Emma is the Dark One. Killian is a Captain in the Navy. Henry just wants to get back to Storybrooke. Jump in to my S4 Season Finale spec fic. Special thanks to always-comment-on-the-mutton and kiralamouse for running head canons with me and helping me sort through the plot! It is a 10000x better because of you guys.
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No beta all mistakes are mine!
I split the final chapter into two because it was super long.
Henry hefted and swung his sword viciously at the man shaped target. The sword sliced through the straw and bit deep into the wood beneath with a satisfying thunk. He brushed back his hair from his sweaty brow and grunted as he pulled the sword back. It felt good to be out of the castle, in the warm sunshine, and taking out his frustration on the poor straw man.
Things had been going so well. Emma had been responding; changing a little each day. She had moved them out of the dungeon, had started asking for specific stories and spending time with the Captain. Then she had asked Killian to that special dinner and everything had changed.
Initially Henry had been hurt at being excluded from the invitation but he had, at Killian’s urging, put away his jealousy in the name of completing Operation Swan and getting back to Storybrooke. But something had happened that night and now it had been four days with no contact from Emma. He had scoured the castle but she was either gone or hiding. Henry knew what it meant when Emma ran away and he became desperate to know what had changed. He had tried asking Killian what happened several times but every conversation was a repeat of their first.
It was the morning after the dinner and Henry had waited for Killian to tell his story. When they were half way through breakfast and the Captain still hadn’t volunteered the information Henry asked him.
“So what happened?”
“What?” Killian furrowed his brow.
“Last night. Dinner. What happened?” Henry waited expectantly.
Killian shook his head. “Nothing lad. It was just a dinner.”
Henry sighed dramatically. “Killian you promised to tell me.”
The Captain’s jaw clenched “It’s none of your concern Henry.”
The dismissal in his voice made Henry snap. “None of my concern? This whole thing is my mission! It’s my Mom, my…”
Killian stood abruptly, knocking his chair away from their small table. “I can’t talk about this with you.” he said and stalked out of the room.