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The seven of them stood in the cemetery, examining the headstones, each trying to decipher a meaning other than the one that actually explained their reality.
Regina spoke first. “If he wants all three of us… maybe we should spilt up,” she suggested, loosening her grip on Robin’s arm.
“Regina!” Snow objected immediately.
“Not for long,” she tsked, “just long enough to ensure that if Hades sends another Hell-beast after us, he won’t have an easy time tracking us down… at least not all at once.”
David nodded, “She’s right… we don’t have a plan or anyway to defeat Hades or go home right now. And I think some of us,” he turned toward Hook, “could really use some rest.”
Hook met his gaze and nodded lightly, “Aye. Thank you mate.”
“So what, do you just want to go home?” Snow asked incredulously.
“I don’t think our apartment is very safe… or pleasant at the moment, but you and I could go get a room at Granny’s, Hook and Emma can go to her…their house,” David choked. “And Regina- do you think your mansion is safe?” he asked.
“It should be… and I know how to protect it. Robin and I will take Henry there,” Regina answered.
Snow looked between the two of them, still doubtful. “Ok… then how long exactly do you plan for us to be apart? I don’t think we’re going to solve anything by hiding,” she finished.
“It’s almost nightfall, or what passes for it down here. Why down we plan to meet again before the morning,” Charming said, scanning the sky.
“Where?” Emma asked quietly.
“How about your house?” Her father answered. “If the gates to Hell are in the basement, that’s the best place to stage our attacks anyway.”
Emma nodded and slid an arm around Henry, giving him a side hug. “I’ll see you in the morning, kid,” she said trying to keep her lip steady as she turned Hook from the group, not noticing him reaching out to tussle the boys hair for a moment before wincing at the pain the movement caused.
Snow took a step toward their backs, but David pulled her towards him. “Granny’s is this way,” he said matter-of-factly as he turned them in another direction out of the graveyard.
“See you in the morning,” David called over his shoulder to Regina, Robin, and Henry, keeping his arm around Snow.
Robin took Regina’s arm once again, and she held Henry’s. The boys took a step forward, but then Regina said “I have a faster way.” She tightened her grip on both of them and closed her eyes. In a moment the three of them were replaced by a large puff of purple smoke.
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When they approached their house, Emma guided Hook up the few steps and through the threshold.
“I believe I was supposed to carry you over that,” Hook said with as much smirk as he could manage, “not have you help me hobble over it.”
Emma gulped and let out a forced chuckle. She attempted to pull him to the couch, but his eyes were fixated on something across the house. She followed his line of sight past the basement door and to another far to the right of her… their house. Before she could speak, he walked slowly over to it, placing his hand on the doorframe. Killian stared into the room for several moments and then turned back to the living room where she stood and he scanned the leather bassinet that sat under the unicorn mobile.
“Emma,” he muttered. “What is this room?”
Emma swallowed harshly. “Most people call it a nursery,” she answered.
“For children,” he stated, clutching his arm as he shifted his weight off the doorframe.
Emma took a few steps toward him. “Sit down. Let me look at you,” she said gesturing toward the couch.
Hook took his eyes off the nursery and sat down painfully.
“Sure you want to? Hade sort of… knocked the handsome out of me,” Hook answered, a sad smile crossing his lips.
“No one’s that powerful,” Emma brushed a piece of his hair back as she bent her leg and took a seat on the couch beside him. “But if you’re feeling self-conscious, perhaps I can help” Emma closed her eyes, trying to feel her magic. She opened them and slowly lifted her hands. “Hold still,” she urged. She moved her hands slowly. His eye was the worst injury and she hovered her hands over it for several moments, careful not to bump into his other cuts and bruises. The blood started to vanish and he was able to open his eye once more. She moved her hands more quickly over his cheek and forehead, the wounds disappearing with the movements. “There’s the Killian Jones I know,” she smiled.
Hook brought his hand to his face and ran his knuckles down his now healed cheek. Emma followed suit, brushing her hand over his face and then taking his hand in hers.
His eyes wondered back to the bassinet with the bear and tiger underneath it. She tried to stay in his sightline but he broke contact with her as he tangled his hand in hers.
“Is this what you want Emma?” Killian asked quietly.
Emma turned to look at the bassinet and then back at his face. He looked up to meet her eyes. She swallowed deeply and backed away from him on the couch. Killian sighed and took his eyes from hers again.
“I- “ Emma began. “I don’t know,” she finished. “I haven’t really thought… not until I saw all this stuff here.” She cast her gaze back at the bassinet.
“Emma…” Killian sighed. “You came down here for me, risked your family, your boy, you planned to spilt your heart with me and you still don’t know what kind of future you want with me,” he turned away from her and rose from the couch.
“Killian, I-” Emma said, getting up after him and grasping his shoulder.
He looked up to her eyes for a moment, his own misted over, “Your father was right. I need rest. Can I lay in your room?” he asked.
“Our room, Killian. And if I can join you,” Emma reached for his hand and led him up the stairs.