Chapter six

Rumpelstiltskin stood alone inside his shop. The doors and windows were shut and the lights off. All the clocks and chimes had been frozen in time. The room was as still as a tomb, and it might as well have been one. It would appear the only lasting legacy of Rumpelstiltskin would be Gold's Pawnbroker's. A cluttered space filled with the remnants of other people's lives. All that planning, everything he had risked,everything he had lost and that bloody pirate had stolen his chance of freedom just as it was in his grasp.

He walked with solemn steps out of the front door letting it swing shut behind him as he looked up. There wasn't a single cloud and the stars were visible sparkling across the rich dark sky. He recognised their pattern immediately, he must have looked at it a thousand times on the lid of the Sorcerer's hat. The moment he had been waiting for, now mere minutes away. The stars were nearly in alignment for the spell, but he no longer had the necessary ingredient, the link to his past lost because one arrogant pirate took it upon himself to die. Rumpelstiltskin cursed and growled in impotent fury.

He needed to go home and talk to Belle. He knew she hadn't completely accepted his excuses for his fowl mood and the Saviour's visit had only put more tension between them. He could salvage this, he would find a way to keep Belle from discovering that he had given her an imitation dagger and she would forgive him for his recent behaviour. If he had Belle then he would be alright. He would find the strength to try again, to discover a new path to freedom and power, as long as he had Belle by his side he could achieve anything.

He heard another voice cursing and Gold slipped silently into the shadows surrounding his shop. Special Agent Hill cursed again as he rounded the corner struggling to pull a ringing phone from his pocket. He looked at the screen and frowned in confusion before putting the phone to his ear.

"Special Agent Hill," he announced into the device. "What?... Is this a joke? Do you know what time it is?..." His face changed from irritated to confused as he listen to whoever had called him. "... No. Really… Yes, I did put out a find and report on Killian Jones but-.… Which road?"

Agent Hill had continued walking towards Granny's and Gold had no trouble following him as the man's attention was solely on his phone. Gold watched with interest as Hill heaved a pained sigh and pinched the bridge of his nose with one hand as he spoke into the phone

"Actually I do know it. I drove up it just yesterday. It's the only road into a town called Storybrooke…. Storybrooke. It's a coastal town-... well I'm standing in it, so I don't really care what Google Maps says…." Hill rolled his eyes at something the person on the other end of the phone said and checked his watch grimacing at the time he saw there.

"Look Officer," Hill said sharply, probably interrupting whoever had called him. "Thank you for reporting the sighting but if you read the full statement I sent out you'll see I am looking for a dead body. Dead men do not walk along lonely country roads. Or are you suggesting that he came back to life and tried to walk home?"

Gold's eyes widened in surprise. It couldn't be. The pirate came back to life? Gold remembered Regina's sheriff plaything during the curse. That man had lived in a realm without magic while Regina held his heart. So, maybe… was it possible? Did he dare to hope? Gold looked up at the stars again. So close, he was so close. He couldn't waste this chance. In a whoosh of red he disappeared.

"Yeah? Well same to you!" Hill yelled into his phone and then made a big show of hanging up a call and shoving it back into his pocket. "Well?" he asked the woman hiding in the doorway next to him.

"Hook, line and sinker," Regina smirked. "Come on." She held out her hand, so she could transport them after Gold. Hill hesitated. The thought of being magicked from one place to another was disconcerting enough but to put his life into Regina's hands felt even worse. He wrapped his wrist in his other palm trying to feel more secure. The mayor got bored of waiting for him. He saw her wave her hand in a sharp movement and then he was surrounded by purple clouds.

…..

Gold appeared in a swirl of magic between the trees a way up from the town line. He had lived far too long to take anything at face value but the tick tock progressively counting down the time remaining until the stars found their alignment, was ever present in his mind. He spared the sky a brief glance quickly assessing that he still had precious minutes.

The night around him hummed with latent magic and the croaking and rustling of the forest's animals. Then a movement in the shadows on the road caught his eye and he stepped from the gloom and onto the road proper to get a better look. The shape was about two foot beyond the painted town line, tall and moving stiffly back and forth with painfully small steps. Gold walked cautiously towards the figure, being mindful of the bright orange painted line which cut across the road in front of him.

As he approached, the recognisable shape and features of Captain Hook resolved themselves from the darkness and Gold had to control a cry of triumph. The pirate was rocking in the spot, seemingly trapped on the other side of the town line. His eyes was half closed his stare unfocused as he came up against the invisible barrier of magic that surrounded the town. Gold tried to get his attention but the pirate continued to stare unseeing up the road towards Storybrooke. Only barely alive maybe? His body being called back to his heart even from the land without magic, Gold surmised. No matter, maybe it was enough life for Gold's purposes.

He quickly summoned his bag feeling his magic deposit the handle right into his palm. He strode confidently towards the painted line and reached inside the bag, his hand grasping the cold hard edges of the Sorcerer's hat in its box form but nothing else.

Gold desperately searched the bag but the heart was not there. He nearly screamed in frustration. Checking the stars confirmed that they continued to move ever closer to their alignment, his time was running out. If he had known where the heart was he could have summoned it, but he had tossed the bag containing the heart and hat aside when he thought his dream of freedom was dead and he hadn't thought to check it again until this moment.

Then a thought occurred to him, the heart had been imbued with his magic and it should be child's play to use a simple tracking spell to find it again. He checked the stars position again and created a small point of red light that bobbed in front of of him for a moment before it flew in a quick straight line directly into the pirate's chest. Hook flinched in surprise his face losing it's blank expression, a maddeningly familiar smirk taking its place as he saw the realisation growing on Gold's face.

"You have it back," Gold snarled.

"Aye," Hook replied insolently his eyes flashing with centuries of hate. "Now!" he yelled and dived to the side just in time to avoid the blast of icy wind the Elsa threw at Gold's back.

The Dark One managed to turn in time but the gale force torrent was too fast and drove him back two steps before he planted his cane against the ground and with a wave of his hand the flow of wind bent like a straw and flew up into the sky.

"Sorry Dearie that's-"

Fire hit him this time, interrupting his threat before he could make it. He caught Regina's next fireball with contempt, but as his other hand was gripping his cane and he didn't have another free to stop the blast of white light Emma flung at his face pushing him back another step.

"What are you trying to-?" Gold cut off his own question as he looked down and saw the painted orange stripe lying between him and the town "No!" he exclaimed moving to step back towards the line.

A sword came flying at his chest and he brought his hand up on reflex amazed when his magic flowed out as it should and rendered the sword into metallic dust. An arrow bolt flew at him next but he plucked it from the air two inches from his face.

He looked up and saw the assembled heroes standing in a line across the road before him, each preparing for the next strike. Emma, Elsa and Regina, concentration fixed on their expressions as they summoned up their magic. Snow pulling arrows while Charming and even Agent Hill raised their guns to aim for his head. Hook was moving around to join them while staying out of the line of fire and Gold spared him a wicked snarl before he looked over his shoulder and sent out his senses feeling the true town line only two steps from his back. They had moved the painted line closer to the town and made it look like the pirate was still heartless trapped on the other side to lure him in.

"Very clever," he growled.

Hill and Charming opened fire but Gold didn't move, allowing the bullets to hit him with an unimpressed look on his face, until Elsa and Emma joined hands and threw their power together. Blasts of bright magic soared at Gold that were so bright everyone had to turn away to protect their eyes. The rush of magic created a crashing sound when it hit him and he shifted another step under the brunt of the blow. They couldn't keep it up for long though. Their energy waning, the light fizzled out and left them gasping for breath. Gold actually looked impressed. Then he smiled and pointed above them to the night sky.

"It's time," he announced.

Gold threw something straight up into the air and it exploded into beautiful pink and purple lights that sparkled with stars and constellations spinning in a lazy spiral. Everyone was momentarily distracted by the beautiful sight and that was a fatal mistake. Gold's magic washed over them like a scythe, freezing them in position looking up at the swirling magic and unable to see what Gold was doing.

"Now Captain, I'll be taking that back. I need it more than you," Gold sneered.

Emma heard the horrible crunching thud and started screaming, except the sound couldn't exit her throat, echoing uselessly inside her head as she imagined Gold's hand striking inside Killian's chest and tearing his heart out again. She glared furiously at the sparkling magical galaxy above them and felt useless tears fill her eyes.

"Well, maybe everything hasn't gone to plan, but this next part, I'm really gonna enjoy," Gold snarled triumphantly.

Emma felt her own heart freeze in her chest, her uselessness tearing her to pieces. This wasn't happening. After everything, after Hook had somehow managed to come back to her again. They weren't even talking about another realm or curses this time. He came back from being dead and now she was going to lose him all over again? She hadn't even talked to him properly since he came back. Why had she wasted time being angry and closed off when she should have been spending every second with him? She fought against the spell and strained her ears desperately trying to work out what was happening.

"Why can't I..?" Gold growled in frustration.

"Because I commanded you not to," Belle declared. "Release everyone and drop the heart."

Emma's heart soared. She had never been so grateful to hear the librarian's voice. She fell forward suddenly as Gold's hold over them disappeared. Belle was holding the Dark One dagger, her fist tight around the handle as she stepped threateningly towards her husband. Emma checked over everyone seeing they all looked alright and then she saw Killian. He had fallen to his knees at Gold's feet and his brightly glowing red heart was clutched desperately in his hand. She fought her impulse to run to him and moved carefully forward trying not to startle Belle and Gold.

The stars and magic above them suddenly faded and shot down to the ground in a beam, a brass and star covered box appearing where it touched the asphalt of the road. Gold looked at the box, a bewildered expression of loss on his face. He looked back at his wife and Emma saw Belle's features were fixed in a mask of anger.

"Belle what are you doing?" Gold demanded.

"Finally facing the truth," Belle replied her voice trembling

"Put the dagger down, let me explain-"

"No," Belle cut in harshly. "I'm talking now. I thought I saw something in you, something good. When I found that heart, I... I finally realized that all the signs I'd been seeing were correct. You'd never give up power for me, Rumple. You never have. You never will."

"There's nothing wrong with power, not when it means that I... that we can have it all," Gold argued, stumbling over his words.

"Remember the gauntlet?" Belle asked. The heroes behind her exchanged confused glances but Gold appeared to understand, an expression of horror crossing his face. "You said it could lead you to someone's weakness, to the thing they loved the most. Well, you know where it led me? To the real dagger, the one you said you had given me as a symbol of not only our relationship but of you and how you'd changed."

"Please, Belle," Gold begged, his eyes wide. "I... I... I'll make it up to you. I've changed once before. I can do it again."

"You've never changed," Belle said, the emotion draining from her voice and face. "Strengthen the town line magic, you need to protect this town." she commanded, her voice strong and final as she held up the dagger. "Make it so only those who are invited can enter, everyone else… everyone else is lost to us."

Her tears had left shining tracks on her face but her eyes were dry as she spoke and Gold's face was a picture of pain as he turned to the line beside them and waved his hand in a wide arc, the air shimmered with a white light as if a wall of creamy water suddenly stood in front of them, then it faded to nothing, but Emma could sense the magic he'd lain at the line like a solid force pushing them back towards town and anyone outside away from Storybrooke.

"Please," Gold tried, sounding more terrified than any of the heroes had ever heard him sound before.

"No," Belle replied bluntly. "It's too late. Once I... I saw the man behind the beast. Now there's only a beast. Rumpelstiltskin, I command you... to leave Storybrooke."

It was like an invisible rope was pulling at him. His feet slid backwards on the tarmac as he turned away from the town line and made to grab Belle, but she was already out of reach.

"Belle, no. Please," he begged. Belle didn't reply, she just watched as her husband moved ever closer to the line and away from her and she felt her heart shatter into broken pieces. "I... I... I don't want to lose you," Gold shouted as he struggled against the dagger's will moving his feet. Then the milky shimmer enveloped him and he was over the line, crumbling to the ground as his leg gave out and the force driving him backwards released him.

"You already have" Belle whispered. Snow and Charming rushed over to Belle and pulled her away from the line and Gold's begging cries.

"Belle, please. I'm afraid. Belle! Belle! No! Belle. Belle, please!"

Elsa and Hill had already started back down the road giving everyone privacy and Emma moved to follow but found herself tugging on Killian's arm when he refused to move. He was frozen in place staring down the road at the pathetic figure of Rumpelstiltskin as he cried on his knees for his wife to forgive him. Killian's face was unreadable as he watched the scene, but Emma could guess at the dark and distant memories that were running through his mind.

"Killian," she called out softly. "Hook," he flinched and looked down at her. "Leave him, let's go home." He looked into her eyes for a long moment and then allowed her to lead him away up the road. He never turned to look back even when Gold fell silent.

….

"So, I'm still confused," Hill commented as he walked alongside the others on the way back to the cars. Emma rolled her eyes at him. "No really," he protested. "If the town line was a barrier protecting the town, even before Gold made it stronger, how did I get in?" Emma stopped walking in surprise, blinking at him with no answer.

"I know how Jack."

He turned at the use of his first name and cocked his head at the Mayor. Regina leveled a serious look at him and his gut twisted into knots as she studied him.

"You stole Hook's body and brought it back to Storybrooke," she said. Hill opened his mouth to protest, aware that everyone had now stopped to stare at them.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he said.

"That's because my curse stops you from remembering what you did," Mayor Mills said. Hill felt his face go slack. Her curse? "You're actually from this town originally, and you carry a piece of it with you wherever you go. I think that's what allowed you to cross the line," the Mayor continued. "I know because I'm the one that banished you, around thirteen or fourteen years ago."

"Regina," Snow gasped.

"I don't understand," Hill said taking a step towards the mayor. She looked regretful but that odd feeling of distrust flared up in his head as he looked at her and fuelled a growing anger that wouldn't allow him to feel any pity for her.

"How did you end up on this case? Do you remember?" she asked him.

"I… I asked for it, another agent was assigned originally but I convinced our supervisor to let me have it," he answered in confusion. What did that have to do with anything?

"Was that after you heard about Hook's note?" Regina asked.

"Yeah, I read a copy in the office," he said. Regina nodded.

"You recognised the location and the missing heart probably helped too. As soon as you realised Storybrooke was in danger you made sure you did everything you could to protect it from the outside world. Because that's what my curse was designed to do."

"I'm not…" Hill started denying, but the mayor shook her head silencing him.

"Here," she held out her hand and motioned for him to give her his. He nearly didn't. He nearly turned back the way they'd come and ran screaming over the town line, but at the end of the day he was an investigator and he couldn't turn away from the truth. He gave the mayor his hand and she held it gently, turning it so his sleeve pulled up and revealed his wrist. She hesitated for a moment before she waved her hand over his and a shimmer glossed over his skin revealing a silver charm bracelet around his wrist where there hadn't been one before.

"What is that?" he gasped.

"It's the talisman I used to bind you to the town," she said sadly. "It ensured you would continue to be under my control even outside the town line, but I could only leave a few simple commands. I cursed you to be Storybrooke's protector from the outside world. To put yourself in a position of power that would allow you to complete that function and never stray too far, so that you'd be able to act when it was necessary. I needed you to do it unwaveringly, so I made sure even you weren't aware of your own actions. I am sorry for what I've done. This may be cold comfort to you now, but I have changed. I'm trying to make amends. I want to do that for you. I can introduce you to your sister,"

"My sister?" Jack asked still staring dumbfounded at his wrist.

"Yes, your twin, or at least you were twins. She hasn't aged in Storybrooke so you're quite a bit older than her now," Regina explained awkwardly.

"My twin sister," Jack repeated in a daze.

"Jill," Regina supplied.

"Like Jack and Jill?" Emma asked, her voice startling Jack who'd forgotten the others were there.

Regina nodded at the charms on the bracelet, there was a tiny well, a boy and girl holding hands and a bucket. She recited the nursery rhyme as she pointed out each one, ending by pointing at his head.

"Jack and Jill,

Went up the hill,

To fetch a pail of water,

Jack fell down and broke his crown,

And Jill came tumbling after."

"It was so infuriating at the time," Regina commented "I had meant to send you both, I thought it might be too big a job for one person, but you put up such a fight when we reached the town line. You broke the charm bracelet meant for your sister and fell over the line and hit your head. I remember that wound, right at your hairline. Your sister screamed and screamed and I had to drag her away. When I came back you'd disappeared. I just had to hope my magic did its work."

"Why would you do this to us?" Jack demanded.

"A man and his son from the outside world just appeared in the town one day. I have no idea how they found us, or what they wanted. After they… afterwards I worried about what would happen if more outsiders came or worse if someone got out and people learned we were here. I had brought some magical objects with me from the old world, like the bracelets. I only had so much magic so I had to choose someone who could do the job for the longest. You and your sister were the only teenagers in town, so I chose you." She gave an apologetic shrug at the end of her explanation as if the bombshells she'd just dropped should be understandable.

Jack was reeling, everything in his life was a lie. Even joining the bureau had been this curse at work forcing him into a position where he could protect a town he didn't even remember. He had a twin sister he didn't remember for craps sake. He really did steal Jones' body and bring it here. How often had he acted without knowing why, only to forget about it afterwards. He could have done anything in that state. Oh god, had he ever killed anyone?

He looked down at the bracelet around his wrist repulsed by the thought of it touching his skin. He tried to rip it off but the delicate looking metal only cut into his fingers.

"Stop," Regina said desperately reaching out to hold his hands still. He recoiled, backpedaling into Emma and Jones who both held onto his arms, holding him up as much as preventing him from running away. "It'll only come off with my magic," she explained. "Should I...?"

"Get it off."

She waved her hand in a similar motion to before and the shimmer appeared again only this time there was also a tinkling noise and the chain broke and fell to the ground. Jack stared at it. He didn't feel any different, but he didn't trust his own feelings anymore.

"Who are you?" he asked Regina. "Fairy tale wise, I mean."

"I was… the Evil Queen, from Snow White," she admitted. Jack barked out a harsh laugh and looked at Emma and Snow who gave him sympathetic faces, faces that were also directed at the Evil Queen who'd stolen his life.

"I get that thing you said about villains not always paying for their crimes now," he said to Emma and turned away from the group to walk back to town alone. He had a sister to find.

….

"Swan?" Killian called her name into the silence of the Sheriff's station. Somehow they'd ended up alone, just the two of them in the small office. Emma snorted to herself, her parents had probably orchestrated for them to end up away from everyone else. Weren't they against this relationship last time she checked?

"You feeling bad for Hill?" Hook asked, sensing her unhappy mood and trying to ease them into the conversation before tackling harder topics. "I'm sure he'll be fine, he seems pretty tough."

Emma wished that was the problem, that would be easier to solve than the mess of thoughts and emotions she was battling with at the moment. She tried to maintain a firm grip on herself. She needed answers before she'd let anything else happen tonight. Hook owed her that.

Then she looked at him and her resolve crumbled away as if it had never been. She stumbled forward and he caught her, his arms wrapping around her as she pulled him tight against herself. She'd spent a day thinking he was gone forever and now he was back in her arms she couldn't quite believe it.

"From beanstalks and giants to wicked witches and now this. You bring me back to life Emma," he whispered into her hair.

She frowned into his chest but didn't reply. She wanted to brush the sentiment away, but his conviction removed any doubt that his words were platitudes or flattery. How could he feel that way, especially since after each of those times she'd turned around and pushed him away?

A red glow caught her attention and she turned to see him holding his heart out to her. "Please Swan," he said. He sounded so vulnerable. She took the heart and marvelled at how warm and solid it felt in her hand.

"I don't know what to do," she said.

"Regina just seemed to push it back in," he said. As if it was that simple, Emma thought. "Just be gentl-" Emma slammed the heart back in and Hook swallowed a yell.

"Sorry," Emma winced regretfully. Her lingering anger at him had mixed with the anger she was feeling at herself and made her rougher than she'd meant to be. "I thought it'd be like ripping off a band ai-"

Her apology was swallowed as he gave her a look of pure lust and threw himself at her. How had she brushed off all the weak meaningless kisses he'd been giving her. This was how her pirate kissed, putting all the love and desire in his heart into every move. Hook recovered from the surge of emotion he'd felt as his heart beat inside his chest again. Pulling back he looked into Emma's bright eyes and felt his elation quickly turn to shame.

"I'm sorry Emma," he whispered keeping their faces close together, reluctant to move away in case she didn't let him back once she'd heard his confession. "I tried to come and tell you what was happening, as usual the crocodile had covered every angle and made sure I couldn't speak."

"Couldn't have been every angle or we wouldn't have ended up with the FBI in town. So what happened?" she asked.

"I don't know where to start," Hook said. Emma pulled away and he let go of her regretfully.

"What happened after I saw you that last time?" she asked, her voice and eyes shutting down. He could practically see her walls going back up as she crossed her arms. Hook sighed in defeat.

"After I saw you here before the curse, I went back to the docks in the hopes I'd be far enough from other people to prevent my hurting them," he explained. "Then the curse hit and… nothing happened. Turns out if your heart isn't in your chest it can't be affected. Gold had a couple of errands for me but you defeated the Snow Queen and -"

"She took it back," Emma interrupted.

"What's that Love?" Hook asked confused.

"The curse," Emma clarified. "Ingrid took it back it in on herself. She sacrificed herself." Emma sniffed but held her head higher. They'd talk about that later, now she just wanted to know what had happened to him. "Anyway, how did you end up outside the town line?"

"I saw you with your family celebrating after the curse broke and I was too cowardly to face you," he admitted."Gold's last command was to enjoy the snowfall, so decided to steal a ship. I thought I would lie on the deck and let the white flakes fall down and bury me."

Emma shuddered as that image melded with the one she'd had of him lying on the autopsy table. Hook raised his hand to comfort her but she stepped out of reach. He gave her a pleading look, but she didn't relent and his hand clenched into a fist as it fell back to his side.

"Before I even stepped off dry land, I heard the ice wall crumbling," he continued. "I imagine the sea would be held back no longer once Ingrid was gone and as a gap appeared I realised I would enjoy nothing more than having Gold's plan revealed. Maybe outside the boundaries of magic I would be able to alert you. Maybe my disappearance would be enough to make you suspicious of him. In honesty, I hadn't considered the law from the outside world would get involved. I'm sorry it must have caused a great deal of distress when Hill arrived."

Emma wanted to scream at him. Sure having Agent Hill around had been a worry but the only thing that had caused distress was Killian being…. She couldn't think the word anymore. She didn't want to think it ever again. It had only been temporary, why wasn't she shaking this off and moving on like she normally did?

"I tried to write you a message but all Gold's commands would let me write was my name and the location of the town. Then the boat passed through the ice wall out of the town's limit and I knew no more. I had I left my hook hidden at the boat's berth, I figured you might find it and realise where I'd gone," Killian continued.

Emma face creased up in guilt, he'd left a clue for her to find and she hadn't even realised he was missing enough to go looking for it. Hook mistook her expression, the flash of pain on Emma's face hurt his heart more than Gold's manhandling ever had and he was filled with shame at having put her through so much.

"It's my fault I ended up there," he said pointing at the photos of his crime scene on her desk. "It was through my own actions. I was thoughtless."

"That was Gold," Emma mumbled through her rolling emotions.

"I knew about the hat," Killian spat, anger at himself building. "I knew he was up to something. But I was too desperate for you to see me as a better man. I played right into his hand. This was the fate I deserved." He stopped and looked into her eyes, his anger fading into regret. "But it wasn't what you deserved. I am so sorry for what I put you through. I will work everyday to make it up to you. I was a coward. I swear I will never again doubt you or what we have together."

"That's a big promise," Emma said.

"I'll make it again every day Swan," Hook swore.

Emma thought about his heart in its lonely wooden box, how she'd known it was his and how she'd wanted to keep it safe. She had wanted it to bring him back to her. Was that all it had taken? She pressed her hand against her chest feeling her own heart beat inside her ribcage. Despite what she might tell herself, there had been a flicker of a wish, a hope that he wasn't really gone, or maybe it was something even more powerful than that. Something she was too scared to name. Everyone was always telling her magic came from emotion.

You must ask yourself. Why am I doing this? Who am I protecting? Feel it.

"Ok," Emma said.

"Ok?" Hook asked in surprise not having expected a quick acceptance.

"But," she added.

"But?" Hook repeated, deflating slightly.

"I'll make it too. Ingrid… she played me and Gold took advantage of how distracted we all were and he nearly…." She stepped forward finally reaching out to touch him. Her hands rested on his chest and it took everything in him not to dive down and kiss her before she'd finished. "I'm not going to risk the people I love out of fear again," she continued.

Killian's eyes widened at her use of the L word. He bit the inside of his cheek even as a wide grin spread across his face. He knew better than to draw attention to it, but he couldn't hide how happy she made him feel. Then Emma looked up into his eyes and he would swear his newly replaced heart stopped beating, because her eyes were begging him to understand what she wanted to say but couldn't.

"It's alright Love," he said, slipping the endearment in on purpose. "There's no rush. We have plenty of time. Let's just enjoy this moment together."

She smiled and he kissed her right onto it deepening the kiss as she sighed and returned it with as much feeling as she could, keeping her hand over his heart and feeling it thump against her palm.

The End

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Author's note: And we're back into cannon, except the Frozen crew are still in town. I hope you all enjoyed reading this story and I really hope it all made sense. Did anyone guess Jack's identity? I thought his name would give it away.

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