Tattoo
Killian couldn't sleep. He surveyed the status of the others, they were all still asleep. He stole a glance at Emma's face, she looked so peaceful. Silently, Killian rose from where he had been sleeping, and began walking off into the jungle underbrush. He was under the impression that this would help him clear his mind so that he could return to his prior slumbering state. When that didn't work, he resorted to taking multiple swigs of rum from his flask. Alcohol had always helped him, no matter what the problem. He stopped once his vision started to blurr slightly. The pale moonlight shone and drew attention to the tattoo on Killian's forearm. The one that had always read the name of his one and only love, his Milah. Until now. For whatever reason the letters on the ink were moving, changing, rearranging themselves. EMMA. That was what the marking now read. Killian rubbed his eyes vigorously. EMMA. He rubbed his arm furiously, trying to erase the taunting message. EMMA. No matter what he did the letters remained. Killian let out a sigh of anguish. The realization was too much. Not only had Emma Swan seared herself into his skin, but she had seared herself on his heart. Somewhere in the distance, Pan's mocking laughter could be heard.
This is just something I thought up after Sunday's episode, hope you enjoy it! Thanks to all who read and review (: