I felt this bit couldn't fit ahead of the current chapter I'm working on, so I decided to give it it's own section.

Chapter 13.5

She realized that she should have talked to him before running away. That maybe he hadn't reciprocated Milah's kiss, that maybe he'd been trying to push her away. After all, it was kind of dark out there and she couldn't be sure what she saw and she most certainly did not stay to hear what he'd said to Milah after she'd kissed him. Emma decided that she owed him enough to hear him out.

Not caring that it was almost five o'clock in the morning, she pulled out her phone and turned it back on, several voicemails and texts popping up, and all of them were from Killian. Emma dialed his number and waited while it rang. She was about to give up when he answered.

"'lo?" His voice was incredibly thick with sleep and a possible hangover. He must've wrecked shop on the open bar at the party. She heard shuffling and moving around noises. "Emma?"

"Did you try to stop her?"

"Emma, love, where are you? Are you okay? What happened?"

"Answer my question. Did you try and stop her? Did you kiss her back?"

"What are you talking about?"

"I saw you, Killian. I went out to the pool area to tell you something important and I saw you kissing her." There was a sharp intake of breath and a soft curse from his end.

"Bloody hell. She didn't give me a chance to stop her love. I tried pushing her away while she was kissing me, but she had a hell of a grip. Is that why you left? Because of what you saw?"

"Yes."

"Bloody hell Swan. You should've come to me, let me explain. Will you come over this morning, so we can talk?" Emma wanted nothing more than to do that. To run back to his arms, but she couldn't. She would not risk him leaving her and the baby if he up and decided one day that neither one was good enough.

"No." She heard him emit a small growl.

"Why the hell not?"

"I'm going home Killian."

"What in the bleedin' hell do you mean by that?" Emma could hear the frustration mounting in his voice and she knew he cursed a lot more when he got angry. Suddenly, an announcement came over the airport PA system, announcing the boarding for her flight to Manhattan. She'd planned to fly there first, ask Aurora to help her pack the apartment and have those things shipped down to Boston, and then take a train there. "Swan. Emma. Are you at the bloody airport right now?"

"I'm going home."

"Why? I explained. Emmalove, please. Talk to me."

"I believe you. I believe that you didn't kiss her back."

"Then why are you leaving?"

"Because if I don't, you will. Milah was right. People like you don't love people like me. I'm just Emma, a bail bondsperson born in Maine who grew up in foster home after foster home. I come from nothing. How can you love me? I love you too much to saddle you with my problems Killian."

"Emmalove, please don't do this. I love you." His voice broke and she knew he was crying. It took everything in her stop herself from doing the same.

"No you don't, you just think you do. Do me a favor Killian, don't try and find me. Leave August and Ruby and Graham alone, don't contact my parents. I'm going where none of you can find me, at least for a while. You'll find someone else, someone more suited for your kind of life, and you'll forget I ever existed. The time we had together was one of the greatest of my life…and you've given me something to remember it by. Goodbye Killian."

"Swan! Emma! Darling, please don-" She hit the hang up button and shut off her phone. Taking a deep breath, Emma stood and slung her carry on over shoulder and got in line to board. It wasn't until a few hours later, over the Atlantic, that she really started crying.

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Killian threw his phone against the wall and it broke apart into pieces. The noise woke up Tink, who'd been sleeping in her room next to Killian's. She went into his room and saw the shattered phone, then heard noises coming from downstairs. Jogging down the stairs, she found her brother sitting against the small bar wall, rum bottle in hand. She'd had to help him get ready for bed when he'd returned that night from the film wrap party and all she could do was shake her head.

"Killian." He looked up from his bottle to look into her eyes and she saw that they were red rimmed and he had tear tracks on his cheeks. He lifted to the bottle to his lips again and took a big gulp. "Killian, what happened? What's wrong?" He stared at his sister for a moment and then started laughing. He was clearly extremely drunk and tired from the night's events.

"S-s-she's gone! Ha ha ha! S-she's l-l-left me! And-and here I was bloody stupid e-enough to believe I had a chance for a happy life." He downed the rest of the bottle and stood, stumbling over to the kitchen where he dumped the bottle into the trash bin (albeit in a very uncoordinated manner). He stumbled back over to the bar and pulled another from the shelf. Tink watched as try as he might, Killian couldn't get the bottle open.

"Don't you think you've had enough big brother?" He slammed the bottle down on the bar.

"I will say when I've had enough!"

"Killian, please. Emma wouldn't want you to do this."

"THEN SHE SHOULDN'T HAVE LEFT ME!"

"Killian. You love her…"

"Love brings nothing but wasted years and endless torment." He was finally able to uncap the bottle. He took a deep swig from it. "She's done with me, just as I am done with her." Tink shook her head again.

"Fine. Ruin your life again. I don't care. Drink so much until you fall off a balcony and die, because I won't be there to help you. I won't enable you. Just think about what you're doing. When you're ready, I'll be there for you. But until then, I'm done." She threw a last look of disgust at him and left the room. Killian fell asleep on the floor of his living room when he finished the second bottle.

When he awoke hours later, it took a few minutes for him to remember what had happened. When it finally hit him, it felt as if he'd gotten punched in the chest by a Mack truck. He climbed the stairs to his bedroom and saw the pieces of his cell phone. He shook his head at his idiocy and made his way over to Tink's bedroom and knocked.

"What?"

"May I come in?"

"Whatever." He opened the door a little and stood in the door way. He saw that his sister was packing her suitcases.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't you remember what I told you? After you told me you were done with Emma?" Hearing her name was like a jab to the heart.

"Not really?"

"This is just like last time. I'm not going to stay and enable your drinking and all that. If I stay here, you'll just keep drinking yourself into a hole because you know I'm here to clean you up." She shoved some shirts into her suitcase. "I'll be at my flat in London. When you're ready, call me, because I won't watch you ruin your life."

And Killian watched as another woman he loved walked out of his life.

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Emma was shaken awake as the cab pulled up to her parent's Boston brownstone. She wiped the sleep from her eyes.

"We're here Miss Swan. I'll get your things."

"Thanks." The driver stepped out and opened the door for Emma then walked around the back to the open trunk. Emma got out and went up the front walk. She bit her lip before she got enough courage to knock on the door. After a few minutes, Emma heard quickly moving footsteps from inside and the door swung open to reveal Mary Margaret and David, who was on the phone.

"August, she just got here. Yeah, she looks okay. Yes, I'll have her call you when she's rested. Okay, bye." Mary Margaret pulled Emma into a hug and David brought the bags inside.

"Oh honey, what happened?" Emma heard David thanking the driver and then the shutting of the door.

"Did he do something to hurt you?" David sounded angry.

"N-n-not exactly", Emma cried.

"Come on princess, let's sit down and you can tell us what happened." Emma melted into her father's side and let him lead her to another room that looked like a living room. They sat down, and almost immediately Mary Margaret stood once again.

"Let me make some coffee and th-"

"No. I can't have coffee." Emma cried harder.

"Why can't you?" David asked. Mary Margaret sat down next to her daughter and took her hand in hers.

"How long?"

"Eight weeks."

"Can someone please explain what's going on?"

"Daddy…I'm pregnant." Emma looked anywhere but at her father. In the moment all she could feel was ashamed, like they might not want her around anymore.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"I'm going to have a baby." David jumped up from his seat and ran his hands through his short hair.

"That bastard!" He rushed into what appeared to be the kitchen, "Mary Margaret! Where are my keys? Where's my passport?"

"Why David?"

"How else am I going to leave the country?"

"David, you're not going to go to Ireland and fight Killian." A pain shot through Emma's chest at the sound of his name.

"Daddy, please don't."

"Alright sweetheart." He sat back down and kissed his daughter's forehead. "Tell us what happened."

And so Emma sat and relayed the entire story. She told them about believing he didn't want Milah again, but she also told them that Milah's words had hurt and she believed that he would leave her eventually.

"Oh honey." Mary Margaret pulled her into strong hug. "Anyone with eyes and a quarter of a brain can see that man loves you more than anything. I doubt he'd ever leave you and I'm sure he'd be ecstatic to hear about the little one."

"Maybe." Emma wiped the tears from her cheeks. "But I can't take the chance that I'm wrong about him."

Things have nowhere else to go but up.