Harrison David Jones was born to the savior and the legendary Captain Hook on October 22nd, like his mother before him.

23 years after his half brother, Henry, was born.

9 years after his uncle, Leo, was born.

5 years after his sister, Hope, was born.

Roughly 2 1/2 months after his uncle, Chadwick, was born.

And from the moment he was born, he had everyone wrapped around his little finger. 

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"Are we sure he's not a clone? Because he looks just like you, Killian" Emma joked softly, smiling down at the positively tiny bundle in her arms.

"I rather hope he doesn't look just like me. I'd hate to explain to your parents why our newborn has a beard" the pirate captain quipped back, shooting her a mischievous grin.

"Oh stop it" the blonde swatted him lightly with one hand, holding their son in the other as she rolled her eyes.

"Ok, ok" He raised his hook and hand up in surrender "but in all seriousness luv, he's not a clone of me. You wanna know how I know?"

Emma raised an eyebrow "besides the obvious you mean?"

"Aye."

"Well, color me intrigued. Go on then. Tell me how you know he's not a mini clone of you."

Killian leaned over her shoulders and carefully pulled back the edge of the towel that was covering their son's face before pointing at it. "There. Right there. He has your face. Your skin tone. Your ears – "

"You know what my ears look like?"

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Including his very own infant uncle, who somehow managed to always pop up wherever Harrison happened to be.  

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Chadwick laid curled around Harrison, pale chin resting atop strains of black hair.

Curly blonde hair sticking up all over the place, arms wrapped around the smaller infant in his to-go crib that Emma got for when he was staying over at her parents for the night.

David let out a sigh of relief and called out to his wife, who was still frantically searching through the living room with their other son and granddaughter.

"Found him!"

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Which is why everyone was devastated the day they disappeared—almost 2 years after Harrison was born—and every day after. 

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The day had started out like every day before it.

Killian arose with the sun, changed into his work clothes, and changed Harrison's diaper before carting him and his toy hook off to the kitchen where he settled him down in his highchair.

From which Harrison babbled at him as he made breakfast. Happy and unable to sit still, an urge to escape and explore rushing through his veins as Hope shuffled in. Hair a mess as she placed a kiss on Harrison's forehead— their 3 legged golden retriever, Indiana Bones, hot on her trail.

Emma following not long after, half asleep and ready for work.

They ate breakfast, put the dishes in the sink, and got the kids ready for the day ahead.

Dropping Hope off at school where Snow and little Neal ,or Leo as he preferred, were waiting to walk her in like they did every day before doing the same with Harrison at the daycare.

Where a very excited Chadwick was waiting with a frazzled looking Nova.

They went to the station, greeted David, and got to work.

Doing paperwork, answering calls, occasionally going out into the field.

Nothing major occurring.

Nothing to clue them in on what was about to happen. 

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"WHAT DO YOU MEAN THEY'RE GONE?!" Emma yelled almost frantically at the nun, craning her neck to see into the empty classroom.

"Emma, I know you're upset—"

If it wasn't for Killian, the blonde was sure she would have throttled the woman in front of her.

The woman who was supposed to have been watching her baby brother and son.

The same woman who was now saying that they were gone and she didn't know where they went.

"I mean they're gone. Not here" Nova replied meekly, not looking at the duo. "You... you picked them up hours ago.."

"WELL OBVIOUSLY I DIDN'T BECAUSE I'VE BEEN AT WORK WITH MY HUSBAND AND FATHER ALL DAY! WHICH IS WHY WE EVEN LEFT THEM HERE! WHAT DO YOU THINK WE PAY YOU FOR?!" Emma snapped, as Killian pulled her back.

Already texting her parents and Henry, telling them to get a search party ready.

"It was you! A-at least she looked like you..." Nova protested weakly. "How was I supposed to know she wasn't you?"

The savior had to admit that the nun had a point.

But that didn't quell the fury she felt at all.

So she just spun around and stormed out, tears welling up in her eyes before she said something she'd regret. 

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They didn't find them.

Not after an hour.

Not after a day.

Not after a week.

Not after a month or a year.

Or 10.

They didn't find them alive or dead.

They didn't find the toys they had brought with them that day or the clothes they had worn.

Not even a shoe.

No one knew whether that was better than finding any of that or not. All anyone knew was that the two boys were gone, seemingly without a trace.

And that broke their family's heart.

Year after year passed, with Emma and Killian unable to move on from their search for Harrison and Chadwick.

With them lamenting all of the time and milestones they were missing.

No one knew who was more of a wreck.

Emma and Killian or Snow and David.

All anyone knew was that they missed their boys.

Wherever they were. 

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"I dream about them, you know" Emma whispered to him one sleepless night as they laid in bed. Too tired to get up but too sad to sleep.

"Who?" Killian asked, even though he already knew the answer.

"Harrison and Chadwick."

"Oh? What are they like? The dreams I mean?" He questioned, eager to know more. Needing something to take his mind off of the dark places it kept venturing into.

"They're... oddly colorful. Like eye bleeding levels of colorful that doesn't fit the vibe of the places they show."

He leaned closer to her, wrapping his arm around her and pulling her close.

"And the places. They're... lonely..."

"Lonely? " Killian asked, baffled.

"Like, both places are full to the brim with people but everyone is on edge. Their walls up high. Like mine were."

"Oh.. "

"And the boys, they're separated. One in each place. Harrison's on a filthy island with 3 girls he calls his sisters and a crew to back him... And Chadwick's in a castle, surrounded by people who call themselves' his friends. A-and they're both fighting a silent losing battle with themselves, knowing they don't quite belong but not knowing why–" Emma began to tear up, feeling hopeless.

Killian wanted to comfort her but didn't know how.

How could he, when he was feeling just as hopeless and worthless as she was?

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Every so often, Emma would mention these dreams of hers but only ever to him.

Chadwick's insecure and is starting to bully other children.

Harrison is losing his sanity and keeps trying to get a crocodile to bite off his hand.

The adults they live with aren't good to them. Chadwick's guardians ignore him in favor of their biological daughter and Harrison's has fits of rage where he slashes at him and the girls with his hook.

The boys cry themselves to sleep every night.

They keep getting rejected by the boys and girls they like.

Chadwick tried to get a girl expelled because of her parentage after using her to cheat.

Harrison and his crew kidnapped a boy king.

Harrison still has his hook and jumped in polluted, shark and crocodile infested water after it.

Chadwick teamed up with the girl who broke his heart to get revenge on the kingdom only to be mistreated by her.

Harrison fought a group of knights and helped save a kingdom and free Chadwick.

Killian both savored and dreaded every dream Emma shared with him.

Not sure whether to beg for more details or beg her to stop.

Not sure whether or not these dreams were healthy or if even entertaining the idea that they might be real was cause for concern.

Not sure whether or not he wanted the dreams to be real.

Not sure whether or not this was a sign that the boys were alive and making their way back to them.

He soon got his answer, 17 years after the boys had been lost, when the doorbell rang on his and Emma's day off. 

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Killian reluctantly got up and answered the door, with Emma right behind him.

Befuddled by the sight that met them.

Because there, on the porch, was a small group of young adults.

A boy dressed in red, white, and black standing at the front— fidgeting with a hand held hook. He had Killian's eyes, nose, and hair. And Emma's face and ears.

And that nervous smile of his, a mix of their own.

As blue eyes met blue eyes.

"Hi. I'm Harr'. Harr' Hook... and yer son"

And behind him stood a boy with long curly, dirty, blonde hair and familiar eyes dressed in blue. Grinning like her mother did.

"Hello sister of mine."

At long last, their prayers had been answered.

Their boys were home.

And with them, they brought friends and more family to call their own.