A Timeless Tale: Captain Swan

Chapter 4

After being introduced to Regina and Robin's eleven year old daughter, Sarah and Rumple and Belle's fourteen year old daughter, Colette, Kaitlin led Emma and Killian up to a bedroom.

"This is... Was your bedroom," Kaitlin explained. "I figured you two would want to get dressed to blend in,"

"Of course," Emma said with a small smile.

Kaitlin returned the smile and left the room, leaving Emma and Killian alone.

"Emma?" Killian asked warily.

"Yeah?"

"If she's almost sixteen... And we're roughly fifteen years in the future, then how...?"

Emma knew the question would arise. She'd found out a couple of days ago that she was a month pregnant, but with practically everyone in the town dead, she figured she'd wait until after they save them to tell Killian.

Emma sighed.

"Killian... I'm pregnant..." She whispered, her eyes starting to water.

Killian stared at her in awe for a moment, then smiled. The biggest smile Emma had ever seen on him, and threw his arms around her in a massive hug.

"Emma! That's-"

"Bad. Very, very bad. Killian, we need to go out and find... Us, and I know you, and I know you're about too start a nine month over-protective phase!

Killian chuckled and nodded, putting his hand on Emma's still-flat stomach.

"See? Please, you can't play the overprotective father-to-be," Emma said into his chest, "not right now," she pleaded.

"Okay," Killian said, "I love you, Emma,"

"I know," she said, "let's see what kind of clothes we decided to wear in the future, shall we?"

"That sounds like the most productive thing we could be doing right now," Killian said sarcastically.

"Yeah, well so does worrying about me, when I, completely fine. We've gotta blend in," Emma replied, opening a beautifully polished, six foot wooden wardrobe. She gasped when she saw what was inside.

There were dozens of exquisite, elegant dresses. Reds, browns, blues, a few pinks and even some oranges. They were all so beautiful. Emma looked through them and chuckled when she found at least five leather jackets folded up and hidden behind the dresses.

She picked up the leather jackets and looked through them. She found her bright red one that she'd worn when she'd first arrived in Storybrooke, her dark red one that she was wearing now, her orange jacket, her blue leather coat and even a grey one.

Killian looked over at her and saw them in her arms. "Doesn't even surprise me, love," he said, smiling.

"Yeah, me neither," she said slowly, "but it makes me wonder how we got back here,"

Killian shrugged and Emma put the jackets back, choosing a brown and white outfit that resembled something her mother would wear in her bandit days. It had a fur collar, and looked much more comfortable that the dresses in the wardrobe.

She put it one quickly, only rolling her eyes once when she heard Killian walk up to her and help her put it on.

She looked back at him and tried not to laugh. He was dressed in something she'd imagine David would wear. An outfit suited for a prince, but also something he could fight in if the need arose.

She ran her hand down his chest, feeling the soft material of the red and brown outfit.

"I like it," she said, smiling, "you look my father though, and it makes me hesitant to kiss you..." She teased.

Killian didn't reply, just pulled her into a fiery kiss.

"I stand corrected," Emma said with a laugh after they broke apart.

Emma took his hand and they left the room.

In the hallway, waiting for them was Emma's brother.

"Neal," Emma greeted, unsure whether she should now or not.

He saved her the trouble though and he bowed.

"You look like dad and it scares me," Emma said to Neal.

"You look like mom," he chuckled, "especially in that," he gestured Emma's clothes. "And Killian most definitely looks like dad,"

Killian smiled and Neal explained that he'd take them to the battle strategy room.

"So, how old are you?" Emma asked, curious as to when exactly in time they were.

"Sixteen. I turned sixteen two months ago," he replied.

"Oh? And how old was Kaitlin?" Killian asked.

"She'll be sixteen in two months," he said, leading them through an unlit hallway.

Emma frowned. That didn't make sense... Unless...

"Do you know how long we'll be here? Like, did we say anything before we went missing?" Emma wondered.

Neal shook his head. "Kaitlin might know. They mostly told her and out parents," he said.

"Okay. We're just curious about our daughter, that's all," Killian said.

Neal nodded and opened a door for the two, leading them inside the room where the entire family was.

Emma thought she'd pieced it together now. Much like how almost no time had passed at all in the two or three days Emma and Killian were in the past the first time when they'd seen Snow and Charming fall in love, no time would pass while they were here.

Expect for them. Emma and Killian would age, as would the baby. If that was the case, and Neal was four months older than Kaitlin, would that mean they'd be here, in the future for another four months?

It was the only explanation.

Emma really didn't want to be here for another day, let alone four months...
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I know this chapter was quite uneventful, but things are about get real! Thanks for reading!

~Jillchair8e