Chapter 47: Crystal Clear

"Once upon a time a song inspired them be brave. They gave me up because my fate was as the one who'd save. The world from your dark magic and the wicked things you do. They placed a song inside my heart more powerful than you."

Emma lifts her head from the pillow and moans slightly. Killian reacts the same way, rolling away from the sound and putting a pillow over his head. While he enjoyed his Swan's singing, he didn't need to hear it so early in the morning. Her phone is singing and buzzing on her nightstand. She just wants to ignore it and go back to sleep; being pregnant has taken a lot of energy from her and she wants to sleep in as long as possible. This is why she lets Killian take the morning shifts since as a sailor, he was usually up before dawn anyways and she often had to deal with her morning sickness, so she didn't exactly feel 100% until closer to noon. But, they usually didn't have such a complicated situation that they do right now. A bunch of teenagers, realms away from home and in need of help from them. With several grunts, she reaches over, past a framed photo of her, Henry, and Killian on her son's graduation day, and answers.

"Hello?"

"Emma?" Crystal's voice says, sounding slightly annoyed on the other end. "I'm sorry to wake you so early but you have to come and get your son."

"My son? Henry's should be in his room…" the blonde mutters, still half-asleep and not thinking clearly.

"No, your other son with the name that also starts with H…"

"Harry?" Emma says, sitting up, now more awake than before. "He's at your place?"

"Oh, not just at my place, he made himself right at home; eating my food, using up my hydro, sleeping in my bed, and basically invading into my personal space. You're lucky I didn't shove him through a wall."

"So why is he still there?"

"Because I figured it was better to keep him in one place, so we don't have to track him down later. He slept in the unfinished part of my building. Now, will you please come and get him?"

"Why does it have to be us?"

"Because until we can send these guys back to where they belong, he's your son… or half-son so, therefore, he is your responsibility. Plus, you are the law enforcement in town and he has been breaking and entering. I'm not pressing charges, but I want him out!"

Emma sighs. "Okay fine, we'll be over soon."

"Take your time, especially if you get morning sickness, but we do have to meet up to figure all this crap out."

"Agreed," the Saviour moans before hanging up.

"What was that all about?" Killian asks, rolling over, knowing this likely involved him.

"Your son from another realm broke into Crystal's apartment and apparently was trying to make her lose her sanity."

"My son?" Killian says, almost with a playful smile on his face. "How do we know he's also not yours? I could have remembered that bar wench I kissed."

"So, you've said, but it's mostly because the stalking aspect, the apparent relentless pursuit of a woman who is not interested, and the lack of boundaries comes from your side of the family," she says, trying to sound annoyed.

"I'll concede to the first two things being correct, but the violation of boundaries thing was certainly not one of my methods. But you do have to admit Love, that my methods did work…" He grabs her arm and begins kissing his way to her shoulder. "And he certainly has my dashingly good looks to want to pursue a fine lass." Emma feels goosebumps form on her skin as his soft lips press endlessly against her skin, she pulls the strap of her tank top up before swatting a pillow at her husband as he chuckles and continues to kiss her shoulder.

"From a world where fairy tales exist, the endless pursuit might work if it's true love. But like me, Crystal's grown up in the real world and what he's doing borderlines on stalking, which is illegal. Plus, with her history of bad ex-boyfriends, I can't blame her for wanting Harry out of her home."

"Aye," Killian says. "The lad seems to lack a lot of things; control of himself and his anger being just a few things."

"How do you know that?" Emma says, beginning to comb the knots out of her hair with her fingers.

"When you're fighting a person and face the prospect of death at the end of someone's blade, you can see a person's true nature begin to appear in their eyes and their movements. Harry has a lot of anger within himself, perhaps a lot is directed towards his father and being imprisoned on an island for so long, but the Lad is also sad and afraid."

"Of what?"

"I can only guess but of rejection by his mates, perhaps by another woman."

"Well, he certainly seems to take rejection well if he keeps hitting on Crystal."

Killian suddenly realizes something. "Perhaps, like me, he sensed a challenge, saw her as something to be pursued because she closes off most people."

Emma smiles, remembering their conversation while climbing the beanstalk, how he enjoyed a challenge, saw her as an open book, and asked if she'd ever been in love. "She's certainly better than me. I mean she actually gets Rumple to say 'I love you' to her, even Leroy will give her a hug and that takes some skill."

"She likely has the crocodile's charm, but her mother's genuine warmth," Killian nods. "But like you, Crystal has been unlucky in love and is more cautious about letting people into her life, especially towards a lad who flirts with her while he's holding people hostage and breaks into her apartment."

Emma nods, pushing some hair behind her ear. She had never taken the time to see how much her and Crystal's love lives were alike. Both of them had fallen in love and both had had their hearts broken through betrayal… at least the daughter of the Dark One didn't go to jail as the Saviour did, while pregnant too. And now it seemed, they were both pursued by pirates… by Captain Hook or a descendant of him. The only difference was, Crystal was much more willing to accept love than Emma ever did and was more eager to forgive and fix things. Despite the anger, she'd felt towards Rumple for all the thing's he'd done to her and her mother; the young girl had allowed herself to forgive and build something with him than Emma first did with her parents. The Saviour knew that love sucked… a lot, but she'd managed to find true love, why couldn't Crystal?

"I think we should go over and take him out of there, for his sake and to let her cool down," she says, getting out of bed to begin the day.

"Aye," the pirate agrees, rolling off the mattress and helps his wife make the bed.

While the couple got ready for the day, there was still something in the back of both their minds… should they try to connect with Harry? After all, he was at least Killian's son and the kid seemed to be just as lost as the two of them had been. Would it be good practice for when their baby came? The thought makes them both nervous and questions whether the teenager would even accept them as his parents. There was also the concern about where these kids will stay. Granny's is not big enough for everyone and no doubt Whale will want them out of the hospital soon. Maybe the convent could help with that problem as the two take turns in the shower and then prepare to go pick up their "son."

…

Meanwhile, Crystal has dressed after making her call to Emma and Killian and gets ready for the day. She hesitates at the trap door leading downstairs, knowing that her uninvited house guest is still down there.

A shudder goes up to her spine, the fact that he'd been looking through her photos and helping himself to whatever was available in her place is extremely violating. She also doesn't understand why this guy keeps trying to hit on her… what was it about her that made her so desirable? She'd had a string of exes whom obviously didn't see what he sees and weren't willing to stick around. Plus the one guy she did love left without a trace, so why was he pursuing her?

She takes down the enchantment, lifts the handle up and only descends a few steps, peering into the empty space beneath her apartment.

Harry Hook has made himself a little space in the corner by the door. His hat and fake hook are hanging on a stray nail above him, while his cutlass is perched against the wall next to the glass of water she'd provided him with, which was now empty. His face is still buried in the pillow, in fact, he seems to be cuddling it tightly. Had this guy never had a pillow before? He also has a blanket pulled up securely around his body as if trying to comfort himself during the night.

For a moment, Crystal just watches him. She can see the muscles tense in his arms as he hugs the pillow, they look big, strong, and well-built. For a split-second, she wonders if he's well-built everywhere. He looks almost angelic as he sleeps, moaning every so often. She can definitely see the "Killian genes" in this guy and she'd always found the one-handed pirate quite attractive. She'd once had a silly school-girl crush on him, but once the two became close to the point of being family, the crush faded away. However, seeing the alternate offspring of her close friend has brought those new feeling. He wasn't hard to look at and there was a certain charm to his madness…

She suddenly snaps out of her daydream, remembering that he'd broken into her house, had held several innocent people at sword-point, and was generally a bit unstable… but then again, so was she, she was the daughter of Rumpelstiltskin after all.

"Hey Harry," she says quietly, deciding its time for him to wake up.

The guy merely moans and turns over, trying to ignore her voice.

"Harry, wake up," she says a bit louder.

"Leave me alone," he mutters like any typical teenager would.

"Do you want food?" she offers, grinding her teeth together.

He turns over a bit and lifts his head from the pillow.

"Food?"

"Yeah, Emma and Killian are coming to pick you up, but we're all going to go to Granny's for breakfast."

"Never heard of his Granny's, who is she? I also don't have a grandmother… at least I don't tink I do."

"It's the name of a restaurant,"

"Like Ursula's Fish and Chips?"

Crystal bites her lip, feeling she needs the complete context. "Uh… sure just like that."

"All right then," he says, sitting up and pushing the blanket away. He begins to prepare himself for the day and the girl cannot help but watch as his muscles bulge slightly as he puts his leather vest and belt back on. Her cheeks flush slightly.

"Real nice o' ye to let me bade here the last nicht," he says.

"Well," she sighs heavily. "Despite the fact that you broke into my place, I wasn't going to let you roam the streets all night or have you find a park bench to sleep on."

"Much appreciated Lassie," he says, grabbing his hat and hook. "I owe ye an apology for enterin' yer place witout permission."

"You're lucky I didn't throw you completely through the wall, because where I come from entering someone's place without their knowledge is a crime and you can be arrested for it."

"Are ye made to walk the plank?"

"No, but you spend time in the… brig," she says, deciding to explain things in a way that Harry would understand.

The two remain in silence for a few minutes, not really sure how to go from there. Suddenly, Crystal blurts out a random question.

"Why do you continue to stalk me?"

"Stalk?" he asks, confused.

"Like follow me around and… flirt with me…"

"I find ye a right pretty lass, a good head on her shoulders too, not afraid of anything."

"Except myself," she mutters under her breath. She then looks into his bright blue eyes. "But why not pursue someone closer to your own age."

"I'm 18 years auld, but tey do say I'm spritely en yunger for me age,"

"Same with me," she admits. "I'm 21, but I can still pass for a teenager."

"You are a Fountain of Youth Love," he says, raising an eyebrow.

Crystal turns away to hide the blush. "But why do you keep hitting on me when I've said over and over that I'm not interested?"

"Women are a challenge, I challenge I enjoy…"

"But usually when women say no, they mean no,"

"True, but most don't say no… in fact, you're one o' two who've rejected my flirtations."

"Who's the first?"

Before they can talk any further, a horn honks outside. Crystal can see through the window that it's the yellow bug, with husband and wife behind the wheel.

"That'll be them, let's go if you want something to eat," she says, conjuring up her book bag and jean jacket. She walks past him, trying to avoid his hypnotic eyes again and undoes the spell that had surrounded her door to keep the son of Captain Hook in.

"A woman who's foggy, but also crystal clear... that's what I like the most," Harry mutters to himself as he follows the girl out the door.

A/N: Anyone recognize the song at the beginning of the chapter that is Emma's ringtone? Please review.