His eyes misted at the first sight of her, a vision of white. Blonde hair loose in curling tendrils down her back, a wreath of flowers on her head. She had never looked more beautiful. She approached and he felt his breathe catch, taken aback at the glow in her eye. He knew the glow well. Reaching out for him she placed her small hand in his much larger one and he couldn't help but think of all the other moments when they had done the same. His eyes gazed down at her, full of love and devotion. "You look radiant lass."

"That's what getting married does. It makes you glow from the inside out. You taught me that."

"Aye. I did. Are you ready for this?" Concern filled his voice, thinking always of her. "So ready. I have a love worth fighting for and I did. I'm ready to enjoy it now." He sighed and smiled, the corners of his eyes wrinkling. "Well then love let's take a walk." He guided her to the end of the aisle and took in the scene that lay before them. All their loved ones filled the gardens and all eyes turned to them. She took a deep breath and they began that walk that would change everything. When they reached the front, in front of the reverend, he stopped and once more took her in. He squeezed her hand and she leaned forward to kiss him on the cheek stopping to whisper in his ear. "Don't worry Daddy. I loved you first. I'll always be your girl." The tear he had been attempting to hold back slid down his cheek, leaving a wet path over the place she had just kissed. "Aye lass. You will. I love you too." He placed her hand in the hand of the young man who had stolen his heart before turning back to take his seat next to the woman who had stolen his own. "It all happened too fast love."

"Yes, but we filled every minute with so much. A lifetime. I love you Mr. Jones."

"And I you Mrs. Jones." They shared a brief kiss before looking back to find their daughter gazing into her young man's eyes preparing to set off on her own adventure of love.

Killian Jones woke with a start and a sharp pain ripped through his body. He opened his eyes slowly, lamenting the loss of the vivid dream he had just had. Looking around he took in his dank, dark surroundings and registered the chain shackled to his ankle. "You look a little worse for wear Jones." He turned to follow the sound of his voice and saw a man, dressed in a distinguished suit, standing just in the shadows. "You may as well get used to your surroundings. The deal you made was not a short one. Until your true love Emma Swan dies you are my hostage. You do not get to rid yourselves of the darkness easily. You agreed to this deal so you should probably adapt." All words were perfectly measured, not a hint of menace in them. He did not second guess the validity of the words he was saying. "I know what I agreed to but I also know my love. She will not go down without a fight and I will not leave her to fight alone. One way or another we will find each other. I would follow her to the end of the world, or time. I have no doubt that she would do the same for me. You may have stopped lovers in the past from fulfilling your destiny but I just got a glimpse of mine. It's too good not to fight for." With that he leaned his head back against the rocky wall and closed his eyes. Tomorrow he would fight but tonight he would dream more to fuel the fight.