Once Upon A Time: It's complicated

Uncle Jones

Killian turns around, his mouth hanging open in shock. An expression of  complete disbelief is clear in his grey-blue eyes.
"Wait," he splutters. "You've known about this for all this time and didn't tell me?"
"I didn't know either!" I exclaim. A surge of betrayal rushes through me as I glance over at Snow White, wondering how my sweet, caring mother could hide the truth for so long. She may have had her reasons, but there is no reason big enough to lie about something as serious as this, about her family, Killian's family...my family.
"But why did you never tell me you had a sister?!" I scream at her, unable to control my frustration.
"I don't know, I guess it's because I never even knew her. She ran away before I was born, you know."
This was answered by a grumpy chorus of, "We KNOW"s from the dwarves crowded around us, desperate to hear some juicy gossip to spread around Storybrooke.
"I can't believe Liam never told me about this! I mean, we weren't together for long after I went to Neverland, but in that short time we told each other practically everything!"
It seems that Killian has picked up on my anger, which is only fuelling mine. I feel a tingling spread across my arms, and see a red glow. Oh no. My power. I control it now, but occasionally, when I feel very strongly, it goes out of hand. Usually it's when I feel happy or upset, and the magic that I produce has something to do with my mood. Now that I'm angry I don't know what will happen.
Killian grabs my hand. "You have to control it, love," he says in a low voice. My mother tries to take my other hand, but I slap it away.
Sparks fly from my hands and they glow a deep, burning red. Killian jumps back as the glowing embers fizz and crackle, and I slam my hand down on the table to try and make it stop.
"Emma," says a sharp voice behind me, making me jump. I turn and it is Regina talking, wearing too much eyeliner (as usual).
"What?!" I snap, whirling back round to face my mother.
"This is how it starts," says Regina in a calm tone, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. "You get angry and your magic starts playing up. Then you find that you love the feeling and become addicted. Then your heart will go dark and you'll end up like Mr Gold. And believe me, no one wants that. Don't let the darkness consume you again, we had enough trouble bringing you back the first time." My magic starts to slow down and I apologise to my mother for hitting her. Oh my god, I'm the same age as her and I'm acting like her four year old child.
"So..... What are we going to do?" I ask Killian, nervously. I don't want to hear his answer , in case it is what I think it's going to be. But we can't just ignore this big obstacle, unless his answer is what I hope.
After what seems like an eternity he answers.
"I don't think there is anything we can do, love. What is done is done."
The room falls silent. I look around, and David says,
"We can all just forget about this. Things should go back to the way they were.
I glance over at Hook, who is nervously twiddling his rings.
Despite all the kind words I know things aren't going to be the same...ever.
Not now anyway, not now that we know the truth.
Not now that we know that Liam's wife was the long lost sister of Snow White.
My mother.
Killian Jones is  my uncle.