Hey guys, new chapter again. I am hoping things work out as you wanted them to. Again, I've used parts of two cs conversations from 3x14 with a few details in their reactions altered. Anyway, enjoy!
THEN
It had been a tiring hour of plowing through the woods. Trudging around in the cold forest, the sky turning darker due to the clouds that started grouping together. On the other hand, the fact that they did have each other was somewhat comforting. The most encouraging part, though, was that, despite the fact that they hadn't made their relationship formal yet, they finally felt free to walk clasping each other's hand and hugging to keep the cold out. They didn't need to hide anymore.
"Hey, wait a sec! I think I see the bushes!" Emma calls out breaking their tight embrace and points to the direction she spotted the holly berry scrubs they had been rummaging for. Killian moves towards them and uses his hook to shake some of the fruit down, trying to make out some kind of similarity with the one back at the loft.
"You'll look for any excuse to use that thing, won't you?" Emma teases him.
"Well, you didn't seem to mind so far! At least we know we're in the right place, what now?" he smirks.
"Now, we start searching!" she replies pretending she didn't hear the first part of the sentence. You certainly didn't mind!
"You know something, Swan? Whenever you're around, I inevitably find myself trekking through some manner of woods, courting danger…" Killian mutters.
"Ah, and here I thought you weren't afraid of anything, always looking for the next adventure!" Emma stops and turns around meeting his exhausted, still much playful gaze.
"Oh is that what this is?" Killian exclaims placing his arms around her.
"Isn't it?" she asks placing a chaste kiss on his lips.
"I suppose then we should move on, otherwise I might get distracted and stop right in this very spot occupying myself with other, more enjoyable activities." He says mockingly.
"Okay, captain, let's keep walking, no matter how tempting that sounds." She smiles gently drawing away.
A few steps later of walking on pure snow, they finally have something.
"A farmhouse… You have to appreciate the irony!" Emma jokes walking closer, approaching the house as Killian follows.
"There's definitely someone living here! Looks empty right now though" she whispers looking through the window.
"Why are we whispering?" Killian asks still in a low voice.
"Because good hideouts always look empty, trust me, I spent a lot of time tracking out people who don't want to be found. I know about hiding out!" she answers pacing all around the outside of the frozen farmhouse. And then they notice something else.
"A storm cellar…?" she wonders walking to it.
"Wait wait wait wait… there's one thing walking around at a deserted farmhouse, it's quite another descending into a one-way cellar with no way out." Killian stops her before she shoots the padlock keeping the cellar closed.
"Scared?" Emma pokes his shoulder chuckling.
"There's a difference between fear and strategy!" Killian sighs. "We know she's got flying monstrosities, who knows what's down there? If this witch is as powerful as we think, we could use some magical backup, unless you've been practicing of course." he adds. You should have… he believes in you, maybe you should believe in yourself as well.
"Okay, I'll call Regina…" she replies, but before she manages to dial the number, her phone disappears and they hear a sarcastic voice behind them.
"Calling for help so soon, Savior?" Zelena appears holding Emma's phone. Killian pulls his sword out, which she instantly swerves away with a single move of her hand.
"What do you want Zelena?" Emma huffs in despair.
"I want you to mind your own business if you will." She barks at them.
"What's down there greenie? If you are as powerful as you claim to be, you are definitely not intimidated by a pirate and a thief as you said, now, are you? Killian quips as he grasps his sword again.
"You have no idea who you're dealing with. Nonetheless, I will gladly inform you that a good friend of mine is spinning some straw into gold for me!" she smirks diabolically.
"Rumplestiltskin is alive?" Emma shouts without noticing Killian's visible disappointment. The fact that he quit pursuing his death certainly did not mean his loss came as displeasure.
"Well done, Buttercup! You recently arrived from New York and you are already familiar with all stories. Hats off!" Zelena derides.
"Indeed I am! Weren't you supposed to have molten or something?" Emma pierces her with her irritated look.
"Oh, come on princess, you can do better! Now you're just being rude. I don't like rude!" she replies and with a polished twist of her wrist two flying monkeys rush right to them.
After a great deal of effort and endeavor Killian manages to throw his sword straight into the first one's heart, Emma however misses all her shots, remaining with no bullets to load her gun. Right on time though, a white light shines in her hand. She is astonished, but she fries the other monkey on the spot. You still have magic? Zelena comes out at the rear of them once more clapping her hands together.
"Impressive! You just earned a reward! Your lives, along with a message to carry back home. First, I advise you dearly not to leave magic behind granting such an easy entrance to anyone wishing to travel into your world as I did. Opening a portal was a piece of cake to me. Moreover, inform my sister, Regina, that she is the one I am seeking vengeance on. You are just collateral damage. Look at the bright side; you will be contributing to a greater cause! Don't you just love a good twist?" she sneers before she disappears in a cloud of green smoke. She is Regina's sister?!
The couple breaks eye contact still short of breath after the monkey-fight, staring each other in terror.
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When they return to the loft to find David, Snow and Regina, they still seem horrified and white as paper.
"Regina, why the hell didn't you tell us she is your sister?" Emma cries.
"Her what?"
"My what? She's lying. It's impossible, I mean, she's… green." Regina says trying to comprehend the situation.
"That's what she told us, love, after she had flying monkeys attack us of course." Killian replies.
"And what does she want from me now?" Regina asks in genuine bewilderment.
"Vengeance. She wants vengeance on you. We assumed you would know…" Emma responds, in a low, tired voice.
"Oh, yeah. That's the face of someone who knows!" Regina mocks, looking shocked.
"And now what do we do?" David 's alarmed voice breaks a small silence forming.
"We don't know, mate, what do you suggest? Because the two of us definitely can't put her down on our own!" Killian is sinking in despair. Everything was going so well so far. His happiness never lasts more than a week and that is awfully disappointing.
"Wait, since when are you two a team?" Snow requires and then it hits her. "You worked things out?" she adds in a happy shock.
"Work things out? What is there to work out?" David had no clue until this point.
Killian and Emma squint to that awkward question until Emma decides to answer. They deserved to know.
"Killian and I have been together for a week now…" they glimpse at each other with smiles full of affection and love.
"I knew you wouldn't stay away from her…" David sighs. "Anyway, I don't mind, but you should know that if you hurt my daughter I will punch you in the face and hunt you down." He partly jokes.
"Alright, mate." Killian smirks. "Any idea what how to get rid of that greenie first?" he continues.
"I might have an idea…" Regina mumbles.
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NOW
Killian would never risk exposing Emma to the Wicked Witch right away. He was taking her to the farmhouse, since he knew Zelena did not use it anymore for her wicked dirty-work. Tromping through this forest in that chilling-you-to-the-bone weather seems familiar to Emma. She recognized this feeling. This is how she felt when she first saw Killian standing at her door. It is also that shiver that penetrated her entire body while contemplating the docks, which somehow appeared to be empty to her. Now, Emma felt it again. A quiver engulfing her, a slight daze and an intense sentiment of loss, emptiness, absence, pain. She paused for a moment, trying to compete with all these emotions. What is this? What the hell is wrong with me?
"Swan-I mean… Miss Swan… are you alright?" Killian was extremely concerned at that point. It was not the first time this happened.
"Yeah, I'm… fine. Let's keep moving" a fake smile was drawn on her face. Your body is forcing you to remember. Remember what?
They keep on ambling along the woods, Killian always behind her to protect her in case she passed out as she did at the docks. This was definitely not a good sign to him.
"Love, I don't mean to be prying, but is something wrong? If you are sick you don't need to go through all this torture to help me. I wouldn't wish to feel responsible if something happened to you…" He stops her by lightly brushing his good hand against her shoulder. He feels her slightly swaying on her feet. His touch… She now feels warmth and peacefulness return and that encourages her to continue.
"I already told you I am fine… you don't need to worry." Emma tries to walk away, but his clasp on her shoulder won't let her. She turns around grinning in the most genuine way she has ever before. He returns the look and then there is silence. None of them is willing to take their eyes of each other's. Killian walks closer as Emma is still gazing into his deep, ocean-blue eyes. Before they manage to react, however, he spots something in the dark cloudy sky. A flying monkey. It swiftly flies towards them knocking him down on the ground. He pulls out a gun David gave him just in case. Turns out it was useful after all. He aims at the monkey shooting to protect his Swan, but misses. Emma feels her legs collapsing and something gripping her shoulder and suddenly, she is flung in the snow.
"What the hell is that?" she screams trying to get back on her feet.
"Emma, run!" Killian still can't find a target and misses again. Emma pulls out her own gun this time and she gets a clean shot on the monkey right on time before its next attack.
"These monkeys are useless if they can't hit their arranged aim! Alas, I get to see our lovely couple together again!" Zelena appears through green smoke. Emma remains speechless with her emerald eyes wide open.
"What do you want now Zelena?!" Killian huffs weakly.
"As I previously told you, I want you two out of my way! Now that you got your Buttercup back, I have another message to deliver." She replies with an evil look.
"Really? And what might that be?" Killian scoffs at her.
"I never forgive betrayal!" she growls shifting her hand and flinging an orb of green smoke toward the Savior's heart.
"No!" Killian yells before he pushes Emma away. Emma realizes then that in order to protect her pirate, although she had no memory of him, she let go a shield of white light blocking the orb's way and instantly vanishing it into oblivion.
"Am I doing that?" she exclaims being stunned.
"Swan! You still have your magic!" Killian smiles.
"Ugh! This time you got away with it, but next time I will get you! You ruin my plans, I ruin your lives!" Zelena shrieks and disappears in her green smoke.
Emma and Killian are lying on the ground, wet from the freezing snow and almost frozen themselves. Killian helps an outraged Emma get up once more.
"What is going on? What the hell was all that? Flying monkeys, green smoke, my magic? What do you mean my magic?" If this is what I have forgotten I might as well as not remember at all!
"Emma, I will explain all of this. I promise you, but we need to get the bloody hell out of here now, before she comes back. Besides you'll freeze. Let's go back to the loft and I-" Killian begins and is interrupted by Emma's yell.
"I'm not going anywhere unless you tell me what this is!"
"I thought you might say that…" He replies and, without leaving her time to comprehend the situation, she grabs her and tosses her over his shoulder.
"What are you doing? Let me down! Let me down right now!" Emma screams punching his back. Then again, she is so exhausted; she finds it physically impossible to fight him anymore. That voice pops up again. Trust him, he knows better… Her eyes flutter and then slowly close allowing her to sink into a deep sleep as he carries her home.
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When Emma opens her eyes, she finds herself huddled under pile of blankets in a couch back at the loft. She notices Killian and David whispering and tries to eavesdrop a bit of their conversation.
"So she really attacked?"
"Aye! Our plan never worked and she now seeks payback."
"I don't want my daughter in danger again, Hook!"
"I give you my word mate; the seas will dry before I let anything happen to Emma."
Their daughter? Hook?
That is when Snow walks in carrying two cups of hot chocolate. Emma feels relaxed by the smell of cocoa and cinnamon. How did they know? And then she remembers what happened back at that farmhouse and pops up.
"Emma! Good, you woke up. I made you a hot mug of hot chocolate." Snow says softly. Okay, don't you remember her? No, stop! You need to know what is going on.
"I don't need hot chocolate, I need answers! You! You told me you would explain, so explain!" she barks at Killian.
"Emma, love, calm down… I will." He moves next to her on the couch trying to remove her hair from her face. She pulls back immediately.
"Tell me! And, now that I think about it, where is Henry? Did you do something to him?" she sits back in a defensive curl.
"Your boy is fine and sleeping inside. He remembers everything you don't." Remembers… that means you were right. There is something to remember.
"Remembers what?" she asks.
This time she allows Killian to caress her hand and place the warm cup of chocolate in her palm as he begins a recollection of memories, their memories.
A/N: This was it again for this chapter. Thanks again to everyone who has even bothered to read, followed, favourited and reviewed. I hope you like it so far. Thank you! :)