Don't Let Me Go

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Chapter Two:

"Just give me a reason

Just a little bits enough

Just a second we're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again."

~Just Give Me A Reason, Pink

Seattle, Washington

"To my beautiful friend Aurora, and her equally dashing fiancée! Cheers!" exclaimed Belle giddily. Looked like the librarian was already drunk.

"Cheers," muttered Emma, taking a sip of her apple juice. Regina had strictly instructed Aurora that Emma was not allowed, under any circumstance, to drink alcohol during her week off. Emma had strongly protested; she had the same medical degree as Regina. A little bit of alcohol would not do anything. Aurora had yelled at Emma when she said that, claiming that a resident never had more say than an "official doctor." Official doctor her foot.

Philip and Aurora were having a "four year" party and had invited the whole city, including Regina, her husband Robin, and their kid Roland. It hurt Emma each time she saw Robin give Regina a quick kiss or Roland hugging Regina's legs.

Even someone as cruel as Regina could get a happy ending. All Emma was left with was her goddamn apple juice.

And she hated apples.

"Someone looks cheery," noted Philip as he took a sip of his wine. Emma sighed.

"I'm fine." She looked over at him, and couldn't help but smile at how happy he looked. The man was hopelessly in love with Aurora. "Besides, today is about Aurora and you. Not me."

"Then smile and look alive. You look like you're at a funeral." He gently squeezed her shoulder. "You know how much all of this matters to Aurora."

Emma nodded. "Yeah, I do. She's kind of OCD about things like this."

"Thanks, Emma. Glad to know you think of me like that," said Aurora angrily as she walked to Philip's side and kissed his cheek. Emma rolled her eyes and took another sip of her juice.

"You couldn't have given me orange juice?" She asked as she made a face at the drink. Aurora flashed her a fake smile.

"You're welcome, darling." Emma motioned to Aurora's stomach. "When is it coming?" Philip and Aurora's faces lit up at the mention of the baby. They were taking it really well. Aurora gently touched her stomach

"May. He's going to be a spring baby." Emma raised an eyebrow.

"He? I thought you got pregnant in November. You find the gender around 18 weeks." Aurora blushed while Philip chuckled.

"Aurora has a strong belief of it being a boy. I personally would want a little princess." He leaned over and kissed Aurora's forehead. Aurora giggled while Emma looked down at her drink.

Ignore the feeling. Ignore the feeling.

"Emma! Hi!" Cried Belle as she walked over to the trio, her husband, Mr. Rumple Gold, at her arm. Emma grimaced while Aurora slapped her arm.

"Be nice, Nolan," hissed Aurora. Emma snorted, but put on a fake smile as Belle threw her arms around her.

"Oh, I've missed you Emma! How long has it been?" She asked as she looked Emma over. Gold awkwardly nodded at Emma. Emma shrugged, but Belle didn't give her a chance to speak.

"Can you believe it? Aurora is pregnant, she's going to get married, and Bae just told us he got engaged! Some girl named Tink….strange name, but seems like a pleasant girl. She's from New Zealand! And then-" Rumple put a hand on his wife's shoulder.

"Calm down, my love. Emma and Aurora are not going anywhere." Belle took a deep breath.

"Right. Of course." She beamed at Aurora. "I can't believe you're getting married!" she squealed again. Aurora clasped Belle's hands and joined in the squealfest, while Rumple and Philip exchanged tired glances.

"I need to show you my gown! Diana picked it out." Aurora grabbed onto Belle's hand and Philip's arm and led them upstairs. "Keep Rumple busy!" she yelled over the shoulder.

Emma sighed. She grabbed Philip's wine glass and added the contents to her apple juice, ignoring the strange look Rumple gave her. Taking a sip, Emma couldn't help but moan.

Screw Regina.

"I heard about your…accident, Ms. Nolan. I hope you are okay," said Rumple as he daintily sipped his seltzer water. The man was a total non-alcoholic, and someone had to drive Belle home. Emma nodded.

"Yeah, I'm fine now." There was an awkward silence as both sipped their drinks and examined the party. Regina and Robin were talking animatedly with some of Philip's friends. Emma thought their names were Thomas and Ella, but she wasn't sure.

"I see Dr. Mills made it," noted Rumple. He took another sip of the water. "Didn't know she was married."

"Recently married."

"First one?" Emma shook her head.

"Nope. Her first husband, Daniel, died a couple years ago. Shook Regina up completely."

Rumple sighed. "Life can be cruel, dearie. After Bae's mother died, I never believed I could find love again. And then Belle came into my life." He smiled a little before continuing. "She was so much younger than me and I was scared. But love has its way, I suppose. She brought hope back into my life."

Emma ignored the pain in her chest. All this talk about love and marriage was killing her.

Ignore the feeling. Ignore the feeling.

"So, Belle told me you were reading about the mind recently?" asked Emma. It was a pitiful attempt to change the topic but it worked. Rumple nodded.

"Indeed. I had some free time on my hands. You would be surprised how boring the life of a Dean is."

"What all have you studied?" asked Emma. She had always been interested in the topic. Rumple shrugged.

"Many things. The origins of dreams, what various civilizations thought of the mind, how thoughts come to exist, etcetera." He paused and looked at Emma, raising an eyebrow at her face. "Did you have a specific question, Ms. Nolan?" Emma almost shook her head, but stopped.

"Actually, yes." She took a sip of the wine/apple juice mixture for support. "When I got into that "accident", I felt like someone was tugging on my heart." She chuckled a little. "It felt like hell. But in the midst of that pain, I saw someone." She stopped again, and raised the glass to her lips.

"Go on, Ms. Nolan," Rumple said gently. Emma closed her eyes.

"I remember seeing a man. He was trying to get to me, but the closer he got the more my heart hurt. Before I lost consciousness, I remember seeing his eyes. They were blue. And he told me his name." She opened here eyes, and found Rumple staring at her intently.

"What was his name, dearie?" asked Rumple. Emma noticed that he had set his glass down; his hands were shaking. She let out a breath.

"Killian. His name was Killian." Rumple began to furiously rub his jaw hearing this. Emma raised an eyebrow. "What's wrong?" she asked. Rumple looked up, worry plaguing his dark eyes.

"Ms. Nolan I-"

"Oh, Rumple! You should have come with me! What a beautiful, beautiful, beautiful gown!" exclaimed Belle as she came down the stairs with Philip and Aurora trailing behind her. Rumple handed Emma a piece of paper.

"Ms. Nolan, I beg you to come visit me. We shall discuss this in a more private place." He gently squeezed her hand and put on a fake smile as Bella sauntered to them.

"What were you guys talking about?" she asked, linking her arm through Rumple's. Rumple looked at Emma before answering.

"Nothing, darling. We were just discussing this fascinating novel." Belle beamed at Emma.

"I knew you would take up reading! My life has finally met its purpose." She dramatically swiped at her eyes. Emma would have rolled her eyes, but she couldn't stop staring at Rumple, whose looked like he had been stabbed. Aurora placed a hand on Emma's shoulder.

"What's wrong, Em?" she asked. Emma shook her head. Aurora didn't look convinced, but left her friend alone. Emma sat down on a stool and began to furiously twirl her curls. Something was wrong. Rumple wouldn't have reacted in this manner if something wasn't wrong. She groaned, and laid her head on the cool marble of the counter. It was soothing, and took away the tensions of the night. Emma closed her eyes and tried to ignore the voices around her. She could faintly hear Mulan arguing with Graham, Philip discussing baby names with Robin, and Belle's excited description of Tink.

Ignore the feeling. Ignore the feeling.

Emma leaned into the marble. She was going to get up, when someone put their hand on her shoulder.

"For God's sake, Aurora I'm fine!" she snapped, lifting her head up.

She was not greeted with long brown hair and a red dress.

She was greeted with short brown hair and a blue button down.

"Hey, gorgeous," he said, his voice husky. Emma stared at him in shock.

You have got to be fucking kidding me.

"Fancy seeing you here," she managed to say. She turned away from him, and mustered every amount of strength in her.

Do it. Do it. Do it.

She wildly spun in the stool, and punched Neal in the jaw as hard as she could.

"What the hell?" he yelled, clutching his jaw. The entire room became quiet as Emma stood up and rubbed her hand. God, that hurt.

"Who invited you?" she hissed. Neal looked at her.

"What?" He stood up slowly, a hand clutched to his face. "Emma, listen-"

Emma promptly kicked him in the groin. He screamed and fell to the ground. Out of the corner of her eye, Emma could see Aurora with a hand pressed to her mouth, Philips arm wrapped reassuringly around her waist. Mulan gave Emma a thumbs up, while Graham was trying not to laugh. Emma looked down at the man that lay on the ground. She blinked a few times, as black spots began to block her vision.

"Fucker," she whispered, before collapsing to the ground herself, completely unconscious.

Dublin, Ireland

"So, why are we leaving again?" asked Henry for the 100th time (according to Killian).

"We just are," responded Killian as he printed out their tickets. Henry observed his father as he furiously checked the details on the paper.

"Dad." Killian looked up angrily.

"What, Henry?! What you do want?" he yelled. Henry silently watched as he ran a hand through his black hair.

"You're freaking out," said Henry quietly. Killian sighed, and sat down on a chair.

"That obvious?" Henry nodded.

"Yep. Your hair is messed up, you've been scratching your neck for the past hour, and you yelled at someone on the phone." Killian flashed his son a crooked smile.

"You're like the next Sherlock, lad." Henry shrugged, and reached for an apple. Killian leaned against the back of the chair, staring at the ceiling of his apartment.

His and…

Ignore the feeling. Ignore the feeling. Ignore the feeling.

"So, why are we leaving again?" Henry asked, his mouth full of fruit. Killian groaned.

"Why do you want to know so badly?"

Henry squinted at his dad. "Dad. We're moving to London. It's a big deal." Killian looked at the designs on the wooden table before answering.

"Henry, you know why we are leaving." Henry looked down.

"Mom, right?" he said quietly. He looked up at Killian. "We're leaving because you're scared to face the truth, dad."

Killian stood up. "I'm fine, Henry. I just think we need a new atmos-" Henry grabbed his Dad's arm.

"No! You are not fine, dad! In fact, I am taking this whole thing better than you are!" Killian rubbed his forehead. "Henry, I am fine. We just need to get out of this city." He gently pried off Henry's arm and began to head to the bedroom. "Pack your things, Henry. Ruby and Victor are coming over to help us."

Henry looked down angrily at his fruit. Without thinking, he looked back over his shoulder and yelled, "She left us! Dad she left us!"

It was quiet for some time. Henry waited patiently, secretly hating himself for saying something so mean. Killian's head finally poked out of the door.

"I know, Henry. I know," he said sadly.

He then promptly slammed the door. Henry groaned and rested his forehead on the table. His dad was going crazy.

Inside the room, Killian sat on the bed, his head in his hands, as he tried to block out memories.

Ignore the feeling. Ignore the feeling. Ignore the feeling.

For Gods sake, he had to keep himself together. He had a son to take care of. Killian Jones wasn't a teenager anymore.

He was a thirty year old man whose bloody wife ran away with the neighbor.

He couldn't understand what caused her to run away. Was she not pleased by him anymore? Had she ever loved him? Had their relationship simply been a brief dalliance?

What had Milah Jones seen in fucking Sidney Glass? The man was twenty years older than Killian, and was an obnoxious reporter. Killian had suspected that there was something wrong with the man the first day they moved into the apartment. Couldn't seem to take his eyes off Milah. Killian couldn't blame Sidney; Milah was a stunner. Long dark hair, clear eyes, a radiant smile. Barely could tell that she was older than him.

They had adopted Henry two years after their marriage. Milah couldn't bear children, and Killian had always wanted a family. They had seen countless babies-girls and boys. But there was something special about Henry. From the second Killian had picked him up, and stared into those hazel eyes, Killian knew that this was going to be his son.

And now, instead of comforting Henry, Killian was being comforted by him. It seemed that Henry had recovered fast. Perhaps it was because Henry was never close to Milah; the never got along that well. Henry would spend all of his time with Killian. Killian had taught him how to walk, talk, read, play the guitar, sail, swim. He had been the mother and the father for Henry, while Milah cooked and left for work early morning, and came back late at night. It was horrible how obvious it was that she didn't care about them anymore. Killian knew he had been blinded by her "love", when in truth, their love had died years ago. He had barely registered when Henry handed him the divorce papers that had come in the mail. Milah gladly gave him full custody of Henry, and then walked out of the courtroom, Sidney by her side.

In times like these, it seemed that alcohol became Killian's best friend. He had hated alcohol-his father had been an alcoholic. But after sleepless nights and haunted memories, the rum was poured into glasses and empty bottles littered the apartment. Ruby and Victor had visited them, and nearly passed out when they found Killian asleep on his couch surrounded by ten bottles of dragged Henry and him to their home, and decided to keep them there until Killian "recovered". Killian could barely look his son in the eye, knowing how much of a failure he must seem. Finally, after getting smacked in the face by Victor, Killian ditched the alcohol. His mother had been right; it was the worst form of all.

A knock on the door interrupted Killian's reverie. He quickly wiped at the few tears that had rolled down his cheeks and cleared his throat.

"Come in," he managed. The door opened slowly and Henry made his way in. Henry sat down on a chair near the bed, his eyes never leaving Killian's face.

"What do you need, lad?" asked Killian as he began to fold his clothes. Henry bit his lip, and Killian's hear broke seeing the dark circles under his son's eyes.

God he was a terrible father.

Henry finally looked up. "Someone called, dad." KIllian raised an eyebrow.

"Why is that so worrisome?" Henry scratched the back of his neck-it seemed had picked that bad habit of Killian's also. Killian reached over and placed a hand on his son's shoulder.

"Henry, what's wrong?" Henry looked down again and quietly murmured something. Killian shook his head. "Henry, I can't hear you."

"It was Sidney Glass. Mom killed herself today," he finally exclaimed. Killian's mouth opened slightly, and he ran a hand through his hair.

"Bloody hell. Bloody hell," he muttered.

A/N

Dear God, thank you so much for the reviews and follows! I seriously cannot believe it. I hoped you all liked that chapter (I tried to make it a tad bit longer). Sorry for the overdose of Emma, but I promise, Killian will be big next chapter. As for Milah, I was sick of reading about her dying, so I decided to make this Milah a bit of a bitch. And why did she run away with Sidney Glass? I don't know. Blame the muse. I always liked his character, even though he was horrible useless.

Also, Killian not addressing the "Emma thing" will be discussed a little next chapter. Our dear Rumple may know a bit more than we give him credit for *wink*

Next Chapter? Killian deals with Milah's funeral, welcome to London, and Emma makes a decision about Rumple after a strange dream. Jefferson and Grace will also make an appearance.

And those of you waiting for the world of steaminess, do not fret. You shall not be dissapointed *winks again*

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