Author's Note: Just an idea that popped into my head while I was in biology. Not sure how ong this will be but we'll see.

The scene in Camelot takes places on the same day as Camelot in 'The Price' but at night and Emma and Killian are alone ;-)

The scene in Storybrooke takes place after 'The Dark Swan' scene in Granny's with Dark Emma.

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT

Camelot

Emm sat alone in the room she had been given, staring at the stone wall. The room was furnished lavishly with beautiful carpets, tapestries and handcarved furniture that would make Gepetto jealous. The bed that she was currently sitting on, though not a king sized one, looked like one from, well, a fairy tale. Which made perfect sense to her as they were in a land of fairy tales. God, how had this become her life? She had come from the small girl bouncing between foster homes and foster families to being the daughter of Prince Charming and Snow white, had Captain Hook - Captain Hook - as her boyfriend, being friends (if that's what they were) with the Evil Queen who was in love with Robin Hood and sister of the Wicked With of the West and, to top it all off, a mother. Oh, and the Dark One. There was that too, much to her dislike. She definitely didn't feel bad about saving Regina, she just wished her lif wouldn't be so complicated now.

"Swan?"

Emma jumped, letting out a small yelp of surprise as she whisked around to see Killian stnding in the doorway. He was watching her with curiosity and worry. "Killian," she said quietly, trying to smile but can't.

"Love, whats wrong?" Killian asked, walking further into the room and sitting next to her on the edge of the bed. "You seem vexed."

"No, nothing's wrong," Emma replied hastily. "It's just, I don't know how this became my life." She let out a sigh nd rested her head against his shoulder. "I'm just...a bit overwhelmed, I guess, by all that's going on," she tried to explain in better terms.

"ye, we all are a bit, love," Killin murmured into her hair, turning his head to kiss her head. "Not nearly as much as you though, I gather."

Emma chuckled nd smiled weakly. "No, that's not what I mean," she said, trying again to explain. "Grwing up, I never thought I mattered. I was just another kid in the foster system, hoping to find a family. Everytime I came close something would happen and I'd be sent straight back to the foster home, whether it was me running away or something I had done. Neal...at first he helped. I had a reason to think I was worth something, someone. Then he left me to go to prison and I-I was back to not meaning a thing." She stopped for a moment, sniffing slightly and nuzzled into Killian's shoulder for comfort. On instinct it seemed, he wrapped his good arm round her waist and held her to him. She couldn't help but smile into his shoulder at that. She took a deep breath, pulling away slightly, and continued. "When I found out I was pregnant with Henry, alone and in jail, I almost immediately decided to-to give him up for adoption. I thought a kid shouldn't have a mother that had been hurt so many times, felt so unloved and meant so little. I thought that giving him up so someone who could give the kid the love it deserved was for the best." She stopped again as she felt a tear slide down her cheek.

Killian smiled at her softly, lifting his good hand to wipe the tear away. "You alright, love?" he asked gently. "If you want to stop, I won't force you to continue."

Emma remained silent for a minute, wanting this quiet moment to last. "No," she said eventually. "No, I want to continue. I-I want to open up to you, Killian." In response, he smiled softly but the smile, though small, seemed to glow like a star with happiness, not for himself, but for them. "After I gave birth to Henry, my life seemed to get better in a strange way. I eventually got my first stable job as a bail bondsperson and so I didn't need to steal to live anymore. I had almost everything I wanted. A home, a job, money to survive on, a car...everything except a family that loved me. Or anyone that loved me in that matter. At that point I never felt that Neal had ever loved me, I felt that he had just used me as an excuse. So, when Henry turned up on my doorstep on my 28th birthday and took me to Storybrooke and told me my parents were there, I-I didn't know what to do. Everything has changed so much for me. I have parents that love me to death, a son that I adore and, most unbelievably, a boyfriend that really loves me."

Killian was silent for while, staring at her. "I'm not saying that everything about my life now is bad-" she said hastily, fearing she said something stupid and wrong.

He just grinned before leaning forward and pressing his lips to hers. Emma let out a small squeak of surprise before letting out a small moan as he deepened the kiss. With a wave of her hand, she magicked the door closed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Whether she was pulling him closer to her or the other way round she didn't know, all she knew was that she wanted more. It scared her a little. She hadn't wanted someone this much before.

Eventually, they had to pull way to breath. "What was that for?" She asked, breathlessly but with a small smile on her face.

"To prove you wrong, love," Killian answered, just as breathless as her. Emma cocked her head in confusion. "You were going on about how you thought you didn't matter, that you felt worthless and I felt like I had to prove to you that you were wrong. You never meant nothing, Emma. Quite the contrary - you meant more than anything that world could understand then. More than you could understand."

Emma looked down slightly and her smile grew wider. "Love?" Killian asked, curious whether he did anything wrong. Did I say something wrong?"

Emma looked up in alarm. "No!" she said, laughing slightly. "God no, Killian, that was...perfect. Everything you just said was perfect. I just don't know how I deserved you. How I could deserve someone so perfect. It's...just a lot to take in."

In response, he just smiled and pulled her into a hug. She sighed happily but felt a twinge of sadness. "I'm sorry," she mumbled into his ear, wrapping her arms round his waist and pulling him closer.

"Why are you sorry, love?" Killin asked back, confused.

"Sorry we're in this mess with me being the Dark One and all," she explained with a sad sigh.

"Love, you did it to protect your friend," he replied, pulling back and cupping her face in his hand. He carefully stroked her cheek with his hook and she shivered. Partly because the hook was cold but mostly because it was him and she wanted him, wanted him so much. "There's no need to be sorry for that," he finished softly.

Emma stared up at him in awe trying to think of something to say in return. When she couldn't think of nything, she just reached up with a hand and drgged his head down to hers and crushed their lips together hard. Killian was taken back slightly at first but only for about a second before kissing her back with passion and a hint of lust. The last kiss had spoken of love, hope for them and Killin telling her she meant so much. This one, on the other hand, was hard and driving, fueled by want.

With another small wave of her hand, the door locked itself with a click. Emma grinned into the kiss as Killian manoevured them onto the bed.

And even if it could only last for one night, if it was just this night and this moment, she let go of her worries and allowed herself to enjoy the quiet moment to its full extent.

Storybrooke

Six weeks later

His head was reeling backwards as he stared out onto the deceivingly calm waters of the coast. Killian leaned against a wooden post at the docks, staring out at the water as he tried to figure out what had just happened.

Firstly, he had lost his memories. Again. Like, seriously, this was getting ridiculous how many times people took memories from them. Well, not him in particular, but definitely Snow, David and the others.

Secondly, he had failed. He had failed in his mission to save Emma. She was now the Dark One.

Killian was sadly very confident that it was Emma who had taken their memories. Killian sighed in frustration and stood up straight. He reached up to hold the ring that always hung around his neck for a small amount of comfort. Where was it? It wasn't there?

He was so distracted he didn't notice a whooshing sound behind him.

"Looking for this?"

Killian turned around to see Emma, no, the Dark One, holding a chain with his ring on it. "Where did you get that?" he asked unhappily, walking towards her to get it back.

"Where do you think?" Emma asked with a cruel smirk plastered on her face, pulling the ring away and examining it. "You gave it to me."

Killin stopped a little away from her and watched. He didn't know what to do. Didn't know how to handle the situation. This was both the woman he loved and someone entirely different at the same time. "What do you want, Dark One?" He asked slowly.

Emma sighed and looked away from the ring and back to him. "I just want to talk," she answered, stepping closer to him. She smiled at him. The smile was too sweet - too mocking - to be Emma's. "I promise," she finished, stepping closer again.

She was barely even a foot away from him now and already his senses were on high alert. "Then say what you want to say then be gone," he said harshly. Everything about her now seemed cold and cruel, not at all inviting.

Emma cocked her head to the side, examining him for a while before smirking again. "Why the pier?" she asked suddenly.

"Why would you want to know that?" Killin asked incredulously.

"Just answer the question," she snapped harshly.

"The atmosphere in Granny's became too much with your parents fretting, Regina trying to take charge and the dwarves complaining," he said eventually.

"And you came to the place closest to the sea to seek comfort?" Emma said in that high pitched, patronising voice adults used on little children. Killian gritted his teeth and clenched his fist. "Well, my pirate is nothing if not predictable, it seems," she commented coldly.

"I'm not your pirate," Killin growkled. "You are not Emma Swan. You are a demon wearing her face!"

Emma let out what could only be described as an amused laugh. "Oh, and you think you can just avoid me from now on?" She asked incredulously, still laughing. She was reminding Killian of Zelena. That wasn't good.

"As much as possible, yes," he said louder, almost yelling now.

She let out a high pitched and hysterical laugh. "Oh, I don't think so, pirate," she said with a kind of sadistic glee. "You see, I have something to tell you that will make you want to stay with me."

"There's nothing in this world or the next that will make me sty with you," Killin snapped back.

"We'll see," Emma said in a sing song voice. She lunged forward and grabbed his hand. Killian tried to pull it away but her grip only tightened. Eventually he gave up and watched as she put his hand against her stomach. "You'll be stying with me for what, I don't know, nine months from now?" She said quietly but darkly yet filled with that same sadistic glee.

That was when Killian realised what she was telling him.

Emma was pregnant.

She was pregnant and expected him to stay with her.