The page that signified her happy ending was possible. "Perhaps it is. Just not with you, Robin." A tear dripped down her cheek. She wiped it away with the back of her hand. "And if it can't be with you, I don't want one at all." It was then Regina realized she was just talking to herself. She stood up and exited her vault, looking around at the breezy weather, She headed to Granny's.
"Hey Regina."
"Emma? What do you want? Another monster? Seeing visions again?"
"No. Actually, Regina, I just wanted to talk."
"Talk about what. I don't need a hope speech."
"I'm not my mother." Emma rolled her eyes. Why was Regina acting so oddly?
"Emma, could you go away. I'm trying to drink."
"Yeah, but Regina the only better way to cope apart from drinking alone, is drinking with someone else."
"Ruby! Two hot chocolates with cinnamon. Thanks!" As Regina and Emma waited, Killian entered through the door, a gust of the wind outside following him. As the hot chocolates arrived, Emma called him over.
"Killian, can you come over here?" Killian walked over. She reached inside of his coat. He wondered what she was doing, intrigued by his Swan. As she grabbed his flask, he snatched it back. "Hook." She said, a bit forcefully. But mostly just joking. "Give me that!"
"Swan, it's the middle of the day and you are at work." He reminded her. "Or should I say, skipping work."
"There's nothing to do. Besides, it' not for me." She took it out of his hands and turned to face Regina, pouring the entire contents of the flask into their two cups.
Killian frowned.
"I want some!" He whined.
"Then stay. And share." Killian felt weird. He felt bad being around Emma after what he did.
Later
"Hook!" Emma followed Hook as he rushed out of Granny's. As he kept walking she became very upset. "Hook, what is going on with you!?" He turned around, riled up by the pent-up anger inside him.
"That! You still call me Hook no matter how close we get! You go on more dates with Regina with me! I come back from HELL and you don't even seem to notice! You are so focused on fighting monsters! You feel like you need to battle your problems alone! When you get scared or see yourself dying in the future you DON'T TELL ME!" Emma was hit by the forcefulness in his voice by the problems they'd been having that she had tried to ignore. Usually, Emma Swan didn't cry. Today was a different story. Today, Emma turned and ran away back to the Colonial parents. To the arms of her mother, Emma ran.
