Chapter 12: Fatherly Advice

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Killian froze. Emma couldn't watch whatever was about to happen between David and Killian. David looked confused and then looked back and forth between Emma in her white robe and the shirtless Killian. He managed to keep his mouth closed but he did indeed turn bright red.

"I... I was sent to get you, uh Emma," Killian moved quietly to the side as David walked in. Emma saw Killian slightly smirk as if he achieved something. "Regina thinks she might've found something," he said still red in the face. She couldn't tell if it was from embarrassment, anger, or a combination of the two.

"Great," she said awkwardly. "Give us about an hour to get ready," she told him.

"Mhm," David said clenching his jaw. He turned to walk out the door. As he did, Killian stopped him handing him his flask. David chugged it, made a face, and stuffed back in Killian's hand. David nodded once and walked out as Killian stuck his head in the hallway calling after him.

"You know she's old enough mate," he said smiling slyly.

David didn't look back but shouted, "still my daughter, Hook. Still my daughter." Killian closed the door. Emma laid her head down on the table and started laughing. This is just what they needed on top of everything going on. David knowing that Killian had indeed spent the night. She stood and walked to her bedroom.

"I'm gonna take a shower," she said. He picked up his shirt putting it on.

"Great," he took one last drink of coffee. Emma chuckled before Killian raised his eyebrow at her. "I'll join you," he concluded as the corners of her lips curled into a smile.

After their little rendezvous in the shower, Emma put on skinny jeans, a shirt with a scarf and her red leather jacket. She walked back out and poured herself more coffee. Killian walked out a couple minutes later in his usual leather getup.

"Shall we?" He asked opening the door. Emma walked out wrapping her hand around his. They walked out the door and down to Emma's car. Getting in, they drove down the street to the cemetery. To Regina's vault. It was time they got her son and brother back. They pulled into the cemetery parking beside David's truck. Emma opened the door to the vault and they walked down the stairs towards the sound of voices.

"Regina! You down here?" Emma shouted down the steps.

"Yeah," she yelled from the bottom of the steps. "It's about time you two showed up!" Emma rolled her eyes.

"We were getting ready, Regina," Emma stated bluntly. As they reached the bottom of the steps, Emma turned to see Regina sitting with Belle, David, and Mary Margaret.

"Good lord, what were you doing this morning that made you an hour late?" Regina raised her eyebrow scolding them. Killian turned his head giving a discrete wink towards Emma. She smacked him in the stomach as if to tell him to stop. David's smile disappeared, and he sat with his arms crossed glaring at Hook. Mary Margaret looked confused glancing back and forth between her husband and Hook. She shook her head and handed Emma the paper she was holding.

"This is what we've found so far," Mary Margaret rubbed her bloodshot eyes, "it's a potion. It's almost exactly like the locator spell. You pour it on one of Henry's belongings and it'll bring you to him," she yawned. Emma furrowed her eyebrows as Hook stood over her shoulder looking at the paper.

"Then why don't we just use the locator spell?" Emma asked confused. "It seems a lot more simple than this," she gestured toward the paper she held trying to read all of the gibberish sprawled on the crinkly, thin paper.

"See, that's the the thing," Belle said, "I was looking around in the library and I came across this book with locator spells," she held up a thick book and flipped through the pages, "Because it's so simple, Rumple will know we're using the spell and relocate the children. This spell is so complicated that if Regina tells you how to enchant it, he won't know that we're using it," Belle pointed to the picture of the potion and its ingredients. Hook narrowed his eyes.

"How do we know that we can trust you?" David asked.

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