A/N Hello fanfiction readers, so this idea has bounced a lot around in my brain of all brains for some time, a time travel fic, that has touches of Swanfire, and Oodles of Captain Swan. I hope you all enjoy, and I hope at least some of you like it enough to drop a couple of words in that commenting box at the bottom of the page

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Without further ado, the prologue

Emma was beautiful tonight, her hair tied up in that ponytail, her green eyes twinkling under the lights of Granny's her blue dress flowing around her as they dance. The jukebox is playing some song he's never heard before. All he knows is the woman in his arms, and he knows after they're done, he'll find out the name of the song, and play it on repeat. So he'll never forget this night, along with all the others.

All of his favorite memories revolve around Emma; their first adventure, working with her to get back to her son at the top of a beanstalk, the first moment he saw the spark of attraction in her eyes up there. Her allowing her fear to get the best of her, leading to her leaving him chained; in more ways than one. That fateful moment from when they were in Neverland to rescue her son, and that first kiss, leaving him breathless, even as she blew it off, and ran away, instructing him not to follow directly.

The ball in the Enchanted Forest, watching her eyes alight with wonder. The way her kisses tasted on the patio of Granny's after. That was only the beginning, as the weeks moved forward, giving them their first date and so many more, each one starring her. This night goes directly on that list.

It all began with a moonlight walk at the docks, leading them to Granny's, the old woman agreeing to close the restaurant; with some bribery on his part of course. Which led to him sweeping her into his arms, as a slow song began to trail from the back of the diner.

It all lead to this moment, blue eyes gazing into green, "Swan, have I told you how stunning you are this evening?" He asks

Emma laughs, and ducks her head before returning her eyes to his, "Yes, you have, about twenty time now." she said. It was a marvel how far they had come. Barely a month ago, she was so closed off. Her guard so high. Yet here she was, smiling and vulnerable in his arms. Barely a month ago, Killian thought he would never have this.

he chuckles, dipping her low "Only twenty? I must be slacking. Either that, or I have been stunned into silence by your beauty." he brought her back up, resuming their lazy circles.

"Shut up." She tells him, closing the gap between them. Pressing her lips to his, silencing him completely.

He made a small sound in the back of his throat, as his arms tightened around her. She leans in. Such a far cry from how they once were. Both of them had come so far. The light touches they shared, the easy way they joke and laugh together.

He didn't lie, when he said that he never thought he would move past Milah. Yet here he was, his Swan in his arms. His heart so full of emotions he was almost afraid to put a name to. Yet he already knew the name of it. The emotion that had taken hold of him, had turned him into a hero. Love. Love for the woman in his arms.

It is almost eleven before they finally depart Granny's and he drops her back at her parents' apartment, and kisses her goodnight.

"Goodnight, Killian." Emma whispered, eyes heavy with an unnamed emotion.

"Goodnight, Swan." He replied, his hand sliding down her arm, leaving goosbumps in his wake, "I'll see you tomorrow."

She smiled, "See you tomorrow." she told him starting to turn. She paused, then glanced back, "Killian." her voice was light, hesitant.

"Aye, Swan?" He asked.

A slight blush colored her cheeks, "I…" she paused, a flash of uncertainty, which she covered up quickly. His heart skipped a beat, was she going to say it? Tell him what he so desperately wanted to hear? 'say it' he urged silently. Emma gave him a small smile, a strange emotion in her eyes. "I'm really glad I agreed to go out with you again." she said, sounding a little disappointed.

He gave her another smile, a little disappointed to have read the moment wrong. But he could wait forever to hear her say it… "Aye. I'm glad you did as well."

The light turned on and off, and Emma groaned, "That's my cue to head inside." Emma said, though her ire was mostly for show, "I really need to get my own place."

Killian smiled, and kissed her cheek, allowing his lips to linger, trying to pass the words unsaid between them through the light contact, "Goodnight Swan." He whispered, Finally they split. Her going inside, where her parents awaited, and he back to his ship.

When he returns to the Jolly Roger, he's surprised to see Mr. Gold resting on a pile of barrels, "Did you enjoy your evening with Miss Swan, Captain?" he questions, a smirk upon his lips.

"What do you want Crocodile? You know very well you have no right to be on this ship." He growled, glaring at the dark one, his fist clenching at his side.

"Oh don't I?" Gold asks, slipping off the barrel, and stalking towards him, a dark humor glistening in his eyes, "I have as much right to be on this ship, as you have for a happy ending."

"What concern is my happy ending to you, Crocodile?" Killian demands, wishing he had his sword.

Gold smiles, "Well I've come to take it away, like you did for Bae."

Killian looks at him confused, "I did no such thing."

Gold whirls enraged, "Oh didn't you? Didn't take you long after his death to go after his happy ending. Oh wait, you didn't even wait for that did you?"

"I took his happy ending?" Killian demands. "You have no right! If anyone took Bae's happiness, it was you!" He growled, "Also, last I checked, Emma was no casual plunder! You left your son, and he left Emma! I had no hand in either! So the way I see it. The only blame there is, should be laid at your feet. Where it belongs." Killian jabbed a finger into Gold's chest, "You don't get to decide, who gets a happy ending and who doesn't." he told him in a low voice.

"I can, and do. Which is why I'm making sure you don't get yours." Gold promised.

"How on earth do you intend to do that?" Killian asked, raising a brow.

"A small amount of magic still remains from Zelena's curse, you know the one that sent you and Miss Swan into the past?" Gold holds up a small vial, "I gathered some of it up, a spell that powerful doesn't just fade away. It's gone now though, all of it in my hand."

Killian eyes the vial warily. "What do you plan on doing with that?"

Gold rolls his eyes uncapping the vial, the magic flowing out and onto the deck of the ship, a glowing portal opening up, Gold waves a hand, and Killian stumbles, pushed by magic into the swirling portal, with only Gold's warning to follow him, "It's time for your heart to break like mine. Villains don't get happy endings Dearie. You, pirate, are no exception."

Magic swirls around him, a loud roar in his ears, until all at once it was over, and Killian's senses were filled with the sound of honking horns, cars flying by on a busy thoroughfare, the shouting of vendors, trying to draw attention to their ware, and the smell of trash. He stumbles away from the wall he was deposited against by the spell. His mind was whirling. Trying to figure out where he landed. He scans his surroundings with a wary eye, trying to gather any clue as to where he was. The last thing he remembered he was facing off with Rumpelstiltskin, "Crocodile?!" he shouts, searching for any sign of the man in question. He pushes through the disorientation remaining of the spell, and stumbles out of the alley he's in and out onto the busy street.

Someone bumps into him as he's shouting for the Crocodile, someone mumbles something about a miserable drunk, but continues on shouting till he goes hoarse. Killian puts a hand to his head, taking a breath, he scans his surroundings again. This time, trying to find something to tell him, where the bloody spell sent him. He zeros in on what appears to be a news stand. The vendor exclaiming some celebrity break-up. He makes his way over to it. His small amount of knowledge of this world told him that it would tell him where he landed. His mind going back to what Gold told him; This was Zelena's spell. A spark of panic seizes him, it might not be as simple as finding his way back to Storybrooke. He shakes it off, knowing it would do him no good to panic, and picks up a paper, dropping a couple of bucks on the counter before threading back into the busy city street, reading the paper. He stops when he sees the date, "2001?" he looks up, just a moment ago he was in 2013.

He didn't know how he got here, he just knew he had to get back. That is till he heard a burst of laughter. He spins to the sound, relief flooding through him. Emma. He starts toward her, but stops. There was something different. It doesn't take long to figure out what. This Emma is younger, not yet burdened with the responsibility of being a savior. He stares at the young Emma Swan laughing with a man he doesn't know. She leans in, her hand slipping into his pocket and pulling out a wallet before apologizing for running into him. Then she shoved the wallet into her jacket pocket and cuts through an alley.

Unable to help it, Killian follows her. He sees her heading to a familiar beat up bug, pulling out a tool that wasn't hard to identify and picking the lock. After a cursory glance around, to try and make sure nobody saw her, she gets in, and hotwires the car. As she pulls away Killian remembers the story she told him of how she got her car.

"I was stealing a car. This car." She said gesturing to the yellow bug they were reclined on, "I picked the lock, got in, hot-wired it with a screwdriver and rock, and was driving away. Suddenly this guy sits up in the back seat, nearly getting us into an accident." She smiled at the memory, "The guy was Neal, who knew, first comes grand theft auto next comes love." She joked, resting her head on his shoulder.

As though on cue, as the car pulls out onto the road, he sees a head pop over the back seat, and the car swerved. It suddenly dawned on him why the Crocodile sent him to this time, he knew Killian wouldn't be able to turn his back on Emma. He knew he wouldn't be able to resist protecting her heart again, like he always did.

Rumplestiltskin knew that Killian Jones would stop Emma Swan's heart from being broken by Neal Cassidy, by keeping Neal Cassidy from leaving her.

God this was not going to end well for him, but he couldn't do it, couldn't watch her get her heart, so fragile and ready to trust, broken. He had already seen it do so twice over Neal Cassidy. He couldn't watch it happen again.