He woke with the dawn, the sun gently nudging him toward consciousness. As the morning went on, he performed all the necessary repairs on the Jolly and even cleaned up the cabin. About ten thirty, he heard footsteps on the ramp.

Henry called out to him as his head popped up over the railing. "Killian!"

"Hello, lad." Killian tossed his rag and wood polish into the bucket at his feet. "What can I do for you?"

"Look, I don't have a lot of time, but…Mom came to see me this morning." He fidgeted with the strap on his backpack.

"Emma did?" He grinned at the boy. Emma going to see her son had to be progress, right?

"Yeah, she said that she wants us both to come see her tonight. At her house. Said you knew where it was?" The boy raised an eyebrow and Killian flushed a deep red.

"I do." He cleared his throat. "Why does she want to see us?"

"I don't know. She literally caught up with me as I was walking to school, told me what I told you, and left." Henry sighed. "I'll meet you back here after school and you can show me where she lives. That you somehow know about. See ya."

As the boy headed down the ramp, Killian jogged across the deck and into his cabin. As expected, Emma was lounging on his bed, yet again.

"So, Swan, is this a good visit or a bad visit?" He dropped into the chair across from his bed.

"Depends on your reaction." She said, examining her nails.

"To?"

"Well, last night was just ever so thrilling." Her eyes traveled from her nailbeds straight to his crotch. "But, it also meant I got what I wanted. You gave into me last night, Pirate. Now, I've got a new game in mind."

"What's that?" Her words stung like tiny daggers, and his voice betrayed it.

"Oh, don't look so wounded, dear. It's a simple game. I want you and Henry with me. Now that Regina is off doing her goody-goody things, I don't think it's a good idea for him to be with her anymore. David and Mary Margaret are no better."

"So, you want your son. Understandable. Why me?" He crossed his arms, scowling at her.

"Oh, you'll see tonight." She was up in a flash, moving across the room to straddle Killian. She wove her arms around his neck and leaned in to brush a soft kiss across his cheek. "You ever tell anyone I said this and I won't think twice about ripping out your poor little heart. Last night was incredible. You always have been."

She shoved up off of his lap and and threw him a villainous grin. "See you tonight."

His phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out and something called a "text message" lit up the screen.

Belle: Granny's in 10.

Shrugging, he tied up a few loose ends on the Jolly and made the quick walk into town. She was already seated at one of the booths in the back, nursing a cup of tea.

He slid into the seat across from her and frowned as he got a good look at his new friend.

"Doing alright, Belle?" He asked quietly.

"Mmm. Might have had a little too much to drink last night." She took a sip of her tea and winced at the small sound it made when she placed the cup back on the saucer. He pulled the cup to himself and added a large helping of rum from his flask.

"There you go." He said, pushing the cup back to her. "You'll feel better soon."

They chatted for almost an hour before the subject of Emma came up.

"What do you think she's going to say tonight?" Belle asked, popping a fry into her mouth.

"I've got no idea. I don't know what to think. The fact that she wants Henry with her is terrifying enough. He's a good lad, with a good head on his shoulders, but it would still be a mistake for him to live with her. She's made it very obvious that she has no plans to change, as much as I'd like her to."

Belle put her hand on his arm. "Killian, please don't give up. Yes, she is still the Dark One, and of course it wasn't going to change overnight. But you made progress. That's incredible."

"I suppose. But this is getting ridiculous. I've got the feeling she's going to try and pull a dark version of what that Ice Bitch tried to do. Except instead of sisters she'd get a son and a whatever the hell I am." He took a sip from his flask.

"I promise you, it's going to be okay. You've got friends on your side this time. Now, have you spoken to Emma's parents?"

"Not since the meeting. They made it pretty clear how they feel." Killian sighed, leaning back against the cracked vinyl.

"You may want to reconsider. Sure, they're upset and unsure of how to deal with Emma, but so are you. They've got no idea how to react. This is a situation that calls for allies, not enemies."

"Yeah, alright." He tossed a few bills onto the table and stood. "Thanks, Belle. I'll go speak to David at the station. Somehow I feel like he'll be the easier one to convince."

He took a deep breath as he opened the door, entering the Storybrooke Sheriff's station. David sat at one of the desks on the far side of the room, engaged in conversation with Will Scarlet, who just happened to be in one of the cells. Strange. He made a mental note to check in with Belle.

When David turned to see Killian, his expression immediately became stony.

"Hook."

"David. May I speak with you?"

"Yeah." He turned to the cell and unlocked the door. "Will, drunk in public is bad. Please remember that. Next time I have to rescue you from Moe French, you'll be spending more than one night here." The thief gave an apologetic smile to the sheriff and bolted from the room. David spun to face Killian. "What can I do for you?"

"I'm going to tell you everything I've learned about your daughter in the past few days and you're going to listen. Enough is enough."

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