Title : Save Today
Author : Cherrywolf713, aka, Melissa
Summary : Killian Jones and his first reactions to the Under World
Pairing : Captain Swan, all the way people
Status : Complete
Disclaimer : Not mine.
A/N : I had a lot of feels after the mid-season finale. Plus I totally noticed Killian pointing over Emma's shoulder...
So save today, the secrets that you prayed for
And wait, cause we deserve it so much more
So save, the secrets that you prayed for, awake
I'll see you on the other side
He could feel his body solidifying, the ground suddenly just there under his feet after what had felt like hours or days (or weeks or maybe even years) His mind had raced on and on in that dead space of time, her tearful green eyes filling his vision while her cries echoed in his ears; his memory forced to replay the one thing he hoped he would never have to do again – to leave the love of his life behind. His breath eventually came back to him in a shudder, a strangled gasp pushing through his lips, and then his eyes finally flew open, taking everything in around him.
Darkness. Smoke.
A fallen town.
His own personal version of the Under World.
Mindless souls wandered around him, not noticing his arrival to the broken, hellish version of Storybrooke. He recognized no one, saw not one single face that would put him at ease (he knew the one face he wanted to see; the one face he would despair to ever grace this unholy place) His breath ultimately calmed as his heart slowed to a more customary beat (but what was normal for a dead man? Should it even beat at all?) and he slowly put one foot in front of the other, his astute eyes taking in as much as he could.
It was covered in soot, the bright yellow scarcely even recognizable when he spotted it out of the corner of his eye. The seats were destroyed, their springs and whatnot sticking out of them hazardously, the metal body charred and ravaged. Slow, suspicious footsteps lead him into the alley where it's remains were placed, his eyes darting to and fro, his tense form drawing close enough to reach out. He hesitantly ran his hand across the ruined paint job, his resolve crumbling as he swallowed back an onset of emotions.
He closed his eyes, trying to halt the flow of tears as he gave in and replayed that last agonizing moment in his mind again. The painful slice of Excalibur running him through. Her beautiful blonde locks, like strands of gold. The bright crimson of her favorite jacket, once again adorned on her lovely form. The straining pull of darkness ripping out of his body, out of his heart, and aiming straight for the person behind her.
He couldn't stop the growl from starting in his chest.
Deep blue eyes slowly opened, intense in their gaze on the dilapidated shop across the street. He could feel his hand curl into a fist, feel his jaw grind at the thought of his Love and her family (his family) left behind in Storybrooke with no clue as to who, no what, now lay in their mist.
Rumpelstiltskin.
The once-more Dark One
There was no way in Bloody Hell that he was going to allow that Crocodile to get away with this, to harm anyone he loved ever again.
His steps were no longer uncertain as he crossed the street, his feet steady and gaining in speed, his face a mask of barely controlled rage and a grim determination. He would find a way back to Storybrooke, a way to get back to his family and to her. His Emma. His Swan.
Killian would find her.
He would always find her.