Emma walked in the Captain's Cabin and immediately sat on his bed. "Why? she had no idea, it was just the first place that came to her mind. Henry entered dragging Killian no soon after she came in. Killian pulled away from Henry's grip and came to sit next to her. Henry always surprised Emma, finding her, would always be the first, but him jumping on Killian's lap almost topped it.

"Tell us a story," Henry said, and Killian ruffled his hair.

"Well, what do you want to hear?"

"You and mom in the Enchanted Forest," he replied, and Emma and Killian gave each other a look before Killian said:

"How about you tell us a story, is that alright, lass?"

"I don't know any stories," Henry replied, and squeezed in between Emma and Killian.

"How about what happened when Tamara and Greg took you to Neverland?" he asked, and Emma knew what he was doing. He was asking for her, but she didn't need him to do that. She can take care of anything, she can do anything. Except trust, no don't think about that.

"Well..." Henry began, "err... I don't really remember it so well."

He blinked several times and just when Emma was going to wrap her arm around his shoulder, she found that Killian was doing the same. She stopped doing what she was going to do, and twined her hand with Killian's. He was surprised at first, but then gave her a warm smile, and his glassy blue eyes said: listen to Henry, love.

Emma lowered her gaze and met Henry's eyes.

"Well... Tamara and Greg dragged me to the docks and pulled me down a giant portal..."

Emma tuned out, Killian wanted to know. Emma, well, all she wanted to know that Henry was safe. She stared at her son, taking in his features again. She saw his mouth moving, but no words coming out, that was, until she heard him say:

"They tied me to a chair in a cave of the mountain. They barely fed me once a day, like, that was child abuse."

Emma swore he added it to make them laugh, but seriously, that wasn't a funny thing. Emma tried to stop a tear from falling, but her eyes betrayed her and Killian released her hand. When she needed it most, she thought, but he walked to her side, kissed her forehead, and put his arm around her, pulling her close. Henry stopped when it happened, watching them skeptically; then smiled. The three of them, who could easily be mistaken for a little happy family say there hugging each other until Emma felt Henry drop.

She stood up, and Killian laid him in a comfortable position, then Emma and Killian took turns saying goodnight; Emma kissing his forehead, and Killian moving his bangs to one side.

"Good night lass," he muttered and wrapped his arm around Emma and walked out to the deck.

"So you'll tell him you're Peter," Emma asked, referring to Henry.

Killian scrunched up his eyebrows, "I'm pretty sure he knows, but it he doesn't... sure, I guess."

"So what do you plan to do when we go back to Storybrooke?" Emma asked, not knowing what to talk about.

"I could ask you the same question," he replied.

"I asked first," Emma almost wined.

Killian rolled his eyes and said, "oh, the usual. Play around in the Jolly Roger by me self, but now," he took a pause and licked his lips, and met her eyes, "we could probably have a few dates."

"What about you?" he asked after he heard Emma sigh.

"Same as usual, but I guess I can add a few dates to my schedule," Emma laughed and kissed his cheek.

She smiled, but it quickly disappeared when the Jolly Roger shook.

"What's happening?" Emma asked, panic in her voice.

"No clue," he answered, "go get Henry."

He walked to the steering wheel and Emma ran into the Captain's Cabin; Henry was sitting up, and he ran into her arms.

"What's happening?"

"No clue," Emma replied, leading him out of the cabin and to Killian, and found that everyone else was there too.

"Henry!" Mary Margret and David said at the same time, and Henry ran out of her arms and into theirs; after that, he ran into Regina's arm.

"What's happening?" David asked Killian, walking to his side and Killian took a step to the right, away from David.

"I have no bloody clue," he answered, looking up at the 'sky'.

"Storm's a coming," he said aloud to nobody in particular.

"So what now?" Regina asked, still holding Henry in her arms.

"We hope for the best."

"Hope?!" David yelled, "how am I supposed to hope when I might die?"

"Hope. Hope and you'll probably won't die. Don't hope and you'll probably not die either, but just- HOPE," Killian replied.

The seven of them found themselves huddled in the Captain's Cabin as soon as it started pouring. Mary Margret and David were standing by the bed where Emma, Killian and Henry sat, and Regina and Mr. Gold stood in a corner watching the five of them.

"So I'm guessing all of us are going to stay in here for the night?" Killian asked. Everyone nodded, and Killian let out a groan, "get comfy everyone, it's going to be a long night."

Mary Margret and David moved closer to the bed, "who gets to sleep in the bed?" he asked.

Emma looked at him and her eyes clearly said: Are you seriously kidding me right now?

"Henry gets the bed," she said, walking to a corner of the room and sat down, "find a comfy place and get a good night's sleep."

Mary Margret and David made their way to Emma's side, but Killian made it before them and David growled. His arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer to him; Emma's head hit Killian's shoulder and she fell asleep.

"Emma, Emma," Killian whispered, shaking her shoulder.

"Hmm?" she answered, opening her eyes and pecked his lips.

"Storybrooke," he answered, pulling her up and leading her out. Foggy, was her first thought as soon as she stepped out the door. Killian was still holding her hand and he led her to the front of the ship. Emma saw land, which was probably Storybrooke.

"Home," he muttered in her ear and she couldn't resist grinning ear to ear, "home," she repeated after him.

The Jolly Roger hit the docks, but something was wrong; she could feel it. As she walked out of the ship to the docks, her thought was confirmed. Something happened to Storybrooke. She saw a figure in the fog, and by the way he walked and his silhouette. she knew who it was. Neal.

A/N: Soo... how'd you like it? I'm writing the next one, and from how I plan it in my head, which is WAY better than how I write it, it's going to be a long one...