26-Year Old Emma still lives with her parents David and Mary-Margaret in New York. They never went to Storybrooke, no one knows about magic. Henry doesn't exist either.
Killian is a pirate (of course) living in Neverland on the Jolly Roger. He never met Milah or Rumple before.
This Story is told by a narrator. You can think of a voice by yourself. I hope you enjoy it.
Chapter I: what an unexpected journey
He wants to tell her how much he loves her but she is gone.
He thinks about her pleading sight, her little tear and the words she wanted to say to him before it was too late.
Oh, what would he give to follow her.
She wants to tell him how he changed her.
She thinks about the smell of leather, salt and rum, the handsome smile and the words he wanted to say to her before it was too late.
Oh, what would she give to stay beside him right now.
"You look beautiful, Emma", Mary-Margaret says while plucking the black dress she sewed for her daughters date.
"Mom, I'm twenty-one years old, you don't have to mother me like that", Emma groans.
"Walsh is going to be thrilled, I'm sure about that."
Emma nods and slips the red coat over her shoulders. Her face contorts into a painful grimace the moment she tries on the new high heels.
"I'll never get used to them", she says. With a sweet smirk she kisses her parents goodbye and leaves the apartment. If only she knew that it will be the last time she sees her parents for a very long time.
Like always, the date was long-drawn and politically aligned. She might learn to love Walsh, no question. He is tactful, sensitive and smart. Definitely a man worth introducing to her father. The man she thinks she loves fulfills her every wish and he could offer her a life without worries. However, strangely enough, something in her mind is telling her to turn away from him. Not that he seems dangerous or anything, but Emma always had the gift of telling if people are lying or not. And today it seems like Walsh is indeed hiding something from her.
"Is everything alright?", she asks.
"Of course, why shouldn't it be?", he replied nervously.
"You look like you could use a drink."
Walsh smiles and grabs her hand softly.
"You know me too well", he says while gently pushing a tiny box in her hands. Emma knows this box too well. Never will she forget the day Neal left her with the promise of marriage four years ago.
"Do you think we could be happy here?", Walsh continues but Emma interrupts.
"I can't marry you, Walsh"
His smile turns into a bursting guffaw. His eyes, a beautiful and calming brown, suddenly terrifyingly red.
"Open the box", he commands. Unsure whether or not she should scream and run, hit him with a fork or do what he commands, she petrifies. Never before had she seen such a thing. Embarrassed by her own faith of magic, she comes to her senses and does as he wishes. And then she falls.
Falling feels liberating, as if thousands of silk scarves are wrapped around your bones. It takes longer than you think. You're asleep, yet you're wide awake. The wonderful feeling is interrupted by a sharp blow to the back. Sharp waves wind around her neck, taking her breath away. The cold water freezes through her entire body. Emma tries to push herself up, looking for something to cling on. In the same moment that she wants to give up, a warm hand grabs her wrist. She is thrown upward onto cold, wet and dirty ground.
"Is she alive, Captain?", she hears the voice of an old man say.
Emma tries to open her eyes but her vision is blurred by bright sunlight. After her eyes adjust to the brightness, she opens her eyelids completely. She cannot orient herself but believes herself in a forest.
"What strange clothing", the familiar voice of the old man speaks again.
Her eyes fall on the man they call Captain. Emma tries to suppress the sudden heat shock that strucks through her body. No question, he looks devilishly beautiful. His eyes are bluer than any sea she had seen before. His hair dishevels with the wind and his look drills through hers.
"Tell me your name, woman", he says. His voice sounds deep, attractive and dominant. Emma is not sure whether she should tell the truth or not. She believes herself in the middle of a cosplay party or a masquerade. She would like to laugh out loud and run away but the daggers and swords look too real to be part of a masquerade.
"I want to know where I am", she asks. The men of the captain stare at him in amazement. He raises an eyebrow and another heat shock strucks through her as he smirks.
"You are absolutely right, M'Lady. We should start with a question which of course is not already obvious and only then will we go on with formalities", he hisses sarcastically.
The smell of leather, salt and rum runs through her nose as he bends down to her and leans closer towards her face.
"I will not ask you again. Tell me your name."
Emma squints her eyes, stubborn as ever, not saying a word.
Killian is amazed that she makes no effort to be afraid of him. There are not many citizens who dare to oppose the captain. Something about her not only astonishes him, but also attracts him. He is not sure what to do with the strange dressed woman without a name. For a moment he pauses and holds Smee, who was ready to hit the woman, with an angry gesture back. Smee does not understand the captain's sudden change of plans.
"But Captain, you told us to kill her if she resists", he asks. Killian ignores him and turns his eyes back to the woman.
"Captain Killian Jones, at your service. You are in Neverland, M'Lady. Would you be so kind as to tell me your name now?", he asks.
Her face changes to a question mark. Perhaps she has lost her memory after falling off the cliff, Killian thinks. Which does not explain the black leather dress she is wearing.
"Are you part of Blackbeards crew?", he asks again after she gave him no answer to his question.
She shakes her head and gets up. Standing, she looks even prettier than he likes to admit. The black leather dress wraps around her perfect, thin body. Her face is indeed dirty and wet, her blonde curls cling to her full lips and her sparkling green-blue eyes. Never before had he seen such a perfect beautiful woman. She was complete. Killian shakes the thought out of his head and relies on his conscience. She might be Blackbeards spy.
"I am Emma. Emma Swan. I don't understand ... I was just... I just... I was with Walsh in New York and.."
"New York?"
Killian is a geographical champion. He knows every inch of the seven seas and each island next to Neverland, but he never heard of a place called New York before. He laughs. Another poor attempt to be deceived and robbed by a woman.
"Smee. Take her to the Jolly Roger. Lock her into the bottom cell. I'll take care of her when we are at sea.." , Killian takes a step closer to her, their bodies just inches away from each other. He feels her racing breath and leans closer towards her face. Their eyes meet.
"... we don't want our guest to run away, don't we?", he smirks.
"Aye, Captain", Smee replies.
"Welcome to Neverland, Emma Swan. This is going to be an adventure."