..the savior..

Killian knew that his son was like him in many ways. He could see him using anger and hate as a way to try to hide his pain. It was the same thing Killian had done for years. The way to push people away so you didn’t get too close, in fear of losing them. “He is a good lad, deep down… Change is always hard. I think part of him doesn’t want to care about anyone else. There is always the fear of losing people. Its the reason I fought how I felt about you at first.” 

Killian was always worried that something would be wrong and he could lose Emma. So Emma telling him she couldn’t go back to work permanently scared him at first. “What do you mean? Is there something wrong?” He asked, his brow furrowing as the little girl reached out toward him when he got home. “Are you okay?”

Even though he had just met her, he already loved her more than anything. She smiled up at him and reached up and he let her take his finger as he smiled down at her. He looked up at Emma’s words. Before this moment all he had wanted was revenge, now he wanted to do everything to protect his little girl and Emma.

“We can set sail immediately, love,” he stated with a small smile. They had everything that they needed on the ship. There was a knock on the door and asked opened up before peeking inside. “Captain, we… . “ he started before noting the little girl in his captains arms. “Oh, is she yours captain?” Killian nodded with a small smile.

“We need to set sail now, Smee, Towards Arendelle, we need to find a safe place for Emma, our daughter, and I.” He ordered.

“Aye, Captain, right away!” He stated as he left.

Emma stared at the captain in pure awe as he immediately, without hesitation told his crew member, that yes, the child was his. He was openly saying that their daughter was his. It was so much more than she expected. He accepted their daughter. Emma smiled at the man called Smee, happy that he seemed to listen to Killian.

This world had been rather odd as it was given that much had changed in his years unconscious. Extraterrestrial threats were not something he had really anticipated. But so far a lot had been surprising to him. “Alright, I think I can help with that,”

“I know you can.” Emma hooked herself into his arm, smiling at him happily. She had learned that a bit of confidence went a long way with him. His powers were connected to his emotions, as were hers but he was new in this. And he was doing good already. He was doing very good.

Killian couldn’t say he really understood many of the holidays that this world had made up. Some seemed almost like they may have taken some ideas from things in the Enchanted Forest, but whatever twist they put in always baffled him. “Who is this Santa Claus that I’m supposed to dress as? … I am quite good at getting Smee to do whatever I ask him.” 

His first mate usually did anything he asked, if only because he wanted to make sure to stay on his good side. Though he had noticed that the man was father fond of his little girl as well and always offered to do anything to help Killian with her or even to spend more time with her. “I can’t say I quite understand what this holiday is about, but the tree is rather pretty.” 

“Christmas comes from many cultures and traditions.” She explained softly. “It all comes down to being a celebration of love and family.” and as that she hadn’t experienced it herself before. Which made it all the more important for her now. She wanted her baby and Killian to have this now.