Summary: S3 Canon Divergence – What if things don’t go quite as planned outside of the police station in NYC? What will it take to make Emma believe? (Rated T)
“Trust your gut, Swan, it will tell you what to do.”
“Henry always says that.”
“Then if you won’t listen to me, listen to your boy.”
There’s a brief moment, a flicker really, where it seems as though she will take the vial from his outstretched fingers. But, her hand freezes in mid-air as her gaze drops to her feet and he knows she’s chosen not to believe.
“I’m sorry, I just…I can’t.”
He lets her run. If he’s learned anything of her up until now it’s that pushing won’t get him anywhere. She has to decide this on her own. As he watches the red of her jacket (the wrong red, but red nonetheless) disappear around the corner he does his best to not let defeat crush his quest. He’s waited a bloody year to see this woman again and he’s not about to give up. One thing over two centuries of chasing the same goal has taught him is patience, especially in the face of insurmountable odds.
“Excuse me?”
Recognition has the tiny hairs along his neck rising before he even turns towards the young voice at this back.
Henry. He’s grown a few inches, the chubbiness of his cheeks less prominent and his stance more confident that Killian remembers it being before. The lad is not a little kid anymore.
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