So, here's the next chapter: Emma discovers something strange as a result of the incident and Killian deals with a confrontation. Huge, HUGE thank you to those that reviewed the last chapter, guest reviewer Nugget (lol love the name) and catwjl (whose story I just started reading and am excited about continuing). Your input and feedback is appreciated and I'm glad to see non-Roswell fans to take to the story as well :) Keep your inboxes open if you'd like snippets for future chapters as a thank you!

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Emma stomped up the stairs to her room after leaving the diner with the excuse of exhaustion from the day. She felt almost numb and didn't know how long she could keep up the charade under everyone's gaze.

Entering her room, Emma leaned against the closed door, dropping the towel she hadn't realized she brought up with her. While the towel was actually ketchup-stained like she had insisted, her waitress uniform was definitely blood-stained and with a very distinct rip where the bullet had gone through. Looking down at her stomach, Emma saw the stain that had browned by now as she fingered the tear in a daze. She resisted the urge to gag before frantically unsnapping the buttons until she stood in just her underwear and walked over to the side of her bed to reach under for a plastic bag she kept there before stuffing the uniform in it. Her movements were almost frantic, her body wired but her mind unable to stop and process what had happened.

Clutching the bag, Emma looked around her room, searching for a safe place to hide her uniform while she figured out what to do with it. She considered shredding it and burning it before realizing there wasn't a single safe place in her home to do it—it had to be taken elsewhere. She finally decided to hide it in her backpack until she could figure out a safer alternative contemplating whether it was even a good idea to burn the thing altogether. What semblance of sanity she felt rests on the tarnished uniform—it was proof that she wasn't crazy or had imagined the entire ordeal. There really was something amiss in Storybrooke and she needed answers.

It was as she was bent over her backpack when Emma notices something on her stomach. She stiffly straightens before slowly walking over to her floor length mirror and her heart thuds in her chest looking back at her reflection. A paralyzing chill sweeps across her body, her hand trembling as she brings it closer to her stomach just beside her navel to hover just over the silver hand print that was far larger than her own.

She barely registers her hair falling across her eye as she stares at the reflection of the hand print, her shaky breath fluttering in the air.

"Killian," she whispers.

The following morning, Killian woke up at dawn after a night of restless sleep. Every bone is in body wanted to stay in bed and avoid Emma and the whole ordeal, but he knew in his mind that he couldn't hide away from this. Especially not from someone like Emma. If he wanted to act as though everything was normal then he had to act accordingly and disappearing after a crime would raise too much suspicion. He knew Emma would want answers and he knew exactly how he was going to handle the situation but if anyone else asked he needed to remain as ordinary as possible—like nothing changed at all.

He got out of bed, giving up on any semblance of rest and began getting ready for school. He still had three more hours until first bell, but he was too wired to stay in bed and he needed to prep himself for facing Emma today.

He had just finished dressing, pulling on a sweater when his door opened suddenly. Startled, he slammed his hand against the door.

"Relax, it's just me," Regina hisses. "You better be dressed."

"And what if I wasn't?" Killian griped, relaxing his grip on the door and letting her in.

"Ugh, don't tell me you sleep in the nude, I don't want to know."

"Well, maybe you would have been in for an unpleasant surprise. Next time try knocking."

"Yeah, well I wasn't expecting you to be awake. Anyway, I don't want to have this conversation around mom and dad."

"Couldn't it have waited? What are you doing up this early anyway?"

"I could ask you the same thing. Especially given what you've been up to," Regina retorted.

Killian looked at her dumbly. "What the hell are you going on about?"

"I know what went down at Granny's yesterday. Victor told me just so you know before you try denying anything," she added.

Killian sighed in exasperation, rolling his eyes. Of course Victor was going to tattle on him to his older sister.

Regina looked at him expectantly.

"What?" Killian asked. "You already know what happened, so what do you want me to say?"

Regina looked at him in disbelief. "What do I want you to say?" She asked, on the verge of throttling him. "I want you to explain just what the hell you were thinking!"

"Oi, lower your voice if you don't want mum and dad to hear you," Killian whispered harshly, looking toward the door. "They're going to wake up soon as is."

Regina took a calming breath as she tilted her ear toward the door.

"Look, if you insist on talking about this, it can wait," Killian said, trying to get out of having this unpleasant conversation. No matter what he said, Regina would not be appeased so there was no point in getting into it. And Victor was definitely going to get it for ratting him out.

"No, it cannot," she shot back but this time in a hushed tone. Her voice may have lowered, but the harshness was there just as well. "It's bad enough that you put us all at risk, but then you tried to get away with not letting me know that there's a potential danger coming our way. What were you thinking, Killian?"

Killian opened his mouth but didn't know how to begin to explain. "I—"

"Wait, let me guess, you weren't," Regina interrupted. "I mean of course, had you been using your brain to actually think you couldn't have possibly be so stupid to expose us."

Killian huffed out a breath as he plopped down on his bed, the exhaustion finally setting in. As annoyed as he was about getting the third degree from his older sister, he can understand her concern. "Look, you're right I wasn't exactly thinking and maybe it was impulse…" Regina scoffed, shaking her head, "but had I actually took a moment to think things through, I'd have still saved her."

"Wh-what?" Regina exclaimed in a harsh whisper, stopping herself from shouting.

"Regina, it was Emma. I couldn't just let her die, I would never," Killian replied earnestly, wishing she could just understand. It had been hours since the incident, but Killian couldn't shake the image of Emma lying on the ground, the beats of her heart slowing. The cold grip of fear still haunts him but is now muddled with the concern of how he was going to take responsibility for his actions. He'd save Emma a thousand times in the blink of an eye, but the guilt of putting Regina and Victor—his family—at risk lingers despite the rationalizations.

"Emma? Who the hell is Emma? Victor said 'some Swan girl'…" Regina trailed off as she was hit with realization.

"Emma Swan," Regina answered her own question quietly. "Little miss braniac and Storybrooke High's sweetheart. Miss Detective-wannabe, the girl you've been gaga over since forever. That's it, isn't it?"

Killian dropped his head, slumping forward and resting his elbows on his knees. He could feel the tips of his ear burning red as he rolled his eyes behind closed lids.

"I—I've not been…gaga over her as you so eloquently put it," he replied flustered before looking up at her defiantly. "And anyway, Regina, she's a human life. How did you expect me to react? You're telling me you'd have just let it happen? Just walked away when you knew you could have done something to stop it, especially when it wasn't her time to go?"

"Yes," Regina said without missing a beat. Killian narrowed his eyes, "Liar."

"Oh yeah? Think what you want, but I'd be smart enough to do what had to be done to keep us safe."

Killian shook his head, chuckling wryly. "Sure Regina, say it all you want, but you forget I'm your brother and I can see right through you."

Regina scoffed, "Whatever. The point is you're the one who put us in this mess, so you better come up with a way to fix it or I'll have to."

"And just what does that mean?"

"It means whatever the hell it means," Regina said.

Killian opened his mouth to reply when they heard an alarm blaring down the hall. Looking over to his clock, he saw it was five forty-five. Their parents were going to be up any minute and at the moment it was a blessing in disguise for Killian.

"Mum and dad are going to be up soon so scram," Killian said instead gesturing her toward the door.

Regina looked as though she'd like nothing more than to continue berating him and maybe even throw a punch or two, but her rational side finally won over.

"Fine. But we're far from being done talking so don't think you're getting out of it."

"Wouldn't dream of it. You know where to find me," he answered dryly. "Now shoo fly, stop bothering me."

Regina stalked over to his door and flipped him off before leaving. As soon as the door shut behind her, Killian fell back on his bed, staring up at the ceiling.

No time like the present for some damage control, he supposed.

So, yeah it's on the shorter side and I was considering merging chapters but I think I like having shorter chapters for now and as the story continues it will most likely be longer anyway. But, hope you guys like it and enjoyed the dynamic between Killian and Regina as siblings. I'm having more fun than I thought writing their scenes because banter is always fun :P . Next chapter is pretty much done but going through revisions so hopefully it'll be updated soon. Let me know what you guys think-the good, bad, and all!