At Last
Thanks to 3x11, I'm full of feelings that wanted to be written. This is the result in the form of a Captain Swan One-Shot. Please enjoy the fruits of my pain.
He walked along the street, breath billowing out in wisps that disappeared into the smoggy air. Blaring noises and angry voices bounced off the towering buildings that hid the sun as the people in the city went about their businesses and still he walked. A small child clinging to the fingers of his mother nearly bumped into him, but the leather clad pirate marched on. This is it, he thought, hope burgeoning in his chest as her face materialized in his mind. Sure, the last 3 flats he'd thought he would find his dear Swan in were dead ends, but nothing could dash his hope or the sense of purpose he felt with the weight of his mission on his shoulders. A year. 365 days and 4 hours since he'd last seen Emma, and not only had Killian thought of her every day, but hardly a second went by when his heart did not ache for her. For most of that year he had split his time between helping Snow and Charming rebuild their kingdom and helping them try to find a way back to Emma, glad he had so little time for brooding and/or rum.
When catastrophe struck everyone called for their Savior, and here he was, searching earnestly for her, in a world he didn't know or understand. But that would soon be all alright, he knew as he reached the door to the building that was his destination. He tried the door but it would not open, and so he had to take out a pick from his coat pocket and work it in. He probably could've pressed one of the round button with names by them, but he doubted Emma would simply open the door for him because he claimed to know her. And so with a satisfied grunt after a few moments the door was pushed open and he trotted up the stairs. The name "Swan" was next to a button that also had the number 3B on it, where he suspected her abode was. It took him a bit of wandering to find the door labeled 3B, and once he did he sighed in relief. Nervousness and anxiety gnawed at him as he remembered the plight of his friends back in the Enchanted Forest and he knocked on the door urgently.
When there was no answer his worry grew and he banged much harder, wincing at how alarmed she and Henry probably were at that. But sure enough, a few seconds later the door swung open and Killian was greeted with the most beautiful sight he had ever seen. She wore night garments, but they hung off of her graceful figure like she was an illusion. Her angelic face was framed by only slightly bedraggled hair that Killian thought could never look better. For the shortest of moments he just stared in awe, everything else forgotten as he basked in the radiance of the woman he loved. The woman he loved. He took her in again and a huge grin split his face. Everything was going to be good now. He'd found his Swan and completed his mission, and she would save the day because she was the Savior. Because she was Emma Swan and without any recollection of the real events of the past 12 years, she was amazing. He was floored by her and his love for her, but in that little moment he managed to speak.
"Swan," he breathed, regaining his motor skills and taking step towards her.
"At last."
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