Summary: Based off of the prompt 'Neal or Emma Saves the Other with True Loves Kiss' from nealandemmaprompts on tumblr

1. Death Befalls Us

"Neal," Emma said shaking his body. "Neal wake up! You can't die on me, do you hear me, wake up damn it!"

Emma then thought for a moment and an idea came to her.

Looking down at Neal she lowered her head and gently placed a kiss on his lips. She lifted and centered her eyes on him. There was no rainbow pulse and wave of wind. Emma looked down and lowered her lips to his again. Still nothing.

"It should be working," said Emma. "Why isn't it working?"

"His wounds are too severe," a weak Regina said propping herself to sit upward, her own body weakend and bruised. "He can't be saved," Regina said to her.

Emma looked at Regina with deep hatred. The two had always had problems but this was the first time Emma had looked at her with a hatred that went far beyond anything else.

If it hadn't been for her and her mother's issues none of this would have happened.

"Shut up!" Emma said to her.

"I'm just-,"

"Stop talking," Emma yelled. She then looked down at Neal. "He's going to be fine. You're going to be fine just hang in there baby. You're going to be fine I promise."

Emma placed a third kiss on his lips but still there was no change.

"Neal, you son of a bitch," were the last words Emma Swan whispered as she crouched down.

Forcing back tears Emma gathered what strength she could and lifted Neal in her arms. It was not easy to carry an over one hundred eighty pound man, nearly impossible but Emma did not care. She let the magic within her give her the strength she needed. The magic became her extra set of muscles and made lifting Neal feel like nothing.

Regina, who was sitting up to the side, her face bruised and bloodied, reached out for the blonde woman, "Emma I am so-,"

"Save it!" Emma said through her teeth not bothering to look at Regina.

She had the strength to carry Neal but she did not have the strength to deal with the woman who had brought this on all of them.

Emma walked out of the library entrance, or what was left of the library anyways. The battle that had raged on below in the cave had been so strong that it crumbled the outside. The clock tower was no more.