Captain Swan - Wild at Heart

Chapter Nine

Notes:

I decided to divide the final chapter into two parts because it ended up being too long. I don't know why I thought I could cram it all into one chapter. The other part is almost finished, I just have to add a couple of scenes, and will be posted soon.

Thank You, Rouhn, for looking it over and pointing out my mistakes.

Hope you all have a happy thanksgiving!

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Emma was still fuming with anger when she reached Storybrooke; she had actually trusted Killian and thought he was a good guy at heart, but she had been so wrong. Her eyes were swelling up with tears as she pulled off of a highway. She couldn't believe that he had already known everything about her when they met. It wasn't a chance meeting; he had tracked her down, watched her the whole time she was in Boston and followed her to the airport. She had been correct before when she had accused him of stalking her!

Maybe she'd given Walsh a reason to be suspicious and maybe she had been wrong to sneak around behind his back; for him to hire someone to spy on her was completely absurd, but maybe it was more difficult for her to be upset with Walsh because she was not emotionally attached to him. She was in love with Killian , and he turned out to be a fraud! She didn't even know if the money was for Sophie and her family; he probably made the whole thing up!

Emma expelled a long, heavy sigh as she turned down her street. She tried to breathe and cool down before she got home; she wasn't mad at her parents, in fact she felt completely horrible for lying and tricking them.

Reaching the house and pulling into the long, winding driveway, she took in another deep breath. Emma swallowed thickly and put the car into the park before turning off the engine. She wasn't sure what exactly she was going to say to them, but at least now she was home.

Taking a few more moments to compose herself, she got out of the bug and made her way to the front door. Her stomach was in knots as she walked up the steps. She stared blankly at the familiar door; her hands were unsteady as she reached for the knob and gently turned it, slowly pushing the door open.

As she looked around the foyer, everything was all too strange to her, even after being gone for only a week and a half, but she missed being home. She didn't even realize exactly how much until she saw the paintings and photos on the wall, the shiny white floor, and the tables with beautiful potted plants that had been there since she was a child. Everything she saw brought back so many memories, and suddenly the idea of having to leave again made her stomach twist.

"Emma?" The sound of her mother's voice was comforting; it magically soothed the muscles in her body which had been so tense the entire drive there. "You're home?"

Turning around, a wide smile took over Emma's lips. She had never been so happy to see her until that moment. However, when she saw the concerned features on her mother's face, her stomach instantly plummeted, strings pulling at her heart. She hated herself for causing her parents misery. She hated causing them pain. "Don't be too happy to see me, Mama," Emma managed to tease as playfully as her timid voice would allow.

"Of course I am." Mary Margaret grinned brightly, her eyes wet with tears as she hurried over to her daughter. They met half way; the brunette opened her arms, drawing Emma in for a hug.

Returning it, she sighed in relief against her mother's soft, white sweater, getting caught up in her familiar scent of cinnamon and vanilla. Her embrace was warm, expressing everything her mother felt - she could tell by the weight of her body and how she slumped into Emma's.