-Part 4-

"So, last day, upset to see the festival go?" Emma asked as she sipped an iced tea at the counter and watched Ruby gracefully balancing three empty plates on either arm.

She snorted, "Granny's practically been having a mental breakdown trying to make this much food plus continue running the diner. I'll be a hell of a lot less stressed once all this is done." She set the plates in the back to be washed and leaned conspiratorially toward the sheriff. "You're showing Young Frankenstein today, right?"

"Yep," Emma grinned. "It's going third. How do you think Whale's gonna react?"

"No idea, but it'll be hilarious. You know, we're going together…" she actually looked a little shy to be admitting it, and Emma had to hold back a snort of her own.

"Am I supposed to be surprised that two people who have been making eyes at each other for months have decided to actually go out on a date?" She whispered the last word as though it were unholy. "Although, the fact that it's Little Red Riding Hood and Dr. Frankenstein and the date is going to watch a parody of one of their own lives is a bit unusual."

Ruby quirked a single eyebrow. "Says the woman who can't stop making out with Captain Hook."

Knowing that she would be unable to produce a very logical comeback, Emma just shrugged. Right as she did so, the bell on the door echoed throughout the diner and they both looked up. "Well speak of the devil," Ruby smiled, gesturing that Killian could seat himself and then went off to the take the orders of another table.

He slid into the seat next to her and she greeted him with a small kiss. "You were speaking of me?" He smirked.

"Yeah, about how I'm only using you for your body," she smiled nonchalantly.

Killian considered her words and waved his hand in the air as if dismissing her words. "It's a position I'm only too delighted to fill," he said, his words slowly drifting into growling territory. He bent in toward her but they were interrupted by Ruby returning to the counter.

"No but seriously, you're lucky that you're both so pretty otherwise this would be absolutely disgusting to watch."

The dwarves, who were eating at a table only a few feet away apparently felt the need to look up from their meal and add their two cents to the conversation. "I'd say it's pretty disgusting either way," Leroy said.

The man sitting beside her only rolled his eyes, ignoring the dwarf and pointing a spoon at Ruby. "You're just jealous, wolf," he smirked.

In return, she threw him a scoff. "Like I'd be jealous. I have a doctor."

"Wow, I'm yours now?" Whale's voice came from behind Emma, and she vaguely remembered the bell ringing while they had been talking. She saw Ruby freeze for a moment and noticed some nervousness in her eyes.

She recovered quickly, however, and flipped her hair nonchalantly, but there was still a slight tremor in her voice. "Oh hey Victor, didn't see you there. I mean, I didn't mean that I had you like had you, I meant-"

"No it's fine," he shrugged, winking at the wolf. "You do have me."

Ruby seemed to not be able to find any words for a moment, so Emma decided to finish the conversation for them. She turned around to nod appreciatively at the doctor and said, "You have her too." She pulled on Killian's arm a bit and the two of them rose from their stools, Emma leaving money on the table. "Enjoy your date! And Whale, I think you're really gonna enjoy the movie lineup for today," she grinned, and got out of the diner so quickly that he couldn't question what she meant.

"Time to start?" Killian asked her a they walked over to the town square, wrapping his arm around her waist. She glanced down at her watch, seeing that it was 11:30.

"Not quite yet, we still about half an hour. "Have something in mind of what we could do to pass the time?" She smiled.

"Damn right I do," he purred, pulling her closer to his body. Despite the over 80 degree weather, she felt a small shiver go down her spine with anticipation, but before she could drag him back to Granny's, he used his firm grip on her to street her over to a large circle of people already in the square, gathered around Marco and Archie who appeared to be telling stories. "I think we'll listen to them until it's time to start," he added cheekily. He noticed the disappointed expression of her face and just laughed. "Insatiable, Swan."

"Damn right I am," she huffed, badly mocking his voice, and she walked over to find her parents amongst the circle of onlookers.

Mary Margaret scooted over on the blanket as soon as she saw the two of them approaching. David looked up and smiled at them, holding baby Neal in his arms. They settled down on the ground, Emma purposefully turning away from Killian in a theatrical way. Her mother's lips quirked up at her act. She leaned over so that only Emma could hear her words, mostly because she didn't want the pirate's ego to get any more inflated, and didn't want David's protectiveness to grow stronger. "I've never seen you this happy for as long as I've known you."

Emma looked at Mary Margaret, surprised. She had never exactly showed endless support for this relationship, and while they had grown very close, they didn't have heart-to-hearts very often. "Really?"

"Really. I know that it's also to do with Henry and the town finally calming down but…" she nodded slightly at Hook, "It's a lot to do with him." She cracked a full-blown smile. "Plus it helps that you're still in that honeymooning phase."

"W-we're not exactly in a-" Emma stuttered, finding it extremely unnerving to experience her mother talking about her relationship status in such a casual way.

"Oh come on, you guys can't keep your hands off each other." She raised her eyebrow, similarly to how Ruby did.

"And hook," Emma added without thinking, making both her and Mary Margaret dissolve into laughter. If she worked hard, she wasn't very weirded out by the fact that she was giggling with her own mother about her "activities" with Captain fucking Hook.

Halfheartedly, David cleared his throat, attempting to stop his family from causing a scene, but it just made the mother and daughter laugh harder, everyone around them throwing strange glances in their direction. Eventually, after they wiped some tears from their eyes, they were able to focus on Marco and Archie's stories, although they still let out little chuckles every now and then. When her watch read 12:00 and many more families had gathered around, Emma made her way on to the stage to announce that they would be starting the Sunday part of the festival with The Little Mermaid.

Killian had told Emma what he did to Ariel in the "lost year" (as Storybrooke's residents had taken to calling it) very early on in their relationship. Considering how many times over he had proved himself to be a truly reformed pirate, however, she did not hold it against him, especially given that Ariel and Eric had ended up finding each other. Despite this, she noticed the guilt in his eyes as they were watching the movie, but everyone, including Killian, was able to enjoy the movie.

Next up was Aladdin. There were a few people scattered around the town who seemed to have a certain special connection to this film. One of the most prominent was Sydney, who Emma and David had recently gotten out of the psychiatric ward under the hospital. Apparently, Regina had forgotten that she locked him up when the curse was about to break. Emma also noticed that Will and Anastasia seemed to have a number of things to say about Jafar in this movie as well, and she had to wonder what the hell they had gotten up to during their time in Wonderland.

Glancing down at the list the and Henry had made a few days previously in Granny's as Aladdin wrapped up, Emma allowed herself a smug grin. You're welcome, Ruby, she thought. She leapt up on to the stage and spoke into the microphone. "Alright, we're gonna take a detour from our Disney marathon for possibly the best parody to even be made." She smiled over at Ruby and her date, who looked extremely suspicious. "Dr. Whale, I hope you enjoy Young Frankenstein!"

Despite the children all throughout the crowd, there was a very audible shout of, "fuck!" from the doctor. Muffled laughs echoed around the square.

Emma climbed down from the stage to join her family again, only to hear David saying to Mary Margaret, "Just a reminder that you and him-"

"Shhh!" She scolded, gesturing at Neal, who was smiling up at the leaf that Henry was twirling above his head.

Killian was looking between the two of them with a bemused but entertained expression as Emma sat down. "You're family isn't nearly as pure as they're supposed to be, love."

"You didn't get that already?" She smirked, and he shrugged in response.

She glanced over to Ruby and Whale when the movie started, seeing her hitting him repeatedly in the arm, pointing toward the opening credits ecstatically. He just groaned.

"I cannot believe you made Emma play this."

"I cannot believe you would think that I wouldn't make Emma play this." She thrust her arm out at the screen again, involving almost her whole body in the excited movement. "Victor, educate yourself. This is one of the greatest films of all time-"

"And the fact that it's parodying my entire life's work is just an added bonus," he guessed, leaning back in his chair as if admitting defeat.

"Glad you're catching on," she said, the edges of her mouth twitching. She tried to keep a serious face just like he did, but as Gene Wilder stabbed a pencil into his thigh, neither of them could hold in their laughter any longer. He hated to even think it, but any movie would be enjoyable with the woman sitting beside him, even with her laughing her ass off at everything that made fun of him and her refusal to stop calling him "Fronkonsteen". She kept asking him fake clarifying questions as though she were interviewing him, all of which he responded to with a glare.

"Was somebody named Abby Normal ever involved?"

"Did you actually write a book called 'How I Did It'?"

"Are you good at tap dancing, Victor?"

"Yeah, it's actually all I do in my spare time," he sighed when she reached what must've been her millionth question. "I didn't want you to find out this way, but…" She hit his arm playfully again and he rubbed it, pretending to be really hurt. "Geez Red, you know that this arm got torn off one time, right? I'm still fragile."

"Nobody calls me Red anymore."

"Nobody calls me Victor anymore," he countered with a challenging eyebrow lift.

They continued in such a fashion through all the stories, the night eventually ending with plans for another date the next day.

Emma, beginning to feel sad that the festival and all the simple happiness it had brought with it, would be over in just a few hours, mounted the stage to announce Sleeping Beauty, much to Aurora and Philip's shock. Apparently neither of them had been aware that there would be a film featuring their story.

Second to last came Beauty and the Beast. Even though everyone loved the music and humorous sidekicks, there was a pretty uncomfortable silence through most of the thing. Even more so than the fear of Regina at the thought of her reacting to boos directed at the Queen of Hearts, people were terrified of pissing of Mr. Gold.

No doubt he was aware of the quietness that seemed to bubble up around the square, originating at him and Belle, but there was no way he would ever react to anybody making a rude comment. At least not while his wife sat right next to him, laughing in the way that only she could, and making him feel lighter and happier in a way that nobody else would ever be able to do. After almost about 28 years of believing her to be dead and maybe a few weeks to enjoy time with her before they were torn apart once more, it was all he could do not to openly stare at her as she displayed her immense wit, charm, and beauty.

"The music is wonderful!" She exclaimed, winding her arm around his. "I can't believe you never showed it to me before."

"You can't exactly blame me when you see how they portrayed me," he pointed out, gesturing to the Beast in the movie.

"Rumple, the whole point is that he's a good, kind man beneath all of that," she smiled. "They clearly did a pretty good job." He smiled back at her, tightening his grip around her arm.

As it got slightly darker during the showing of Beauty and the Beast, the alcohol started to come out again. Killian and Robin began a bit of a drinking game ("Alright pirate, here's how it'll go: take a shot every time Gaston's a dick"), and eventually bullied David into joining them. Obviously they were pretty tipsy by the time the movie was over, but when Emma told the square that the final movie would be The Wizard of Oz, David proudly declared that the same rule would apply for the Wicked Witch, alerting everyone know they'd be slobbering drunk by the end. They also decided to take a drink when the Scarecrow, Tin Man, or Cowardly Lion acted like Rumple, Regina, or David respectively. Emma, Mary Margaret, and Regina, watching from a distance, all agreed that David would've never agreed to the terms in a sober state.

The rules caused them to take shots every time the Wicked Witch came on screen, at least one of them yelling "Screw you, Zelena!" each time. When the Tin Man sang his song and came to the declaration that if he had a heart he'd be friends with the boy who shoots the arrows, Robin slurred, "That's me! Isn't that me, Regina?" His girlfriend gave a halfhearted nod, and in return he proudly nodded to everyone around him, as if saying, "Told you so."

A similar thing happened when the Witch tried to drown Toto. Killian practically screamed in a too-high voice, "Emma!"

She sighed. It was gonna be hard to get these three back to their houses when the night was over. "Yeah, Killian?"

He smiled at her as though he pitied her with his eyes slightly glazed over. "Don't you get it, lass?"

"Can't say I do."

He sighed and pointed to the screen as though he were explaining something to a small child. "The Witch just tried to drown him to get Dorothy to give up her magic shoes."

Understanding that he was trying to point out a parallel to their own lives, she nodded mockingly. "Yep, that's been the secret all along. Your fairytale character identity isn't Captain Hook, it's Toto!"

Not getting joke, he turned back to his drinking companions and exclaimed, "I'm Toto!"

The end of the festival came at about 9. Probably for the best, too, Emma thought, glancing at the sky which had become covered with menacing clouds. She was prepared to get up on stage and tell everyone that it was over, but before anybody could stop them, Killian, David and Robin ran (stumbling slightly) on to the stage. They had been whispering in a huddle for a few minutes and it was clear that they had something planned. She and Mary Margaret gestured frantically for them to get down. They waved back. Regina seemed amused by the whole scene.

David leant down to the microphone, tapping it. "Hellooo, Storybrooke! We have decided to finish this wooonderful film festival with a little skit," he declared, holding his hands up in a small position to illustrate the size of the skit appropriately. "We will be putting on the story of Snow White, as told by Dalt Wisney." He pointed into the crowd at Mary Margaret to show who he was talking about. She nodded with a grimace back at him. The audience seemed to be considering this funnier rather than anything else, so she and Emma decided to calm down and enjoy the show that would doubtlessly be hilarious. "We will be starring our new mate Robin as the Evi-Regina," he corrected himself. "Good 'ol One-Hand over there'll play me, and I'll be beloved Snow darling my." He looked up, as though thinking deeply about whether he had managed to put those words in the right order but ended up shrugging it off, causing an even bigger eruption of laughter. "Ready aaaand...ACTION!" He shouted.

Immediately, he struck a seductive pose and made some unintelligible high-pitched singing noises. Killian jumped in, making unintelligible low-pitched singing voices. Instead of simply acting surprised like she did in the movie, David yelled "Shit!" and sprinted off stage, leaving Killian slightly confused. At all the howls of laughter from the audience, however, he gave a deep bow and wandered off stage looking lost.

Next David came back on stage skipping and pretending to hold a basket. Robin snuck on stage behind him in a theatrically evil looking way. When he turned around and saw Robin, he yelled, "Shit!" even louder and ran off in the other direction.

Emma noticed that throughout the entire performance, "shit" was basically the only word you could make out.

It was a bit of a struggle for them to get through pretending to be seven dwarfs while there were only three of them involved, but somehow they managed. There were times when nobody really knew what they were attempting to convey, but eventually they reached a point where Robin was hunched over, still looking tremendously evil while David mimed taking an apple out of his hand in wonderment, and it was easy enough to catch on. He took a huge bite out of the imaginary apple, screamed, "SHIT!" one more time and fell to the ground.

Pretty soon, Killian took the stage. It was a long enough pause in action, however, to assume that he had gotten distracted off stage by something and had forgotten that there was a play going on at all. He rushed back on and started pretending to cry when he saw David. He knelt down, and for one hilarious moment Emma and Mary Margaret wondered just how far they'd go with the skit, but their thought were interrupted by Killian starting to crack up. "He actually fell asleep!" He shouted into the crowd. "Mate, wake up, we need to ride off into the sunset!"

After some confusion about which way to skip off stage, all three simply bowed and Mary Margaret went up to usher them off. Emma climbed on the stage one last time. She took a breath, and attempted to say something but just dissolved into laughter again at the men's display. "Thanks for joining us everyone, have a good night," she eventually made out, and just like that the film festival was over. She glanced over and saw that people must've been cleaning up during the little scene, because almost all of it was packed up at that point. She smiled, relieved that she wouldn't have to do much work. At this point, despite having had a blast, she didn't want to be faced with anything other than flopping on to her bed.

That is, if she would be able to wrangle her drunk-off-his-ass pirate into coming home with her too.

Suddenly, she felt a few raindrops fall on to her head. She reached a hand up to the sky only to feel a few more splatter into her palm. "Fuck," she muttered, guessing that this had been inevitable after the dry spell they had been having for weeks. She grabbed the microphone off the stage and jogged over to Granny's. She placed it inside the diner and turned back to grab something more, only to see a mob scene. Rain had started thundering down, and there was a flock of people attempting to shelter themselves under each tree they passed, running home. There was somebody with the projector right behind her, aiming to protect under the sheltered roof of Granny's. She saw some people de-assembling the projector screen.

Amidst all the commotion, she seemed to have lost her family.

Squinting out toward the trees in the center of the square, she sighed. Nope, nevermind, she thought, there they are.

It appeared that Robin, Killian, and David had decided it was a good time to stand out in the rain, shouting insults at the sky. She could see Regina, Henry, Roland, and her mother, sheltered under the nearest tree trying to persuade them to stop. Emma braced herself for the rain, but before she could run into the storm, she felt a hand tap her on the back.

She turned to see Archie, handing her his umbrella with a wide smile on his face, red hair soaked and dripping from having just run out of the storm. She smiled back, accepted it with gratitude, promised to return it, and headed out.

"David, we have to get Neal home!" Mary Margaret was yelling when she reached them, and she noticed that her mother had sheltered the baby under a makeshift cover from their picnic blanket.

Her words seemed to sober the prince a bit, and he stopped his shouting to join his wife in running as fast as they could to their apartment.

"I think Hook has the worst of it," Regina commented. "Maybe I should take Henry again tonight."

Emma nodded, knowing that Killian wouldn't be dangerous, but he could certainly be distracting to Henry, who seemed to always be craving sleep these days. "That's fine. I'll see you tomorrow, kid," she directed to Henry, who grinned in return.

"Yep, goodnight mom. Goodluck with Killian!" He shouted above the pounding rain, and as Regina convinced Robin to give up his conversation with the sky, the four ran into the storm toward Regina's house.

Emma took a step out from under the tree keeping Archie's umbrella clutched in her hand. "Killian!"

"And who the hell do you think you are you bastard?" He was yelling. "Think a little lightning'll stop the festival?"

"Killian!" She shouted again, getting his attention. "The festival's already over. Time to go home." He pouted and she rolled her eyes. "The rain's got to be sobering you up a little bit, you can't act like a…petulant child anymore."

He smiled, reaching his good hand toward the umbrella. She sighed in relief, thinking he was going to join her under it and they could go home, but at the last second he pulled it out of her hand, holding it behind him when she grabbed for it.

"Oh yes I can."

"Killian!" She screamed. "What the hell is wrong with you?!"

"You look beautiful in the rain, Emma," he said seriously, brushing a hand against her cheek to swipe some hair that was getting plastered down off of her face.

"So do you," she retorted impatiently, and he grinned. "Can we leave now? With the umbrella?"

"Fiiiine," he exhaled dramatically, handing it back to her. She put it over both of them straight away and steered them toward their apartment, which was luckily only a few blocks away.

He looked at her flirtatiously. "You know, it's probably best we're getting out of here. The rain drenching your outfit doesn't leave much to the imagination."

She looked down, remembering that she was wearing a pretty short, light dress. "Why do you care? I didn't think there was anything left that you really had to imagine," she smirked, not one to get very embarrassed or flushed.

"Oh, there isn't," he whispered, and yet she was still able to hear him over the rain. "But you know how jealous I can get. Don't want other people seeing you like that." He leaned in for a kiss, but she pushed him back lightly.

"None of that until you get a little more sober and brush your teeth, pirate," she added teasingly. He put his hand to his heart like she had wounded him.

The next morning, Killian woke up with possibly the worst hangover of his life, soothed only by some painkillers and the beautiful woman lying next to him, giggling at his moaning and groaning. She told him about the skit that he had performed the previous night, of which he remembered very little. They stayed in bed until almost noon, Emma deciding that David could handle the station, assuming Mary Margaret had managed to get him out of bed. They talked and laughed about everything they could think of (including whether or not constantly staying just a little bit drunk would be the most effective hangover cure, or more accurately, prevention. He insisted that he had tested the theory for almost 300 years, so he was bound to be right), forgetting about responsibilities for just a brief time.

Neither one of them were fooling themselves into thinking that Storybrooke would be calm enough any time soon to stage a 3 day movie marathon again, but as long as they had time every now and then to wake up in the arms of the other and simply enjoy the happy ending they had finally earned, there wasn't any challenge coming that they couldn't face together.