Henry

Chapter Two:

Killian walked carefully down the stairs and from the patio. Emma emerald eyes remained half open, closing every so often. Her head resting against his chest and her arms gently folded in her lap letting Killian take all of her weight. He didn't mind. He was just relieved that he made it in time to save her. If he had been any longer in the hallway trying to find a way to get to her. She wouldn't have made it. No don't think that way! Killian pushed the thought out of his head. He couldn't bear to think of losing her. As they reached the bottom of the staircase he opened the door to the hallway. As Killian made his way towards her front door. He stopped dead in his tracks coming face to face with a boy. It took Killian a second to recognize him. It had only been a year, but he had grown so much. Killian gave a small inward smile as he made eye contact this him.

"Henry?!" Killian finally said. Instantly realizing that Henry wouldn't remember who he was. What a great way to make a first impression. At least I saved Emma so he should be happy about that.

"Hello? Do I know… you? MOM!" Henry hesitantly said as he eyed this strange man before him. Killian felt uneasy as Henry's eyes fell on a limp and warn out Emma. How am I going to explain this to him? Henry reached out to Emma grabbing her hand as he did.

"MOM! Are you okay?! What happened?!" Killian's eyes fell on Emma's face as he listened to Henry bombard her with questions. His chest constricted when he heard her raspy voice say the one name that made him seethe with anger.

"Walsh…" Emma head tilted back slightly so she could see Henry. Her face full of pain as she did. Killian could see the bruise and he had to shove back tears again, he let out a pained quiet sigh escape his lips. Trying to ignore the voice that came from Emma his eyes fell on Henry and he could tell that he saw what Killian saw. Henry's mouth dropped wide open almost hitting the floor and his eyes widened as big as saucers.

"I'm…okay…Henry..." Emma weakly reached her left hand to cup Henry's shocked face. Gently rubbing her thumb against his cheek. All three of them stood in the hall. Killian remaining as stoic and put together as possible. Emma weakly reassuring her son, and Henry quietly letting a few tears fall from his eyes. After what felt like an hour of them just standing there. Killian shifted Emma slightly in his arms. He was only now noticing that they were getting weak.

"Let's get her inside and we can call for an ambulance." Henry said noticing the slight shift of his mom in Killian's arms. Henry then turned to the apartment door, unlocked it and held it open for Killian to walk through it with Emma. Carrying her to the sofa in the livening room, reluctantly releasing her to the comfortable cushions that seemed to envelope her immediately. As Killian released her back to the cushion below his hand immediately slid to the back of her neck and placed her gently down the rest of the way. Then promptly knelt beside her, his hand cupping the side of her face so he could monitor her closely. Nothing could tear him from her side. Henry the moment he let Killian and his mom in the door he raced to the phone and dialed 911. Killian could hear Henry chattering in the background.

"Killian…" Emma weakly choked out. Her body violently shuddering. The shudder sent a spike of pain into his chest. He could see her struggling desperately to form her words.

"It's okay Emma, I'm right here." Killian leaned in closely his close to hers so she wouldn't strain her voice too much. Hearing his voice instantly put her at rest as she nuzzled her face more into Killian's hand. A smile crossed her face as he bent down and kissed her forehead. He was so focused on Emma that he didn't hear the EMT's come into the apartment. He was startled away from Emma's face by a hand on his shoulder.

"Sir? Can you please move, we need to check her out?" Killian head snapped to at a uniform dressed man. He didn't want to leave Emma's side but he knew that if he didn't get the medical attention that she needed she could get worse. Killian leaned in again and kissed Emma's forehead, and as he pulled his lips away from her he whispered.

"Swan, these men are going to check you out and make sure you are okay. I will be right here if you need me." A small smile cracked his lips as she opened her eyes to look at him.

"Don't… go…to…far." Her voice low and still struggling to fight for every word she wanted to say. His thumb grazed her cheek as he stood and moved out of the way. So they could assess her injuries. They got right to work, checking her over. He had to admire that they didn't waste any time. Killian stepped back physically trying to tear his eyes away from her. She was in good hands and he knew that. He had to find Henry. The poor kid must be having a devil of a time, what with finding his mom almost murder and this strange man in the outfit Killian was wearing carrying her from the upstairs patio. He looked around the room only to see Henry standing only a few feet away from the door eyes unyielding from his mother form on the couch. Killian took a deep breath and carefully walked up to him. Henry's eyes snapped up to meet Killian's, his fear visible in his eyes. What do I say to him? How can I explain to him what happened? The poor lad doesn't have his memories, so me telling him that a winged monster attacked and almost killed his mother. It would throw him into a panic. Killian's thoughts were cut off by Henry's sudden question as he stared back at the paramedics working over Emma.

"Sh-she's going to be alright, right?" Henry's voice cracked forcefully as he spoke the words. Killian's heart sank at the fact that she was even in this state.

"She'll be alright, Lad. You'll see. Those men seem to know what they are doing, the ambulance people will fix her up." He leaned against the wall close to Henry, both of them now watching over her from a distance.

"What happened? Why did Walsh do this to her? I mean he proposed and then he tries to kill her. I don't understand. If he loved her then why would he do that? What happened?" Henry rambled through his thoughts. Killian didn't know what to answer first. He inhaled sharply at the thought of having to talk about the monster who did this to her.

"Your mother was turning him down. She told me that she wasn't truly in love with him, her heart wasn't there. She… was going to tell him this but he didn't take the news too well and before she knew it she was being attack by a man she hardly knew. She had no idea what he was really like. He was a monster to be honest, who put on a good show. I was just barely able to save her if I had been three minutes later…" Killian's voice trailed off, not wanting to finish that sentence. He was completely blaming himself for her current state. If only he had gone up to the patio when he first heard the loud crash, moments before her first scream. He would have been able to stop this whole thing from happening to her.

"Then I am glad you got to her in time." A weak smile slowly appeared on Henry's face. Then a look of question washed over his features as he looked up at the man dressed in the odd outfit.

"Who are you anyway? I mean no offence. I just have never seen you before. How do you know my mom and for that matter me?" Henry was now standing straight up looking at Killian questioningly.

"I am an old friend of your mothers, we go way back. She told me a lot about you during some of our travels. I'm surprised she never mentioned me. But then again we haven't spoken in a year or so." Killian's eyes only momentarily meeting with Henry's before he turned them back to Emma.

"I think I would remember someone like you. I mean why are you dressed like that? Are you gothic or something?" Henry raised an eyebrow as he looked over Killian's peculiar clothing.

"Why are you dressed like that? What I wear is my business not yours, Lad. And unless this gothic word means I am a pira—performer. Then I am not that either." Killian had to think on his feet. He couldn't tell him that he was a pirate, but the word performer worked, it would explain his outfit a little bit.

"You mean like a street performer?" Henry questioned

"Yes…"Killian hesitantly said. He had a vague idea of what that was. Although he had no idea what his act was but it could work until they get Henry's memories back. Killian glanced at Henry to see if he bought what Killian was talking about.

"Cool." Henry nodded his approval. Killian let out a quiet sigh of relief.

"Mr. Swan?" the blue uniformed man called over to Killian. Why was he calling me that? The thought ran through his head as he and Henry proceeded to the men were taking care of Emma.

"Aye, that's me. Is she going to be okay?" He questioned frantically now standing above where Emma's head now was propped up on the arm of the couch. He wanted to reach down and touch her, but he knew he had to listen first.

"She'll be fine, Mr. Swan. She has a soft tissue injury to her throat. She needs bedrest, only fluids, a humidifier, and to only sleep or rest while being propped up. Looks like you made it to her in time. Any sooner whoever did this to her would have succeed. You're a lucky man, Mr. Swan. You and your son will still have you wife around for a while longer." Killian's chest constricted as soon as he heard that if he hadn't gotten to her in the time that he did she would have surely died. The fact that the uniformed man kept calling him Mr. Swan, and called Henry his son and Emma his wife never registered. His only thought was of the monster that had almost succeeded. And with little to now words spoken to the gentlemen before then left the apartment. He resumed his place next to Emma. Henry followed the men to the door only to return to Killian touching his mother's face. Killian looked over Emma concern covering his face.

"We should probably move her, to her room. She would be more comfortable there. And there is a humidifier in there as it is. You never did tell your name by the way, mister." Henry went on without any hesitation to find out exactly who this man was who did everything to save his mother from certain death.

"Aye, I agree, and the names Killian Jones." He responded looking up at Henry. Before gingerly picking up Emma, carefully carrying her to her bedroom at the end of the long hall. Henry was minutes ahead of him already having her room set up before Killian walked in with her. He then placed her onto the soft surface of the bed. Propping her up against the pillows Henry had already set up for her. He then covered her with a warm blanket that he found on the bed. After tucking her in he gently squeezed her hand and started to move away from the side of the bed. Only to be met with a firm grasp on his fingers. His eyes flashed to her face for any sign of agony. His eyes were met by hers. Her emerald eye shot into his very soul. How could someone or something hurt such a gentle woman? That monster was crazy to attack her. Killian stepped back to the side of the bed to see what she needed. Her lips parted slowly as the words came out slow and raspy again.

"S-stay… please." Emma smiled letting it touch her eyes. A warm sensation spread across his chest at the sight of her smiling face. Seeing the light in her eyes made him hopeful that she was going to be okay.

"For you, Love. Anything." Killian sat next to her on the bed not letting go of her hand. He never wanted this moment to end. To be by her side was all he ever wanted to do. The fact that she was alive and somewhat well, meant the world to him. He would see to her health. Protect her from anything. No one would ever touch her again he would see to that. With every breath that was left in him. He would fight for her. To protect her from anything. He couldn't risk losing her, not her, not his Emma. He loved this woman more than he thought possible. And he would do anything to keep her, anything.