Lets be real if I owned these characters do you think I would have time for this.
Cross posted on AO3
"Shock was the only way to describe the feelings coursing through him. Never, in all is too long life, had he expected to see those brilliant green eyes peering at him when the body he was hiding under was moved aside. It was absolutely impossible. How in all the hell was she here in this hole of a realm? Questions were flying through his mind a mile a minute. The insanity of the whole situation overrun but complete confusion and utter joy. Silently he was thanking the gods who had brought her here.
Looking at her more closely, he spotted something wrong in her face. During the second examination he could only see suspicion in her gorgeous eyes, the same that he had spent years dreaming about. There wasn't the slightest hint o recognition anywhere, much less the love he had witnessed in the pass. His stomach dropped at this realization. Worry began to override his previous confusion. Was it possible that she didn't know him?
That was a ridiculous question. Of course it was possible, just look at his recent company and their habits. Not only that, but there was no way the gods he recently praised would allow him this small reprieve. Surely this was just the latest their joke that was his life. It seemed that what he had first hoped would be the end to his search and loneliness was just the beginning of the next chapter of his purgatory.
Who are you?" Her question snapped him from his silent cursing back to the present. If there had been even a shadow of a doubt, it was gone now. He knew that voice even as it was laced with the current wary apprehension. He knew what it sounded life when it laughed and whispered in his ear, but his favorite was when she used it to scream his name in the throughs of passion. This was definitely his Emma, the love of his life. Standing not two paces from him was the one person he would give up everything for.
It was taking every once of strength and control within himself to not launch at her, wrap her up in his arms and never let her go. To not press her against the nearest solid structure and claim her again and again. But he knew better. He saw in her the scared creature he had first meet in that strange land. He was sure that if he made a move anywhere near her she would bolt and he didn't think his heart or soul could take that sight. He would have to play along with story for now, though this did throw a bit of a wrench in it.
"Killian Jones, m'lady," he stated as calmly as he could. Sticking to the truth as closely as possible was his best bet. He remembered that strange ability of being able to easily root out the truth. The last thing he needed at this moment would to be caught in a web of lies. Without a doubt the second she called him on it there would be no stopping the story tumbling from his mouth. "I only recently came as a blacksmith then this," he waved at the devastation around them, "happened and I hide."
"She narrowed her gaze at him, clearly not sure whether to believe him or not. For a few tense seconds, Killian wasn't sure whether or not it was truthful enough. These few moments could be his undoing and he was sure this was the most stress he had been under in 300 years. Not even facing the Dark One, or working for that demon child had him this concerned.
Finally he noticed her gaze flick away from him and for the first time he realized they were not alone. Making sure his expression was schooled into fear and worry, the pirate followed her line of sight and saw 3 other women around them. One he recognized from Haven, one was somewhat familiar though he had no idea where he knew her from, and the last was completely new to him. Well, he thought, this should be interesting. Trying to get a read on these new comers, Killian began to see that keeping himself in check will be harder than he thought, but absolutely necessary. Out numbered as he was by these women, staying in their good graces was the only way he could survive.