Oh my gosh, it's been so long since I've last updated! I'm so sorry! Ive just had a bit of a spell of writer's block, and it'll probably be a while before I can update again since I have a summer-school thing at college for the next two weeks, which means no time to write for Insight. Sorry loves! I'll do my best to update as soon as I can!

**Set after the season four finale. Loosely based on the song "Come Wake Me Up" by Rascal Flatts. Contains some dialogue belonging to the show**

Three Weeks Ago…

"You guys figured a way to take the darkness out of me once. You need to it again...this time as heroes," his Swan shouted out at her parents as the darkness engulfed the former Evil Queen. Charming and Snow White just clung to each other, fear and panic shocking them into immobility.

Killian stepped forwards. "Emma, Emma! Please, don't do this!" he cried, eyes imploring her to reconsider.

Emma stepped forwards, keeping her eyes fixed on his. "I love you," she murmured quietly. Their foreheads touched, and then...Killian was being shoved away from her and her arm was thrown into the darkness. He could hear her yelps and cries as the darkness consumed her. He longed to snatch her from the gruesome evil surrounding his love, his home, his happy ending. He wanted to look away, to shut his eyes and pretend that this wasn't happening, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from his blonde-haired beauty. The darkness lifted her up into the night sky and then vanished, taking his Swan with it. Blood thrummed in his ears and the only other sound he could hear was the sound of metal dagger clang against the wet pavement.

"Emma!" he shouted. "SWAN!" Killian sprinted forwards and threw himself on his knees. He scooped up the dagger and refused to believe that the name Emma Swan was engraved upon it. "Swan, no, come back, I love you too, please come back," he sobbed out brokenly. Tears he hadn't known he was holding in slowly fell from his eyes. Killian was vaguely aware of hands on his shoulders, trying to comfort him as he shouted for his love to come back.

"No...no please no…"

Now…

He sat in his room at Granny's, flask of rum in his hand. It'd been three weeks since Emma sacrificed herself to save Regina; three weeks since Emma confessed her feelings, her love for Killian, before she disappeared. The television was on, playing some pointless program that didn't interest him at all but one that Emma had liked. Likes, he mentally chided himself, we'll get her back eventually. For a split second, his mind travelled to Emma. He thought of her smile, her laugh, her voice. The memory flashed through him, branding his heart with the white-hot seal of pain and loss. Killian closed his eyes tightly and took a long pull on his rum, relishing the way the strong liquid burned his throat and warmed his veins. He'd quit the stuff when he and Emma had become official, but since she'd disappeared...getting drunk was the only way to dull the heartache.

"Emma," he choked out. Tears formed behind his closed eyelids, threatening to escape. Memories kept flickering in his mind; him and Emma on their first official date, him and Emma in the Enchanted Forest when they went back in time, him and Emma in the alternate reality created by that blasted author, Emma smiling at him after she returned his heart, Emma telling Killian she loved him, Emma thrusting her hand into the inky darkness, Emma disappearing into the night sky, Emma, Emma, Emma…

Against his will, a tear fell from his watery blue eyes. The memories continued to bombard Killian's mind, further dragging him from the happiness that he had found just weeks earlier. His heart clenched in pain, throbbing with the loss of his love. A broken sob fell from his lips as the tears slipped from his eyes in a constant stream. He took another long pull from his flask, but the slow burn of intoxication did nothing to put out the fire of heartbreak coursing through his veins.

Killian had never felt pain this severe before. When Liam had died, Killian was devastated; his brother was gone. When Milah was murdered, Killian was heartbroken and outraged. But Emma had restored his ability to love and she had healed his heart. The darkness and insatiable craving for revenge on the Crocodile was gone, replaced by lightness, happiness, and love. Now, however, losing Emma...Killian was broken beyond repair. He felt like his heart was missing, even though Emma had returned it after Rumpelstiltskin was banished from Storybrooke. His love was gone, disappeared in a mass of swirling evil. Killian couldn't imagine what she was going through, what with her light magic warring with the darkness inside her. He worried about her every single day, especially the days when their leads to Merlin turned out to be dead ends. Those days crushed the hope inside of his heart and made him believe that he was never going to get her back, and that worried him deeply. Emma and her overly optimistic parents had taught him never to lose hope, that even the mere thought of hope was powerful, to not give up. But a part of him just couldn't accept that right now, not when they kept failing to find the sorcerer.

The pain and heartbreak flared again, burning higher than ever before. In despair, Killian threw the now-empty flask of rum against the wall with a shout. He dropped his head in his hand, fingers gripping his skull furiously. His hook dug into the armrest of the chair, making a pinhole in the fabric. Tears continued to fall, further blurring his vision. Anyone who saw him wouldn't even know it was him if he didn't have the hook defining his previous moniker. Killian Jones was a broken man, and once again love had stuck a dagger in his chest and pierced his heart. Even the pain from nearly getting it crushed by the former Dark One - oh how he hated to say former - paled in comparison to the pain he felt now. Loneliness was the key to darkness, and the only thing holding him back from falling over the edge into said darkness was that Emma could be saved by Merlin.

As the devastation continued to increase, Killian began to imagine that this was just a dream. He pretended that he was asleep and that this pain was just a horrible nightmare. He imagined that he would roll over and bump into Emma. If he did, he would holder closer than ever before and refuse to let her go. He would tell her that he loved her and that it was okay if she wasn't ready to say it.

"Come wake me up, Swan," he murmured into the empty air, "please come wake me up from this horrible dream, love."