Rating: T

Spoilers: 4x08-9

Summary: Killian has finished collecting magic for the hat and goes to Gold to face his fate. Gold has told him that it is his last day and at sunset he will have to kill Emma using his hook. Henry had figured out that Killian is missing his Heart and started Operation Codfish. No longer a 3 part One shot most likely 4-5 or even 6 shot.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my love for the show.

'Ok kid, what's the plan?'

'Well, we have a few things to work out first.' Henry eye's glinted with a smile only a mischievous child would have. He lifted his bag up on to the counter, pulling out a large old style, maroon leather-bound book with brass trim and lock. 'I borrowed this from my mom's before I came here, when she was pulling them out of her vault for your Snow Queen problem.'

'Borrowed?' Looking at her son, Emma doubted Regina would have willingly given Henry a book of magic without a magical adult present and she still doubted it even then. Seeing his face, he definitely had spent too much time with her pirate as his eyebrows had done a very Killian-esk wiggle while speaking that particular word. No. She couldn't think about him like that now. It was too painful. She needed to concentrate, to pull away from her emotions. The anger inside her was building again and she refused to lash out at Henry. Not only does she have this problem to deal with, she still has the dairy queen and her spell to contend with.

'Yeahh,' blushing slightly, 'but with every intention of bringing it back. We need to know who has his heart and where it is being kept and we have to be sneaky.'

'I think I have a good idea who has his heart kid. Your grandfather will never let what Killian did go, you know that.' The man had changed so much in the 300 or so years, both of them had, or so she thought. Henry looked so upset at her words. She knew that other than herself and Killian, Mr. Gold was the only one who knew about his father and what he was like as a child. Hell, he had even given him a job at the shop.

'I know that but I have to believe that there is still some good in him. He gave his life to try to save me. I don't think he would hurt me.' His voice was thick with conflict. 'I am the only blood family he has left, that has to count for something.' Emma took him in her arms and gave him a hug. Sitting in silence for a moment, she thought it best to push on.

'So. I still don't understand why you think the book will help.' Taking a closer look at it she could a faint outline and gold lettering down the spine. They had become so faded that the words were difficult to make out.

'I have been trying to open the lock but I can't see a key hole or a button to open it with.' He lifted the book up so the cover faced him. Catching the light, the words on the front become clear; Standard Potions and Magical Objects, as he moved it from side to side, looking for a catch or clasp. Emma raised her hand and began to run her finger over the lettering. As she felt the book with the barest of touches the lock in the middle popped open and seemed to let out a sigh of its own.

'Cool!'

'Henry, get back while I open it.' Not willing to take any chances with her child.

'No way, too cool.' Opening it before she could stop him. It slammed down on the counter-top falling so it was spilt in half. Turning to her son pulling him so he stood behind her.

'Henry.' Putting her hands on either side of his face. 'If we're going to do this we do it my way and you have to do what I say, no questions and no exceptions. Understood!' Emma gave her best no wiggle room, firm mother voice.

'Ok,' shrugging out of her hands, 'but it is still cool.' He turned back and moved back to the book, looking back to make sure he could look at it further without being reprimanded.

'So what do you think will help us find his heart. There has to be a reason you-' Emma didn't get chance to finish her sentence as the pages of the book began to turn of their own accord.

'Seriously Wicked.'

'Wicked! Really kid, poor choice of words.' The battle with Zelena still fresh in her memory. This only made her think of Killian again, the curse upon him, wet, laying on the ground looking de-. NO. The lights in the loft began to flicker again. Taking a deep breath she pulled herself together. Get it together, Concentrate.

The pages were old and looked to be made of parchment rather than paper. They settled down and sighed again. Creepy. They both peered down at the pages it had rested on. Both pages were on the locator spell that had been used a few times in the town. She vaguely remembered David talking about the time he had found Jefferson while they were stuck in the Enchanted forest. Killian's face again flashed before her eyes, burning into her soul. Have I told you a lie. Fighting back the tears, she hoped that Henry didn't notice, if he did he didn't let on. He was reading down the page careful not to touch while running his finger along it.

'I don't see how that is going to help, we don't need to find Killian, we need to find his heart.' Starting to read the script on the page herself. Most just seemed to be ingredients and a method to make the concoction. It looked very complicated. Not something she would be able to do by herself and they needed to keep this between them, for now. Too many people might let the cat out of the bag.

Just before she turned away to try to control the loss that was again building, she noticed a small annotation in a different script coming into focus at the bottom of the left hand page under a drawing of a blue potion vial.

'Be warned that if the subject of this potion is not in possession of their heart or is under the control of a master, such as being branded or subject to another potion or spell, then you will be shown where that item is or their master respectfully.'

'That's it kid. We can us it to prove where his heart is. We just need to make some more of that potion. This might be more than I am capable of.' She looked down the page again, taking more interest in the words this time around, resigned to the fact that they would have to ask for Regina for help. That would be a conversation to look forward to. Not.

'Actually, mom made a batch a few days ago when,' his voice dropped a bit, 'when we were trying to find you.' Sounds by the front door alerted them that the rest of the charming family had returned. 'Look, I'll go back to my mom's tonight and see if I can borrow' there was the eyebrow again, 'some of the potion and we'll meet at Granny's for breakfast at the usual time and we can work out the rest.' He made a move to put the book back in his bag to hide it but Emma flicked her wrist and moved it to her bedroom. 'Don't worry mom, this will all be ok. I believe in you.' Before turning and running out the door he moved to her ear. 'Remember to bring something of Killian's.' Rushing out the door. 'Bye,' shouting before anyone could ask anything.

'Goodnight Kid.' Emma shouted back.

'What's gotten into him.' Came David's obviously sleepy voice.

'He is going to stay at Regina's tonight.' Looking down at her now cold hot chocolate. 'Can't take another night of no sleep, what with the baby and all. Emma bent down and ran her finger over her brothers face. I wasn't a lie, spending every two hours waking to a crying baby had taken a lot out of all of them.

Later that night, while getting into bed, Emma pulled the book off her bedside table and started to flick through the pages merely out of interest, hoping to find anything to help with either problem. If it had been another time, Emma would have found the book fascinating, marvelling at all the information inside. There were so many magical items in the worlds, she was astounded that they were considered rare at all. Enchanted trees, much like the one that brought her to this land. Excalibur, a magic resistant sword that gave the true owner the right to rule. A Magic hat with no known name, it collect magic from magical beings and look an awful lot like one from a really old Disney film. The Pearl of the deep, an enchanted pearl that gave the own control of the sea along with a few other nasty side effects. While moving through the pages not even reading any more she landed on a page about enchanted hearts.

'Enchanted Hearts: Any heart that has been removed by magic becomes instantly enchanted. The one who has said heart in their possession becomes the master of it and controls the individuals actions and is privy to their deepest thoughts.'

The tears she had so desperately been holding back all evening fell. Once they had started, they were difficult to stop. Emma allowed herself to break this once. She knew she would have to be strong for him now. He had done so much for her already. He had saved or help save so many people in her family, David, Henry, Neal. She would not let him down, not now.

Blinking back the tears, regaining control she looked back down at the book, rubbing her face. Just as before, a faint annotated script appeared written along the side of the page starting at the top corner and running around the edge of the worn parchment.

'Although unproven, it is theorized that if a removed heart belongs to another and the connection between said persons is strong enough, control can be broken. Not completely, but enough to give the afflicted moments of clarity.'

Emma's chest swelled with unbridled hope and crushing fear. Reaching out to the draw in her bedside table, she pulled out a long strip of black fabric. Even in New York she could not bring herself to get rid of the item. It was the black scarf that Killian had wrapped around her bleeding hand atop the beanstalk. I'm always a gentleman. A small smile caught her face at his remembered words. Catching the clock with her eye, she sighed seeing the time. She had been reading for several hours, (1:42am). Time to sleep or at least try to.

Instead of putting the scarf back in the draw, she wrapped it around the same hand, covering the scar from that fateful day and pulled up the covers to sleep for the night. Her dreams that night were restless, switching between a joyous reunion with her pirate and numerous scenarios which left him dead at her feet.

Many hours later, while thrashing around on the bed, the book fell to the floor, falling on the page about the un-named hat. The same script that had appeared twice before wrote under the information. Just one singular word.

'Mine'

Just watched 'The Rite' and can completely understand all the Priest!Killian Fic's out there. (Good film in its own right tbh.) Might have to tackle one of them in the future. (God forgive me). Again I am stunned that this fic has been taken so well. It brings a smile to my face and make all my pain worth while.

Killian will be back next chapter. I promise.

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