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Chapter 34: A Plan

Well, that was a bust. Henry thought as he walked home. One of his homes, at least. After Emma had left, he and Hook had sat there in a stunned silence for a moment, until Hook had apologized and dashed off. To chase after Emma, Henry supposed.

Henry wondered what was going on between his mother and Hook. Well, ok. He kind of already knew. From what he'd gathered judging by the looks they threw each other and the thick, palpable tension in the air, they'd been in a relationship, which had understandably splintered after the realization that Hook had been working for Cora.

And after the way Hook had risked his life to save him, Henry knew beyond a shadow of a doubt that Hook was a good person who'd make tons of mistakes, but a good person nonetheless.

It was fairly obvious that Hook was what the girls at his school would call flirty, but the way he looked at his mother was special. Like she was the only person in the room when he looked at her. And after the way Emma had so rudely stalked out of there, Henry knew for sure that they still loved each other.

Henry knew that his mother had trouble trusting people; he'd gathered that after watching the wary way in which she'd talked to his grandmother in the first few days after she'd arrived in Storybrooke. He'd known that Emma had been in the foster system which had to have caused some of her problems. And something big had obviously gone down between Emma and Neal, further exacerbating her trust issues.

Which is why, obviously, she didn't trust Hook enough to let him in again. Understandably too, since he'd obviously broken her heart by betraying her.

But what she didn't know was that Hook still loved her. Or maybe she did and was just ignoring it. But why? It was so confusing that Henry was beginning to feel a headache coming on. Good Lord, he hoped he never fell in love.

Henry knew that all he had to do was give his mother a gentle little nudge towards the flirty pirate, and she'd be well on her way to her happy ending.

Henry could hear a faint murmuring coming from inside the walls. Probably from one of the neighbors. He still wasn't quite used to having neighbors close enough to overhear, after having lived in Regina's house for so long. As he approached the apartment, he noticed a small black object on the ground just feet away from the apartment door. Huh. Bending down to pick it up, he was surprised to find a black glove. And if he was not mistaken, a glove that was incredibly similar to the one he'd seen on Hook earlier.

Weird.

Pocketing the glove, he shoved the key into the lock and turned, pushing open the door. He could tell immediately that something was wrong; there was broken glass everywhere, not to mention droplets of blood staining the normally impeccable floor. Henry knew his grandmother enough to know that she was a stickler for cleanliness, much to the annoyance of her daughter.

Emma huddled in a ball on the couch, her head between her hands as Mary Margaret and David sat on either side of her, concern written all over their faces. He could tell right away that she'd been crying, which in itself was a scary thing. Seeing your parents cry is rarely pleasant.

"W-what's going on?" For a split second, the terror filled thought that Cora might be back shot through him.

Emma looked up, her eyes widening in shock as she took in her son standing before her. "Great." She muttered sarcastically. "Another person to see how pathetic I am." Without another word she stood up, pushing past him as she strode out the door. Henry jumped as the door slammed loudly, seemingly shaking the small apartment.

"Is everything ok?"

"Just as we were making some progress." David sighed as he crossed over to the kitchen and grabbed a broom. "Be careful, Henry. There's glass everywhere." He said, completely ignoring Henry's questions.

"What happened?" The boy pressed. "Why's Mom crying?"

"Nothing." Mary Margaret said a little too quickly. "Cutting your foot on glass hurts. That's all."

Henry narrowed his eyes. His grandma's voice was a little too chipper, and unless he was sorely mistaken, cutting your foot on some glass didn't cause you to curl up on the couch looking utterly depressed. "You were never a good liar, Grandma. What's really going on?"

Mary Margaret sighed as she reached for a wet rag. "You're too perceptive for your age."

"Must be genetic." Henry replied. "So what's wrong then?"

His grandma looked at his grandpa, who threw his wife a helpless look and a shrug before turning back to sweeping up the glass shards on the floor.

"Is it about the nightmares?" Henry asked.

David looked up sharply. "She's been having nightmares?"

"Well…yeah." Henry answered. "Didn't you know?"

But judging by the looks on his grandparent's faces, they didn't know. Oops. Maybe Emma had meant to keep it a secret.

"What are they about?" David asked, broom abandoned against the counter as he gave his full attention to his grandson.

"Cora, mostly. I think." Henry shrugged. "You don't need to look so hurt." He pointed out. "Especially you, grandma. It's not like she told me either. It's just that she's pretty loud when she sleeps. Keeps waking me up."

And loud she was. For the past several nights, he'd been hearing her cry out in her sleep, trashing about, fighting against an unknown enemy. Judging by the way she'd muttered "no", "Hook", and "Henry", so often that Henry figured it was about Cora. There was no need to mention that she was so loud it was the only reason he'd wake from his Cora induced nightmares.

She would only quiet when he'd cross the room towards her, taking her hand. It was something Regina had done for him when he was younger, especially when sick, and it'd helped a lot.

No matter how mad at her he still was for lying about Neal, he still cared.

"So if it's not the nightmares, what's wrong?" Henry asked again. Then something occurred to him as he fingered the soft leather of the glove in his pocket. "It is Hook?"

"How'd you know?" Mary Margaret asked curiously.

Henry shrugged. "We were eating at Granny's and then Hook showed up and she started acting weird and then she left. And then Hook left to find her, I'm guessing."

"You're one smart kid." David replied. "I don't even fully know what's going on or how to help her. We heard shouting and when we came out they were glaring at each other."

"She won't tell us anything." Mary Margaret added sadly.

"Isn't it obvious? We have to get them back together!" Henry said eagerly.

"Henry…I don't think so." Mary Margaret stammered.

"Why not?" The boy protested. "It's obvious that they still love each other. She just doesn't know what to do because she thinks he's evil. But he's not. He saved me. He's one of the good guys. We just have to show her that and then she'll be happy."

"It's not that simple, kid." David said heavily.

"Yes it is." Henry argued. But judging by the looks on his grandparent's faces they didn't think so. "If you won't help me I'll just have to do it alone." He turned around and grabbed his backpack, exiting the apartment much like Emma had just done.

"Henry! Wait!" Mary Margaret called after him, but it was too late. Henry had a plan and he was determined to see it through.

Author's note: What's Henry's plan gonna be?