Here's the next chapter for you! Hope you guys like this so far :)
I still don't own OUAT or Enchanted.
Graham was not having a good day. First, his beloved Regina yelled at him for hours after she found out that her stepson was getting married. Then she coerced him into following Baelfire to this strange world to make sure that he never finds Emma and kill her. It was getting harder and harder to believe Regina's promises of a "happily ever after" for them - but he couldn't resist.
"Sire, perhaps we should search for your beloved elsewhere?" - he suggested to the prince after they sat down, exhausted from running around Manhattan and checking out every blonde they saw.
"A solid idea, Graham. The sooner we locate Emma, the sooner I can find an answer to my love's duet!" - he proclaimed. Graham sighed, looking away. A sudden appearance of a blonde woman before his eyes gave him an idea.
"Sire, look! It's her!" - he nudged the prince and pointed at the woman's retreating back. Baelfire's gaze followed Graham's finger and his face broke into a grin.
"Emma! My love!" - he exclaimed, startling several old ladies across from them and leapt from the bench.
"I've been dreaming of a true love's kiss.." - he broke into a song when he finally reached his target. The woman stopped in her tracks.
"E-excuse me?" - she turned around slowly, her eyes narrowed. Baelfire's heart sank. It wasn't Emma. The resemblance ended at blonde hair and green eyes. The corners of his mouth lowered.
"Forgive me, beautiful lady. I seem to have confused you with my bride Emma. Please accept my sincerest apologies!" - he said, bowing slightly. The woman relaxed slightly but didn't smile.
"Look better next time then!" - she snapped. The prince blanched but bowed again - he was raised to be respectful to the ladies.
"Yes, my lady. Forgive me. I shall be on my way now". The blonde sighed.
"I'm sorry. I just had a really bad day, I didn't mean to be rude."
Bae smiled. "No harm no foul, my lady. Is there anything I can do?"
Tink chuckled. "I don't think so. But thank you. I hope you find what you're looking for". She smiled at the prince and walked away. Baelfire's shoulders sagged. The lady was rather lovely and he was sorry to see her leave. But he blinked and turned around. He had a fiancée to find after all.
Said fiancée's morning was no less interesting in terms of encounters. After Tink slammed the door of his apartment and Wend disappeared into her room to get dressed, Killian turned to face Emma, his brows furrowed.
"OK, that's it. I'm done with you. After I take Wendy to school, I'll get you a train, a plane, a ship, whatever the hell I can and you're out of here. Am I making myself clear, Princess? Because I don't know what your bloody deal is, if you're waiting for some prince Charming..."
"Prince Baelfire" - Emma corrected him, folding her arms across her chest, not afraid of him. He waved his hand.
"Whatever. You have certainly overstayed your welcome, and you created a problem between Tink and myself that I now have to resolve!" - Killian sighed and sat on the sofa, running a hand through his jet black hair. Emma frowned.
"You don't sound happy."
"Bloody hell, of course I don't sound unhappy! I am the opposite of happy right now!" - he shouted, but Emma didn't cower. She raised her eyebrow.
"I thought me doing all this would make you happy, Killian" - she spoke softly.
"All what?" - he snapped. She waved her hand at the now clean kitchen sink and pointed at the vacuumed floor.
"I was just trying to make your home better, so you could be happier!" - she exclaimed. Killian's jaw dropped.
"Are you for real?"
"Yes!" - she replied. - "I did a very nice thing for you, as a way to show my gratitude and make it so you could feel amazing in your home, and instead you are acting like I'm some kind of criminal! Look at how lovely your home is! And after you do, I insist that you apologise to me, because I don't appreciate your mean words!" She took a deep breath as Killian looked around, noticing his good-as-new place for the first time.
"Wow" - he muttered. - "Actually, it does look bloody amazing". Emma grinned. Killian sighed.
"Look, I'm not upset about the apartment, OK? It's just that I was planning to take a big step in my relationship with Tink tonight. A proposal, actually..."
Emma's eyes shone even, brighter if possible. "Oh! That's wonderful!"
"Aye... But now she's got this idea that you and I..."
"Kissed?"
"Something along those lines."
"Oh no!" - Emma gasped. - "You know what you should do?"
Killian rolled his eyes. "What, you have a solution to this too?"
"You should sing to her!" - she exclaimed, clapping her hands. He scoffed.
"Sing to her?"
"Oh yes! That way you can reassure her of your affections!"
Killian could only blink as Emma twirled around the room. "And you should take her in your arms and serenade her with a beautiful ballad as you dance around and share a true love's kiss!"
"True love's kiss..." - he spoke slowly.
"It's the most powerful magic of all!" - she beamed. He could only stare at her.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" - she asked, confused. Killian shrugged.
"I don't know. It's like... it's like you're an actual, living and breathing girl from a Hallmark card or something!"
Emma smiled timidly. "Is that bad?"
Killian didn't get a chance to answer because his ringtone interrupted him mid-sentence. He gasped.
"It's work! Come on, Wendy, we have to go!" - he called for his daughter and Emma followed them out of the apartment.
After dropping off Wendy at school, Emma and Killian arrived to his office. Everything fascinated Emma - from bronze statues to flashing screens.
"Morning, Killian" - Elsa greeted him. - "Your nine o'clock is here."
"Damn" - he swore under his breath and grabbed Emma's hand. - "Elsa, this is... this is Emma. Can you please do me a favour and find out who she is, where she's from, and how to get there? I have to go settle the Golds' divorce. Oh, and if Tink calls, I really need to talk to her. Thanks!" - he shouted the last word and ushered Mr. and Mrs. Gold who were sitting across the reception into the meeting room.
"Killian, what..?" - Elsa blinked and turned to face Emma, who was waving at her.
"It's nice to meet you!" - she smiled widely. Elsa smiled back uncertainly.
"It's... nice to meet you too?" - she said in a small voice. Emma beamed and approached the water cooler curiously. A few minutes later, Killian and Mr. and Mrs. Gold stepped out of the room. Emma turned around to face Mrs. Gold, a pretty young woman with dark hair.
"Oh, your hair is lovely!" - Emma exclaimed, walking up to her and twirling a stray curl. The brunette stared at her in bewilderment.
"You are beautiful" - Emma spoke sincerely. The woman blinked.
"Well, thank you?"
"The man who has your love is very lucky!"
She snorted. "You try telling him that!"
"Well, I'm sure he already knows!"
"I beg your pardon?" – Mrs. Gold spoke behind her.
"Ohh, are you the man? You are so lucky! Just look at the way her eyes sparkle! No wonder you are in love!"
Killian facepalmed and pulled Emma towards the reception.
"Who in God's name is this lady?" – Mr. Gold demanded. - "Is this a set-up?"
"No, no, no! She's just... my friend" - Killian exclaimed hastily. Mr. Gold shook his head and disappeared into the elevator, Mrs. Gold following him.
"Emma" - Killian began. - "Those two people - they are not in love! They are divorcing, do you know what that means?"
Emma shook her head mutely.
"They are separating! Forever!"
She gasped and Killian spotted a stray tear trickling down her cheek.
"No no, don't cry! Seriously, don't cry!" - he pleaded. Emma sniffled.
"This is so sad! What kind of a place is this?" - she whimpered.
"It's called reality. Welcome to reality!" - he snapped, though not unkindly.
"Well I'd rather be in The Enchanted Forest!" - she proclaimed.
"I'd rather you were there too" - he muttered. "Elsa, any luck?"
Elsa shook her head.
"There are literally no documents to her name. And that place - The Enchanted Forest, or Misthaven - Killian, it doesn't exist! No agency's ever heard of it, and she couldn't explain what it even was - a city? A country? A province?"
Killian groaned. "Emma, let's go. I'm afraid we don't know how to get your home at present."
Emma nodded and followed him outside into Central Park.
"You don't have to worry about me, Killian! I'm certain Baelfire will come for me soon!" - she told him as they walked through an alley. Killian was looking for an ATM to get some money for Emma - he didn't know what else to do at that point. He may be known as a ruthless cynic at work, but he wasn't about to let a lost young woman from God knows where be penniless on the streets of New York. However, he had Tink to think about too. And Wendy - she didn't need all these ideas about happily-ever-after and dreams coming true in her head.
"And how can you be sure he's coming?" - Killian asked. Emma didn't hear him - she was too busy admiring an advert for something called "The King's and Queen's Ball".
"Killian, look! A ball! Wouldn't that be fun?" - she grabbed his arm and pulled him towards the ticket stand. He shook his head, trying to suppress a smile at her enthusiasm - it was incredibly infectious.
"No, Emma, it would not."
"Killian, come on, Tink would love this! I promise you!"
He groaned. "Fine. Two tickets, please." He paid for the tickets and continued walking.
"You didn't answer my question, love? How do you know your prince will come for you? How long have you two been together, anyway?" - he was slightly curious.
"Oh, about a day" - Emma answered with a smile. Surely that couldn't be right?
"You mean it feels like a day, because you're so in love?" - Killian tried to clarify, but Emma shook her head.
"No, it's been a day. And tomorrow - tomorrow will be two days!"
Killian did a double take. "Surely you're being facetious, love? You cannot seriously be considering marrying someone after a day?"
"But I am!" - Emma frowned, not understanding Killian's confusion.
"You're going to marry someone after a day because you fell in love? Is that what you are saying?"
"But of course!"
"I'm afraid I don't quite understand you. How can you love some fella that you don't even know?" - he tried to reason.
"Well, I know what's in his heart! What else do I need to know?" - this man had really strange ideas about love. In The Enchanted Forest and the neighbouring lands, everyone knew their true love the moment they met them, and surely, Emma was no exception? She's lived alone most of her life and may have had little idea about love, but she knew this much!
Killian was too stunned by her response.
"What about you, Killian? How long have you known your Tink?" - Emma asked curiously.
"Five years" - he replied. Emma's eyes widened.
"And you haven't proposed?! No wonder she's angry!"
He shrugged. "Well, most people get to know each other before taking a big step like marriage. They date."
Emma frowned at the strange expression. "Date?"
"Aye. You know - you go out for a nice meal, a stroll, or suchlike and you talk. About each other, about your likes and dislikes."
What a funny world! - Emma thought. Killian chuckled, seeing her bewildered expression.
"Perhaps you are right - perhaps we should follow your example and get married after twenty four hours of meeting one another eh?" - he teased, nudging her. Where the hell did that come from? - he wondered. He was a far cry from a guy who acted so playfully with women he barely knew.
"Unfortunately" - he caught himself in time - "life doesn't work like that, Emma."
"Well, it can if she knows?" - Emma stopped walking.
"Knows what?"
"How much you love her!"
"Of course she knows!" - Killian replied, a little offended. He may not be a playful sort of guy, but he knew how to treat a lady, of that he was certain.
"How?" - Emma prompted.
"What do you mean - how?"
Emma grinned and sang:
"How does she know you love her?"
"Emma, please don't" - Killian begged.
"How does she know she's yours?"
"Emma, people are staring" - he whispered. What if more of his clients saw him with a strange singing lady? Unfortunately, the street musicians heard her.
"How does she know you love her?" - a drummer sang along. Emma beamed and joined in.
"How do you show her you love her?"
"How does she know you really,
Really, truly, love her?" - they sang together. Killian stood there, gaping at them. "What the bloody hell is this shanty?"
By that point, people around them caught up and joined in. Emma linked her arm through his and led him through the alley towards the boathouses, singing:
"It's not enough to take your love for granted.
You must remind her or she'll be inclined to say:
How do I know he loves me?
How do I know he's mine?
Well, does he live a little note to tell you you're on his mind?
Send you yellow flowers when the skies are grey?
Hey, he'll find a new way to show you
A little bit every day!
That's how you know,
That's how you know
He's your love!"
There was a large crowd following them around the pond now. This was a completely unfamiliar territory for Killian. He now understood what Emma must have felt like when she first encountered the Big Bad Wolf that was New York at night.
"Emma, perhaps we should..."
"You got to show her you need her,
Don't treat her like a mind reader.
Each day do something to lead her
To believe you love her!"
"Tink and I really don't need to talk about that every day!" - he exclaimed, but his remark was lost in the sea of voices - every single person in the park was singing along now.
"Everybody wants to live happily ever after
Everybody wants to know their true love is true,
How do you know he loves you?
How do you know he's yours?
Well, does he take you out dancing
So he can hold you close?"
"I really don't dance" - Killian muttered when Emma grabbed his hands and spun around in a circle, surrounded by people. He was getting dizzy, which admittedly wasn't the worst feeling in the world.
"Dedicate a song
With words meant just for you?"
"And I most certainly do not sing!"
"He'll find his own way to tell you
With the little things he'll do
That's how you know,
That's how you know
He's your love,
He's your love!
That's how you know he loves you
That's how you know it's true!
"Because he'll wear your favourite colour,
Just so he can match your eyes,
Plan a private picnic
By the fire's glow, oh!
His heart'll be yours forever
Something every day will show.
That's how you know,
That's how you know,
That's how you know,
That's how you know,
That's how you know,
That's how you know,
He's your love!
That's how she knows
That you love her,
That's how you show her
You love her
You gotta show her you need her!
That's how you know
He's your love!"