Robin Hood.

Henry said the name with such authority, such conviction, that to say otherwise almost felt wrong. Killian didn't know how to take on the situation. It was all fun and games when Emma was around, talk of royalty and witches. Killian was able to joke about this crazy notion that this town was filled with characters from stories. However, being alone with Henry, he felt the need to be cautious. The last thing he wanted to do was upset the child or something even more damaging. If Emma was around, he was sure she'd come up with some clever way to handle this situation. However, as he was without her and had to deal with this one on his own, Killian had to make good with what he had when it came to children.

Which was nothing.

"That's quite the theory, Henry," Killian carefully said.

He straightened on his legs and followed the boy as he began to walk off, no doubt in search of Emma.

"It's not a theory if it's true," Henry replied, as Killian fell into step with him, "There are a lot of stories in the book. I've been able to connect most of them to people in town, but then I realized something. The book only has so many pages and Storybrooke is full of people. They can't all be in the book."

For a town planted in the middle of nowhere, it did have a lot of people and Killian knew it was doubtful each one of their stories would fit in that book of Henry's.

"After I figured out most of the people in the book, I started a list of people that aren't in the book."

"And Robin Hood was one of them," Killian said, before he cautiously added, "You're aware that every story presented Robin as a man, yes?"

"Maybe something got messed up along the way," Henry replied, "Stories, names… Things can change over time. Important moments could've be forgotten, history could've be altered, people could've told the story wrong. We just don't notice it happening because we've been told the same thing over and over."

"And just because someone says it's true doesn't necessarily mean it really is," Killian continued the thought.

Killian turned his attention towards Henry. It seemed logical enough, despite the completely illogical place they had started from. He just had to go along with Henry's way of thinking. At least until the boy realized the truth on his own.

"You weren't supposed to get caught."

Lucy raised her head slightly from the pillow provided to her and watched the figure enter the room. The arrest had been a minor annoyance to Lucy. However, the prolonged stay behind bars had begun to grate on her nerves. The food provided? Less than stellar. The creaky plank they called a mattress? Even worse. Sure, she had entertainment with the local law, but it would only be a matter of time before that went sour as well. It was about damn time for her release.

"What does it matter when the job was completed in the end?" Lucy asked, before she added, "I still don't understand what's so important about this man. I could understand lifting the wallet and phone, but rooting through the car as well?"

She swung her legs over the side of the cot as she sat up, pushed aside the blanket that had previously been draped over her. Everyone had their off days and this was undoubtedly Lucy's. She could only hope the arrival of her employer meant those days were over. Lucy watched as the mayor eyed the room in disdain. A woman in Regina Mills' position shouldn't have to step foot in the police station, much less associate herself with someone behind bars.

"What is it about Killian Jones that warrants such a thorough search?" she asked the mayor, as she rose to her feet.

"That's of no concern to you," Regina replied, her tone all business, "Just tell me what I want to know."

"There's nothing to know."

Lucy earned a look of disbelief from Regina. She moved to lean against the bars of the cell, her eyes steady as she met the mayor's growing glare. The woman can believe what she wanted, but Lucy did the job she was asked to do. It wasn't her fault the outcome wasn't what the mayor wanted.

"It's the truth," Lucy insisted, "Identification from the state of Rhode Island, a couple of dollars, a debit card. All in his name. A handful of numbers on his cell phone. His car's spotless and there was nothing important inside of it. Nothing suspicious or curious. Whatever you hoped to find isn't there, Regina. He's clean. Practically to the point of being dull, if you ask me."

"I don't remember asking you," Regina said. She tried to keep her composure, though the frustration had begun to build inside of her. It didn't matter what the thief had or hadn't found. Killian Jones was not the man he claimed to be. Regina was absolutely certain of it. "There is a reason he's here and it's not because he's some doting boyfriend to the woman hanging around my son.."

"Is this some sort of strange, romantic jealousy situation?" Lucy asked, before she added, "Because, while the money was much appreciated for the job I was given, my skills were utterly wasted if that's the case."

"It's not romantic," the mayor hissed out, "I simply don't like when strangers come into town."

Especially strangers who come poking around her business.

And her son.

"Well, he might be a stranger, but there's certainly nothing strange about him," Lucy announced, "Now, if you'd be so kind, I'd appreciate my release from this pit of boredom."

She flashed Regina a bright smile as she tapped the iron bars with her fingertips. It was time she was sprung from the cage she was in. Regina seemed to have other ideas though. The woman hadn't moved an inch from where she stood on the other side of the bars. The only motion she did was to flick a piece of lint from her business jacket. Lucy's smile wavered, her eyes narrowed in the woman's direction.

"You are arranging my release, correct?" Lucy asked, heat in the tone of her voice, "It seems like the right move considering the reason I'm even in this mess is because of a job you hired me to do."

"I have no idea what job you're talking about," Regina instantly countered, "I am the mayor of Storybrooke. I have everything I could want. I would never associate myself with a common criminal, much less hire one."

There was a curve to Regina's lips, a thinly veiled viciousness beneath the surface that let Lucy know everything she needed to know. Regina was not going to get her out. She was going to wash her hands of Lucy completely and leave her to handle the mess alone.

"You had me look into Jones, had me steal from him-"

"You must be confused," Regina replied, false sympathy laced in her voice, "Being in jail could be very disorienting time for people."

"You paid me to do this job."

"In cash," the mayor shot back, "Cash that could easily turn from a form of payment to another item stolen by a petty thief."

A faint laugh escaped Regina's lips as she took a step closer to the bars and sized Lucy up. Something shifted in the air between the two women and Lucy knew the change would not be in her favor. There was nothing in Lucy's actions that could point towards Regina. Nothing but her word, which didn't amount to anything considering which side of the bars she was standing on at the moment.

"I paid you to find out what you could," Regina told her, "Like I said earlier, you weren't supposed to get caught. If you were under the impression that I'd help you get out of the mess… Well, you were mistaken."

With that, Regina turned on her heels and made her way out of the room. She had other things to deal with, more important things. Lucy was easily disposable, a pawn that was willingly sacrificed for the good of the game. Regina tucked away what little information she got from the thief, the knowledge that Killian was seemingly normal. She's have to figure out that mystery another time. Regina had an issue with a missing patient that was higher on her list of things to deal with. It didn't matter much to her in the end if he stayed comatose or not. Her backup plan had already begun to form in her mind.

The sun had set long before Killian and Henry caught up with the group and followed them into the woods. It was no surprise that Emma hadn't been all that happy to see them. Mostly Henry. After his mother made it known how unhappy she was over the idea of Emma being around Henry, Emma knew she had to be careful when it came to interacting with the kid. A search for a missing patient didn't seem like being careful, but there wasn't much Emma could do in that moment.

Not when that moment now centered around a half-drowned John Doe.

Killian stood close to Emma as she ushered Henry back, afraid the kid would witness something he couldn't forget. Mary Margaret still hovered over John Doe, who was revived for a short moment before passing out again. In the distance, she could hear Graham's voice direct the medics through the woods. She didn't know how she'd act if Henry got dragged into this mess and ended up seeing the man he believed was Prince Charming pass away. Emma had wanted to cushion the blow of reality for Henry, but now it seemed like she might have exposed him to something too tragic for a kid his age. Guilt began to bubble inside of her. It settled deep in the pit of her stomach and threatened to spread throughout her whole being.

The paramedics came, John Doe was whisked away, and the others had no choice but to follow. The ride to the hospital had been nerve-wracking, but the rush through the halls of the hospital had been even worse. It was chaos, pure and simple. It was an awful mess of bodies as everyone hurried from corridor to corridor until the doors permitted them from moving forward.

"Is… i-i-is he going to be okay?" Henry asked, a hint of panic in his voice.

"We don't know yet," Emma replied, unable to lie about the scene that played out before their eyes, "But they're going to do all they can."

They all stood by the door, each of them with their eyes glued on the doctors and John Doe. Emma felt Killian's warm hand rest on the small of her back and felt him step closer to her, a silent sign of support in the moment. This was not the situation Emma hoped for when this day began. It was insane how quickly things spun out of control in this town.

"David?" a voice rang out, "David?!"

The group sprang back from the glass doors as a woman came running past them and into the room. Confusion filled the air as they watched the new face speak urgently with the local doctor. Emma looked to Mary Margaret, both unsure what the hell was going on.

"Who's that?"

"His wife," Regina's voice announced as the mayor stepped around the corner and into view.

The mayor swept her eyes over the others, one by one, until they rested on Mary Margaret.

"John Doe's name is David Nolan," Regina continued, "And that's his wife Kathryn."

The events of the hospital was still fresh in their minds as Emma and Killian pulled up to the sidewalk outside of Mary Margaret's apartment. Killian followed after Emma as she made her way into the building in silence, unsure what to say or think about what had happened earlier. Emma's plan to show Henry the truth had more than backfired. Not only had Henry's belief grow stronger, but Mary Margaret had been pulled in and let down. Today's crisis had only contributed to the ever-growing list of mishaps they've experienced since they came to town. They were without room and board in a town neither of them were familiar with and had lives that waited for them back in Boston.

Emma began to climb the stairwell towards Mary Margaret's apartment, but stopped when she felt Killian's hand rest against her hip and the sound of her name being spoken from behind her. She turned to face him, one hand still on the banister. The steps she took had given her a couple of inches more on Killian, who raised his chin slightly to meet her gaze.

"It's late, love," he began to explain, "Perhaps we should return in the morning. I can't imagine Mary Margaret wanting company after what happened."

"She's alone, Killian," Emma reminded him, "No one deserves to be alone after what happened tonight."

Emma brought up her hands up to rub at Killian's shoulders for a moment. She smiled at the sound of his sigh as her fingers traveled up to rake through his hair. When her hands came to rest against the back of his head, Emma leaned in to meet Killian's lips as he rose up to kiss her. Killian slid his hand around Emma and let it rest against the small of her back. They needed that intimacy, the familiarity, after the day they had. It was a reminder that they weren't alone. Not anymore. Killian kept close when Emma broke the kiss, brushed the tip of her nose with his own.

"We need to rest," Killian smiled against her lips, "Among other things…"

His fingers inched up the hem of Emma's shirt and earned a playful tug of his hair for his troubles.

"Stay focused," Emma instructed.

She placed some room between them and felt herself settle into a more serious mindset. There were things they needed to discuss, decisions they needed to make. Killian saw the shift in her, changed his expression to match hers. He was able to read her expressions constantly, always aware when it came to her.

"I know I said we'd only be here a week," she confessed, "But the thing is… Mary Margaret offered us her guest bedroom. It's weird, I know. We don't really know her, but it'd beat sleeping in our cars for the next few days."

Killian watched her for a beat and that moment seemed to be all he needed.

"And the real reason?"

Emma let her hands drop to her sides with a sigh. Damn him. She had gotten used to the years where she closed herself off. Sometimes she would forget that she had someone who was able to see past that. It could be the most infuriating thing at times, but Emma knew this wasn't one of those moments.

"She's not just alone," Emma replied, "She's… lonely. I can tell, okay?"

"Your thing with the lies," Killian assumed.

"No, she didn't lie to me," she told him, not sure how to put it to words, "I just know she is."

"And you want to change that," Killian surmised.

"Maybe..."

It was embarrassing and a little crazy to Emma. She had told herself over and over that moving in with Mary Margaret wouldn't work. She had it in her head that she wasn't the type, that she just met the woman, that it was enough of a change in her life already being with Killian. The look on Mary Margaret's at the hospital was a hard one to erase from her mind. The sadness was more than clear. Another thing to add for the lonely school teacher who couldn't catch a break when it came to potential love. The woman had told her that she didn't truly believe in Henry's curse business, but there had been a part of her that had connected and hoped. In the end, that hope crumbled away. Emma knew more than anyone how it felt to have things slip out of grasp.

"We have belongings in Boston," Killian finally said, as he reached out to take her hand into his, "An apartment and affairs we need to have in order if we decide to stay here-"

"We're not staying," Emma quickly corrected him, "Not anything long-term, okay? Just finishing out the rest of the week."

"Just for the rest of the week," Killian nodded, "You're aware that you've said the same thing about me, right?"

Emma rolled her eyes before she turned on her heel to continue up the stairs. When they reached the apartment door, Emma felt Killian brush the pad of his thumb along her knuckles before he slowly released her hand to knock on the door. There was a moment of silence, then the sound of the lock flipping open. Mary Margaret appeared behind the door moments after, a soft look of surprise on her face.

"Emma, Killian…"

"Sorry to bother you so late," Emma said, a hint of nervousness in her voice, "But is that spare room still available?"

Killian watched as Mary Margaret began to smile. With a slight nod of her head, the teacher took a step to the side and opened the door wider for them to enter. Killian placed his hand against the small of Emma's back as they stepped into Mary Margaret's apartment. Whatever else that gets thrown their way would be handled. They'd adjust to how Henry and his curse talk factored into everything, adjust to the town, to their new arrangement with Mary Margaret. However long Emma decided to stay, Killian knew he would be by her side.

It was only for the rest of the week anyway.

What more could happen?

A/N: Hey all! I know it's been a while since I last updated. Some family issues came up the past few months so I had been dealing with that. I'm settled into a new situation and routine now because of it, but hopefully now that means I can start updating sooner. I hate leaving this story hanging for months at a time. I know the story has been pretty tame in terms of smut. I'm pretty incapable of writing something without at least a little bit of smut in it though so fully expect this fic rating to chance to MATURE within the next few chapters. Thanks for all the patience and for sticking around with this story! I love hearing all the feedback and I can't wait for you guys to read the next chapter.