Don't Let Me Go
Dedicated to the perfect Captain Swan Fandom
Prologue
"You can never say never
While we don't know when
But time and time again
Younger now than we were before"
~Never Say Never, The Fray
Seattle, Washington
Emma Nolan's black heels clicked against the sidewalk as she walked briskly to her yellow bug. It was a cold January night in Seattle. Emma cursed herself for not picking Los Angeles or Houston for her residency. Seemed as if that bastard had broken her so much, she had turned into a vampire, loathing every mention of the sunlight. She rubbed her hands together, wishing that she had brought her mittens. Her mother, Mary-Margaret, had hand-knitted a pair for her before she left Storybrooke. It was the Christmas before she was heading out to the West Coast for her first year of residency. Mary-Margaret had been crying, and had handed her the gloves. Emma had grimaced at the swans embroidered on them.
"Why a swan?" she asked. Mary-Margaret smiled.
"You always wanted a swan for a pet when you were younger. You wanted to be Odette the Swan Princess." Emma had rolled her eyes at this, but wrapped her arms around her frail mother.
"Thanks, mom." Mary-Margaret had erupted into another round of tears, while Emma's father, David, watched from the couch.
"Honey, there's no need to cry this much. It's not like she's moving to London or anything," said David, even though his eyes were a little wet. Mary-Margaret let go of her daughter and shook her head.
"I'm just going to miss you so much, Emma," she whispered. Emma smiled at her parents.
"I'm going to miss you both too."
Emma really wanted those gloves right now. She burrowed her fingers into her coat pockets, trying to get some warmth in them. Emma hurried quickly to her bug, opening the door. It was warm inside and smelled like peppermint. Just like him. She made a mental note to buy a Febreeze car freshener soon. Emma had put her key into the ignition when she felt it. It wasn't like a horror movie, where the hair on the nape of your neck stands up and your stomach churns. It was the feeling your stomach churned, and you got this bad feeling someone was hurt. Emma looked around, but she could see nothing but a street lamp and an empty road. Seriously, Emma? It's like three in the morning. No one is in trouble. Looked like all that time spent in a hospital was finally getting to her. She rubbed her temples and started her car again. Suddenly, her breath hitched and she put a hand over her heart. It felt like someone was yanking at the damn thing. Emma applied more pressure to her chest but the pain wouldn't go away. What the hell? She thought. She was not having a heart attack, for sure. What else could this be? The list of various heart ailments went through her head as she tried to numb the pain. She rested her head against the seat and breathed in and out, praying for it to diminish. It only increased. Emma cried out in pain. She quickly removed her seatbelt, and opened the car door. With a hand still pressed over her heart, Emma began to fumble for her phone. She managed to dial 911.
"911, how may I help you?" greeted a female voice. Emma opened her mouth to speak, but cried out as the burning sensation increased.
"Hello?" asked the woman. Emma slowly fell to the road, scrunching up in a ball.
"I…need….help," she managed weakly.
"Okay ma'am. You need to tell me exactly what's wrong." Tears fell down Emma's face as the pain began to spread all over her body. "Ma'am? You need to speak up, please. We can only help you if you tell us what you need." She could hear the woman typing, trying to get her location. The pain had now become unbearable. Emma could feel her eyes closing, but before they did, she managed to say something.
"Killian," she breathed, before sinking into unconsciousness, leaving the woman at the other end very, very scared.
Dublin, Ireland
Across the globe, Dr. Whale was furiously trying to revive his patient.
"God dammit, wake up!" he yelled as he did heart palpations. The patient did not stir. Whale continued to furiously try to awaken his heart. The nurses around him looked down, knowing that it was too late. There was one sound in the room; a long beep. Whale finally stopped pressing, a lone tear rolling down his face.
"Doctor?" asked Ruby, the charge nurse for the patient and his fiancée. Dr. Whale looked at her helplessly.
"He's gone," he whispered, running a hand through his blond hair. He slowly backed away from the body, turning his back to it. Ruby put a hand on his shoulder, tears rolling down her face.
"It's not your fault, Victor," she said quietly. He closed his eyes and nodded. Whale looked up at the other people in the room.
"Time of death?" he asked numbly. A resident checked his watch.
"19:30, sir." Whale nodded and removed his mask angrily.
"Prepare a death certificate and inform any relatives," he instructed the resident. The man nodded. Whale looked at the dead body on the table once more. He put his hand over the man's.
"I am so sorry," he whispered, closing his eyes. Ruby put her hand over his, tears falling on them. They both looked at each other, pain reflecting in their eyes. Another nurse motioned for them both to move, so she could place the white sheet over the body. Whale and Ruby helplessly backed away. They turned around, and were making their way to the sinks, when Ruby heard it. She turned around in shock. The other nurse dropped she sheet, her eyes wide.
The beeping was now increasing. There was a heartbeat. Whale ran to the body, searching for any sign of life. The man's back arched, and then he fell back onto the bed. It was silent, but the heartbeat monitor that had come to life. Ruby, Whale, and the nurse waited.
1 second.
2 seconds.
3 seconds.
The man's eyes opened, a brilliant azure. The man looked around at the people in the room, and moved his hand to remove his mask. He angrily looked at the straps that attached his hands to the bed. Ruby quickly removed his mask.
"Killian?" she asked in disbelief. Killian looked around, as if he was searching for someone.
"Where is she?" he asked Ruby hoarsely. Ruby looked at him in shock, wondering how he could even manage to speak after this.
"Who, Killian?" His eyes were wild. He looked at Ruby and Whale, as if the answer was obvious.
"Emma! Who else?" Ruby looked at Whale. He shrugged. She looked down at her older brother.
"Killian, who is Emma?" Killian opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He looked helplessly at his sister and brother-in-law.
"I don't know."
A/N
Hello, beautiful Captain Swanners! Welcome to my new fanfiction. It is very much AU. Some things to consider before we really get into this thing:
1. There is no curse at all. But does magic exist? Hmm...
2. Don't expect Emma and Killian to start banging in chapter two. They are in separate countries and need to meet each other first
3. Bae and Neal are two separate people
4. Henry is NOT Emma's son, but he does exist in the story
And thats it! Please leave a review or favorite and follow this if you think its somewhat decent
Love you all
~Rini 3