I own nothing except my delusions.

Emma walked down the street, her coat pulled tight around her body to block out the brisk cold air of late fall as she walked back home, some groceries in hand for the night. The streets weren't too crowded in the later hour, making it easier for her to move around. She was thankful the store they relied on wasn't too far from their apartment, but it still wasn't as easy as it had been back in Storybrooke.

Not paying attention to the people she was passing, she didn't notice Walsh until he was right in front of her.

"Excuse- oh, I didn't think I'd be seeing you again, Emma," Walsh said, a wide grin stretched across his face.

She eyed him suspiciously, instantly feeling uncomfortable. "Yeah, what a coincidence. I'm sorry, I can't talk right now. I need to go."

"It will only take a second," he called out as she stepped away. "I wanted to apologize for my behavior when we first met. I'd really like to take you out to make up for it."

Emma spun on her heel, glaring at him. She quickly remembered her cover story the first time she met Walsh. "In case you forgot, I have a boyfriend, who I'm very happy with, so sorry, but I'm not interested. He's actually waiting for me at home, so if you'll excuse me, I need to leave."

She turned away, walking away from him quickly, hoping he'd leave her alone. Though she couldn't exactly point it out, something about him put her on edge, made her think of a dangerous wild animal. Despite her foul mood due to the encounter, she chuckled when she remembered Killian's monkey comparison.

She couldn't help glancing behind her as she moved further away, relaxing slightly when she didn't see Walsh following her, but she knew she wouldn't be completely relaxed until she was back in the safety of her apartment with Henry and Killian. She quickened her pace, eager to get back to them.

Walking up to the building, she made her way up to the apartment, stepping through the door as she felt her self completely relax. Setting down the bags, she saw Henry sitting on the couch, controller in hand as he kept his eyes glued to his game.

"Hey kid," Emma called, drawing his attention.

Jumping slightly, Henry paused his game, turning back to look at her, smiling. "Hey Mom. I didn't hear you."

She chuckled. "I can tell. Did you pass level twenty-four yet?"

"You're talking to a level thirty knight," he announced proudly, rising up to meet her in the kitchen.

"Someone's been busy," she laughed as Henry began helping her put everything out. She glanced around, noticing Killian hadn't come out when she came back. "Where's Killian?"

"Up on the roof," he said, shrugging. "He said he just wanted to be outside for a minute."

She nodded. "Okay. I'll go get him before I start dinner. Go ahead and go back to your game for now."

Not being needed to be told twice, Henry darted back to his game, immediately starting it up, filling the room with the dim sounds of swords clashing.

Smiling fondly, Emma shook her head at her son as she walked back out the door, heading to the stairs that lead her up to the roof.

She immediately spied Killian, his dark silhouette standing out against the night sky. His back was turned to her, his head tilted up slightly toward the sky. She saw that he had his false hand on instead of his hook, looking to keep up appearances. He didn't look back to see her, but she knew he knew she was there.

"Hey," she said as she came to stand beside him, looking up at him. "Everything okay out here?"

"Aye, love," he responded, looking down briefly before looking at her, smiling.

She raised her brow skeptically, knowing he wasn't telling her the truth.

He scratched behind his ear nervously. "I wanted to see if I could see the night sky is all."

Emma's brow softened. "That won't be easy here. It's too light to really see any stars."

He nodded, his voice taking on a slightly melancholy tone. "I know. This isn't the best place for stargazing."

Nodding, she was quiet while she watched Killian as he turned his head to look out back toward the city below them. She suddenly wondered how he felt about the city, if he was even happy living in New York.

"Killian?" she asked gently. "Do you even like it here?"

He didn't respond for a moment before answering, looking back at her. "You and Henry do. And I know this is where Henry wanted to live."

She immediately understood what he didn't say outright, that he didn't like the city and was silent about it because she and Henry did.

"You know you could have said something," she told him, her voice soft.

He shook his head. "It's fine, Swan. Henry chose this place, and I don't want to take that away from him. Besides," he smiled widely, "I'm nothing if not adaptable."

Emma released a slight chuckle before dropping her voice. "I know it's gotta be different from what you're used to, between the Enchanted Forest and Neverland."

He nodded, his smile slipping. "It is. It's a lot louder than I'm used to, especially at night. And not being able to see the night sky. But I'll admit, this world really does have some conveniences."

"Like no Chimera?" she teased.

She smiled when he gave a small laugh. "That definately is a benefit. Though that bologna is even worse. I don't see how the lad can eat it."

"You know, we can always go somewhere sometime that's darker and quieter," she told him, sounding hopeful. "Even if just for a weekend."

His smile returned. "That actually sounds really good. Though I don't imagine it would be too hard to find somewhere quieter."

Emma released a small laugh, knowing he was right.

She leaned slightly towards as she stood by him, feeling the warmth radiating from his body in the cool night air.

Holding his eyes, she tilted her head slightly, leaning towards him. His own expression soft, he began to move closer to her before stopping, letting her decide.

Just as she started to move to close the distance between them, the door opened, making them both flinch back.

"Hey, is everything okay up here?" Henry asked, oblivious to what was going on.

Nodding, Emma looked at her son. "Yeah. Go ahead and go back inside. We'll be in in just a second, kid."

"Alright," he nodded, going back down and closing the door behind him.

Shaking herself from almost kissing Killian, she looked over at him, seeing he was looking at where Henry disappeared.

"I need to go back down," she told him, slightly stepping away to go back down the stairs, not able to look him in the eye. "I need to start making dinner before Henry starts to look for the Pop-Tarts."

He nodded, shadowing her. "Need a hand?"

Happy for the help, she nodded. "Yeah."

Moving past her, he pulled the door, holding it open for her and stepped through when she had already began to decend the stairs. As soon as they were back in the apartment, he disappeared into his room, reappearing without his jacket as he twisted his hook into place. He stood beside her at the counter, moving with her to prepare the food.

The simple domesticity she shared with Killian had still surprised her. She never expected the pirate to easily fall into step with her and Henry, often sharing household chores with them.

Emma leaned back against the counter as the marinara sauce simmered in the pot on the stove, watching Henry as he played his game. Killian leaned beside her, resting his hand at his belt as he trailed his eyes over to Henry.

"I really don't understand the appeal of the video box," he mused quietly.

"It's something to do for fun," she told him.

He shrugged.

"Plus I think a lot of it has to do with how old fashioned you are," she teased, smiling.

He cracked his own smile. "Well, Swan, what do you expect? I am three-hundred years old."

"Yeah, you're ancient," she laughed.

"Yet I've retained my youthful glow," he teased back with a florish of his hand, chuckling.

She shook her head as she checked the stove, beginning the rest of the dinner when she saw the sauce was ready. They quickly finished and sat down at the table as Henry turned off his game, joining them.

"I saw that guy from the furniture place, Walsh, on my way back from the store," Emma said, nearly forgetting to tell them.

"Wasn't he the one you said reminded you of a monkey?" Henry asked Killian curiously, his brow pinched together.

"Yeah, he's the one," Killian confirmed, smiling as he nodding at Henry before looking back at Emma. "What did he say, love?"

"He wanted to apologize, then he asked me out again," she said, her tone uneasy. "There's just something about him that seems... off. But I can't say what it is exactly."

"Aye, I got that sense too when we had our interactions with him," Killian said.

"Do you guys think he's dangerous?" Henry asked nervously.

"I don't know, kid," Emma said, immediately looking at him, her voice reassuring. "But you don't have to worry. We won't let anything happen to you."

"I know," he said confidently, looking between his mother and Killian.

Emma glanced at Killian, seeing him locking eyes with her and nodding, silently promising her he would protect Henry. She nodded in return, giving him a small smile in thanks.

"So," Henry said, his tone perking up. "Any new plans for Operation Bluebird?"

Smiling wider, Emma shook her head, ready to begin their plans for finding Storybrooke again.

Teaser: Henry raised his brow skeptically, giving him a knowing smile. "Sure that's all."