Heroes And Villains

by captndevil

When he is put in the alternate universe, Henry knows he must find his mother and he knows just who to enlist to help him; the Captain she was so in love with but when he finds Hook, he's in for a big surprise. A set of drabbles on what would happen if Liam was brought back to Storybrooke with Emma and Killian (not in chronological order).

1. Their Journey

"Ahoy. Is anyone here?", a man-

-no a boy, a young boy with brown hair and greeny-blue eyes was strolling casually across the wood, allowing him to make entrance on the big ship as his dark shoes thumped loudly, drawing attention of people close by. His eyes flickered across the deck frantically as he coat blew in the light wind.

His voice was loud and bellowing but also soft and light at the same time-

-it was almost familiar in some sort of unfamiliar way. Peculiar.

"Careful, boy, no one steps aboard the Jolly Roger's decks with permission from its captain first". Making his presence known, Hook let a small smile overtake his face as he took in the young lad. He almost looked like a natural-

-here on the deck, at such a young age. Perhaps his father was a sailor of some kind.

He looked surprised at the words first, before shaking his head and jogging over to the pirate quickly, smiling timidly up at him, and staring lightly as though he wasn't sure-

-what he wasn't sure of, Hook had no idea.

"Are you going to make me walk the plank?" Well, the lad certainly had a mouth on him, that he was sure of.

"Well, it depends on why you're here", he retorted, quietly-

-too quiet, looking at his expression before his eyes flickered downwards once more. Blackbeard was due to be back soon and if he didn't have the deck scrubbed for when he got back...

"I need a ship to take me to the bottomless sea", the pace of his voice increased as though he was afraid, as though he was in such a rush. His now softer voice was laced with sincerity but was also commanding at the same time. He almost smiled at the sound of it. Almost. Why? He had no idea.

"Those are treacherous waters, there must be something of great value there to be worth taking the risk".

He looked up at the young boy, staring at his eyes: full of sadness and almost determination, passion radiating from them as he held the pirates eyes with no sign of fear. Though really, he was a just one handed deck boy, why would anyone ever be afraid of him?

"Someone. Her name is Emma, she's my mom and she was put there by the queen". As he spoke, Hook was handed a map-

-old looking and yellowy around its edges, almost as though it had nearly been burnt.

His mother was there? No wonder the boy felt so focussed on this, losing a parent was not very easy. He remembers his mother's death like it was just yesterday, her jade green eyes staring up at him as he entwined their fingers together, her hand weak inside his own as her glossy eyes stared up at him...

Shaking his head, he coughed quietly, "Well then, I'm sorry for you. Even if I wanted to, I couldn't help you".

"Why? You're the captain, can't you take the ship wherever you want?" his voice, echoed with innocence and clarity shook him.

If it was possible, Hook softened even further inside at the boys words. Oh. He clearly mistook him for someone else, someone who actually had a chance at saving his family. God knows, if he had the chance, he'd take it.

He missed his family, terribly, every single day with everything he had.

"Of course we can", a voice drawled from the side causing both of their attentions to flicker towards the source of the sudden appearance of another man-

-he was dressed in uniform. His blazer was blue, highlighted by rich golden edges and a logo towards the right breast bone and shoulder pads embroidered on the top, his short boots were black and heavy covered over by his white dress pants, formly fitted with a large, black belt and his dark, brown hair was pulled back away from his face.

Hook's bright blue eyes widened comically as they stared on in shock, awe highlighting his entire features as his left eyebrow lifted up of its own accord and his red lips parting slightly as his jaw clenched firmly, his mind working overtime.

No, no. No. It couldn't be. It wasn't...

It had to be some kind of trick-

-"Liam", he gasped out, his quiet voice cracking towards the end as moisture gathered up in his eyes, his hand almost instinctively reaching out, the loose rings on his fingers clanking together as his hand shook unsteadily with his entire person swaying.

Impossible, it was impossible. None of this was possible. This couldn't be real, at all his-

"Brother", he grinned in reply, slowly stepping forth as to not cause any sudden movements to scare the emotionally stunted pirate.

Running forward, Killian's arms clenched around the man tightly just as Liam's clutched him, their reunion suddenly so emotional and intense that Henry looked away, not wanting to intrude on such a familial moment.

Tears ran continuously down Killian's pale face, pouring from his moist, blue eyes as Liam's eyes were welling up in return.

How long had it been? Since Neverland?

Two. Three centuries-

-bloody hell, had it really been that long?

"It's okay, little brother, I'm really here. I'm not going anywhere", he repeated over and over again, trying to comfort him-

-well, trying to comfort both of them, each feeding off the others heightened, intense emotions as their arms never swayed from their brotherly embrace.

Letting himself take comfort, in his brother's arms-

-that really did feel strange to say as he sniffled quietly, listening to his brothers soft, comforting words, he allowed his smile to widen slightly. Perhaps, well perhaps he wasn't at all doomed and alone in the world.

Maybe, there was still hope to have his own happy ending yet.

Henry had no idea how long their hug lasted for - 10, 15 minutes, maybe? He stood there, smiling slightly, slightly off skew, keeping quiet as his eyes collected a few of his own tears: he knew how long it had been since the captain had last had a family. Killian needed this.

After an indefinite amount of time, the older Jones brother pulled away slightly as Killian's arms dropped back to his sides, his eyes still focussed on Liam's face as a smirk-

-a true, Killian Captain Hook Jones overtook his face and intensified his entire being.

Liam took a small step backwards so that he could see the young boy standing to the side, giving him a smile in greeting.

"Now," he clasped his hand on Killian's left shoulder, the one without his hand, as his fingers tapped and lightly scratched there, the grin never weaning from his face, almost lighting up further at the recognition on his brothers face. The recognition that he was still proud of him, that he wasn't disgusted by him and all that had happened. That he accepted his younger brother as he was now-

-a man with years behind him, grown up in the world with all the scars and wounds that came along with that.

"Don't we have someone to save?"

XXX

"Master Henry", he starts, almost making the boy in question snort because really? He couldn't wait to see how he'd react in their world. "To where are we headed?"

Looking over his right shoulder, Henry grinned before flashing around at the appearance of the castle, it's dark roof crumbling and pointedly tall with no windows, entirely highlighted by darkness. "There", he pointed dramatically towards it, pointedly, his tone grim as his thoughts wandered back to his mother-

-his mother who had been stuck in there for a mere amount of days now, but she would of have memories of being stuck in a dungeon for years. Shaking his head, he sighed unsteadily, twisting around to see the two Jones brothers again.

And wow, how strange did it feel to say that?

Side by side with their arms hanging loosely by their sides, touching lightly, they both gaped up at the pointed direction, their eyes dually increasing in size. If the situation wasn't so grave then Henry would of laughed because they just, really were brothers. Their reactions were very comically similar.

"Well what are we waiting for? We should prepare to hoist the anchor". Killian whirled away at his brothers words, preparing to help at the opposite end of the boat-

-sorry, ship. Modern day, Killian Jones would kill him for that slip up.

"This should be intriguing", Liam muttered under his breath, looking oddly-

-shifty? To Henry, at least.

Curious, he peeked over, the look on his face registering with him, explaining everything.

Liam.

He knew. He knew everything. Everything what had happened, in the real world or the Enchanted Forest right up until Killian came to Storybrooke.

But, how?

He was supposed to be dead, right? Henry didn't know much about his and Killian's past or much about Killian's past in general but he knew he cared deeply for his brother and he sadly died and it impacted massively upon his life-

-like it would with anyone, losing a loved one was never easy. Never. Neal's death still echoed throughout his entire being. The dad he barely even knew for just a few, short months.

How could he know everything? It wasn't possible.

Liam looked directly at Henry then, his eyes full of wander and they were so soft, sparkling in their magnificent blue as they focussed on the young teenager. Smiling slightly, his eyes then trailed down for a millisecond before shooting back upwards and curving upwards into a wider smile and nodding swiftly in what was surely supposed to be comforting.

Softening himself a little bit inside, Henry released a small smile as his eyes lingered on the elder Jones brother before spinning back around to face the direction of the tower of the castle where his mother currently stayed-

-he almost snorted. Such a nice word for being held captive.

Time to get back into action with the plan. Operation Cygnus.

But yes-

-yes, he could trust Liam Jones. Trust him that he was who he said he was and that he would help save his mother.

That much he was sure of.

XXX

Henry's footsteps echoed throughout the dull, stone walls tall in their element as the three of them strolled their way through to the dungeon. He almost snorted at the thought. Dungeon. Could any villain be a little bit more original? They really made it far too easy when attempting to rescue people.

The rough, black material slung lazily over his head really didn't make it easy as he stumbled clumsily over the grey, pebbly ground. Killian's am wound around him from his position a feet or two behind him as he directed them in the right direction, Liam following loosely at his side, their steps even in their pace as the slammed loudly against the granite. Henry almost cringed at the sound. It sounded wrong-

-too wrong. Too loud for the setting, in the silent, echoing castle hall.

Henry had no idea how far they'd been walking until they came to a rough stop, Killian's hand firm on his arm, as his fingers looped around. Thank, god. Walking here was severely overrated, he couldn't wait to get home. He'd never underrate public transport again. Ever. Seriously.

He imagined they'd met a guard, Killian's body freezing up behind him - an instinctive reaction to the curse Isaac had put on him: to react cowardly. It was nothing like the true Captain Hook he knew.

Killian's feet planted firmly on the floor as he looked up at the prisoner guard, dressed in all black with a sleek, grey vest slotting over the top reaching below the knees and tight, form fitted pants following underneath. The black mask covering its face was edged with silver diamonds (clearly out of respect of the much beloved Evil Queen) and it shook slightly, the thin, black material strips hanging from it quivering from the force that they took the blade out, sparkling in all its beauty, edged with a black handle.

He gulped slightly before shaking his head slightly, blue eyes glowing in their intensity, "I'm here on official business for the Queen, delivering a dangerous prisoner from the uh Kingdom of Kasheq".

He gulped loudly again afterwards, sighing inwardly in relief when the guard paid no attention to his motives. Instead they leaned forth, head tipping to the side slightly in concentration, focussing on the so called prisoner as he yanked off the black, material covering Henry's face from sight.

Killian stared forth at the prisoner and although their eyes were not visible, he imagined they were brown, almost black in their colour. He imagined they were dark and cool as they examined the young boy, fresh in all of his youth. He remembered something his mother had once said, your eyes reflect who you are, you can always tell who someone is from the emotion playing up in their eyes, all you have to do is learn how to read them.

Then-

Henry leaped forward, gripping the sword with the gold, metal handle that lay in Killian's belt and knocking out the guard with one, sharp movement as they collapsed backwards in a big heap, the slam echoing throughout the castle. Prison.

"Well done, lad". It was Liam's voice that rung out now, clear and firm in the dullness of the area they were in. He had stepped out from slightly behind Killian, his smirk focussed at Henry-

-it was smug and radiating happiness and it was almost proud as he stared on, staying closely to his brothers side as their arms brushed lightly against each other, both pairs hanging lazily by their sides.

"The looky-prisoner gag, it always works". Now, it was Henry's time to smirk-

-smugly. Incredible smugly, his eyes lighting up in their own browns as his face shone, staring up at the two Jones brothers.

His mom had practically been dating Captain Hook since they first met in the enchanted forest because let's be honest here. It was inevitable for him not to pick up a few tricks here and there.

"The what?" Bless them and their confused expressions. Getting back to the real world should be fun-

-Killian had been hilarious enough with the talking phone and moving pictures. He couldn't recall how many times he and mom had corrected him on his error at Granny's.

"Nevermind", Henry grinned as he started walking backwards slightly towards the guard and rummaging through the pocket for-

-aha! There it was, he mused, smile not faltering from his face as he weighed the item in his hands, the metal clinging slightly as it spun around on his baby finger.

"Lock the guard in the stall, I'll be back with my mom as soon as I can", tossing the keys in the general direction of the two Jones brothers just in time to see Liam catching them in his rough, callous hands, scared with the obvious proof of his old age. Or was it-

-just where had he been since he had died?

"What-".

Yeah, it was still so odd to see someone else look so much like Killian and he didn't think he'd ever get over their matching expressions, even their eyes lit up in the same way as their thick, dark eyebrows drew upwards in shock, their mouths parting slightly as they stared on, gaping.

Then-

-Henry sprang through the open door, the large, wooden door banging against the opposite side loudly as the hinges protested against the heaviness and force.

"Mom", he grinned, almost silently as he sighed inwardly, relief flooding his whole being.

XXX

Edging slowly inwards the room as the heavy, wooden door slammed behind him, Henry stuffed his hands in his pockets, shuffling hesitantly, thankful that she hadn't seemed to have heard him.

"Hi... My name is-"

"-Henry!"

"Mom?"

"Henry", her voice gasped out, sounding hoarse with lack of water and food he presumed, rushing forward to help her out of the cuffs which were linked to a short, silver chain locking her to the floor of the dungeon. They were abnormally heavy and fell to the ground completely with a loud clank-

-he almost cringed. Liam and Killian had better locked the guard in the room by now.

"You-you remember", he stuttered out, staring up at her as she gazed back at him, hers flooding with relief and love as her jade greens visually softened, the liquid in them twirling around.

Rushing forward, she caught him in a large, bear hug, her arms clamping around him, heavily considering the weak strength he knew she must possess right now. His arms wrapped back around her, feeling the rough skin of her lower neck, seared with scars-

-the author must of got creative, he assumed, anger flooding his entire being.

"I knew you'd find me", she muttered against his brown hair, smiling softly against it as his arms tightened around her neck in response, her messy curls covering him as they continued to embrace.

"I don't understand. How do you remember when no one else does?" he questioned her softly, his voice laced with confusion as he pulled back from his mother slightly, taking a small step backwards as their arms lost their entwined position, now the two pairs hanging loosely be their sides.

She stared at him profoundly for a moment before sighing quietly and shaking her head, "That must of been part of Gold's plan. My punishment in this world is that I know the truth but I'm powerless to do anything about it. In this world, I'm no longer the saviour, I have no magic", she added, looking downwards slightly as she encircled her wrists with the opposite hand, the cuffs leaving a red mark in their wake.

"That's alright, I think I know what to do".

She grinned up at him at that, standing up straight as her eyes bristled with happiness, sparkling as she picked up the edges of her very long skirt of the dark, blue dress she was atoning.

"Now come on", twirling around quickly, Henry strode out of the dungeon, Emma flat on his heels as their pace sped up slightly, her curls bouncing with every step she took, her dress swirling backwards as they walked-

-okaay, ran. They had a world to get back to after all.

Sprinting, they dashed around the corner, Emma heeding slightly in front of her son, turning back to glance at him slightly before she bumped into a hard, solid chest, causing her to almost tumble over before a pair of long, strong arms caught her, callous hands gripping her pale arms to help right her.

Glancing upwards, she almost stepped back with a start.

Killian.

Killian was here.

But-

-just who was he in this world? And did he remember her?

His eyes bored down into hers, his familiar blues fixating on hers, an smile edging up on the corners of his lips, twerking up slightly as his gaze never faltered from hers though her gaze altered from his eyes to his lips.

God.

Lost in his eyes and him-

-all of him, he was here. All of him here, well and truly. God, it had felt like years since she had seem him.

She was so consumed and swept up by him that she barely paid attention to the mutterings from her teenage son, "Killian this is my mom. Mom, Killian".

She almost smiled at the displeasure in his voice, the uncomfortableness that echoed throughout his entire being-

-still, after all these months of seeing her with someone else.

Well, that answered one question: he certainly didn't remember her, she mused with a large twinge of disappointment.

Killian took up a step back at that, scratching that spot behind his ear nervously-

-adorable idiot. His feet scrambled against the surface as his gaze flickered downwards for a moment, hesitation and nervousness written all over his features.

"Yeah, um, pleasure?" Wow, Killian Jones stumbling over his words was not something Emma thought she could get use to. Ever

Grinning, she looked up at his face, catching him staring down at her-

-his gaze full of wander and just plain awe as his baby blues sparkled down at her, his lips thinning out into a wider smile.

So caught up, she barely heard the shuffling of a third pair of footsteps stepping forward as the person mumbled out, "We need to be going shortly".

Flashing around to the source of the voice which had caused her to jump backwards, she found herself staring into the blue eyes of the stranger. Though, he didn't look like a stranger, he looked oddly familiar like she'd...

"Liam Jones", he interrupted her musings quickly, holding a hand out for her to shake which she took slowly, her thoughts running a million miles a minute.

Liam. The Liam Jones?

As in Killian's long passed brother? But- no, that couldn't be-

-possible. Right? Even in a different universe, if you died by a human cause you were dead forever. There was no way around it so how was this possible? Almost three centuries down the line and he'd been resurrected?

That surely couldn't be possible.

Interrupting her musings once again he grinned up at her-

-the smile so Killian that it almost made her heart burst in her chest, fluttering happily as she smiled softly back at him.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Emma. I've been dying to for what feels like a long time".

And it was those two sentences that Emma knew. Liam knew everything: all and beyond. Somehow, he knew the outings of their world and he knew just what Emma Swan was to his brother.

But how?

XXX

Emma sighed, her whole being flooded with relief as she sagged against the wall of the tavern they had just taken port at, smiling as she caught sight of Liam and Killian together, chuckling and smirking amongst themselves as the sound of their swords catching together roared throughout the area.

Liam was teaching Killian how to use a sword properly, both of them smiling amusedly at each other, both eyes of blues sparkling with mischief as they danced around each other.

A wide smile was on Killian's face, glaring up at his older brother as he turned around to flash her a small smile, his dynamic features lighting up with happiness.

Yeah. After three centuries of being without a brother and finally being reunited with him, I'd be pretty goddamn happy too.

Their gazes locked for a moment as Emma's smile widened as she caught the sight of him swallowing loudly before twisting around to face his brother once more. Liam corrected his position, demanding he separate his feet at shoulders length apart with his left foot slightly in front of his opposite one and reminding him to keep his upper torso rigid but the right hand holding the sword with his hand wrapped firmly around it and his thumb resting lightly on the outside with his wrist loosely bent, allowing movements.

She grinned at them. It was so strange seeing him like this, so out of his element but she new he'd look back on this and treasure these moments. The final moments he got to share with his brother. They'd be sacred to him.

Well, Liam was definitely a better teacher than her. Almost an hour previous she had attempted to teach Killian the ins and outs of sword play.

"You're telling me that in this... other reality I'm an expert with such a weapon", he was staring at her with such disbelief, his eyes widening almost comically as she crossed her arms over her chest, grinning at him. His hand trailed downwards, resting over his belt where the sword, engraved with its golden handle laid, a logo encrusted into it-

-Liam had given it to him when they'd stopped for port and the look on his face when he'd received it...

She didn't think she'd ever forget it. She'd never seen his eyes light up like that. Full of respect for his brother and reminiscing as they stared at each other, clearly she was missing some sort of misguided adventure between the two of them. Probably when they were in the navy. Killian had once mentioned they had gone on a few journey's before they'd gone to Neverland for the King's mission.

Shaking her head, she looked up at him again, a now soft smile gracing her features as she took him in, "You're a regular Jack Sparrow".

"Is that good?" Bless him and his adorable confusion: he was scratching that spot behind his ear now-

-adorable idiot, didn't she already mention? Laughing under her breath slightly, her eyes caught his as she gazed upwards, alight with happiness, "Here, let me show you how to use it".

Twisting him around, she stood slightly behind him and to the left, his left hand following hers as they grasped the sword, twirling it around in the air in a familiar dance, waving and performing as his grin faltered with nervousness and hesitation.

"They say, once you become an expert, subconscious takes over. Back in my world that's what we call muscle memory".

His head snapped backwards, twisting around so that they were facing, their eyes caught up in each others as his blues sparkled in recognition, the liquid swirling around as a small smile played around the edges of his lips, curving upwards. His breath was almost coming out in pants now, edged with concentration as he gazed back at her.

"Tell me more about this reality you want to return to. Us for example, I sense that we may be, uh, close?" His last few words came out as a question as his eyes flickered down for a long moment before his entire body twirled back around in a quick, sharp movement.

As a result their bodies almost clashed together, their eyes focussed on each other as his torso pressed against hers, his legs brushing against her as the jolted forth, his left hand shaking slightly by his side where his arms hung loosely.

"Very".

God, did her breath really come out that breathless? This was Killian. The same Killian she'd been with for months and who she'd been through everything with. No matter if he didn't remember everything, he was still Killian. Her Killian.

He was close now. Very close.

His head was angled to the right slightly as his baby blues bore into her jades, flickering down to her lips and then back again as he leaned in slightly-

-"You ready, bro- Oh! Sorry, am I interrupting something lass?" Liam quickly cut himself off, his gaze directed towards her now, his entire demeanour glaring with amusement as he stared on.

She heard Killian growl quietly under his breath, causing a smile to break out across her face as she giggled slightly-

-some things never changed, no matter what universe they were in. Someone up there was seriously against them being together.

Liams eyes continued to flicker in between them after his abrupt entrance as he grinned, emphasising his Jones dimples.

Shaking his head slightly, "Apologies, lass, but I'll give my brother a proper lesson now". The teasing note in his voice echoed throughout the area, his grin never faltering from his face.

If he wasn't clearly joking and he wasn't Killian's brother, she would of punched him in the face. Hard.

Instead, she snorted. "Yeah, good luck with that".

And as she strolled slowly backwards in hopes of finding her son and praying he found something worth burning calories for, she thought back to the conversation she'd previously had with Liam Jones almost smiling at the thought of it. Almost-

-but, well, she couldn't wait to see Killian when he found out.

XXX

Everything was mostly a blur after that.

She'd sat down at an old looking bench, creaking as she sat down with her son to eat-

-she had to keep up her strength, after all, she barely had any to begin with.

They hadn't been too far from Killian and Liam, still within watching distance. Emma was on guard, prepared to flash up if the occasion demanded it. They continued practising without a break, Killian now almost flawlessly able to step into a fighting position, their swords clanging together as their arms twisted gracefully, grinning at each other and it was-

-it was everything for him. She knew that.

"What?" she mumbled, twisting back around to face Henry and from the look on her son's face, he'd been talking for a while and she'd missed it.

A shit-eating grin, reminiscent of the pirate towards her left appeared on his face, as his eyes shone up at her. "Nothing".

Narrowing her eyes at him, his smile-

-no, smirk, grew wider, as he stared up at her.

"Shut up", she mumbled, almost under her breath as he continued to stare, a chuckle cracking out from him.

Then-

-a loud blare echoed throughout the outside of the tavern, making her hairs stand on edge as a shiver echoed its way down her spine and not in a good way.

"There they are. As I told you, my queen, the one handed pirate was helping them and he," she added, staring at Liam with narrowed eyes, "was also there".

Bouncing into action, she flashed over to the Jones brothers but not before demanding Henry stay out of sight to keep safe, ignoring his pleading look before he sighed ruefully, moving out of sight.

Through a flash of purple smoke, a woman appeared in a clearly Enchanted Forest look. Her eyes were highlighted with thick, black eyeliner and her lips were painted bright red as she looked on. Her stare was blank and empty and completely-

-just, unlike her.

This was the Evil Queen. Snow White as the Evil Queen.

Her mother was the Evil Queen.

God, someone out there did really hate her.

Gulping, she rushed to Killian's side who was now wedged in between her and Liam. Her hand itched with the need to touch him, to close the distance between them as he stared forth, his eyes widening at the sight of their new found company.

"I know you... Emma! The mad hat who was locked in the tower, I almost didn't recognize you out of your chains", her voice rung out, cold and clear, echoing off all the walls as two of the dwarfs stepped forward to her aid, her vicious smirk thinly pressed across her lips as she glared at them, her arms waving dramatically.

"Yeah, it's hard to recognize both of you. This isn't who you are", Emma mumbled out, finally looking up at her-

-she couldn't even say her name and him who was standing slightly behind her to her right, looking ready to step forth on a command.

"This isn't the time for a negotiation, lass", Liams voice whispered into her ear from her right-

-when had he moved, again?

His voice was hushed, eyes glaring down at her as they flickered to the present enemies and back, clearly preparing to attack.

Curling her lip backwards, she glared back at him, preparing to form a retort to that. She was only trying to help, trying to get them the hell out of this mess and be one step closer to escaping the hell out of this messed up universe.

"Tell me, who are we?" Snow White's voice rumbled out again, her eyes staring at Emma-

-the looked almost... Soft? Forgiving?

"You're my parents. I'm the product of your true love: you taught how to be a hero, you taught me how to believe in hope and I do. Now, I need you to believe in it too", she looked at them as she spoke, eyes flickering between both her parents, needing them to believe her-

-they had to believe her. Someone had to.

Her voice was unbelievable soft as her eyes played with them, praying for them to drop the villainous act as her lower lip trembled slightly in the cool air.

"You're right, Emma. Hope is a very powerful thing which is why I'm going to have to snuff it out of you and that awful son of yours".

Her smile dropped instantaneously, fists clenching at her sides, fingernails digging into her palms as Killian's right arm came to rest by her, his right hand claiming its rightful spot on her hip as he took a step towards her almost instinctively.

She sighed, almost boredly before giving out her commands, "Kill them".

Staying backwards, the smirk widened on her face as David stepped forwards, tracing a hand across her hip as he went,"As you wish, my queen".

Even Liam was rigid by her left side, she could feel his fist clenching loosely by his side as it bumped into her hip, his left hand going for his belt buckle and withdrawing his sword in a quick, sharp movement that could only come from a professional.

"Save Henry", the mutterings were pressed against her right ear, Killian's voice ringing against in as his hand also went for his sword.

Time. They were quickly running out of time as David turned away from Snow White, stepping forth with his sword at the ready, prepared to continue with his orders.

Panicked, she turned around to Killian, already shaking her head.

No, no, no, no. He couldn't- he just couldn't. Please, no.

"You can't beat them, Killian", her voice was thick with emotion as she swallowed heavily, her eyes pricking as they stung, now moist with unshed tears-

-they'd made it this far and she wasn't giving up now.

"He won't have to", this time it was Liam. His voice ringing out clearly as he twisted her to look at him. "Go, save your boy. We won't be far behind".

He must of sensed her hesitation because he spoke out again, his voice rushed as he stared on at her, his eyes so intensely hopeful that they were so Killian-

-as he'd stared at her the many times they'd separated on a villian emergency.

"If we can return things back to the way they're supposed to be, what happens here won't matter", Killian brushed his lips across her cheek as he spoke, turning forth as his older brother followed him, swords at the ready.

Catching Henry at the sidelines, hiding behind a large, wooden crate beside the entrance to the tavern, she flashed towards him, wrapping him up in his arms as she prepared to fled, hoping for all that was good in this world for some magic. Anything.

Turning her back to sounds of swords clanking together, she breathed heavily-

-she couldn't see this, she just couldn't. She couldn't watch him out there. Helpless. Vulnerable-

-as he attempted to keep up with those around him.

A loud gasp echoed throughout, followed by the dropping of multiple swords, banging against the stoned pavement as she twirled around once more, Henry glued to her side though she barely registered him, following the path her eyes had taken her.

No. No-

-this wasn't...

Everything seemed to slow down. Time seemed to stop.

Her numb legs barely carried her forward, working as fast as they could, staring on blankly at the image in front of her.

God.

No-

-this couldn't be happening.

"I'm sorry, lass", his voice was filled with sorrow from some position to her right.

God, was she really speaking out loud?

She barely registered hands trailing across her, sobs curling out from her mouth, coming from deep inside her chest.

Killian.

He was there on the floor. Helpless. A huge, gaping hole was in his chest, blood pouring from the wound as Liam quickly stepped forward, finally coming into action, ripping off his jacket and holding it onto his chest wound.

"No, Killian. Please, no. You can't-

-you have to. Please! You promised", her voice rung out in the port as she felt Henry move slightly away from her.

Killian's eyes opened, so blue, so tragically blue as they stared on at her, fixated as her hands traced lightly across his jaw, her face falling below his wound as her entire body shook with sobs. Gripping onto him with firm hands, she barely registered his hook soothing patterns across her neck, pulling slightly as though-

-"Please look at me", he rasped out, effectively gaining her attention.

She immediately looked up at him, tears streaming continuously down her face, his smile never wavering from his face as the solid in his bright blue eyes turned into liquid, dancing and swirling.

"I'm sorry", he muttered, quickly losing consciousness, his head lolling to the side slightly.

Gripping the lapels of his jacket, she shook him slightly, "Look at me".

And look he did.

"Kiss me", she muttered against him, hope shining in her jade orbs. "Kiss me and believe. Believe in us", she muttered against him, leaning inwards to him.

God, she hoped this work.

It had to.

They had to.

Her lips came softly down onto his, summoning everything she had: every moment, every kiss, every caress they had shared. Every memory they had ever shared echoing throughout their mind.

Then-

-his lips had gone still under hers, his breathing decreasing as his skin paled and lost his heat.

"No", she cried out against him, hands travelling over his wound as her lips chased his-

-dead. Cold. Unmoving.

Then-

-a power, a force so powerful it almost knocked her backwards, her breath coming out in short pants against him.

A light shone out from beneath them, so bright it almost blinded them as Liam and Henry took several steps backwards, their hands covering their eyes as they stumbled.

It was a flash, more than a flash, going on for several moments as she felt it growing beneath her fingertips as his chest wound minimized in size under her hands, feeling her magic grow back, sighing with relief as his body rose, his chest rising up and down.

Feeling his lips finally respond to hers, she grinned-

-giggling against him as her hands reached up to tug on his black locks, his hands tracing across her spine heavily as he pulled backwards from her, his forehead resting against hers.

"How many times do I have to tell you, love? I'm a survivor".

Giggling-

-still giggling with anadulterous happiness spreading throughout her she looked up at him, her arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders as she tackled him down, her legs curling around his thighs, relishing in his oof as they hit the floor ungracefully.

God, this was so.

"I love you", he rasped out, pulling back from her to look at her, his bright blue's shining at her as her jades danced back at him, their lips curling upwards in familiar smiles.

"God, I love you", he whimpered out, staring at her like-

-like he was seeing her for the first time.

And in some sort of way he was. They both were.

"And I love you", she whispered back to him, catching his lips with hers once more, feeling his grin against her as his tongue flicked out against her lower lip, demanding for entrance. Happily granting it, her lips parted, their tongues playing a familiar dance as his right hand curled into her messy, blonde curls, his hook curving against her hip.

An uncomfortable cough broke their attention from each other to glance behind them.

Liam. Liam was still here. Henry also.

Blushing and looking down slightly, she caught the familiar look of a rocky-

-road. They were stood on a road-

"Storybrooke", Henry gasped out. "We're back in Storybrooke".

Standing up at the side of Killian, she kept an arm close by him as Liam's arms embraced him tightly, tears streaming down Killian's face in happiness, Emma's joining his as he stared back at her with a wink and a smirk-

-yes, they were home.

Liam quickly turned to her after that, his arms embracing around her just as tightly as Killian watched on, awe in his gaze as his eyes clashed with his brothers.

"It's so good to finally meet you, Emma", was the last thing that was whispered in her ear before Henry interrupted.

"So Granny's?"

XXX

And off they went, laughing and smiling along the way, feeling just about as good and happy as she could ever be.

And well if the entire family met up in Granny's-

-Mary Margaret. David. Regina. Robin. Roland. Henry. Emma. Killian. And finally, Liam. Everyone was happy than they had been in a long time.

Emma reminisce in Killian's arms wrapping tightly around her as he pressed a kiss into the curve of her blonde hair as Liam stared on at them, happily, grinning in relief at the pure happiness on his brother's face.

And well, if Liam told one or two embarrassing stories of Killian's childhood, Emma just smiled more, giggling along at Killian's scowling face.

"5 minutes and you're already making fun of me?"

"It's in the cards, little brother".

"Younger brother", he had grumbled, arm tightening around her.

And if Regina wouldn't have shut up about the True Love's Kiss, commenting that it shouldn't have been possible. Not of that force, unless-

"Congratulations", she had smirked at the two of them.

Grinning at the sight of the two of them open mouthed, she had waved her hand and confirming the pregnancy with a grin. "Is it going to be a bouncing baby pirate prince?"

And well, the rest of the night had been congratulating the new Jones baby on the way with an extra Uncle embracing them both, tears gathering in his eyes.