A/N:Some stuff before reading it, hehe: I'm from Mexico so I speak Spanish mostly; if you see many grammatical or orthographic errors I'm really sorry I have tried my best to have as less mistakes as I can. Secondly, as I said I'm from Mexico and here the last brand new episode was 'Child Of The Moon' so I really don't know what happens next but I've had some sneak peeks on the 'Queen of Hearts' episode but I can't say I know what really happened after all. I hope you enjoy though!

Prologue

So lying underneath those stormy skies

She said, I know the sun must set to rise.

The pirate felt a twinge of pain going all over his head; he doubted opening his eyes was a good idea. So he stayed there, as still as he could with eyes closed, trying to remember what had happened. Some images appeared in his mind as flashes; the compass, Aurora's heart, Emma and him fighting, and then he remembered the punch.

For Capt'n Blackbeard's sake! He thought, Knocked by a women.

There was a few seconds where he actually laughed inside his head, he knew he hadn't been punched by any women, ha had been punched by Emma and that was pretty much why he liked her in the first place. After that, reality came back and other kind of pain gripped his heart. He knew that feeling; he had been living with it since Milah was gone. And now, after all he had gone through, after all those years of planning his revenge, that day he had dreamt with… Now it was all lost.

He felt his anger grew all over his body. He felt like screaming and crying, but the headache mixed with the tiredness of his body stopped him from doing so. He gave up thinking about it, there wasn't a toxin of hope in his body anymore, all that venom that made him believed he could get to Storybrooke was already out of his system and replaced with anger, frustration and a bit of madness.

Slowly, Killian tried opening his eyes, expecting the sun impacting against them. But all he was able to see was darkness. He couldn't believe he had been unconscious so many hours. He hadn't expected Cora to take care of him after all, but it would have been nice if she at least had helped him woke up or something.

He wasn't getting up anytime soon, he knew his head would kill him of pain if he did. He let go a sigh when his hand touched this soft sheet beneath him. He realised under his head was a pillow instead of sand and over him a ceiling instead of sky. He sat despite the cries of his head begging him to go back to the last position.

He looked around the room; it was nothing he had ever seen before. From one corner to another, there wasn't a thing he could recognise, nothing that could tell him where he was or who had him captive.

A glow of blond hair emerged from the shadows of one of the corners of the room. It took a few seconds for him to realise who she was. A smirk replacing all the vulnerability he had moments ago.

She had watched him for a few hours now. Thinking about the stupid decision she had made. He couldn't be here, and now he was and it was her fault. She replayed the scene over and over again in her head.

The way Mary Margaret had taken her hand, ready to go and the way she had ruined everything by making that stupid decision in that stupid moment asking her mom to wait for her and taking Hook's body with her. She would never forget Mary Margaret's expression.

The worst part was the arrival to Storybrooke; the moment she stepped on the ground after recovering from the fall, she knew her decision was going to change everything apart from the fact she had put in danger the whole town, not to mention his son.

She knew she had been selfish, something she wasn't used to, she had always put everybody first but this was somehow accidentally. Of course she knew what she was doing and yes, she had wanted to stop herself… But, as cheesy as it was –which made Emma unwilling to admit it was true at all- something beyond her mind and her use of reason had made her took that decision.

Her eyes traced his face for the twentieth time, something had changed. He looked more vulnerable and the gestures on his face were somehow more vivid than minutes ago. She tried to realise what was going on inside his head. She grasped that at any moment now, she would see those blue eyes open and looking at her and her stomach would suffocate into a million butterflies, her mind wouldn't think straight and his heart would skip a beat; so she took a few steps back hiding herself in the shadows, just in time. He had opened his eyes, despite the darkness, she could see his vulnerability and in that moment she knew he thought he had lost the thing that had kept him alive all this time; the possibility of revenge. She had lost a minute or two wondering in her mind when she realised his eyes were on her, the vulnerability still in his look but a cunning smile taking over his mouth. And as she predicted, her stomach was a nest of butterflies, her mind was in blank and her heart had skipped a beat.