Alright, I'm attempting a multi-chapter fic, one that I think is going to be a bit of an angst fest. It's very different from what I normally write (I'm more of a fluff person), but so far I'm very satisfied with what I've written! Hope you guys enjoy!

Disclaimer: Nope, of course I don't own Once Upon a Time

One week. That's all it was supposed to be. One god damned week. Yet it had been three weeks since there had been any word from the crew of the Jolly Roger. Killian and his crew had taken the ship out for what was to be nothing more than a recreational sail. For the past two weeks, Emma had been doing little aside from locking herself in her bedroom, surfacing only on the rare occasion her parents or her son were able to coax her out. Mary-Margaret was determined to see that today be one of those days.

"Emma, it's me. Can I come in?" she called as she lightly knocked on the door. Emma didn't respond right away. After a few moments of silence, Mary-Margaret called again; still no response. Concerned for her daughter, she tried the handle and found the door was unlocked. Upon entering, Mary-Margaret was able to see that, physically, Emma was just fine. However, it was very clear that her mental state had been better. She was sitting on her bed, staring at her wedding ring while fidgeting with it.

"Honey, can we talk?" the brunette approached her daughter gently. She knew that Emma would not respond well if she were to demand anything of her. Emma responded with silence.

"Emma, please? I know that none of this is easy, but I can tell that it's eating away at you. Keeping everything in won't help at all." Mary-Margaret placed her hand on Emma's shoulder. This prompted the blonde to speak.

"I never should have let him go," she whispered, more to herself than to her mother.

"No Emma, do not blame yourself for this. You had no idea that anything would happen to Killian. In fact, we still don't know that anything bad has even happened."

"Well, I look at it this way – either something bad has happened to him or else he's met some other girl on his escapades and he doesn't intend to come back. Try choosing the more favorable option between those two," Emma snapped. She was very clearly on edge despite Mary-Margaret's attempts to calm her daughter's nerves.

"You know what? This is his fault, not mine. Killian shouldn't have been planning any sailing trips right now. He had responsibilities here with me! I'm eight months pregnant for god's sake!" Emma was now releasing all the anger and hurt that she'd been hiding for two weeks. "Shit, what if he left because of that? He said he wanted a baby, but what if he got scared and ran?"

"Trust me, Emma, he didn't," Mary-Margaret reassured her.

"Oh and how would you know?" Emma spoke more harshly than intended.

"Because he's talked to me about the baby before. The last time I saw any man that excited about anything was when your father talked about you while I was pregnant. I think he was happier about this baby than you could see. I know that he wouldn't have left you because of that." Emma let what her mother had said sink in. She then realized that the older woman was right. Suddenly, Emma began sobbing. For the last two weeks, she had tried to deny any of this was happening. Now that she was actually talking to her mother, something that she hadn't done since the night Killian was to return home, it began to hit her that this wasn't a dream. This was real.

"He needs to come home; I can't do any of this without him. I can't have this baby knowing he isn't going to be here. I've gone through labor once by myself and I can't do it again. And I sure as hell can't raise a child by myself. I missed the first ten years of Henry's life. He came to me as, I will grudgingly admit, a very well raised child. I'm just going to screw this poor baby up."

"You most certainly will not," Mary-Margaret told her. "I know you may not have been with Henry since the beginning, but you've done a wonderful job with him over the past four years. I have no doubts that you'll do just as well with this little one."

Emma gave a small smile despite everything. Knowing that someone actually had faith in her abilities to raise a child made her feel a slight bit better - only slightly.

"Hey, why don't you come down for dinner? A change of scenery might be good for you," Mary-Margaret suggested. She hated that Emma was choosing to spend most of her time in her room…their room. Surely every moment Emma spent there had to remind her of Killian, likely making her all the more upset. Emma considered for a moment, finally caving into her mother's coaxing.

"Well…I guess so." Mary-Margaret had a feeling Emma was only going along with this because she was pregnant and had a life besides her own to think about. Even Emma could realize that she hadn't been eating nearly enough lately.

When the duo arrived downstairs, David and Henry eagerly greeted them. Mary-Margaret and David's one-year-old daughter Sophie also greeted her sister, but in her own way.

"Hey, Emma," David said gently, "How are you?" He assumed that he knew the answer, but he always hoped that, somehow, he would be wrong.

"The same, more or less," was Emma's response. She turned her attention to her son, knowing that hearing about his day would brighten her mood. "So, Henry, what have you been up to all day?"

"Well, this morning I went out with David and he taught me a bunch of new things with my sword and then I spent a few hours with Regina, since it's been a while since I've visited her, and then I got together with Grace for a while before I came home."

"Sounds fun," Emma smiled at him, hoping that a small bit of enthusiasm could be heard in her voice. She was interested in what was going on in Henry's life, especially now that he was fourteen, nearing fifteen. She was just incredibly distracted with Killian's disappearance.

The family finished their meal in relative silence. There was some small talk, though it was obvious that no one wanted to be the person who accidentally brought up Killian.

"Hey, Emma, would you mind watching Sophie for a little bit while David and I clean up and get a few other things done?" Mary-Margaret asked after their meal. On some level, Emma realized that this was more than likely a ploy to get her to stay out of her room. However, it was working.

"Of course," she responded. Mary-Margaret handed Sophie over to her sister. Because of the age difference, Emma was more of an aunt to the little girl than anything. However, that hadn't affected the bond they instantly shared.

"Hey, Soph," Emma smiled. She couldn't help but perk up a little bit after seeing the innocence on her sister's face. The baby was the only person in the house who had absolutely no idea what was going on. She was fortunate enough to know nothing about the potentially tragic situation that was unfolding. Something about that made Emma feel a tiny bit better.

"Let's go to the living room so I can set you down, ok?" the blonde said to the little girl. She very often forgot that carrying Sophie around while pregnant was not the greatest idea. Mary-Margaret could hear Henry joining them moments later. Henry had taken on a more brotherly role with Sophie, despite the fact that she was technically his aunt. She smiled to herself as she heard her two daughters and her grandson laughing together. Emma's spirits were clearly lifted, if only temporarily. Mary-Margaret was aware that Emma would likely enjoy some time with her family, but would then retire to her room for the night, only to be reminded that no one had any idea where her husband was or if he'd be coming home.

"I will never understand why she thinks she won't be a good mother to this baby," David commented to his wife as they finished cleaning.

"Well, she feels there's a lot of things in her life that she's messed up. I always try to tell her that, no matter what may have happened in the past, things have turned around. She's done so well with Henry since he came back into her life and she's great with Sophie. I have no doubt that she'll be able to handle everything, even if she does have to do it alone."

"She won't be alone though," David pointed out. "She'll have the two of us, she'll have Henry…I'm sure even the rest of the extended family would be there for her if need be."

"I really just hope Killian comes back," Mary-Margaret sighed. The chances were getting slimmer and slimmer by the day; she was well aware of this fact. For Emma's sake, she refused to give up hope.

"Hey, Snow?"

"Yeah?"

"There's something I need to tell you. I wasn't going to say anything, since we don't have all the facts at the moment, but I need to get it off my chest." The brunette suddenly felt sick. She knew that nothing coming out of her husband's mouth was going to be good news.

"I talked to Leroy this afternoon," he began. "He said that there appears to have been a shipwreck about 100 miles from here. As I said, we don't have all the facts, but it sounds like there's a very good chance that it may be the Jolly Roger."

"Oh god," Mary-Margaret said quietly. "What makes them think it's his ship?"

"All Leroy said was that the appearance seemed to match. However, that's all we have to go off of."

"I'm not sure if I even want to know the answer, but have they found any…" she couldn't even bring herself to finish the sentence.

"No, no they haven't found anyone." David knew what she was thinking.

"We can't tell Emma, not yet anyway. I refuse to tell her anything until we know that the ship is indeed the Jolly Roger and that Killian was lost."

"I completely agree."

"Well, enough of this upsetting speculation," Mary-Margaret declared. "Let's go in the other room and enjoy our family, ok?"

A couple of hours later, the entire family was getting ready to hunker in for the night. Sophie had fallen asleep in her father's arms very shortly after dinner. Henry was staring blankly at the TV, clearly paying very little attention to it and Emma was falling asleep as well.

"I think I'm going to head to my room," Emma announced as she slowly stood up.

"'Night, Mom," Henry called after her.

"Night, kid. 'Night Mary-Margaret, 'Night David," she smiled to her parents. Upon arriving in her room, Emma felt her mood change drastically. Every night she crawled into her bed, acutely aware of the empty space next to her. His smell was even beginning to fade from the sheets. Maybe she'd finally allow her mom to wash them. Mary-Margaret had been trying to get Emma to change her sheets, wash the old ones, but Emma refused. His scent on the sheets was comforting, helped her sleep. As she expected, the minute Emma found a comfortable position she became restless. She couldn't stop thinking.

"Killian, please come home," she whispered shortly before she finally drifted off.

There's chapter 1! Hope you've enjoyed so far! There will be an update either tomorrow or the next day, as it's already written out. Reviews would be lovely! :)

~Burton's Disney Princess~