Wish

Chapter 3 Same

Regina poured a final cup of tea to empty the pot, and Killian gently took her hand, drawing circles on her palm, and kissing it gently. "Is that your way saying let's make a baby right now?" Regina asked quirking her brow.

"Well, I did just mention," He smirked playfully. "She's sleeping upstairs," Regina defended. "You can't be quiet for once? You are when Henry's here," he grinned. 

"Killian," she playfully scolded him. 

"Ok ok," he smiled, "Now, what are we going to do about our Wish child?" Killian asked. "I don't know yet, we can find a way to send her back of course, but I feel maybe she needs to be around, me, for a bit," She explained.

"Right, you said that, pretty adamant about it," he raised his brow. 

"Well, I know what it's like to lose a parent, and I killed one of mine myself, so I know the pain of being responsible," Regina sighed.

"Mmm, true, well if my other half got that bottle, chances are he will send another back," he said. "Is this assuming both you and him are in possession of the same bottle?" She asked.

"He can send the same one back, even pirates have a little magic, love," he placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Mmm, and my wish version not having magic probably didn't help the situation that caused her to die," Regina contemplated. "Right, if she had magic, she probably would have protected Molly with that," Killian pondered. 

Early the next morning, Killian was checking the rigging on the Jolly in Storybrooke, and he wanted to see if a message was sent back to them. 

Indeed, bobbing in the water next to the Jolly was the bottle. 

Retrieving it, he opened it, and out came exactly his voice, with about seventeen years of age added. 

"Molly, I got your message, I need more than that lass, I need to know you're alright completely," his voice echoed. 

Killian couldn't help but smile hearing his own voice full of concern for his child. 

Heading to Granny's, Regina was there with Molly and Henry. 

"Your Papa got the message," Killian sits, handing the bottle to Molly. Her eyes light up at the sound of his voice. 

"I knew he would say that," She sighed and rolled her eyes. "That looks like you," Killian whispered to Regina. "Like you don't roll your eyes at me?" Regina asked. Killian sighed and pressed his mouth together in a thin line. 

"He's worried," Molly stated. "Parents tend to do that," Regina said. "Oh I know, and Papa has been more worried about me since...." Molly took a breath. "It's ok," Regina nodded at her warmly.

"What would you want to hear?" Molly asked Killian.

He startled cutely, and smiled at her, "If my sixteen year old was not around, I would want to hear, exactly where they are, and whom they're with, but I'm not sure the point would come across through a small message in a bottle," He said.

"Well can we write something and put it inside and then speak too so it goes to him?" Molly asked. "That's clever, she must get that from her Mom," Regina grinned.

Killian shook his head and rolled his eyes, "See?" Regina mocked.

"Are they always like this?" Molly asked Henry, "Yes," He assured. 

Regina slipped her arm through Killian's and the three walked to the Jolly Roger, to send off the next bottle to get to Wish Hook.

"Wow, it really is the same ship," Molly smiled. Of course she felt happy seeing any version of one of her homes. 

"Did he take you since you were young?" Killian asked. "Yes, Papa took me on my first sailing trip when I was only two, and he said I wouldn't let go of the helm, a natural Captain he said," Molly smiled.

"Well, seems fitting," He smirked. 

Molly tossed the next bottle message into the sea, and watched it leave. "So now what?" Molly shrugged.

"Maybe you and I should talk," Regina suggested. "Why not a sail?" Killian asked out loud. Regina looked at him. 

"Can I help? Papa does let me steer now, and I know every inch of her," Molly smiled proudly. "Sure lass, take position at the helm," Killian said.

"What are you doing? She's in grieving, I need to get her to be okay," Regina said. 

"Listen," Killian gently puts his hand on her arm. "I know mother knows best, but sometimes fathers have an idea. The child is used to that ship, it's something else familiar, and perhaps she would open up more if she's in a more familiar place," He advised.

"Hmmm maybe this version is more clever than I thought," She cutely teases him. "Good come aboard your majesty," Killian offered his hand and walked upward on the gang plank. 

"Do you miss the enchanted forest?" Molly asked Regina. Taking the ship a bit off the shore, Killian manned the helm so Molly and Regina could chat. 

"Sometimes I do," Regina nodded. "I miss the outfits," Killian called out.

Regina shook her head exasperated at him, "So did my Papa," Molly confirmed to Regina. "Mm, that's probably what got them you," Regina joked.

"Probably," Molly nodded. 

"So, you said your mom... didn't have magic, and she saved you," Regina said gently. Molly nodded and held the planks of the ship, feeling a comfort of the wood that she knew too well, as Killian suspected.

"There was a man, and he was angry at her, for killing his family back before she lost her magic, and he came after me. Papa was in town gathering supplies, and the man had a weapon, and through it at me and she ran in front of me," Molly said sadly. 

Regina sighed, "That wasn't even her," Regina said. "What do you mean?" Molly asked. "Well, technically when I cast the curse is when she and I sort of split, is the idea I understand. That's why your Papa has another him, just like him, aside from the cursed years," Regina said.

"So then the family that was killed was technically just you? The Evil Queen?" Molly asked. "Well more or less, since at that point we were technically one," Regina said. 

"The Evil Queen, was very bad, I did many awful terrible things, and technically she and I share that same past," Regina said. 

"But what isn't the same is where our paths led. In the curse, after it broke, I still have magic, she didn't, and we had children in different ways," Regina said. 

"She said I was the thing she loved most, next to Papa," Molly said. 

"I'm sure you were, I know you were." Regina said sincerely, gently touching the girl's dark hair on her shoulder. 

"Papa always said he would have done the same thing, if he was there," Molly said. "I'm sure he would have," Regina nodded.