I just wanted to thank everyone who has read and/or reviewed. Your support has meant so much to me. Enjoy this last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon a Time or its characters. All rights go to ABC and Adam Horowitz/Eddy Kitsis.

The Evil Queen walked through the doorway to the underground room looking none too pleased.

"What did you do?" She snarled.

"Whatever it is you think I did, I think I have a pretty good alibi," Emma responded, echoing her statement from one of the first interactions she'd had with Regina when she first came to town.

"You took my magic!"

"No…" Emma's lips quirked upward, "but I know who did."

Ignoring the ache radiating through her entire body, she pounced forward and slammed the Queen into the wall. The brunette struggled, but she didn't stand a chance against Emma, who at this point, had her pinned.

"You're going to regret this!"

"No I won't," Emma smirked as her fist connected with her captor's face with a satisfying crunch. The Queen crumpled to the ground, unconscious, and Emma made a run for it.

Killian walked through the woods, his eyes scanning in every direction for a sign of his Swan. As he rounded a corner, he felt arms wrap around his torso and yank him behind a tree. Just as he was about to strike his attacker, he saw a blur of blonde and realized the arms were hugging him, not hurting him.

"Emma!" He exclaimed, fully returning the hug.

"Thank you," she said breathlessly as he held her to his chest. When he felt her shaking, he pulled her in tighter.

"Here, let's get that off of you," he said as he gently removed the cuff. "Where's the Evil Queen?"

"In some dungeon. I uh… I think she'll be out for a while, at any rate, and we'll have time to regroup with the others and come up with a plan. I figured it was you who took her magic away, and she was dumb enough to let her prisoner out of shackles, so I punched her in the face, and‒"

"Emma," he cut her off firmly but gently. "Are you okay? Are you hurt?"

"I'm fine," she responded, but her cut her off with a look. "Well… I probably have a concussion and my hand hurts like a bitch, but other than that I'm fine."

He took her right hand in his and looked it over.

"It does look a bit swollen, love," he said quietly.

"I'll be fine," she assured him. "Do you have your phone?"

"Your parents," he nodded. "Right, I was supposed to call once I found you. And I lost Granny somewhere along the way… she thought she smelled something, but I could feel you weren't there‒"

"It's okay," she said, putting her hands on his shoulders. "It's okay, we'll just call them now." With a nod, Killian fished his phone out of his pocket and handed it to Emma. She dialed her dad's number, and he picked up on the first ring.

"Killian? Did you fi‒"

"Dad…" The blonde bit her lip as her voice broke. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, not wanting to alarm anyone. "I'm okay. I'm with Killian, and the Queen is half a mile southeast of where me and him are. She should still be on the floor, but if she isn't and she woke up, then at least she doesn't have magic and we'll be able to‒"

"Emma," David breathed, and she heard him put the phone on speaker.

"Honey, are you alright?" Snow asked, and the blonde could picture her parents fighting for the closest spot to the phone.

"I'm fine," she responded patiently.

"Concussion and broken hand," Killian cut in, and Emma shot him a look.

"Possible concussion and my hand is not broken, Killian. I'm fine, alright? Right now we need to‒"

"You need to get to the hospital," Snow cut her off. "We'll meet you th‒"

"Mom," Emma sighed, "We'll all be in much worse shape if we don't deal with the Evil Queen, because she's gonna be pretty pissed off when she wakes up."

"Fine," David said. "We'll meet up at the hospital and while Whale's checking you out, we'll figure out what we're gonna do. I'll call Regina and Zelena, and you guys just get to the hospital and we'll meet you there."

Killian and Emma looked at each other, then nodded.

"Will do, Dave," Killian said.

"We love you, Emma," David said, and Emma smiled,

"Me too." With that, Emma pressed the red button and ended the call.

"We better get out of here," Killian said, putting an arm around her.

"Yeah," she sighed, leaning on him slightly as they trekked out of the woods.

Killian and Emma were enjoying the relative peace and silence of their own private room in the emergency department of Storybrooke General when six distinct voices could be heard. Within seconds, Snow, David, Regina, Zelena, Granny, and Henry were all barreling into her room. Henry launched himself onto her bed. Snow and David each flanked her on one side, effectively shoving Killian out of the way (though David did offer him an apologetic look). Regina took post at the foot of the bed while Zelena hovered near the doorway.

"I'm okay, Henry," Emma whispered as she clutched onto her son.

"I thought you were gonna…" He cut himself off, unwilling to finish the thought.

"Hey," the blonde said firmly as she pulled back to look Henry in the eye. "Your mom already tried to kill me with the apple turnover you ended up eating. Every villain, like, ever has tried to kill me. I'm pretty unkillable. And Killian here," she jammed her thumb in his direction, "was resurrected by Zeus so that we can be together. I don't think the gods will let me stay dead even if someone manages to kill me. I'm not going anywhere, kid."

Henry nodded, blinking back tears, and rolled off the bed to give Killian a spot. He shook his head and motioned for Henry to stay where he was. The boy needed his mother.

"I'm sorry," Regina said quietly. "If I'd known this would happen…"

"You couldn't have known," the blonde replied. "None of us did."

"It was still a bad idea. We didn't know what the repercussions would be, we didn't even know if I could kill the Evil Queen ‒which I didn't‒ because my heart is still in me, so it seems she doesn't need the heart that was in her. So now we have no way of killing her, and‒"

"A heart, magically, she may not need. But a hole in her brain might prove to be more of a problem for her," Emma said.

"I'll do it," Killian said.

"Hey, she took me, I'm damn well going to be the one who‒"

"You need to rest," Snow said, still not relinquishing her grip on her daughter's hand.

"I'm fine," Emma threw her hands up in the air, exasperated. The IV line tugged, and she looked down. "Okay… I will be once I get out of here. Where is he?"

"Dr. Whale? I'll go find him," Zelena said before scooting off.

"She helped?" Emma turned her head to Killian, who shrugged.

"She did a lot to help," Regina said with a proud smile. "She's really changed."

"That's good," the blonde said. "I'm glad things are working out for the two of you."

"Me too."

The group sat in a comfortable silence for a few minutes until Zelena returned with a very annoyed Dr. Whale.

"Miss Swan," the doctor entered with a curt nod.

"Were you with another patient?" Emma cringed.

"An old lady in respiratory distress. She'll be okay for a few minutes I suppose," he said. "Besides, this one wouldn't take no for an answer, so at the risk of sustaining bodily harm, I decided it would be best to attend to your needs."

"I didn't threaten him," Zelena said, making it obvious that she was being better so that her daughter wouldn't get taken away.

"Let's get on with this, then," Dr. Whale sighed. He loved the Charmings, he really did. But they weren't the best patients, and he had a much nicer elderly woman down the hall. "Alright, Emma, so…" he flipped through her chart. "You do have a concussion… not too severe, but you can expect symptoms to persist for one to two weeks. Minor abrasions on your wrists and ankles, dehydration… hairline fractures on two of your fingers. I'd like to keep you on fluids overnight and also keep you on concussion watch‒"

"I'll drink," Emma said. "I promise I'll chug a bottle of water every fifteen minutes or whatever it takes to get out of here. I just want to go home."

"Still, there's the concussion…"

"I've had plenty of concussions," the blonde waved off his concern. "This isn't even the worst I've ever had. I'll be fine."

Dr. Whale pressed his lips into a thin line and looked at Snow and David. "You'll watch her?"

"Of course," Snow replied, and Dr. Whale knew it was a silly question. That woman barely let her kids out of her sight when they were well, never mind when they were sick.

"Alright. I'm not too happy, but I know arguing is pointless and there's nothing we can do here that you can't do at home. If she vomits, bring her right back."

"I'm sitting right here…" Emma grumbled, and Killian put a hand on her leg.

"Are you sure this is a good idea?" The darker haired man asked. "If you think she'd be better off here, then maybe you should stay, Emma."

"I'm going home," she said firmly.

"I'll have the nurse get the discharge papers, then." With that, Dr. Whale left.

"Here's your grilled cheese and onion rings," Snow said as she set a plate in front of Emma, who was sprawled out on her mother's couch.

"I'm starving," the blonde said, leaning forward and all but attacking her lunch.

"We have two tubs of ice cream in the freezer," David said from the kitchen, where he was balancing baby Neal in one arm and a mug of cocoa in his other hand. He set it down on the coffee table next to her plate, then sat next to her. "I'm pretty sure your mom has chocolate chip cookies somewhere around here, too, but if you feel like something more substantial than ice cream and cookies, I'd be happy to make you whatever you want."

"Thanks, Dad," Emma smiled, putting her grilled cheese down long enough to give her father's hand a squeeze.

It absolutely thrilled Snow and David to be able to take care of their usually independent daughter. It also hurt, on some level, because Snow figured behind the smile the blonde was putting on for her family's sake, she was in a great deal of pain ‒and beyond exhausted‒ if she was letting them wait on her while she rested on the couch.

Henry and Killian burst through the door with brown bags from Granny's in each of their arms. With a wave of Emma's hand, all four bags went flying onto the kitchen counter. Snow shot her daughter a look, and the blonde smiled back sheepishly.

"I was just trying to help."

"You need to rest, and using your magic isn't resting," David said gently. He relinquished his spot on the couch to Killian, who was walking over with his own plate of food. Killian nodded his thanks and slid next to Emma.

"How are you feeling, love?"

"Hungry," she replied as she popped an onion ring into her mouth. The other three adults fixed her with a look, and she rolled her eyes. "I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all."

Little Neal didn't seem to appreciate the attention not being on him, and he let out a squeal.

"Ssh, honey…" Snow murmured and all but snatched him out of David's arms. "He's probably hungry, too."

"If he's gonna be crying, maybe just keep him… like… away from me, because loud noises and concussions do not mix for me."

"Of course," Snow patted Emma on the knee as she walked into her bedroom. Killian looked over to the kitchen, where Henry was standing awkwardly with his plate balanced in his hands.

"Come here, lad," the pirate said while patting the cushion to his right and sliding to his left. After hesitating for a moment, Henry plopped himself down between Emma and Killian.

"I'm okay, Henry," Emma assured him. "I'm just gonna be sore for a week, then I'll be good as new."

"But you're not okay now," he said quietly. Though he was nearly thirteen and very much a teenager, Emma found in times like these, she could still see the sad, ten year old boy who showed up on her doorstep all those years ago. It made her heart ache for the time she'd lost with him, as well as the knowledge that she had made him this scared.

"This isn't the worst shape I've ever been in," she said, shifting herself so that she could hug him close and run her fingers through his hair. "I promise I will be absolutely fine."

Seeming to accept her answer, Henry sat up and began picking at his lunch. Emma leaned back and looked over to Killian, who smiled at her.

"Ack, you guys are having one of those eye conversations that Gram and Gramps do, aren't you?"

"We're true love, Henry, of course we are. It's practically a rite of passage," Killian replied. From Snow and David's room, the three heard David grumble, and they laughed.

The Hyde and Evil Queen mess might not get resolved tomorrow, or the next day. And it absolutely was a problem that needed to be dealt with. But for now, Emma was pushing aside the need to do something, and instead focused on relishing in these little moments that life is made up of.