A/N: So this is kind of just a speculation fic of the season finale. I know it's not going to happen like this at all, but I was just wondering what if...and I wanted to share it with you lovely people. Let me know what you think! Also, this is super spoilery for 3x20 and the finale. Leave a review! :)

Chapter 1

Killian could only remember Emma's hand slipping out of his own before he let go of the ground, allowing the portal to take him as well. He wasn't going to let another realm separate them ever again.

He knew how portals worked. If you weren't holding on to the person you were with, you would most likely land in completely different places. Killian could feel himself falling for a few seconds before landing on something.

"Oooff!" someone exclaimed from under him.

Killian shook his head, feeling rattled from the fall. He knew he had fallen on top of someone, so he quickly rolled over, despite his lack of orientation. He groaned, keeping his eyes tightly shut for a moment before opening them. "Sorry, mate," he said through clenched teeth as he looked at the cloaked figure he had landed on.

Green eyes meet his from under the cloak. The person pulled off their hood.

Killian felt relief flood him. "Emma…thank God-"

"You bastard!" Emma exclaimed, pouncing on top of him.

Killian yelped as she knocked the air out of him. She had grabbed the lapels of his coat and was shaking him.

"What did you do?! How could you leave me behind like that?! What the hell were you thinking?!" Emma screamed at him as she continued shaking him. "Do you have any idea what they were about to do to me?!"

The relief that had flooded him was replaced with dread. How long had it been? He had jumped after her as soon as her hand slipped out of his. Had years passed? "Emma, please! I followed right after you, I swear!" he exclaimed as he grabbed her hands and tried to calm her down.

"Don't lie to me, pirate! You probably went to get a drink with Red, didn't you?!"

"Emma, I did not!" Killian finally yelled back. He pushed her off of him and stood up. "What has gotten into you? I told you already, I jumped in as soon as your hand slipped out of mine. You have to believe me!"

Emma glared at him from the ground. "I hate you," she hissed, picking up a rock and throwing it at him.

Killian brought his hands up to block the small rock. He looked at her with a loss of words.

Emma finally stood up and brushed off her cloak and dress. When she straightened, Killian could feel his stomach churning. Her abdomen was swollen. She was pregnant. At least seven months. Killian couldn't believe it had been that long. He dragged his eyes to hers, noticing something strange in them. He couldn't pinpoint what it was though. The fact that she was very pregnant was a bit distracting. "Emma…"

Before he could form any thought into a coherent sentence, Emma had grabbed the lapels of his coat again. She pushed him against a tree. Killian braced himself for the worst.

Instead, she slammed her mouth against his.

Killian was beyond confused. But Emma was kissing him. And he was not going to question it right now. His arms easily slid to her waist as he brought her closer to him. At least as close as her stomach would allow him to. She nipped at his bottom lip and Killian quickly opened his mouth, allowing her tongue to do things he didn't think she was capable of.

Emma was the first one to pull back, pressing her forehead against his as they gasped for air. Killian gently pressed the tip of his nose against hers, giving her a small peck.

She opened her eyes, gazing into his blue ones. There was something different in them though. "Don't you ever do that to me again, pirate. Understand?"

"I'll never leave you again," Killian said.

Emma smiled, letting go of him. "We better get out of the open. Don't want one of the Queen's guards coming after us again," she said as she pulled up her hood again.

Killian smiled back at her. There were a million questions in his head, but he refrained from asking them as she grabbed his hand and pulled him along to the road.

They had been walking for only a few moments when Killian couldn't stand it anymore. He had to ask her exactly how long it had been and how she was even pregnant. Before he could ask her, a carriage approached them fast from behind.

They both turned around in time to see said carriage and two horses being pulled back. Killian glanced at Emma and could see her eyes widening. The door to the carriage opened and Emma immediately lowered her head.

"What is the meaning of this?"

Killian's eyes widened. David was standing in front of him, dressed in royal garbs. Except he looked older than Killian had ever seen him. As if he had aged thirty years.

"Um…" Killian was so confused.

"Your highness, we're so sorry," Emma said as she went into a deep bow. She yanked on Killian's arm, making him go into a deep bow as well.

"Why are you two walking in the middle of the road? You could both be trampled by careless riders," David said, crossing his arms.

Emma kept her head lowered. "We understand. It's just…I'm with child and my husband didn't want me having to walk on the bumpy path in the woods. You see, I'm due any day now and he's just trying to look out for me. Isn't that right dear?"

Killian still had no idea what was going on, but he thought it best to play along, "Exactly. We'll be more careful next time, sire."

David narrowed his eyes as he kept them on Emma. "Rise," he said.

Killian and Emma both straightened, but Emma kept her head down.

David walked towards her and put a finger under her chin. He pulled back her hood and stared intently at her. Killian watched their interaction with wonder.

"Do I know you from somewhere?" David asked her.

Emma shook her head, not looking him in the eye. "Not that I know of, your highness."

David frowned. He didn't press it any longer though. He turned around and went back to his carriage. "I suggest you two be more careful when walking on the roads,"

Killian and Emma both moved to the side of the road and bowed as the carriage continued on in front of them.

"He didn't even recognize you…" Killian murmured.

Emma pursed her lips as she stared after the carriage. "Of course he didn't," she said softly. She pulled up her hood again. "Come on. It's going to get dark soon,"

No, Killian needed an explanation. He had to know what happened. "Emma, wait," he said as he pulled her back to stop her.

Emma looked at him, a mischievous look in her eyes. "Oh, Captain, did you want some more of the tree experience?" she practically purred.

Killian shifted his weight from foot to foot as he shook his head. Emma was acting strangely. Was it because so much time had passed? "No, Emma, I just…" he took a deep breath, looking down to her stomach. "What exactly happened? How long has it been?" he finally asked.

Emma looked down to her stomach as well. She rubbed it fondly. "Oh, probably about a week."

Killian thought he was ready for any answer. But obviously not. "What?"

Emma rolled her eyes. "Hook, we don't have time for your jokes right now."

"But I don't understand…"

Emma shook her head as she reached for something behind her neck. She then reached under her skirt and pulled out a large sack. Where her swollen stomach had once been was now flat. "You left me alone for a week with nothing. I had to gather supplies and what better place for a lady thief to keep them then in her womb?" she said with a smile. "Which, by the way, I'm still pissed about. Why exactly did you leave me in the middle of a run? Were you really that tired of me?" her smile soon turned into a scowl and she was staring at him with her arms crossed.

"Look, the only thing I remember is falling through that portal in that barn that Zelena somehow managed to still open. I couldn't hold on to you any longer and you fell through. I swear, I jumped in right after you. You say, it's only been a week though? And I don't understand how you can still remember me, yet David has no clue who we are. What is going on?"

Emma stared at Killian. "You're not him," she said quietly.

"Pardon?"

Emma looked down. She adjusted the sack in her hands. "I'm sorry," she said before swinging the sack above her and right into Killian's temple.

He was out before he even thought of defending himself.

One thing Emma was sure of was that she was cold. She was cold and wet. Her lungs were also screaming at her. She leaned over and coughed, water coming out of her mouth.

"There you go, love. Breathe. Just breathe."

Emma opened her eyes and saw Killian hovering over her. She closed her eyes again and winced. "What happened?" she asked as she slowly sat up.

"I was hoping you would tell me. I haven't seen you in a week and then I find you drifting out in the sea. What were you doing all the way out here?"

Emma frowned. "A week?" she looked past Killian. She was on board the Jolly Roger. His crew were walking around as if this was a normal occurrence. Except they were dressed differently. "Wait…we're in the Enchanted Forest?"

Killian started laughing. "You must've hit your head hard when you hit the water. Of course, we're in the Enchanted Forest."

Emma held her head and tried to remember what happened. "What do you mean it's been a week?"

"Ah, here it comes…" Killian mumbled as he took a stood and took a step back.

Emma frowned. "What?"

"Oh, don't play with me, lass. Just get it over with. You always lose your temper whenever I decide to leave you for more than a day. Do it so my crew will be quick to get over their jeers." Killian said, reaching a hand to pull her up.

"Killian, I have no idea what you're talking about."

Killian raised an eyebrow. "We're on first name basis now? Hmm…I'm assuming you want to save me the embarrassment then." he took a few steps closer to her, invading her personal space. "I do hope you don't plan on repaying me in our bedroom."

Emma pulled back and glared at him. "Please, as if I'd ever share a bedroom with you,"

Killian grinned. "That's not what you said just a few weeks ago," he leaned in closer to her, pressing his hips against hers. A couple of the crew members who were watching gave a few whoops.

Emma's eyes widened at his boldness. "Killian, stop," she hissed, trying to push him away.

"One of the many words you don't say to me either in our bedroom," Killian said, dropping his face to her neck.

Emma gasped as he felt her start nipping at her neck. She couldn't help the feeling bubbling deep inside her. It confused her and scared her. She closed her eyes and remembered the portal. None of this was making any sense.

She grabbed the back of his head and pulled him back. "What are you doing?" she hissed.

Killian grinned. "Nothing you never objected to. Well, at least not for more than a few moments."

Emma slapped him. Hard.

Killian chuckled as he kept his head turned to the side. He touched the edge of his lip. Emma had split it and now he was bleeding.

"Don't you ever try something like that again. Understood?" Emma growled.

Killian lifted his hands in surrender. "You seem to be in a mood. Perhaps it's because of your wet clothes,"

"Look, I don't what's gotten into you, but we don't have time for this. We need to find my parents and figure what happened."

Killian shook his head. "Whatever the lady wishes," he turned away from her and started yelling orders to the crew.

Emma felt herself shiver. She brought her arms up to try and rub some warmth into them. Killian turned to look at her again.

"Ah, yes. I've forgotten that you were completely wet. Come, I'm sure you've got some clothes somewhere in my cabin. Which, might I mention, you have some very strange clothes on at the moment," Killian said as he led her below deck.

Emma tried not to pay attention to his comments, but they bothered her. Something was different. But he knew who she was. He remembered her.

"I don't know where you end up throwing your belongings, but they're in here somewhere." he said as they entered his cabin. Killian didn't wait for her to start looking. He moved to find his rum and start drinking.

Emma gave him an odd look as she rummaged through the drawers.

"Tell me, Swan," Killian finally said after a few moments of silence. "Why exactly do you want to go to your parents?"

"Because if something happened, they probably know or at least know how to fix it,"

"Forgive me if I'm wrong, but last time we visited your mother, she threw us out of her home. And your father doesn't even know you exist,"

Emma slammed a drawer shut. "What are you talking about?!" she turned to face him. "Nothing is making sense right now! Why are you acting like a horny jerk? Why do I even have clothes here? What are you even saying about my parents?"

Killian stared at her with a curious look in his eyes. He fingered his hook. "That water must've done more than nearly drown you…" he mumbled as he eyed her.

Emma crossed her arms. "Tell me what's going on. Now."

Killian stood up and walked towards her. "Has Rumplestiltskin gotten in your head again?"

Emma swallowed hard. "What?"

Killian shook his head. "That devious imp, toying with things he knows nothing about," he cupped her face with his hand. He brought his hook up to caress her cheek. "You are nothing more than a thief whose partner in crime is Captain Hook. You are the illegitimate daughter of King James and the thief Snow White. You have no magic. You will never be the savior of a place called Storybrooke,"

Emma felt as if she couldn't breathe. She shook her head. "No…that's not true…Henry. Wait, what about Henry? Where is he?"

Killian pursed his lips. "You don't need to worry about him. Remember?"

"What do you mean?" Emma asked.

"You're tired, Swan. Change into some dry clothes,"

"Not until you tell me where Henry is."

Killian reached behind her and pulled open one of the drawers. There was a simple dress stuffed in the back of it. He grabbed it and tossed it into her arms. "Get dressed." he turned away from her and sat back in his chair, resuming the drink he had left.

Emma stared at him, waiting for him to get up and leave. "If you're not going to tell me about Henry, then at least leave the room so I can change."

Killian laughed. "Oh, so now you've become a prude? That crocodile must have done a number on you, love."

"Get out of the room, Killian," Emma repeated, pointing to the door.

Killian narrowed his eyes. "This isn't like you, you know. You're acting quite strange."

"And you're being a jerk. Get out of the room."

Killian nodded his head. "Fine. I understand you need your space. Get dressed," he said before walking out of the room.

Emma started undressing as soon as she heard the door close. But as soon as she peeled off the last piece of wet clothing, she heard the lock clicking. Her eyes widened as she quickly slipped on the dress and ran to the door. She tried the knob, but it would budge. "Hey! Killian, what the hell?!" she yelled as she pounded the door with her fist.

"I can't have you raving like a lunatic in front of my men, love. You'll embarrass me!"

"You let me out of this room, right now!"

"I can see you're still upset. Well, as soon as you calm down, you can come out. But for now, you stay in there and sit pretty. I can assure you, you will be getting a visit from me tonight however," Killian chuckled.

"Open this door, Jones!"

Emma only heard a laugh and the nothing else. "Hey! Hey! Let me out of here!" Emma continued yelling.

She didn't know how long she had been yelling for. Her throat was sore again. Emma had slid down to the floor and was leaning against the door. She closed her eyes.

What was going on?