A/N: Thank you to all the reviewers, followers and favourites! I really appreciate you taking your time to read my little story. Anyway, this is now an ongoing story! Not quite sure where the plot is gonna go, but looking into a certain pirate's struggle with 300 years' worth of depression could be interesting.
(2-hour update) I noticed that a large chunk of the chapter disappeared, so I took it down, fixed it and here it is, all of it.
Disclaimer: If you weren't aware, ABC owns Once. Not me.
Milah...And now Emma. Both gone, yet I'm still here.
Killian opened his eyes. He was still laying on the street. However this time, he was watching the scene from a distance. He saw Regina surrounded by the darkness, Robin and Emma struggle to think of a plan, David and Mary Margaret standing to the side, and himself. He was watching...himself? What? What on Earth is going on here? he wondered.
Emma turned towards the other Killian, like she had done moments ago. "I love you," she breathed. Bloody hell, this is confusing. Alright, Hook. do something now. Stop her from doing this! Hook stood there like a statue, just like Killian had done. Not again, he thought.
"Emma!" he screamed, and ran towards her. She looked at him, then at Hook. "What the..?" Well, aren't you just bloody brilliant? Now you've confused her. She's probably going to run to that cloud even faster now! This time, however, Killian would not sit idly by and watch his love disappear.
Emma was now pulling Regina away from the darkness. Before he could even process the thought, Killian hurled himself into the cloud. "I love you, Swan." He pushed her out of the way, and waited for the darkness to consume him. He closed his eyes, expecting to feel something. This is supposed to be an act of true love. If I open my eyes, will I see that I've just been standing in the middle of the road waiting for nothing in particular?
It was awfully quiet, too quiet for the pirate's liking. He opened his eyes, and noticed that he was alone. The darkness was gone, as was everyone else. He turned in a circle around himself. Still, there was no one or nothing in sight. Suddenly, he heard a scream, and the sound of an object dropping behind him. He slowly turned around. Emma? Oh, thank the gods you're alright.
Emma bent over and picked up what she'd dropped. That dagger looks - no. Engraved on the dagger were Killian's two favourite words: Emma Swan. She looked into Killian's eyes. He looked back, and saw nothing of his love. No glimmer in her eyes, no emotion of any sort. She flashed him a wicked grin."Hi, Hook," she spat. Her voice sounded like poison to him. She was even calling him 'Hook'. She hasn't called me that to my face in ages.
"I didn't know what I was signing up for when I became the Dark One. I didn't think I'd get to see the world through clearer eyes. But I do. I see that you don't actually love me - "
"Swan, what are you - "
"Zip it, pirate. I'm talking. If you actually loved me, you would have tried to stop me form turning dark. You would have done something. I saw you, Killian, I was looking at you. You stood there, and did nothing. You stood there, and you said nothing. You looked like all this was happening to you. So selfish. Then again, that does sound like a pirate. I think I liked you better with my father's sword through your heart."
Killian gaped at her. It's her, but it really isn't.
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"EMMA!" Killian shot upwards. Where am I? he wondered. As his eyes adjusted to the daylight, he let his other senses determine his location. It's quiet, but comfortable, and it smells like home. When he could finally see properly, he scanned the room. Emma's bedroom. I'm in Emma's bedroom. More importantly, I'm in her bed. And I'm also shirtless. Did someone take off my shirt while I was out or..? Killian didn't get the chance to complete his thought
"Hook? Is everything alright?" David asked as he walked up the stairs, and entered his daughter's room. He noticed that Killian was shirtless, then turned around and said, "I'll come back when you're decent." And, with that, Prince Charming descended the loft's stairs.
Killian got out of the bed, and saw that his shirt was neatly folded on the desk. How did I get here? I don't remember anything after passing out on the street. He put on his shirt, and buttoned it up. He then decided to go downstairs, to find Charming on the couch, alone, eyeing him.
"I'm..um...I'm fine, Dave," he said.
"Alright then," replied the prince.
"Can I ask you a few questions?" he wondered.
"I suppose that depends on the question."
"Okay, um why was I shirtless?" he started. His question made David chuckle a little bit.
"That is a question you'll have to ask my wife. She was looking after you. You probably sweat through your shirt or something. It's clean, if you were wondering."
Killian eyed his sleeves, and found them freshly ironed. "Oh, well then thank you. How long was I out?"
David paused to think. He ran a hand through his short hair, scratching his head in the process. "Uh...A couple of days, two or three. I haven't really kept track of time lately."
The pirate nodded. "Understandable. Thanks for letting me stay in your home," he added.
The prince flashed him a quick smile. "Don't even worry about it. We wouldn't have it any other way."
Killian paused his awkward conversation for a moment, and looked around the loft. "Speaking of 'we'..." he started, "Where's the family?"
"Mary Margaret and Henry went for a walk with Neal, and Emma... disappeared," David replied harshly.
Way to go, reminding the man who probably carried you into his house that his daughter became the Dark One, Killian thought. "Sorry," he muttered. He saw that his jacket was on the coat rack, next to a few of Emma's favourite leather jackets. Come back, Emma...
"Don't blame yourself, Killian. It's not your fault."
"It's not yours either, Dave. She sacrificed herself." Just let her come back to me, let her kiss me one more time, let me tell her I love her move than I've ever loved anyone before. Just let me be with her...
David sighed, "I know. Now we just have to find her, and find a way to get rid of her darkness. This time, without hurting anyone. That is not going to be an easy task."
"Let me know what I can do to help," Killian said, determination shining in his eyes. "I'll do anything if it means she'll come back, without trying to kill any of us."
David nodded. "I would talk to Mr. Gold, who always seems to have a solution, but he seems to be a little out of it right now."
The pirate chuckled dryly. "That is probably for the best." His eyes settled on the coat rack once again. How are you holding up so well, Dave? I feel as though the world is crumbling, yet here you are, sad, but fit as a fiddle. You have your whole family busy so that they can forget for a while. You have a quiet appartment so you can think. You will come up with a plan to save her. And here I am, barely able to speak without breaking apart. "I'm going to go sailing for a bit," he suddenly decided. He looked at the prince. "Would you...like to come?" he asked tentatively. "It might help clear your head."
David shrugged, "I suppose fresh air can't do any harm."
