A/N: Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and added this story to their alerts. This will be the final chapter and I hope you all enjoy it!

Also, there may be mild spoilers here, based on the speculation of time travel being in the finale...

The sand beneath her was wet and Emma knew that if she didn't move soon then the tide would reach her. It was bad enough that it was raining but Emma really didn't feel like moving. She was cold, wet and sore and couldn't work out why her shoulders ached the way they did or why her head felt heavy and full of cotton wool.

A groan on her left alerted Emma to the presence of someone else but the Saviour couldn't bring herself to care. She had no idea where she was, why she was there or what had happened but for the first time in a long time she felt safe and, for Emma, that was enough to warrant a few more moments of sleep. Rolling on to her side, Emma's eyes shot open. She could feel both legs.

As in, she could feel her bare right leg with her bare left leg and vice versa and for someone who practically lived in denim, this was a cause for alarm.

Sitting up quickly, Emma bent forward, pressing her head into her hands as her memories from the past few days returned.

The battle with Zelena. Her trip through the Enchanted Forest. Killian almost dying for her again and-

Killian!

Moving quickly, opening her eyes, Emma saw the pirate she was searching for sprawled out on his side a few paces away from her on the beach. Crawling over to him, pulling him over to face him, Emma checked for any injuries, for the burn marks that should have covered his entire chest and instead only found a dark waistcoat, fully buttoned.

Hook, or Killian as Emma had taken to calling him in her head, seemed perfectly fine. More than fine, her head supplied at the sight on the brown coat clinging to his arm and hiding the fingers that were part of the hand that was most definitely attached to the pirate in front of her.

"Killian? Killian wake up," Emma hissed, shaking the man in her lap.

"I'm tired," Hook mumbled, moving closer to Emma almost unconsciously burying his head in her stomach.

"Look at me, I don't know where we are but this doesn't look like Enchanted Forest and-"

"Doesn't matter," throwing his arm around her, Hook grabbed onto the fabric on Emma's dress, determined not to let her go.

"Killian Jones," Emma hissed, pushing the pirate off of her lap, "You'd better wake up right now or I'm going to walk into whatever is out there on my own. If I die it will be on your conscious, is that what you want?" She said, waiting a beat for him to respond.

"Don't you dare, lass," Killian answered, slowly sitting up and looking at her, checking her quickly for injuries before distracting himself with the sight of his left hand. "Okay, I still have my hand."

"So does that mean we're still in the Enchanted Forest, because this doesn't look like it," Emma remarked gesturing around them and remembering Rumplestiltskin promising Hook that he would have both hands for their time-traveling adventure, chasing after the Wicked Witch.

"I wouldn't want to say anything for certain yet, love, but this hardly looks like the Enchanted Forest," Killian answered, standing up and walking along the shoreline.

Chasing after the fleeing pirate, Emma fell into step with the dark haired man beside her. "What happened?"

"We're not talking about it, Swan," Killian ground out, hands clenching into fists.

"Back in the Forest, before we passed out and ended up here you said-"

"Swan!"

"No, I'm not ignoring this!"

"No, I meant, look!" Killian shouted, grabbing the blonde woman in front of him and turning her to see the sign.

"Storybrooke," she read before spinning back around, "We're in Storybrooke?"

"I'm just as surprised as you are, love."

Deciding to postpone the argument, Emma grabbed Killian's hand dragging him alongside her as she ran to town, hitching up the dress as she ran.

Arriving in the town, the two began to slow down, both out of breath.

"Isn't this Main Street?" Killian asked, bent over and gesturing to their surroundings.

"Looks like it," Emma replied, pressing her hand into the stitch in her side. "Granny's should be down there, that's where everyone was when we left," Emma spoke, standing up, referring to the spell that sent Zelena back in time. The spell that Hook and Emma used to follow the witch back in time.

"Then let's go to Granny's," Hook said, coming to stand beside Emma, "You can buy us lunch," he laughed, holding out his arm for her to hold onto.

Smirking and placing her hand in the crook of his elbow, Emma followed Killian's example and made her way into town, all the while looking around for anyone familiar.

Eventually, the pair reached the town square and saw bodies littering the streets and, believing the worst, Emma ran forward hoping to offer assistance. Moving closer, Emma sighed audibly as Killian came to stand beside her.

"They're just asleep?" He asked, dumbfounded.

"Like we were on the beach," Emma agreed, watching as many of the bodies began shifting and stirring, before stepping over to a familiar dark haired form and shaking it awake.

"Regina?"

"Emma? You're back, I'm assuming it worked?" Regina asked, standing slowly with the assistance of Robin who had also woken.

"Of course it worked, dearie, it was my plan after all," Gold called out, walking across the street, barely paying them a second glance as he moved over to where Belle lay on the ground, still asleep.

Once Regina was upright once more, Emma allowed her eyes to scan the crowds searching for the faces she desperately wanted to see.

"I hope you don't mind, your majesty," Robin apologised to Regina, "But I must find Roland."

"Of course, I have to find Henry," the Queen answered, nodding as the outlaw ran off, calling out for his son.

"Wouldn't the lad be where we left him last?" Hook offered, acting as the voice of reason to the frantic mothers.

"The diner!" Regina sighed as both mothers ran to the establishment, Hook hot on their heels.

Throwing the doors open, neither Emma or Regina showed any signs of slowing down as Henry stood up to greet them. Regina threw her arms around the boy as Emma raised her hand to his face, ruffling his hair before moving on to see her parents and the new-born babe nestled in her mother's arms.

"You're okay?" Emma sighed, phrasing it as less of a question and as more of a statement.

"We're okay," Charming nodded, pulling his eldest child into a firm hug, hand coming up to cup the back of Emma's head as he nodded at Hook.

"And the baby?" Emma asked, voice wavering, praying that all their efforts hadn't been wasted.

"She's fine," Mary-Margret said, voice caught somewhere between a laugh and a sob, "She's perfect, Emma, thank you."

"Do you want to hold her?" David asked, finally letting go of his eldest daughter.

"I, are you sure? I mean, yes," Emma stumbled, looking around at her family, seeing the amused look on Hook's face at her difficulty expressing herself.

Moving over to the spot where her mother rested, Emma couldn't help the tears that gathered in her eyes. Reaching for the infant, wary of hurting the child in anyway, Emma marvelled at the baby, blonde tufts of hair, pale skin and what looked like her mother's chin.

"She's beautiful," Killian said, breaking the silence, noting how Emma seemed to be struggling to find her voice, "Does she have a name yet?"

"Actually, she does," David said, wrapping an arm around his wife as Emma passed the child back to Snow.

Hand ghosting over the new-born's head, Snow looked at the people in the room, from her husband to her daughter standing by the pirate, to Henry who seemed far too quiet for the teenage boy she been used to, to Regina and Robin Hood with his son who had appeared. "We called her Dorothy."

"Dorothy?" Henry asked, choking on the laugh that was begging to escape.

"Don't you like it?" Snow worried, looking up at her husband and back to the baby in her arms.

"It's perfect," Emma assured standing back as Regina slowly made her way over to the infant.

Emma didn't know what she was expecting from the former Evil Queen but watching the woman to burst into tears was not it.

Standing back, Emma watched as Regina attempted to apologise for everything she had done while Snow wasn't accepting any of it, claiming that it was in the past and that they should move on, that they were family.

Eventually, Gold and Belle returned to the room, impatient to see the newest royal and Roland clambered across Henry's lap to see what 'a real baby looks like'.

"I meant it," Killian whispered, reaching down to take a hold of Emma's hand before seeing her confused look. "What I said in the Enchanted Forest. What I didn't want to talk about. I meant it, Swan. You're my home."

Hearing the words out in the open once more and not said in anger, Emma couldn't help moving closer to the former pirate, raising her left hand to rest just above his heart.

"I know," she sighed, smiling at the sight of the ring on her middle finger, the ring that Killian himself had placed there when promising not to leave her.

Resting her head on Killian's shoulder, Emma let her gaze sweep across the room once more, watching her family interact, seeing the love where it had been concealed before, listening to Henry offer to teach Roland and Dorothy everything he knew, watching Regina finally let her walls down and let Robin support her.

A few years ago, Emma Swan was an orphan. She was alone and liked it that way but now she couldn't imagine ever going back to that life.

She was the Saviour and she was loved and, finally, for the first time in her life, she had a place to come back to at the end of the day.

She had a home.

A/N2: And now I await your thoughts and feelings. I do hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I've enjoyed writing it; I hope to post more work for this fandom soon so keep an eye out!

Until next time...