Reunited
Chapter One: Heartache
Disclaimer: I do not own Once Upon A Time.
Set a few weeks after the season 4 finale and is AU from there. Emma and Killian finally reunite after she becomes the Dark One.
Killian stumbles onto the Jolly Rodger with less grace than a certain cowardly imp.
Another exhausting day was drawing to a close.
As usual he was glad another torturous day without his Swan would soon end but it was still another day without Emma.
As the days dragged on they didn't get any easier.
As cliché as it sounded Killian doubted they ever would. Not until he was with her again. Emma, not the Dark One, his Emma.
He had fled the Charming's loft as quickly as possible once it became clear no further progress would be made that evening.
He was touched that, the once wary mother and stubborn, distrusting father, were finally trusting him and recently had been all but begging him to spend time with them.
But he also knew why they were doing it, Killian was aware that David and Mary Margaret only wanted him around so he wouldn't do anything stupid.
It made him scoff.
Him, Captain Hook, do something stupid!
What an absurd thought.
Especially when Emma was in potential danger.
Or…causing the danger.
He didn't know which was worse.
Killian appreciated their concern, he truly did, but he's just not sure how many of Mary Margaret's hopeful speeches he can stomach.
She meant well of course but the former pirate was positive that when it comes to battling your inner darkness he knew more about it than the valiant hero.
Her determined voice still rang through his head,
"Dark One or not she is still Emma, she is still our daughter David! She still has goodness in her, she's the saviour! You and I ensured she'd be good. That she would never go dark. She won't give in to the darkness. She can't."
He remembers how he clenched his jaw and dug his nails into the armrests of the chair he once wrapped Emma up in blankets in, to resist the temptation to stand and contradict her naïve thoughts.
Regina however had no such desire to hold back,
"Snow, what Emma did was far more powerful than the apprentice's spell. Emma allowed the most powerful source of dark magic to enter her. In doing so the darkness took over her….conscience you could say. She isn't the saviour anymore, she's the Dark One. But we will find a way to change her back."
After a few moments of awkward, stunned silence Snow changed the subject to finding Merlin.
At this Killian tuned out of the conversation, simply because every single day it was the same conversation.
We need to find Merlin.
We need to find Emma.
Find Merlin then we can find Emma.
He didn't care much for this Merlin. He was a sorcerer, a good one and from what Killian had gathered had a great deal of say in what happens in people's lives. Even more so than the Author.
Killian had never cared much for those who interfered in other people's lives.
Before he met Emma he never cared much for people with magic.
But if Merlin can lead him to Emma then he'll do anything to meet him.
All he wanted was Emma back.
Killian eventually managed to escape the Charming's clutches. All he wanted to do now was drink all the rum available in this godforsaken town, clutch the dagger he used to despise so much, which now bore HER name on it and cry himself to sleep.
But of course he can't do that.
Legendary pirate captains do not cry.
It of course has nothing to do with David raiding his ship and STEALING all of his alcohol while Belle threatened that…that dwarf Emma hated with a passion to not give or sell him any alcohol.
Or that Regina took the dagger from him after numerous interrupted attempts of summoning Emma.
Nothing to do with those things AT ALL.
Killian allowed his feet take him below deck, to the room he once ventured to with Emma, a lifetime ago.
An adventure he could not remember.
He does remember the jealousy though, the rage and horror he felt as he watched his past self kiss and hold Emma. The girl he had wanted to kiss for so long, the woman he had spent what felt like forever proving himself to. The hero who helped him become a better man.
Over the past few days he has sought refuge here, relentlessly trying to remember what happened with her in the bar that night.
But alas he never remembers instead he lets his mind wonder to what he had said to get her home that night.
What she had said or done to convince him to take her back to his ship.
No memories surfaced.
All that came to him were tears.
Running his hand over his face, his spinning head and thumping heart distracts him from registering the fact that he is not alone.
"Hello Hook"
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