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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE-Town Hall
"WOULD EVERYBODY CALM DOWN?" Emma yelled at the top of her lungs from the stage in the town hall. The room was in a panic wondering what new found evil was making its way into Storybrooke.
"Love, don't push yourself," Killian laid his hand on Emma's shoulder.
"I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF KILLIAN!" Emma snapped, brushing his hand away. Everyone's eyes landed on them, silent.
"Mom, he is just trying to help," Henry said timidly.
"I know…It's just hard. She's our daughter, Killian, and we just let her walk into who knows what. What kind of parents are we?" Emma's eyes were filled with tears.
"You and Killian are great parents! You heard Kendra talking about how I turn out in the future, and just look at her. You can't tell me or anyone in this room that you are bad parents for raising your daughter so she is willing to lay her own life down for the people she cares about," Henry said confidently. "I am so lucky to have two great moms and two great dads."
Killian smiled at Henry, putting his arm around him. "Thank you for that, Henry. I couldn't be prouder to get to call you my son. Emma, you should listen to your lad, he knows what he is talking about."
"I do have a pretty great family," Emma sighed, waiting for a snarky remark from her pirate.
"That's right love, a growing family full of dashing, cunning, pirates. What more could you ask for?" Killian smirked. Emma rolled her eyes. There was the humble rapscallion she married. "Now, would everyone listen to what the sheriff has to say?" All of the worried expressions shifted to lock on Emma. "Take it away, love."
"Thank you, Killian. Look, I don't know exactly what is going on, but know that the town is in good hands."
"How do we know we can trust this girl? No one even knows who she is," Granny yelled from the back of the crowd.
"You heard what she said in the diner. She's their daughter," Leroy argued from the other side of the room.
"And we're supposed to believe that?" Granny called back.
"Yes, you are," Emma interrupted. "Kendra is my daughter, and if I believe her, you should too. My superpower is never wrong."
"She had a great magic teacher. My sister can take care of herself. She was trained to protect Storybrooke along with Belle's daughter, Colette," Henry added.
"How did they get here? Isn't time travel impossible?" Ruby asked.
"Kendra's magic is unique. In addition to making the portal that brought you all to safety, she can also create portals through time," Emma looked at Henry to confirm what she was saying about her future daughter.
"What Mrs. Jones is saying is true." Regina walked into the town hall with Robin, Roland, and Oliver. "That blonde spitfire is their daughter all right."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Killian spat.
"Wait, mom, how do you know Kendra?" Henry looked puzzled.
"I met her snooping in my vault. The girl broke into it and went through all of my belongings. Then she had the audacity to attack me," Regina growled.
"Is that how Kendra got all of that…" Emma quickly put her hand over Henry's mouth to avoid the news of dark magic in their daughter causing a panic in the townsfolk.
"Regina, I am sorry my daughter broke into your vault, but we can discuss that issue later. Please make yourself useful and put a protection spell around the building," Emma sighed, too exhausted to do it herself.
"Look who needs saving now, Savior." Regina handed Oliver to Robin before heading to put the protection spell around the town hall.
Mary Margaret and David rushed in, Neal gripping tightly to their hands. "The best thing we can do now is have hope. Heroes always find a way to come out on top, you'll see," Mary Margaret reassured the townsfolk. Everyone in the room nodded, beginning to settle down.
"Love, a heart filled with darkness and a want for revenge causes one to act irrationally. I would know. But, if anyone can turn away from the darkness, it will be our daughter," Killian whispered to Emma, gathering her in his arms.
"Killian, I feel like I am going to lose her, just like I lose everyone else," tears rolled down Emma's cheeks.
"I am still here, Emma, I will always be here, and if Kendra is anything like her father, she is a survivor as well," Killian rubbed circles on Emma's back.
"I thought I wouldn't have to worry about any of this anymore. I guess a simple happy ending just isn't in the cards for the Savior," Emma buried her head into his shoulder.
"I assume that means you've found your happy ending. And if I may ask, what is your happy ending?" Killian said jokingly.
"You know that answer. It is the same as it was before." Emma pulled back from her pirate, smiling through the tears. "It's you."
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