Title: Finding Home With You

Warning: Contains spoilers from Season 4.

Author's Note: So, I know the last chapter was a lot of filler fluffiness going on, so I tried to make this chapter more content-filled, but then the fluff just sort of took over.

Also, since in this reality, Rumlestiltskin is a good person and therefore wouldn't have interfered with Ingrid's life and given him the urn that she eventually makes Anna use on Elsa. Long story short: anything Frozen related in this fic will more closely resemble the Disney movie than the story line in Season 5A.

Please keep commenting! More feedback makes me want to update quicker.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Once Upon A Time characters.

Summary: (Lieutenant Duckling!AU) What would have happened if Emma and Henry couldn't help Regina get her happily ever after? Now stuck in the story the Author wrote them into, Emma and Henry will have to start a new life in the Enchanted Forrest. With a little help from a timid sailor, Killian Jones. But plagued by the new Evil Queen, the three will have to continuously dodge Snow's efforts to hunt them down and end them.

Word Count: 3,840

Chapter 12

Making it to port would be easier than they thought. Once they got closer, Killian recognized where they were and determined that the inn they had stayed in ended up being only about a day and a half's journey away. Emma used her magic to build them a quaint little hut for the night, since they weren't near any towns or villages when the sun began to set. She put what she called a protection spell on the hut and then provided them with comfortable enough bedding to sleep on, instead of the hard ground. Killian was thoroughly impressed, especially when a gray smoke covered her for but a moment and then revealed her to be in a nightdress, the clothes she had been wearing ending up folded neatly in the corner.

"What the- I forgot real pajamas aren't a thing here," she groaned, grimacing at the long sleeves that ended in a ruffled cuff.

"What are these 'pajamas' you speak of?" Killian inquired, willing himself to look at her eyes and not at the way the sheer fabric clung to her figure.

"It's like an outfit made for sleeping," Henry piped up, laughing slightly at Emma's look of disgust. Then he turned towards his mother, "Do me next, mom."

Emma flicked her wrist towards Henry, who was covered by the same looking smoke cloud before it disappeared to show him standing in a nightdress similar to his mother's. Killian could notice the slight differences between the male and female night clothes, but it was very evident that the other two could not. Henry groaned louder than Swan had, before whining that Emma had put him in a dress on purpose. Emma merely laughed.

"What's the matter, lad?" Killian asked, confused at the pink in his cheeks.

"What do you mean, what's the matter? Mom put me in a dress," Henry compained, glowering at his still laughing mother.

"I didn't mean to," Emma protested through her laughter. "I just sort of... willed you to be in pajamas."

"It's not a dress, Henry. It's a night shirt," Killian explained.

"Same thing. Mom's just mad because women only wear nightgowns to bed here so she's trying to make me suffer along with her," Henry argued with his arms crossed angrily.

Emma finally calmed down and said, "Hey, have a little more faith in me than that. Do you really think I'm that petty, kid?"

"I don't understand," Killian admitted, frowning at the pair. "What is the problem with your night clothes?"

Mother and son shared a glance before looking at Killian incredulously.

"It's a dress," Emma stated, her voice trailing off in a way that made it seem as though it should be obvious.

Killian walked over to the corner of the hut where Emma's dress had magically appeared after her puff of smoke and held up the gown, "No, this is a dress. With all it's heavy material and laces and buttons and the corset. Those," he laid down the dress and gestured at the pair before him, "are night shirts. They are not the same, though you make it seem as though they are. Night shirts are, well, for lack of a better term, they are considered an undergarment. Typically only married couples see each other in their night dresses, since they are so thin," he stumbled over his words, scratching the back of his head awkwardly to avoid eye contact. "You'll notice, we wear a lot of layers here, so something as thin as a nightshirt is usually covered with a thick robe when not in bed. And Henry, lad, you've got the male version on so I don't see why you're so upset. Your neckline is higher and there are no frills at the hem or neckline. Plus, your mother's night dress is much longer, to hide her legs. These pajamas you speak of must be very different than what we have here for you to be so little accustomed to our sleeping attire."

The pair stood silent, gaping at him for a few moments. He cleared his throat uncomfortably and looked anywhere but at Emma. He had, after all, just told her that only married couples saw each other in their night clothes when there she stood before him, in only a thin nightdress.

"Now I understand Ruby's outfit choices," Emma muttered.

Killian was confused by this statement, but became even more bewildered when after a few seconds her and Henry burst out in laughter.

"I don't follow," he admitted, when they had calmed down a little.

"Oh, it's just the leg thing," Emma explained. "As in, that's not a thing in our reality. Women rarely cover their entire legs unless their wearing pants because it's cold."

Killian flushed slightly at the impropriety of such a thing, yet couldn't help but feel jealous of his other self who got to live in this reality where his Swan wasn't covered head to toe.

"Imagine his face if he saw you in that pink dress you were wearing when I first met you," Henry teased, nudging Emma with his elbow.

"Hey!" Emma protested. "That was a very respectable dress! It almost reached my knees."

Killian's eyes widened. A dress that short was considered respectable? It took every bit of his self control to keep himself from imagining this pink dress or a world where such fashion was the norm.

"Look at his face!" Henry was laughing so hard his face was red.

Killian's was very red, too, but for an entirely different reason. He was beyond uncomfortable and now very much embarrassed.

Emma swatted Henry's arm lightly, "Give the poor man a break. Go on, kid, get in bed."

Henry did as he was told, but was still chuckling lowly as he did so. Killian's embarrassment lessened only slightly. His face began to feel cooler, until Emma turned her full attention on him.

Clearing his throat awkwardly, he looked around to determine where he'd sleep, to distract him. It was only then that he realized what Emma had done. She had set up their little hut just like the inns. In the inns there was one big bed and one small bed, so naturally the two of them had to share a bed. But Killian thought they were only doing that out of necessity. Now he saw that was not the case; on the floor of the hut there was a small mattress that Henry was settling into on one side and a large one on the other. Apparently, Emma saw them sleeping in the same bed as a permanent situation and didn't even mind that her lad was in the same room. Killian was not going to argue or complain. He quite fancied being able to hold her while she fell asleep and then waking up next to her.

"Killian?" Emma's voice snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up from their temporary bed to her amused face. "Did you hear me?"

"Ah, sorry, love. What was that?" He asked awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck with a sheepish smile.

She smiled that adorable closed-lip, one-sided smile at him and raised one eyebrow teasingly. "I said, are you going to suffer through another night in all that leather or would you like a handmade Emma dress to sleep in?" She waved her fingers about, causing white sparks to flutter about her.

It had been years since he had worn a nightdress to bed. Pirate couldn't be bothered with them; they just slept in whatever they had on and they usually only owned that one set of clothes. But he did remember the material being very comfortable to sleep in and it would be weird if he wore his clothes to bed when they were wearing nightclothes. Plus, he was a bit curious to see what it was like to be in one of Emma's magic clouds.

"Give it a whirl, love," he acquiesced, holding his arms out slightly as if to offer himself up to her will.

He was surprised when he wasn't suddenly encased in gray smoke. Instead, Emma glanced over at Henry cautiously. Killian followed her gaze to see that the boy was laying on his side, facing away from them and that his breath was already evening out. Killian realized that the lad was already falling asleep.

He looked back to Emma to find her only a step away from him. He sucked in a breath in surprise and then held it for a moment in anticipation of the mischievousness in her eyes.

"Sometimes, magic," her hands came up to rest on his shoulders, "can be unpredictable." He slowly let his breath out as she took one last step forward to close the distance between them. Her eyes held his and her hands slowly traveled down to undo the buttons of his shirt. She began unbuttoning his shirt as she whispered in his ear, "And I wouldn't want anything to happen to this shirt, not with how...dashing you look in it." When she undid the last button, she let her fingers run up his stomach and splayed her hands across his chest before running them up over his shoulders and down his arms, effectively taking off his shirt. "See? Much easier to just do the dirty work myself," she said with a wink.

Killian was saved from having to respond- and good thing, too, because he could hardly breathe, let alone speak- by a whirl of gray smoke. He was only in it for a second, before Emma's smiling face was before him once again, but he could almost swear that the little vortex smelled like Emma.

He was broken out of his thoughts by Emma's giggle. She was looking down at his nightshirt and he felt very exposed. Somehow, even more so than the few times he had been shirtless in front of her before.

"I never thought I'd see Killian Jones in a dress," she said quietly, so as not to disturb the boy.

"Nightshirt," he corrected, glaring playfully at her. "You've had your fun, now let's get some rest, Swan. We've still got a ways to journey, yet."

"Aye, aye, Captain!" She mock saluted him, before crawling onto the mattress and scooting over to make room for him.

He got himself settled in, unattached his hook and then pulled her into his arms. After a few minutes of silence, Killian- whether from the drowsiness of fast-coming sleep or the intoxication of holding Emma close- muttered, "To be honest, I am more amazed and enamored with you everyday, Swan."

Emma was still in his arms for a few seconds, before she turned around to face him. Her small hand cupped his face and a faint glow emanated from the other one so he could see her. She starred deeply in his eyes for a few seconds, her face looking shocked and vulnerable.

"I don't know how you do it," she whispered, her eyes searching for something in his. "You just say these huge things like they're so casual to you."

Killian shook his head slightly and interrupted her. "Do not confuse my ease of complimenting you with lack of sincerity, love. I may sound...casual, as you say, but if I do it's only because I have no doubt of your worth, and every thing I say is a fact."

"Oh, I don't mean to question you," she said, her eyes welling up with tears. "I'm just amazed by how easy it is for you to open up. I struggle everyday with everyone I love. And you have virtually no walls at all. You're an open book."

"Only when it comes to loving you," he whispered back, kissing her softly. "And, Swan? Your walls aren't some terrible thing. Protecting your heart after it's been hurt is not a fault. In fact, I quite like being the one to tear those walls down," his lips turned up in a lopsided grin.

She grinned back at him, her eyes still moist, but full of love. She pulled him down into a passionate kiss, before nuzzling her head on his chest. "I love you, Killian Jones."

"And I, you, Princess."

When they woke up the next morning, Emma happily used her magic to freshen them all up and get them back into their- now clean, thanks to magic- clothes from the day before.

"You know, this whole no shower thing might not be so bad. I can just poof us to be clean and not smelly every morning," Emma laughed happily, as she made a nice hot breakfast appear in front of them.

"How do you do it, Swan?" Killian asked with amazement as he sat down to eat.

"I don't really know," she shrugged, biting a piece of toast. Her smile morphed into a frown for a second and she glanced over at Henry worriedly, before she schooled her features, "Regina once told me that my magic was a part of me. That it's something natural and very, very powerful. So, with simple things like this, I just kind of wish the thing to appear and it does. I focus on the energy bubbling inside of me and imagine a steaming hot of coffee in my hand and-" a steaming tin cup appeared in her hand and she beamed with pride.

"Bravo, love! Well done," Killian raved, his eyes wide with awe.

"What about the nightgowns last night?" Henry asked, around a mouthful of food. He swallowed before accusing, "Did you just picture me in a dress?"

"I told you that wasn't on purpose," she looked at him pointedly. He looked down, without responding. "But to answer your question, no. I wasn't sure what they'd have in this land so I just willed you to be in something you could sleep in. I focused on my magic, pushed it out to encompass you and then kind of thought of what I wanted the end result to be; sleepwear. And you got it."

"I thought witches were supposed to know spells and potions," Killian thought aloud. He realized what he had said, a fraction of a moment too late. "Not that you're a witch, love! I just meant that, well-"

"It's alright, Killian," Emma interrupted with a smile. "I know what you meant. And the answer is they are, I guess. I just haven't really had the time to learn them, yet. When Regina was teaching me to control my magic, we were trying to defeat the Wicked Witch, so it was more about being powerful enough to fight, not knowing how to speak elvish."

Killian noticed the way both mother and son flinched at Regina's name. He didn't want them thinking too much about the past. "I suppose that makes sense," he admitted, frowning slightly at the pair's disheartened faces. "Well, let's hurry and finish this breakfast. We're burning daylight."

Within ten minutes they were on the road once more, not a trace left of the magically built and magically destroyed hut. Neither Henry nor Emma had seemed to shake off the stupor that mentioning Regina had caused, but Killian didn't want to force them into opening up if they weren't ready to, yet.

They traveled in silence for most of the day, an odd remark here or there, or a request for a rest or the water canteen was the only thing to break through the quiet between the trio.

When they made it into the port town, silence was necessary as they didn't want to draw any attention to themselves and were still on the lookout for Black Knights. It took considerably less time than Killian had assumed to secure them passage on a trade ship, which was stopping off at Arendelle for supplies along its route. The only problem was the ship wasn't leaving for a few more hours, which wasn't a long enough time to hide out in the woods, but was much too long for Killian's liking when he considered the fact that the Evil Queen was probably still after them.

Thus, they were forced to blend in with the village locals and sailors at port around them.

"Maybe we should split up," Henry suggested, as they walked around the shops and kiosks.

"That's a bad idea, kid," Emma warned. "That's when the monster starts picking people off one by one in the scary movies."

Shaking his head in confusion, Killian said, "But if they're looking for three people, isn't it better for us to split? Don't get me wrong, Swan, I don't want to leave you or the lad, but maybe that's safer."

"I don't like it," Emma countered, glancing back and forth between Killian and Henry, as if weighing her options. After a few seconds she sighed, "Fine, we'll split up. But, Henry, stay within my sights at all times. You, too, Killian. If anything happens, I need to be able to see you to poof us out of here. And here, we should all take some of the money, in case anything happens."

After divvying it up, Emma sighed again, before hugging Henry tightly and then kissing Killian roughly. It was desperate, it was passionate and it was quick. She was gone before he had a chance to return the kiss. Killian looked towards Henry to see the lad disappearing in the opposite direction of his mother.

Killian gathered his wits about him and then made himself blend in with the crowd. He kept his head low, but kept an eye out for danger. He was constantly glancing over at Emma, always making sure she was within his sights. He might not have magic, but if he saw her in any trouble he wasn't just going to let her face it by herself.

At one point, Killian let the push and pull of the crowd drag him over to a jewelry kiosk. He wasn't actually looking at any of the items, just trying to not draw attention by wandering and not shopping. But then, something caught his eye. It was a ring. A silver ring with a green gem.

He needed it. He needed to give it to her. Maybe not now, but that ring belonged on her finger. He looked at it and he knew.

Thankful that Emma had split their remaining money between the three of them, Killian called the jeweler over to ask about the ring. He was only further convinced that him finding the ring was fate by the fact that he had exactly the right amount of money for it, not a cent over.

It was meant to be. This ring called to him and it called for Emma. It belonged to her in the same way that he belonged to her.

Securing his purchase in the inside pocket of his shirt- right next to his heart- he glanced over to where he had last seen Emma. She wasn't there any more. He told himself not to panic; the plan was to move around and fit in. He scanned the surrounding area, but didn't see any sign of her. His heart started to beat a little faster. Killian walked towards the store he had seen her in front of. If only he had been paying more attention to her than to what he was doing. Now was not the time to get all sentimental and start buying wedding rings. First, he had barely known the lass a few days! Second- and more importantly- they were in danger here and he needed to be alert at all times.

He walked into the shop, but didn't see her inside. His heart was hammering away now and his palms were clammy. He would have heard it if there was any confrontation with Black Knights or the Evil Queen- right?

He practically ran outside to keep looking for her, but ran right into someone. He grabbed their arms to keep them from falling. Looking down, his heart soared with relief. It was her; it was Emma.

"Excuse me, m'lady," he said with a slight bow, to keep up appearances.

She looked relieved as well, so she had obviously noticed his disappearance, too.

"My apologies, sir," she replied with a curtsy.

That was it; that was the only comfort he got. They parted as if strangers on the street- which they were pretending to be, just in case the Queen's spies were watching. It wasn't enough. After a scare like that, he wanted to pull her into his arms and never let her go. To kiss her until all his worries were forgotten and all he could think and see and hear and feel was Emma.

There was a warmth in his chest. Where he had put the ring. It was almost like it approved of his wishes, like it was calling out for Emma to come back like he was in his mind.

He shook his head at his ridiculous thoughts. Rings didn't approve of things or call out to people. They were just rings.

Keeping an eye out for Emma and danger, Killian immersed himself back into the crowd to wait for the ship's take off.