I know that it has been a long time but here is the first installment of the part 2, as promised. It is set 10 years from where Is That So, Miss Swan ended. The first couple of chapters will be kind of odd because I have a few loose ends to tie up but... we will get to the good stuff in chapter 3. This will be the only chapter of this one posted to this story. I am also going to post it independently so, go find it and follow it if you plan on reading future chapters.

1.

The early morning sun barely licks the pavement under the heel of Emma's thick black boots. As she makes her way down Main Street, her eyes are still half glazed from lack of sleep. Turning the corner up to Granny's diner, she makes her way into the empty restaurant.

"Hey Em you're up pretty early," Ruby called from behind the counter with a broad smile on her face.

"Well, you see, funny story," started the blonde as she slid onto a stool at the bar.

"Wait, wait, is this actually going to be a funny story?" The brunette sat a tall glass of coffee across from the blonde and waited for her reply. When all she received was a sideways glare, Ruby simply smiled. "Not funny then. Alright, lay it on me."

"Do you know where my sons are supposed to be right now?" Emma blurted, a little too emotionally. She was obviously about to get very worked up over whatever was about to come flying from her lips.

"Um... With Killian and the guys on a fishing trip or something, right?"

"In the middle of the freakin ocean."

"Yea, and?"

"Guess who called and woke me up at 6 in the morning."

Ruby's eyes began to narrow, "Killi?"

"Nope."

"Leroy?"

"The Coast Guard."

Tilting her head slightly to the side, Ruby gave the blonde a confused and slightly concerned look.

"Apparently Killian drove them out into a storm last night and while trying to tie something down or something, the idiot got his hand twisted in a rope and it pulled his hand right off."

Shocked, the brunette's eyes were wide as she shook her head. "And this is the man you trust to look after your teenage boys?"

"Funny, right? And it gets better," Emma mumbled over the rim of her glass.

"Better than losing a hand?" Ruby half laughed at her own joke.

"Oh yes, you know our friends. So, when the hand jerking happened, they were all so drunk that no one knew what to do. Luckily Neal got on the radio and called in for help because Killian was well on his way to bleeding out. Robin fainted, like a true queen and when the Coast Guard got there, Leroy got himself arrested because he punched out one of the rescue guys."

"You have got to be kidding me."

"I wish."

Ruby shook her head a bit more before erupting into a bizarre kind of giggle fit while the blonde stared at her, brows high. "I can't even believe that," Ruby choked. "Is Killi okay, I mean, so where are they now?" she asked after calming down.

"Well, I have to go up north and grab Robin and Killian and the boys from the hospital before bailing the other idiots out of jail," Emma sighed. "Killian is okay other than being doped up and missing a hand, I guess."

"Wait, what did Neal do?"

"He allowed my underage sons to get shit faced and in their drunken states, they narced on him."

A roaring laughter shot from the brunette and echoed around the still empty room. "I bet that it was Oliver who cracked."

"Oh, I have no doubt," Emma said as she raked her long hair away from in front of her face. "That kid can't keep a secret for shit when he is about to get in trouble."

"What does your woman think of all this?"

"She doesn't," Emma half whispered before hastily taking a long drink.

"You didn't tell her?!" Ruby looked as if she were going to take a nosedive over the counter. "Em, she is the Mayor, she will find out that you didn't tell her and then there will be hell to pay."

Slowly setting her cup back to the table, Emma's green eyes pierced the brunette like little daggers. "She was already gone when I got the call and it's not like she is going to fire me. Make me sleep in the spare bedroom, probably, but that will be the worst of it."

"I really think you should tell her."

"When did you become so bent on honesty?" Turning slightly to her right, Emma realized that Granny had been standing in the kitchen window listening to their conversation. "Granny," she nodded, instantly regretful of everything that had just been said.

"Good morning, Emma," the older woman smiled, making it obvious that she had heard quite a bit of the conversation.

They shared a very intense stare for less than thirty seconds before the blonde rolled her eyes with an overly dramatic sigh. "Fiiiine," she huffed. "I'll tell her."

"Very well, Dear," Granny smiled triumphantly before disappearing into the kitchen.

"I really hate when she does that," Ruby mumbled. "Like, seriously she just pops up out of nowhere and you have no idea where she came from or how long she has been standing there all creepy and silent." Smoothing the wrinkles in the red apron tied around her waist, she dropped her voice, "anytime there is an attractive guy in here, she does this shit."

"Ruby, you are married."

"Married," she snapped. "Not dead. And besides, he is never around anyway."

"You better shut up, ole wolf ears in there will hear you and then we will both be fucked."

"If only," Ruby sighed joking.

"Oh piss," the blonde laughed as she got to her feet. "Been there done that, got the scars to prove it."

"I wasn't... Never mind."

"Uh huh. Well, on that note, I guess I'm gonna take a trip down to the Mayor's office," Emma said, throwing a five onto the counter. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck Sheriff, you are going to need it."

The blonde shrugged before sliding out the front door and disappearing down the street with a quicker than usual pace. If she didn't hurry and get to the office, she was going to lose her nerve all together.

#

"They did what?!" Regina's voice was low, almost at a growl.

"Now Regina, don't get all worked up, I just-"

"You just what? Wanted to let the Mayor know? Or maybe their mother?" Her face darkened a shade of red every time she passed Emma as she paced the tile floor of her grand office.

"Hey now," Emma said, getting to her feet.

The pacing halted as the blonde rose to eye level. Dark brown and green eyes stood off, a silent war between them. The Mayor's face was harsh, anger danced over her features as she took a step forward, looking down on the blonde.

"Do NOT 'Hey now' me, Miss Swan. Your idiot friends got our underage sons drunk on a boat, half of them are in jail, the other half in the hospital. How much more reckless can they get?"

"It was a ship... and their father-"

"Their father?!" Regina scoffed. "Passed out like a pansy at the first sight of blood. What if it had been Roland or Oliver who was hurt? Did you think about that?!"

"Regina-"

"No," she hissed, turning on her thin, sharp heel. "You are going to get them right now." She stomped over to the door and snatched her jacket from the wooden rack beside it. "We are going. Now."

"There isn't enough room for us all," Emma started in protest.

"There are four of us," Regina said firmly.

"I can't just leave them there Honey, they have no way to get home."

"They can get back the way they came."

"On the ship?" the blonde laughed, "there is no way."

"Then call Gold, get a bus."

"You want me to roll up into that town and collect six people in a school bus?" Emma stared at the brunette in disbelief.

"Just call Gold. I'm sure he would love to know why I have to bail his son out of jail."

"He can bail Neal out himself. I'll see if he will drive that blazer up, it seats six. I'll take the bug up."

"No, we are going in the cruiser. I do not trust that rusty yellow death trap to make it up the road, let alone an hour upstate."

Emma rolled her eyes, she knew that her car was probably the most reliable vehicle in the town but she just didn't have the energy to argue. She simply nodded before she pulled her phone from deep in her pants pocket. After she called Mr. Gold and explained the situation, he agreed to drive his vehicle up as well.

#

Emma and a visibly irritated Regina stood outside Town Hall, waiting from Rumple to pull up. The air was cool again the Mayor's hot cheeks. The women were silent, both staring off in their own respective directions. After a short period of time, Regina let out a deep growl and turned to Emma.

"Look, everyone is fine," the blonde sighed, meeting her partner's eyes.

Regina stood with all her weight on her left leg, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. "Fine for who, exactly?"

"Regina-"

"Stop it," the brunette demanded. "I don't know what planet you think you are on Miss Swan, but on this planet, it is not fine for two teenage boys to be intoxicated on a boat and watching a man have his arm torn off."

Emma parted her lips to speak but was instantly cut off.

"And furthermore, why would they call you and not me? I am their mother and I am the Mayor for Christ sake." Regina's arms slid from around her chest. Her palms sat rigidly on her hips.

"Why are you being so pissy right now? They are our boys and they probably called me because I am the sheriff. I have to get Leroy and Neal and bring them here since they were technically still in Storybrooke."

"They were in the ocean, it technically isn't anywhere but the damn ocean."

"If you don't stop being hateful, I will leave you here. Don't think I won't." Emma raised her brows at the brunette, challenging her to continue her onslaught.

Regina retaliated instantly. A devilish smirk grew across her face. "Do you like being sheriff, because I can change that," she said in true Regina fashion.

"Oh, don't start with me."

"Try me, Miss Swan."

"Stop calling me that. God, after ten years, you think you would-"

"Care that you hate when I call you that?" Regina's smirk turned into a playful smile. "Let me think," she said, tapping her first finger against her pursed lips. "No, Miss Swan, I really don't care."

Emma raised a brow at the woman but said nothing. In front of them on the street, a black sedan pulled up and parked. Within a few seconds, Mr. Gold was out of the vehicle and walking around front of it to meet with the women.

"Ah," Regina clapped her hands. "Mr. Gold, how nice of you to join us."

Rumple rolled his eyes and stopped in front of Emma. He leaned his weight down on the cane that he now used to walk. "Don't start, Regina. I am in no mood for it."

"For what, Dear?"

With his free hand he ran his fingers backward through the front of his hair, leaving the shoulder length strands to fall to the side of his face. "Just don't."

"Alright well," Emma sighed. "Let's head out. Regina and I are going to take the cruiser up, you can follow behind. It will be an hour drive, probably."

"Oh, lovely." Mr. Gold stared down at his feet for a moment and then shook his head. Without another word, he turned and limped back around to the driver's side of his vehicle.

After getting into her police cruiser, Emma turned to her buckled in passenger. "I need you to not bitch at me all the way there, this is not my fault and I need you to not go crazy on the boys when they get in. I know that you are furious at everyone involved but they are probably terrified right now. Be angry at them when they get home. Be happy that they are okay."

Regina scoffed but said nothing. She was quite happy that they were unharmed but she wasn't sure if she was more relieved at her sons' safety or more livid at the fact that their father and two of the men she trusted most had put them in that situation.

#

It was a long, quiet ride to Camden. Once into the city, it took no time at all to find the jailhouse where Neal and Leroy were being kept. Emma went in alone to retrieve the men and sign off on their transfer. Thanks to the smooth talking blonde, surprisingly, no charges were made against either of them. Also to Emma's surprise, neither Leroy nor Neal had a word to say to her as she escorted them out of the building and into Gold's vehicle.

Once she had closed them in and told Rumple where to go next, Emma headed off to her car. She was barely in the seat before Regina started up on her.

"Well, what did they have to say for themselves?"

"They didn't say a word, actually," Emma said, shutting the door.

"I find that hard to believe," Regina huffed. "I hope they realize that when we get back, they have a nice long chat to look forward to."

Emma slammed her hands down on the steering wheel so hard that it made Regina jump. "Look," the blonde spat as she turned to her partner. "They feel bad enough as it is. I know you saw the looks on their faces. They didn't mean for any of this to happen and you know that. Just give them some time to breathe, Regina."

Wide eyed, the brunette stared at the woman. She was shocked to hear such a firm tone come from her lover and it was written across her features. As surprised as she was, the woman could not fight the heat from flaring up in her cheeks.

"Don't you dare take that tone with me," Regina hissed through a tight jaw.

"Then stop being like this. Do you know how traumatized everyone is right now? They don't need you rubbing their actions in their faces." Emma turned back to the road and pulled out. The quicker she got the rest of the crew, the quicker she could get back to Storybrooke and away from Regina.

"I can't believe you are taking their side."

"I have no side, Regina. I am Switzerland."

"No, you are France. A big ole passive aggressive, non-confrontational, France."

"What does that make you then?" Emma looked at the brunette from the corner of her eye."Russia?"

At that, the tension broke as they both chuckled. The drive to the hospital was short. When they arrived, they both went in to the building, Gold and the other two behind them. The look on the woman tending the front desk's face told it all. She was obviously very amused.

"So," Emma started as she leaned against the counter, "I am looking for Killian Jones and Robin... Uh." She turned to Regina. "What is Robin's last name now?"

"Loxley," Regina chuckled.

"What, did he change is middle name to of?"

"Oh," Regina gasped. "That would be lovely. I am joking, by the way. His lost name is Hood."

"Robin... Hood," Emma choked on the laughter threatening to explode.

"Yes dear and he never changed it."

"Why did I not know that until just now?"

"I don't know. You would think that after living with someone for as long as you have, you would know their last name," Regina said, winking at the blonde.

The stewardess cleared her throat.

"Oh," Emma smiled charmingly, "I'm sorry. It's been a long day."

"I am sure of it," the young woman said without an ounce of emotion. "Those men are in the same room, 454, fourth floor. And I am quite certain the nurses of that floor will be very happy to see Mr. Jones leave. He is an animal." She nodded and looked back down at her keyboard. "He is lucky that those women understand the effect that pain medicine has on a man of that sort."

"Ha," Leroy slid up to the counter, between Emma and Regina. "You should see him on a usual if you think he is bad now, Sister."

Regina put her palm over Leroy's face and pushed him back behind her. "454 you said, dear?"

"Yea. The room is the first door on your left, out of the elevator," the woman said, without looking up.

"Thank you," Emma said softly before ushering everyone to the elevator.

"Did you see the look on her face?" Leroy asked, nudging Emma with his arm as they all packed into the lift.

"Could you blame her though? I mean look at us," the blonde smiled, punching the number 4 on the wall.

"Yea. We look like a living joke."

Regina rolled her eyes and looked down at the balding man. "What ever do you mean?"

"I mean," Leroy laughed. "Look at us. What she saw when we walked in was a blonde in a red leather coat and a badge alongside a pissy looking chick in a dress suit, an old man lookin like a pimp rolling in with a cane, a dude that looks like he robbed a bank or something and with this shiner, I'm looking like a lumberjack who got into a bar fight."

Everyone stared at Leroy in silence.

"Oh come on guys, the Mayor, a cop, a pimp, a robber and a lumberjack all walk into a bar..."

"Shut up Leroy," Emma laughed.

No one else thought it was funny. The door opened and they all peeled out, onto the floor. Once at the door, Emma told everyone to stay in the hallway while she talked to Killian and Robin.

When she stepped into the room, she saw Robin and the boys asleep in one bed and next to them in another was Killian. His arm was hanging in the air above him and was bandaged clear up to his elbow. His hand was obviously missing. She shuddered at the thought of what it looked like under the wrappings.

Slowly, Emma walked over to where the sleeping boys were laying. She rubbed Oliver's back until he opened his eyes. When he saw her, he looked both relieved and afraid.

"Hey kid," she whispered.

He sat up, swinging his legs off the bed. "Emma I can explain," he started quietly.

"Look, we aren't going to do this right now. I'm not mad at you. I'm glad you're all okay but your mama, she is pretty pissed."

Oliver nodded. Beside him, Roland began to stir which woke Robin up. Neither of them said a word.

"Regina and the others are outside the door. You all need to go on out there and be ready for a bitch fest."

A collective groan came from the bed as they all got up and headed out the door. Robin and a now tall, gangly greasy haired Roland made their way out without protest. Oliver, on the other hand, waited for his dad and brother to leave before he turned around and looked down at Emma.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, his voice cracking.

Emma stepped forward and took him into her arms. He was a bit taller than she was but is face instantly fell into where her neck and shoulders met. She could tell by the rigidity of his breathing that he was crying. She ran her fingers through his thick, messy red hair and let him cry it out for a few minutes.

"Ollie, honey, I promise I am not mad at you. I know what it is like to be a 17 year old and trust me, getting shitty on a boat with your guys is far less terrible than what I was doing at that age."

Oliver squeezed the woman's stomach a bit tighter.

Next to them, a grumble alerted them to Killian's consciousness. "Ship, damn you. It was a bloody ship."

"Aaaaand he is awake," Emma chuckled, patting the ginger on the back. "Go on. I have to talk to this idiot before I turn your mama loose on him."

Oliver backed away from the blonde. His eyes were red, his face was splotchy and the very tip of his nose was a light shade of pink. "I am glad you came," he said quietly while rubbing the tears from his eyes.

"Yea, yea. Get yourself cleaned up before you go out there or Roland will never let you live it down and we both know it."

He simply nodded before her disappeared into the connected bathroom on the other side of the room. Emma stood silently, her eyes locked with Killian's as she shook her head in shear disapproval. Only after Oliver came from the bathroom and out of the room did the blonde speak.

"What the hell were you thinking, riding out into a storm?" Her brows were furrowed tightly as she stared at the man. "You could have got everyone killed and you know it."

"Easy Lass," Killian sighed as he sat up in the bed. "I didn't ride out into anything. We got pulled into it."

"How could that be true? It was a storm, not a hurricane."

"It was a storm alright but not like any storm that I have ever seen. The clouds weren't dark or anything. They turned a bizarre pinkish purple color just before they pulled my ship right out of the port. It snapped my ties, Swan."

Emma rolled her eyes. "Killian, you were drunk."

"I bloody well know what I saw and you don't have to believe me you should see my poor ship. She is a wreck," he said, pointing out the window. "and you don't get a storm like that, destroying a ship right off port and not even so much as landing a drop of rain on the shore." He shook his head, trying to clear his thoughts. "Something is up."

"Jeez Killian, blame it on global warming. Don't go out there talking like that to Regina and Gold, they will have you committed."

"Add it to the list," he grumbled, pulling his arm from the sling. "I have already lost my hand."

"Good thing think you aren't a lefty," Emma smiled as she walked to the door. "I'll send Robin back in here to help you get dressed."

"Aye."

As Emma exited the room, all the chatted in the hall was silenced. She pointed to Robin, who was standing with his back against the far wall. "Go dress him," she said quietly.

He nodded and made his way back to the room. Regina had her hands on her hips and a half snarl on her face. "Did he give a-"

"No, Regina. He is pretty doped up, he isn't making any sense right now."

"Well, I'll tell you right now, these boys are not going anywhere with any of these men for a long time," Regina said firmly as she looked around the hall. "And if I can help it, they will never be getting back on any boat."

Behind the door, Killian moaned loudly before pulling the door open and peaking his head out. "Really," he huffed. "She is a ship."

Thanks for reading and thanks for sticking with me. I will try to update again before the end of the week but you know me, no promises. -DR