One Day at a Time

by CuteMcBeauty

CS AU. Miss Swan's a single mom who holds two shifts since her son's father left them. Mr. Jones is an unemployed widower and father who finds it hard to hold a job because of a handicap. Both broken families trying to run from painful pasts. Maybe they can work through it together... one day at a time. (Rated T for now, will eventually change to M )

11. Darkness and Light

DEADLINES MET!

SORRY TO ALL OF YOU WHO HAVE ASKED ME WHEN I'D DO AN UPDATE, I SWAEAR IT'S BEEN A HECTIC FEW WEEKS, WITH A FREELANCE TRANSLATION I HAD TO COMPLETE BEFORE LAST NIGHT. FINALLY THAT'S DONE. I DO HAVE A LOT OF WORK AT THE OFFICE BUT AT LEAST NOW I CAN SQUEEZE IN SOME OF MY FREE TIME TO CATCH UP ON MY WRITING! I WON'T HAVE YOU ALL WAITING 4 WEEKS FOR AN INSTALLMENT AGAIN, I PROMISE!

SO HERE WE HAVE ANGST ANGST AAAANGST, AND MORE BEAUTIFUL ANGST BECAUSE IT MAKES THE HEARTS PUMP FASTER AND IT ALSO MAKES THE HAPPY MOMENTS FAR MORE ENJOYABLE, SO… THIS ONE WILL BE STUFFED WITH ANGST. I BEG YOU ALL, DO NOT PELT ME WITH ROTTEN EGGS JUST YET, OK?

OH AND I JUST ADDED THIS; I HAD A SPECIAL REQUEST FROM A NONNIE, ASKING ME TO PLEASE GIVE A LITTLE BIT OF A WARNING BECAUSE SHE NEARLY HAD A PANIC FIT: THERE IS SOME ROUGH SEXUAL CONTENT THAT IS NOT EXACTLY OF THE FRIENDLY SORT (YOU KNOW, NASTY FAT RESTAURANT OWNER...) , AND IT MIGHT AFFECT SOME SENSITIVITIES. THE REASWON I AGREED TO ADD THIS LITTLE HEADS UP IS BECAUSE I TRULLY DON'T WANT ANYONE WHO'S READING THIS TO SUFFER THROUGH THE STORY, BUT TO ACTUALLY ENJOY IT. I NORMALLY DON'T AGREE TO THIS SORT OF CHANGE, BUT I CAN UNERSTAND PEOPLE'S REASONS. SO THERE YOU GO, NONNIE, I HOPE YOU CAN CONTINUE READING! =)

THANKS AS ALWAYS FOR THOSE WHO HAVE CONTINUED TO FOLLOW IN SPITE OF THE RIDICULOUSLY LONG WRITING HIATUS. YOU ARE ALL PRECIOUS, BEAUTIFUL PEOPLE AND I APPRECIATE YOUR SUPPORT AND LOVE! I SHALL HAVE ANOTHER INSTALLMENT OF BOTH THIS STORY AND MY OTHER STORY "LILLY", BEFORE THE END OF THE WEEKEND.

Killian handed each student a small sheet of paper, with the outline of a basic shape on it. Some were round balls, jugs, pieces of fruit…

"Contour, ladies and gentlemen, is but the beginning." He lectured as he paced, "Contour is much like a mould of jelly. Is it pretty? Yes. But it is not until you fill it with jello that it actually serves a purpose. You can't have a pretty jello without a proper mould, but the mould itself, well, it won't come into its own until we use it, right? Now…" He stood at the front of the class. "Before your eyes, you all have a perfect lining, a cast of sorts." He smiled and cocked an eyebrow way up. "Your very own jello mould. The sketching is austere, just the mere outline of an otherwise insignificant article: A ball, a car, a box. Might seem rather boring. But there's magic to be unlocked in there…" He walked closer to the very attentive class, and he produced a pencil. "…and this is your wand!" He smiled and showed the pencil to the students. "Graphite, my dear bilge rats. Graphite of different types of rigidity. This little scoundrel can give you depth, volume, shape… this is your jello. Now, you all have your pencils there, in boxes before you. Everyone please grab the one labeled HB." The children keenly jumped to the boxes. "Slowly now, there's enough loot for all pirates onboard!" He smiled. "So, this one is the mother of all pencils. She will give you a smooth, clean shading. She's clean, sharp, and rather quick and, why not say it, the absolute enamored lady of every type of paper. Alas, she has but one flaw… she cannot provide depth. For that, you have plenty other pencils: 2B, 4B, 6B and the heavy metal of them all, 9B. Darkness is a part of life; you need darkness to add depth, perspective and distance to an image. Where there's light, there's lady HB… where there's darkness, you can find one of these, charcoal, saucy little devils…." The class giggled as he paced around. He suddenly produced a baseball and a torch from his drawer. "Allow me to illustrate, my young pirate younglings…." He placed the ball on the desk and lit it with the torch on one side. "So, you see where I stand? This is where the light is. Way over on this side, you need but a contour. But, if you look at the middle…" He smiled. "The ball already has some delicious shading there. Enter Madam HB. There's always a lady interceding between the darkness and the light. So… each pencil, from 2B and all the way to 9B, gets darker and messier, so as we go further here, to the dark side of the moon…" His finger navigated to the darker side of the ball "…we gradually shade with a darker pencil. Thus…" He dropped the torch and reached into his rucksack, producing two sheets of paper. "You go from this…" He held out another outline drawing of a ball, a plain, round circle. "To this!" He replaced it with a fully completed, shaded beauty that looked more like a sphere than an actual circle.

The class gasped and smiled.

"Now…" He put the drawing on his desk. "You lot will have to hold easy and not despair; it's a difficult endeavor, shading. Odds are, you will not get it on the first go. But mark my words…" He sat on his desk, a playful grin on his lips. "Learning how to use graphite to do the proper shading effects is the very first step in proper artwork. You've drawn a princess, managed to color a pirate ship and written essays on art and different creators. Who here…" he rolled his eyes from child to child. "…really wants to do some serious, arse-kicking art?"

An ocean of "Me's" echoed in the class. Killian laughed, clapped and rubbed his hands and jumped off the desk. "Right then, off you go! My advice is you start from the darkness and work your way to the light." He sighed and smiled to himself. "That's how it always works… from darkness… to light. You'll make a mess of your hands, and that's part of the fun, ladies and gents… don't be afraid to, you know, really get into it. GO!"

He unavoidably remembered green, sparkling eyes.

His own path out of the darkness.

He sat behind his desk and stared at the children who enthused in the activity of transforming plain outlines into actual figures, his mind musing over the feel of a pair of luscious, pink lips on his own. He sighed deep and leaned back into the chair with a goofy grin plastered on his gorgeous face.

Finally, life was good again.

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Mary Margaret Nolan sat with her hands grasping her cup hard over the table. "Wait, Emma… you mean… like in Criminal Minds, or something?"

Emma shook her head. "It's Silence of the Lambs stuff, man. She had photographs he probably didn't know she took, I swear I saw one of them of Killian pulling his shirt over his head!"

The dark haired brunette sighed deep in disbelief. "And David said she seemed like such a nice girl…"

"Wait." Emma rattled her head and held her hand out. "They've met?"

"Yeah, he said she paid him a visit at the police station and… that she was a friendly Aussie girl trying to settle in a small town."

Emma huffed and rolled her eyes as she looked down. "He was probably the one to tell her where to find Killian."

Mary Margaret leaned forward on the table. "You don't actually think she wants to … you know… whack him?"

She said the last two words in near a whisper.

"No. Not now anyway, I mean…" She pressed her lips tight together. "It just seems weird tome that he captained a perfectly good boat and that the one day she "mysteriously" wasn't able to join them, half his family gets killed because of a faulty helm engine!"

"Oh Emma." Mary Margaret grinned. "I do believe you saw what you saw and that she might be a bit of a fan girl of his, but… Kill his family?"

"Look, that bathroom was something out of a Hitchcock film!"

"Why didn't you take some pictures?"

"Because!" Emma flailed. "That woman was in the diner at the time, I was practically walking over her head! And because…"

"Because?"

Emma bit her lip. "Henry was with me."

Mary Margaret huffed hard. "Please… PLEASE don't tell me you trespassed into her room with him…"

"Maybe I did."

"EMMA!" her friend protested. "You know Regina's just looking for an excuse to hail Social Services against you! What the hell were you thinking?"

"Look, ok, I should not have taken him, but I swear to god, Mary Margaret, this woman is dangerous, and I am fairly sure Killian has absolutely no clue about this. She's like… the Gollum to his Frodo."

"And you're Sam…"

"Damn straight!" Emma nodded vehemently. "Look, I have been wrong about a LOT of things in my life, but I have always, ALWAYS known when someone's not being honest. Call it a superpower." She tapped her open palm on the table. "And this girl is a certified whacko. Trust me, shit will go down if we don't do something."

Mary Margaret sighed and turned her head to look at her toddler, playing on the floor, where Henry entertained him. She then looked back to Emma. "Listen… why don't you ask Belle to help you do some digging?" She nodded. "If anyone's bound to dig up some gunk about this girl, it should be Belle."

"Done. I stopped with her before I came here." She reached out and grabbed Mary Margaret's hands. "I was just wondering if…. For the next few days you could… look after Henry after school?" She swallowed. "Killian was really, really nice and he wanted to take him to give him private drawing lessons, but if she's going to be hovering around him, I don't want my son anywhere near her, at least not until I know what the hell she's up to."

"Of course!" She nodded. "What are you going to do?"

"Talk to your husband, for one." Emma sighed. "He might be able to keep an eye on her."

"And Killian?"

Emma huffed and buried her hands in her hair, her elbows on the table. "I have no idea how I'm going to pull off telling him about this without sounding like a grade-A jealousy basket case. He's known her for years, she babysat for him and he's clearly pretty fond of her." She shook her head and looked pleadingly into her friend's eyes. "How much more tragedy do you think he can take?"

Mary Margaret tapped a finger on her cup and bit her lower lip. "Maybe… I can do something." She looked up into Emma's eyes. "Killian comes into the teacher's lounge for a cup of coffee after his class… he sits quietly, talks to no one, and just… drinks his coffee while he reads the paper. He usually leaves after ten minutes. Private kind of guy." She nodded. "Maybe I can talk so him…"

"And what will you tell him?" Emma raised an eyebrow. "That his old student's a psychotic stalker? If he won't believe it from, me, what makes you think he will believe you?"

"Because…" She grinned. "Ruby is my best friend. And if you reversed the sign on this girl's door, then perhaps… Ruby can, I don't know… gossip and send me some mobile pics?"

Emma smiled from ear to ear. "Do it!"

The short haired brunette stood up and made a beeline to her purse, returning with the phone in her hand and already texting. "There. Just gotta wait now."

"Listen, before you talk to Killian at all, as soon as you get the dish, talk to David first." Emma said. "He's the sheriff, this should be in his hands."

"That was my thought."

Emma nodded with a grin. "Listen, I gotta go, my shift at Tony's begins in twenty."

"Ugh, what are you going to do about that one?"

Emma rolled her eyes and shrugged as she grabbed her bag. "No clue… But I'll think of something. Henry?" The boy turned around, brows raised. "Listen, kid, while we figure out what freaky fairy is up to, I want you to stay here with Mary Margaret after school, ok?"

Henry frowned and turned. "But… what about you?"

"I have work to do."

"Mom, we're in this together!" He stood up protesting. "It's Operation Phony Fairy, remember?"

Emma pressed her lips together. "Erhm… yeah! Yeah ad I am going to ask you to help… David! Yeah, David."

"You are a key witness!" Mary Margaret nodded. "You can serve as backup! And you can tell David everything you saw at the diner and the inn."

That brought the smile back to Henry's face. "Great! Fine then. Mom?"

"Yeah?"

The boy hesitated for a few seconds before rushing to his mother for a tight hug. "I love you."

Emma swallowed a thick lump as she held her son back. "I love you too, Henry." She kissed the top of his head.

"Take care." He looked up at her. "She's out there and she's off her head."

She nodded swiftly and looked to Mary Margaret, and after mouthing a quick 'thank you', she left the apartment in a rush.

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"We'd like a room, please."

Granny raised her brows with a smile. "Dr. Jones! Back so soon?"

Liam and Greta fidgeted. "Aye, love, I… forgot some things I needed to clear up with my little brother…"

As Granny handed them a room key, Ruby walked by, undoing the knot from her apron. "Hey… HEY!" She rushed to them, "You're the art professor's bro, right? The shrink…"

Liam frowned. "Aye lass, you work at the café at the back."

Great cleared her throat.

"Oh, no, no, lady, none of that at all…" Ruby shook her hand dismissively before holding it out to her. "I'm Ruby, my grandma owns this place."

"Did you wash the last batch of place, Ruby? I don't want an ant colony setting camp in my diner."

"Yikes, chill, grandma, it's all done!" She rolled her eyes and turned back to Liam and Great as Granny scowled at her, before turning and walking to the diner to ensure that, in fact, the sink was plate-free.

Ruby turned back to them, lowering her voice. "Listen, I hate to gossip and… no, actually I don't, but anyway, here's the thing…." She leaned into Liam's face. "This chick arrived yesterday, you see, and she's all cuckoo for cocoa puffs. I really think she's stalking your kid bro. Tanya one thing or another…"

Liam sighed and nodded. "Indeed, tis the reason I came back. Is she lodging in this same in?"

Ruby huffed and winced. "Yeah. It's the only hotel in town."

Liam shook her head. "Great, do me a favor, call Killian, tell him we're at the inn and that we must have words immediately, that it's a pressing, urgent matter that cannot wait a day. Tell him to bring Megan along…"

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"That's pre-dic-ta-bly… and a triple word score!" Tink smiled as she laid down the pieces on the board. "And I am now sixty-five points ahead of you, Jones!"

Killian huffed with a smile and shook his head. "One would think time would have made me wiser than to get into Scrabble matches with you, Tink."

"For someone who wields the English language like a musketeer wields a rapier, I am astounded at your utter lack of talent for this game."

Killian shrugged as he pondered his next move. "I am good with words, love, not visual scoring."

Tink laughed and sighed. "I missed you, Killian."

The man raised his face to her and smiled. "Oh, come now… I'm sure there's far too much in your life for you to be brooding over your old employer, love…"

"You and your family are far more than just employers, and you know that."

He smiled broadly and reached out to grab her hand. "Aye love… and we missed you too…" He turned around to the direction of Megan's bedroom. The girl had been sleeping for at least an hour now. "Well, tell you what…" He stood up and paced around her. "I might get an idea or two while I visit the gents, Tink." He walked to the bathroom. "Must be all that lemonade you made…"

After he closed the door, Tink slowly took her hand to her lips and grazed it softly with her lips, feeling still the buzz where his hand had touched hers.

The sudden hum of Killian's phone vibrating on the table caught her attention. She looked at the caller and read "Granny's".

They probably snooped into my room. Bloody old bat and her slutty waitress.

She took the phone in her hands and turned it off before placing it back on the table.

Seconds later, his wall phone began to ring. "Jesus…" She jumped.

Killian shouted from the bathroom. "Get that for me, will you Tink, love?"

She went to the phone and answered softly. "Hello?"

The woman's voice on the other end sounded nothing like Emma Swan's. "H… Hello, who is this?"

Tink cleared her throat and looked back to ensure no one was in earshot's distance. She placed a hand on the speaker and spoke in a near whisper, changing her accent. "This is Emma, who is this?"

"Oh!" Came a relieved sigh that Tink swore was accompanied with a smile. "Sorry, my love, I… I thought you were… You are Killian's new girlfriend, are you not?"

Tink tasted bile.

"Yes?"

"Is Killian home, darling?"

"Who is this?"

"I'm his sister in law, Greta."

Fucking nosey brother of his again… what the bloody hell is he doing back in town?

"He's taking a shower right now, might I take a message?"

"Yes please, love, tell him to come to Granny's diner right away, his brother has a matter to discuss with him and I am quite afraid it is rather a matter of life or death."

"Is it really? Should I be concerned?"

"Well, yes dear, I believe you should be. All of you come as soon as Killian's out of the shower, including the little one..."

Why is it so much to ask to be left alone with the love of your fucking life?

"Very well, we will be there shortly."

She hung up and felt her teeth nearly shatter as she grinded them against one another.

Killian emerged from the bathroom with a grin. "So? Who was it?"

"Oh…" She turned with a spunky smile. "It was… Emma."

He frowned and looked at his watch. "That's odd, she's halfway through her shift at the restaur… unless that bastard…" He paled. "Bloody hell."

"She said to tell you to meet her at the restaurant? Just outside."

"Aye." He nodded as he swiftly grabbed his keys, cell phone and parka. "Rain check on the scrabble, love?" He kissed her cheek. "Keep an eye on my little girl, please…"

"You got it!"

As soon as Killian ran out the door, Tink's smile disappeared. She paced though the small apartment, breathing hard, trying to get a grip. It was then when she spotted the covered canvas.

A small smile shone through; his art, his very soul, was what made her Killian so special. His work could make the darkest soul come alive with light. She pulled the sheet from the large canvas.

Her smile vanished.

Emma Swan. In a red dress. Surrounded by flowers, fire shining like a golden glow around her body, her hands holding a large ball of light. A finished piece of work, and bottom right, the words "The bringer of light", Killian J. Jones.

"Your girlfriend…" she shook, her hands suddenly reaching for the spatula, her breathing ragged, tainted by blind rage. "I'll show you, 'girlfriend'!" She stabbed the painting multiply, destroying the creation he had made of Emma's likeness.

Cheating, lying bastard Jones! You will pay, you will lose everything!

After placing the sharp utensil in her pocket, she managed to contain her tears long enough to reach for Megan's jacket. "Megan?" She gently shook the little girl awake.

Megan stirred. "Hmmm… Tink?"

"Yes, darling, daddy asked me to get you ready. We're going for a sail…"

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The restaurant was now empty. Emma cleared the cashier, grabbed her bag and headed for Tony's office at the back.

"Here you go. Keep my tips." Emma placed her cut on the dimly lit desk. "I need to get my son."

"Saturday night, Emma Swan." Tony stood up and smiled. "If I recall correctly, principessa, today was the day. Did you make a decision?"

Emma smirked. "Yeah, Tony, I thought about it long and hard. And guess what? Won't happen."

His sassy grin vanished. "Thought you cared more about your son."

"Oh I do. That's why he's under the care of the sheriff. And you know what? I'm really not afraid of you or your mobster posse because, if you had ANY intention of hurting Henry or me, you'd have made your move. So listen up, pal, this is how it goes..." She leaned both hands on his desk. "You are vile. You're morally corrupt, self-centered, professionally compromised to a gang of thugs, not even remotely attractive and you kind of stink. Your perception of sexuality is skewed at best and there is no chance, NO CHANCE in hell any decent girl would willingly agree to be lured into your bed. Now, I know you threatened to call your backup gang to hurt Henry because, of course, you are ALSO a coward and a sore loser who can't face the orchestra entirely by himself. So this time, Tony, you either accept my resignation the good way and we part ways amicably, or… I make YOUR life a living hell. Because buddy… I am NOT afraid to get my hands dirty to protect my kid and you also have NO idea what I am capable of to ensure his safety. So… what will it be?"

Tony glared into Emma's eyes. His deal with Tink fuelled him; He'd get Emma, and he'd also get her out of the way for the little pixie-faced whack job to make her move; his blood boiling, he suddenly found himself lurching forward, grabbing Emma by the throat.

Emma fought back and made a quick maneuver that freed her from his grasp. She looked at him maniacally and grinned. "Really? That's your best?"

"You should have taken my bargain…" He growled through clenched teeth as he locked the door. "Now you will lose everything."

"We'll see about that, fat boy!"

Tony once again went for her violently and pushed her hard against the desk, knocking down the lamp and the desktop computer. The light shone eerily from the floor as Emma struggled beneath the weight of his body and his hands. He was finally starting to overcome her; both her wrists pinned down with his broad right hand fingers and her mouth covered by the left, Tony leaned in closer to her face and licked her ear while she squirmed beneath him. Her legs were in an awkward position as she tried to make a knee go into his groin, but his own leg had pinned both her knees down. He smiled. "As you see, bella, I will have it all… and you will never, ever see your little boy or your new boyfriend again, because, you know, I have no intention of losing this business. I lied, Emma, I no longer work with the people who chased and killed your former boyfriend…" Emma's eyes widened. "Yes, bambolla, Neal Cassidy is dead. He was dead the moment you left the city. But never mind, Emma, they are not here… they don't know I'm here either. I just thought perhaps, like you said, this could go down nicely, but… after I am done with you, I have no intention of losing my Trattoria, so relax… you won't live long enough to endure the shame of knowing I fucked you against your will and that the last thing you ever felt was the pain I am about to cause you. All will be over soon…"

He released Emma's hands and reached down to pull up her dress. Emma flailed, her lip bleeding under the pressure of his hand, and she felt a tear slide down the side of her face as she felt him undo the zipper of his pants.

This was really, really happening.

Her hands helplessly trying to find some ground, she suddenly felt something under her right palm.

A paperweight.

Just as he was about to enter her, she grabbed it and with all the strength left in her, she flung the paperweight up to his head. Tony groaned and fell sideways, cradling the side of his ear, now bleeding from the impact. Emma swiftly stood up and readjusted her underwear and skirt, ran out the door and pulled up a table to lodge it under the door knob, together with a couple of chairs. Hands shaking hard, she made her way to the back of the kitchen and to the security vault as she heard Tony growl and try to knock down the barricade. Adrenalin running insanely through her veins, she quickly pulled out the security tape of the camera in Tony's office, and made for the door.

Just as she reached the main entrance, Tony emerged, his head bleeding and the look of a stampeding bull on his face. "GET BACK HERE!" He shouted as he made after her.

A heavy rain fall had started to come down as Emma ran as fast as her legs could take her, throwing the security footage into her back, panting and crying, thinking only of getting to the Sheriff's office as fast as she could.

The thought that Tony was right behind her made her pick up speed.

It was hard to see through the rain. Cold, shivering and drenched, she made for the main avenue.

"Emma!" She heard Killian's voice from across the road.

"COME HERE YOU BITCH!" Came the voice from behind her.

She didn't think.

She didn't look.

She ran to Killian.

And the last thing she heard was a loud "NO!" as the sudden glow of massive headlights came far too close.

The thump alone made every neighbor turn on their lights.

Killian ran to the middle of the road, his hands shaking over her rumpled body on the tarmac. "No, Emma, no no no…" He whispered, his voice quivering. "Oh bloody hell, not again… NO!"

The man driving the truck emerged. "Oh, my god, I… she came out of nowhere, I'm so sorry! I…"

Killian turned his face up to him, "CALL 911, GET A FUCKING AMBULANCE!" As the man nodded and ran to make the call, Killian turned back to his Swan. "I love you, Swan… Please don't leave me… not you too… please…" He wept softly, caressing her head.

The light in his heart began to darken.

The sudden taste of rum on his tongue started to call for him once more.

From the shadows on the other side of the road, Tony ran a hand to slick his wet hair back. He gulped. People had begun to gather around and there was no chance in hell he'd get that security tape now that the red lights of the ambulance shone from the end of the street.

He turned back around and ran back to the restaurant to collect as much money as he could.

It would only be a matter of hours before the police was on to him.

It was time to leave Storybrooke.

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It took Killian twenty minutes to remember he had a cell phone in his pocket.

Emma was admitted immediately and he needed to call her son.

As soon as he reached for the phone, he was surprised to find it turned off, and for a brief moment he feared the battery had died out. A modicum of relief flushed his heart as the little apparatus came to life under the click of a button.

What stunned him was to find two missed calls, apparently from Granny's.

He was about to call Henry's mobile when the phone rang again.

It read Liam.

"H… hello…" Killian answered the phone.

"Brother!" Liam responded, immediately noticing the broken sound of his younger brother's voice. "Killian, where are you?"

Killian hung his head tears now dangerously threatening to spill. "It's … Emma, she… She was hit by a car." He lcked his lips repeatedly as he looked around him. "Liam, I'm at the bloody hospital. I can't… I can't lose her, Liam, not now, not again…"

Liam closed his eyes and pressed his lips together.

Greta looked at him. "What happened?"

"It's happening again. I bloody knew it." Liam growled. "Killian, stay put, we're on our way…"

Killian frowned. "Y… you're back in Storybrooke?"

"Aye, love, we're at the inn. Greta spoke to Emma on the phone, she said you were taking a shower and that…"

"Wait…" Killian stood straight. "Emma?"

"Yes, she picked up the phone at your place…"

Killian shook his head. "No, Liam, Emma was working when that happened, that was… well, you remember my friend Tink, don't you? She's here, she's in town, visiting and…"

"Killian, where is she now? Tanya Bell, where is she?"

"Tink?" Killian sneered. "She's… at home, taking care of Meg… why? What's going on?"

"Fuck…" Liam paled. "Stay there, brother, we're coming. And call home, see if Meg is still there. Killian, this Bell girl is bad, bad news." He hung up the phone and turned to Greta. "It's happening, Greta; that was not Emma Swan you spoke to, it was Tanya Bell."

"Oh, my god…"

"And Emma Swan has been run over. This is not good."

"HEY!" Came Ruby's voice from the back. "This girl's completely off her head. Look!" She showed him photos she had just taken from Tink's bathroom. "Emma saw this earlier today. The shit's really gonna hit the fan."

Liam gulped. "Greta, she's alone with Megan…"

"Oh, no…."

"Love…" He turned around to Ruby, flustered. "Get these images to the police, get someone to come here, this girl is far more dangerous than we think…" He gulped. "Your friend Emma is already in the hospital. She got run over. I've no doubt Bell has something to do with this…"

Ruby gasped. "Oh, my god, Emma!" She swallowed hard and turned to grab her car keys. "I'll take you guys to the hospital."

Just before she did, she sent a message to Mary Margaret and David Nolan.

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"Tink! You're scaring me!" Megan moaned. "Where are we going?"

"Shush!" She gnarled at the girl. "Be quiet."

"Please!"

Tink turned around and all she saw was Milah Jones staring back at her.

She had to die. Milah Jones and her lineage had to die. Killian was hers.

She turned and shook the little girl by the arms. "Listen, Megan, your daddy is in danger. Emma Swan is… she's bad, ok? She wants to hurt him, and…"

"No, no she doesn't! Emma is our friend, daddy loves her and…"

Tink's hand flew across the little girl's face "NO!" She shook her violently by the shoulders. "It's ME! HE LOVES ME, YOU LITTLE BRAT! ME!"

She dragged the now weeping little girl through a dark alleyway.

Megan started screaming, and Tink turned aroundx and pushed her against a wall, her hand pressed hard to the little girl's lips. "Now you listen to me, and listen hard: Your daddy has broken my heart one too many times, and you will NOT get in the way of us! Not you, not this… Emma woman, NOBODY, you hear? Now shut the hell up or …" She reached into her pocket and took the sharp spatula to the girl's neck. Megan whimpered, tears rolling down her face. "Or I will cut you open right here and leave you to feed the rats! No one cares, you hear me? Nobody!" she dragged the now sobbing little girl through the darkness. "I will have your dad, because he wants me! ME! And you've been in the way long enough."

They made for the docks.

"You…" Megan sobbed. "It was you! You were the one that… you were the one that messed up the Jolly! My little brother died because of you! My mother killed herself because of you!" She cried openly. "You almost killed us all! You're crazy!" she started shouting again. "My dad doesn't love you! He loves Emma! And he loves me! Let go of me!"

Tink turned around again and this time punched the child hard enough to knock her out. She then carried her over to a boat and after dumping her inside, she jumped in after. "No… Not Emma Swan, no no no, I'm… I'm Killian's love, I've always been Killian's love." She took some rope from the boats deck and tied Megan down, using her own headband as a gag.

She released the ties and pulled anchor, fidgeting with a lighter as she started the engine. "Sailing, sailing over the bounding main… where many a stormy wind shall blow, here jack comes home again…" She sang, as she stirred the helm out of the harbor.

Megan came to slowly, her head heavy and tears in her eyes as she helplessly saw Tink emptying what looked like a gallon of something all along the deck, still singing that song, the song her father used to sing to her as a child when they sailed the Jolly.

She was going to set the boat on fire.

All that crossed Megan's thoughts were images of her dad, broken, drunk, mourning his last remaining child.

She knew Tink was off her rocker now, and that this meant that they were both about to die.

This would finally kill him.