I've been itching to writing this for awhile. I saw the opportunity to incorporate SwanQueen into the storyline so I thought I'd write my own version. Beta read by the amazing Claupadfoot! [= I hope you enjoy!

Emma

Emma watched as Gold's hand formed around Killian's heart. She was stuck and could only watch as the sound of his heart crackling in the imp's hand sounded throughout the clock tower. Killian looked down struggling to speak one last time as he clenched his chest, mouthing I love you just before he fell to the ground, lifeless. The black dust remains of Killian's heart spilled from Rumplestiltskin's hand as a shrill giggle filled the air. Just then, Belle appeared, just before the hat cleaved him of the dagger she grabbed it and ordered him to take them to the town line. The hat fell to the floor before they vanished, releasing Emma and Snow of their magical hold. Emma darted up the stairs, her mother following her as she knelt down beside him. She shook him, kissed him, and tried frantically to will him to wake up, but she knew Killian Jones was dead and he didn't even know how she felt about him. She hadn't even gotten the chance to say goodbye or that she loved him, too. Her mother tried to pull her away, but she shrugged away from her arms, cradling Killian against her as she sobbed over his limp body in her arms.

Emma sat there for hours before Snow finally was able to get her to get up so the paramedics could take his body away. She stood at the bottom of the stairs as they wheeled his away, sealed in a zipped up black bag. Her mother pulled her into a warm embrace, but she couldn't feel it, she was numb. She just stared out the door long after they ambulance had left, and long after her mother tried to get her to leave, but failed. Emma finally left with her mother who had not left her side and let her take her home to the loft.

How she got into bed was a haze. Everything seemed to be going in slow motion and fast-forward at the same time. The next few days flew by as she stayed in bed, Henry coming in a few times to try and cheer her up, but all she had done was give him a fake smile so he didn't worry too much and then slipped back into her misery once he left.

A week later she heard a voice she didn't expect. Regina was downstairs talking to Snow and David. She couldn't understand what they were saying, but moments later the sound of high heels climbing the stairs filled the loft. Emma laid so that her back was away, she knew Regina was going to try and talk to her, this was her parents last resort. Emma could feel the bed sink a little as Regina sat down, sighing uncomfortably and shaking the bed slightly as she smoothed out her dress.

Regina

"Emma," Regina started softly, but awkwardly.

"What?" Emma snapped, "You come to try and make me feel better, too? Because it's not going to work."

"You forget, Ms. Swan," Regina said, "I know how you feel more than anyone."

Emma sat up abruptly, "Oh, really?"

"Yes." Regina said coldly, cutting her off, "Daniel's heart was crushed in front of me, and we had a relationship far longer than you and that… Killian." Regina said, reigning in her coldness for the sake of Emma's broken heart. Regina looked down at her lap, "I know how much it hurts, I know you probably feel guilty."

Emma sat looking at her lap, not wanting to look Regina in the eyes as tears began to fall on the blanket surrounding her.

"It's ok to forgive yourself, you didn't do anything." Regina said, her voice softening and the awkwardness starting to fade, "He wouldn't want you to hurt like this, to blame yourself for something you had no control over."

"I should have known!" Emma shouted, as she turned her head quickly towards Regina "I noticed the odd feeling when we kissed, I noticed he was acting strange, but I just ignored it!" Emma was shaking as the sobs wracked through her body.

Regina tentatively put a hand on her back, patting softly, Emma turned and pulled her into a hug. Regina froze at first, not knowing what to do, but as Emma cried harder and harder, Regina remembered the pain she felt when she lost Daniel, and again when she had to let Robin go just a week and a half before. Regina slowly wrapped her arms around Emma, holding her until the sobs slowed and she fell asleep against Regina's soaked shirt. The brunette laid the heartbroken woman on the bed, covering her with the blanket and made her way back downstairs.

Snow and David jumped up as Regina stepped off of the last step, looking for answers as to if their daughter would be ok.

"It's going to take some time," Regina said, placing her hands on the top of a chair and leaning against it "I never really got over Daniel, but I was forced to put on show for your father." A bit of coldness hung in her last words as she looked at Snow.

"But you think she'll be ok?" Snow asked.

"Yeah, she needs to eat," David said, "I'm worried she's not eating enough."

"She has a broken heart," Regina said, standing straight, "I lost a good amount of weight after Daniel died, she probably will, too. Just make sure she eats something."

"Thank you so much for coming over here." Snow said, smiling with a tinge of sadness in her eyes, "I know you've gone through some things lately, too."

Regina looked down at her hands, 'Yeah." She said, turning to grab her coat and leave.

"You could stay for dinner if you want?" Snow said, "Henry will be home soon."

Regina almost declined, but the thought of seeing her son's happy face on such a sad day made her stay. Henry stammered through the front door ten minutes later, going on about the crazy rain outside.

"Oh," Henry said, seeing his mom standing there, "Hey, what are you doing here?"

"I just came to talk to your mother," Regina started, "She's not really up for talking though."

"Yeah," Henry said sadly, "She really loved him. I can't even make her happy."

"Oh, Henry, I'm sure that's not true," Regina said, "Your face could brighten anyone's day, it's just our sadness can sometimes overpower a happy moment."

Henry ran up the stairs, whispering I love you to his mother upstairs as he took off his shoes and dropped his backpack. Dinner started a few hours later, Regina had been convinced to watch a show called "Wipeout" as they waited. Regina had offered to help Snow with dinner, but her stepdaughter insisted that Regina spend time with Henry while she cooked. The smell of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, and green beans filled the air, eliciting a few "mmmm" sounds from Henry.

"Ok, dinner's ready!" Snow said, loud enough for Emma to hear.

"Good!" Henry said, "I'm starving!"

The sound of soft footsteps on the steps stopped everyone as Emma descended the stairs, her face still red and tearstained. She looked around the room cautiously before her gaze fell onto Regina.

"You're still here?" Emma asked softly.

"Yes," Regina said, "Still here, I was invited for dinner."

Emma

Emma sat down slowly as her eyes continued to stay locked on Regina. She had not expected her to be here when she woke up and she felt awkward after pretty much crying herself to sleep in the woman's arms. Emma could still see the stain of her tears on Regina's shirt, which she expected her to want to change as soon as possible. Henry bounded over and sat next to Emma, hugging her sideways.

"I'm glad you came down for dinner." Henry said squeezing her one more time.

"Me, too kid," Emma said, flashing another one of her fake smiles. It seemed to satisfy him because he was digging into the mashed potatoes happily soon after.

Emma ate some of her food, but mostly picked and moved it around. When she saw her mother watching her, she took a few bites to appease her. Henry was going on about some show that he and Regina had been watching, laugh about some girl that had fallen upside down. Emma waited until her mother began taking dishes into the kitchen and Regina said a quick goodbye to make her escape back upstairs. She began climbing up the stairs.

"Mom?" Henry said, stopping her on the 3rd step. Emma turned around, plastering a smile on her face.

"Yes?" Emma said, perkier than she meant to.

"Can we go for a walk?" Henry asked, a glimmer of hope on his face, "I've missed you and I think the fresh air would be good for you."

"Ok, kid," Emma said, "Let me just get dressed and I'll be right down."

Emma went upstairs, wishing she could just crawl back into her bed, but getting dressed instead. Henry was right, the fresh air would be good for her and getting out of her cave of sadness might help. Emma walked down, pretending to ignore the hopeful looks her parents gave her as she grabbed her red leather jacket and walked out the door with Henry.

The cool air from the rainstorm that day felt good against Emma's face, the wind blowing lightly through her golden hair. Their footsteps were the only sound as they walked around the sleepy town. Emma couldn't believe it had been so long since she had been outside.

"Are you feeling better?" Henry asked, looking at his mom, their eyes now level with each other, "You came down for dinner, I took that as a good sign."

"A little bit," Emma said, "But I think it's still going to take me some time."

As the sentence rolled from her lips, the clock tower chimed signaling that it was 8:00 pm. Emma struggled to breathe as she turned to look at the library with the antique looking tower. Flashes of Killian looking at her, those last words he said as he clutched his chest in pain swarm Emma's head. Henry looked at what she had turned to look at and grabbed her hand, steadying her as she swayed on the pavement.

"It's ok, mom, I'm here." Henry said, helping her to a bench a few feet away and wrapping his arms around her. Emma stifled a sob as her teenage son held her, far wiser than his age. Emma shrugged Henry's arms away as the pain subsided a little, quickly wiping the tears away.

"We should start heading back," Emma said, standing up and looking at Henry as he hesitantly stood as well.

"Ok, but tomorrow," Henry said grabbing his mother's hand, "No more hiding, no more moping, He wouldn't want you to be like this." Henry pulled Emma in for a giant hug, not leaving any room for Emma to wiggle away. Emma decided against fighting it and leaned into her son, wrapping her arms around him tightly. They headed home, hand in hand as they talked about anything but what would make her fall to a million pieces, Killian.

Regina

Regina didn't want to interrupt such a private moment, but when she had almost stumbled upon Emma and Henry she had to admit that she felt a little pain for Emma. The clock going off had been a trigger for a pain deeper than anything and Regina knew all too well that pain every time she went into a stable the first year after Daniel's death.

Turning and rounding her street, she ran her right hand along the finger where her ring had been. She would still have the ring Daniel gave her if she hadn't been so set on vengeance and if she hadn't have had such hate towards Emma Swan. But the past was in the past and Regina intended to keep it there. Henry believed she could change, even if it seemed impossible. Once Regina was home she went up to her room, stripping off her clothes and getting into a nightgown. As she sat on her bed, the loneliness surrounded her. Emma had her family by her side whenever she needed them. Regina had no one, sure she had Henry, but the one man she wanted to be by her side, couldn't be there, not anymore.

Regina climbed under her thick covers, reaching to turn the nightstand light off and then shrugged under her covers, closing her eyes as thoughts of her sweet Daniel turned to thoughts of Robin. Right as she slipped to sleep, her thoughts shifted to a broken, pain ridden Emma.