Hello! This is a new idea I had that I needed to get out of my head. I hope you all ejoy it!
It takes place after the events of the final battle and Emma and Killian are married and trying to decide if they want to go back to the Enchanted Forrest or stay in Storybrooke.
Chapter One-
It had been a month since the final battle. Emma and Killian were currently on an extended vacation to a tropical island Killian had found while traveling with his ship, and Emma jumped at the opportunity to get away from Storybrooke for a while. Emma had resumed her post as Sheriff along with her dad, Prince Charming until they all decided to move back to the Enchanted forest, and begin again. Snow and Charming kept watch over the town for Emma and Killian so they could get away for a while and have much needed alone time. What Emma failed to tell everyone she loved was she wasn't sleeping. Hardly ever. The events of the last few months still played fresh in her mind and she had nightmares almost every night.
She was quiet enough though not to wake Killian or Henry who knew something was wrong but waited for Emma to talk to him about it because that's how their relationship was. It was a mutual understanding and Emma loved him for it.
They took off in the Jolly Rodger and sailed for a few days until they found this beautiful little tropical island.
The seas were calm. The sun was hot and Emma was exhausted. She had been through so much. Battling the darkness, loosing herself in the process, re gaining her confidence in her abilities as the savior, and Killian. Sweet, dangerous Killian. Her husband. She still was having a hard time saying the word, Husband, he was also now Prince Killian.
They had set up camp in this little shack that Emma created with her magic. She had all her powers still being the product of true love. That power never went away. Her heart was tainted however. There would always be the good but there was a tiny part of evil still left from her being the dark one. The memories. The nightmares that started plaguing her sleep.
She sat alone on the beach as Killian was still sleeping in the hut. Flashes of her stabbing Killian played over and over in her mind. She shuddered. "Love." She heard him say his pet name for her from behind. "It's not even dawn yet. Come back to bed." He said putting his hands on her shoulders. She sighed a heavy tired sigh. "I'm sorry I couldn't sleep." She said getting up and wiping sand off her bathing suit bottoms. Killian's eyes devoured her as they always did, looking her up and down drinking in every inch of her. "Swan, are you having nightmares again?" He asked. Killian had hundreds of years of practice with nightmares to learn how to control them mostly. She nodded walking into his embrace and burying her head in his neck breathing in his scent.
"Hush now my love why didn't you tell me?" He asked. "Were supposed to be a team." She felt a little guilty not telling him but a part of her didn't want to speak it out loud for fear of the nightmares coming back to life. "I'm sorry It's just something I thought I could handle by myself." She said. He began lightly massaging her neck with his hand and his hook wrapped around her waist pulling her against him.
He said massaging her shoulders, his strong hand moving over her back making her shiver. She sighed leaning into him even more. Her feet sinking into the warm sand. The sun had finally begun to rise over the horizon. There were hot pinks and oranges and yellows that dotted the skyline making a masterpiece in the sky. "Love, let's go back to bed." He hummed against her neck kissing her spot. She moaned and heat pooled in her center.
Turning around she wrapped her arms around him and kissed him deeply. "Killian, I love you so much. I still can't believe we made it through all of that, and you…" She trailed off as if thinking of something unpleasant. "Like I told you love, I'm a survivor. You will never have to worry about me again." He said kissing her deeply and pouring in all the emotion he could into the kiss.
"I love you Emma, Princess." He teased. She cringed. "Don't call me Princess." She said gritting her teeth. "You know how I hate it. She never thought of herself as a fluttery princess who was completely helpless like in her mother's fairy tale stories, she was a strong independent woman. Killian chuckled enjoying pushing her buttons. Together they walked into the beach hut and fell into bed clinging onto each other as they usually did. It was going to be a good day. Finally, after a bout of love making Emma fell into a deep sleep wrapped in Killian's arms tightly. He loved watching her sleep and felt content holding her close to him.
He didn't realize how much he needed her strength until he was in the underworld and all he could hold onto was the memories they made together as a couple. He knew he was in love with her when she was trapped back in the ice cave with Princess Elsa. He knew he loved her even more when she gave her life for her family and saved everyone in Storybrooke. He was nothing without her. She was the light to his darkness and he was going to spend every day making her feel cherished and protected.
They decided to go home after a few weeks. Emma making herself at home on his ship. He after all only needed himself to sail it, and a little bit of Emma's magic.
Things were quiet for once in their life they didn't have any crisis to run after. Emma was enjoying being on vacation. Sleeping in late and not having any nightmares for a long time. She often would stay on deck with Killian and listen to his stories of adventures he had with Mr. Smee and the lost boys. While standing on the edge of the ship looking over the horizon, Storybrooke coming into view, Emma suddenly felt a wave of nausea hit her and she put her hand over her stomach. "Emma? Are you alright?" Killian asked seeing her go green and swaying. "I'm fine just feeling a little ill all of a sudden. I just need to sit down." She began but before she could make it to the stairs she fainted.