AN: Hello everyone! This will contain a bunch of one shots and drabbles that I have written for the amazingly wonderful Captain Swan. They are each based on prompts, written for captainswanapproved's 2015 tumblr writing challenge :)

Prompt: Vacation

Title: Her Own Happy Ending
Rating: G
Word Count: 1019
Summary: Killian vowed to take her across the seven seas. He vowed to give her a happy ending.

They were sitting by the docks – there were many fond memories that swirled around in Killian's mind connected to the docks of Storybrooke. The ship sat in the water, rolling in the smooth waves as the breeze blew along the sea water. Once upon a time, his ship used to be his everything – his refuge, the last time he saw his brother before he had died in his arms.

He looked earnestly across the sunset as he felt a hand on his cheek, turning his face around to face those beautiful blue eyes.

"What are you thinking about?" Emma said quietly, rubbing a thumb across his cheek in soft, gentle circles.

Sometimes he felt those blue eyes were as blue as the sea itself. He felt like he could be lost in them forever.

"Just reminiscing, love," Killian said, bringing his hand up to her hand that still lay on his cheek.

"This isn't much of a vacation," Emma smirked as she looked out into the sunset as well.

"You don't call taking a break from fighting an Evil Queen, or searching for the Wicked Witch, or battling a Snow Queen, or dealing with three renounced villains a vacation?" Killian joked.

"Well," Emma rolled her eyes, but when Killian looked at her, she was smiling. "I guess in Storybrooke, it's hard to think of things like vacations." Emma leaned down to pick up a small stone that was lying on the ground in front of the bench they were sitting at. It was soft and smooth, as if life had weathered it down over time, and instead of breaking it down and making it more ragged, time had made the stone more beautiful.

Emma threw the rock towards the water, and they both listened as it splashed into the water with a satisfying sound, watch the ripples flowing from the spot where it landed.

"I wonder what life would've been like if I wasn't the Saviour," Emma said quietly, more to herself. "We could've had real vacations."

"Or I could've taken you across the seven seas," Killian smirked as Emma gave him a knowing look. "Like I said, Swan, you could make a hell of a pirate."

"Ofcourse, what kind of vacation would a pirate enjoy most?" She joked as she leaned into Killian, his hand wrapping around her shoulder.

"Well, where would you like to have gone, love? What is your perfect vacation spot?" Killian asked.

Emma was looking out into the sunset, but she did no look Killian in the eye. He could see the pain in her eyes – he had learned to recognize it long ago.

Killian knew the one place that was running through her mind. Even though Neal had passed away for some time, he knew his memory ran through her mind – if he had to admit, Neal's memoryran through his own mind quite often, in the quiet moments that Killian had to himself. He sometimes did not know whether to welcome them or to push them away.

He brought Emma tighter and closer to him. She turned her face into his chest as he hugged her. He tipped a finger under her chin and brought her face up so that she was looking at him.

"If you weren't the saviour, however – I never would have met you."

Her eyes shone with tears but she smiled, and with a choked sound in her throat she brought Killian's face to her so that she could kiss him.

Just as her lips were about to touch his, Emma had suddenly disappeared from Killian's. He opened his eyes in fear. He couldn't see Emma anywhere, but as he turned towards the sea, he saw something.

He saw a woman walking towards the sunset, a dark swirl wisping around her, almost like a thick spider web that threatened to claim her. She was not close enough, but not far away enough for him not see those blue eyes when she turned around.

But this time, the eyes were not a blue of the sea. They were a shiny, glassy blue – as if her eyes were made of ice. But he knew those eyes – no matter what consumed them, he knew the eyes of his love, along with the blonde hair, which now blew in the wind along the black web of darkness surrounding her.

"What irony," she said in a dark, mocking, icy tone. "You spent your whole life searching for the dark one, to kill the dark one." A sly, villainous smile across her face. "But now you have fallen in love with her."

Killian stood up to run towards her, but by the time he took a single step, she had turned away, and the dark cloud engulfed her, leaving a dark, sunless sky – drowning out the sunset that once was there.

Killian fell to his knees, staring into the dark sky, praying that he could have reached out and grabbed her – just touched her for one moment, one last time; to bring her back home to him. His could not breathe as his heart felt like it was shattering into pieces, and as the tears started to fall from his eyes, he blacked out.

He gasped as he sat up in his bed. He could still feel the tears on his cheeks, as he struggled to breathe through the ache that remained in his chest. He looked over to the table, where the dagger sat, glimmering even in the darkness of the night around him. He picked it up in his hand, barely able to read the name on it as his eyes clouded over with more tears, which he tried so hard to blink back.

One day, he said in his mind. One day, my love. I will take you across the seven seas. I will take you wherever you want to go. There is no dream that you desire that I will not make happen.

He vowed that he would break Emma out of the darkness that now consumed her. He vowed that he would give his love her own happy ending.