Chapter Ten: Another Journey Begins

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Here we stand

Worlds apart, hearts broken in two, two, two

Sleepless nights

Losing ground, I'm reaching for you, you, you

Feelin' that it's gone can change your mind

If we can't go on to survive the tide, love divides

Someday love will find you

Break those chains that bind you

~Separate Ways, Journey

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Wow! Triple digit followers! Thank you all so much! And last chapter, did anyone notice my subtle title reference? Huh? WHAT DOES IT MEAN? Foreshadowing? Perhaps... Read and find out!

Emma made a great effort to keep from crying out into the sucking white and blue portal. The colors danced on and burned her eyes as her hair was whipped around. She tightened her hold on Killian's hand but as soon as she did so Baba Yaga's words came back to haunt her. I can't trust anyone, she thought. But Mary Margaret said not being alone was a good thing! Despite trying to convince herself, Emma's walls shut all possibilities down, except that if she trusted anyone except herself she would be burned. Killian loves you, a voice said in her head. And another one responded with, Neal loved me when he sent me to jail. My parents loved me as they sent their five-minute old daughter to Maine through a magic piece of wood. Shaking her head, she was glad when the insane spinning colors were gone and brown dirt came up to greet her face. Splaying her hands out before her, she realized Killian was gripping one and her attempt to keep soil out of her mouth didn't go as well as she'd hoped. Coughing and rolling onto the grass, Emma tried to catch her breath. But when she looked from the blue sky to the trees and then the ground, Morgan wasn't there. In fact, she was standing up straight and spinning around. Hurriedly Emma struggled to get up and confront her.

"What are you doing?" she asked suspiciously, pointing warningly at the woman. She smiled as she looked back at Emma.

"Getting reacquainted," she mused as she ran her hands along the bark of a tree.

"You've been here before?" Emma asked.

"Haven't you?" Pursing her lips at the half-answer, Emma began looking around for some rope, however unlikely it was to find any. "Want to tie me up, do you?" Morgan asked with a raised brow. "There's some rope over by that tree, but first you may want to check on your companion. He hasn't moved since we fell from the portal." Killian! Emma screamed inwardly as she whirled around and saw him lying on the ground, face down. She knelt by him and rolled him over with a grunt, greeted by the sight of a sharp rock in the ground spattered with his blood. On his forehead was a long jagged cut that ran into his hair as well, matted with drying blood.

"Killian," Emma whispered. "Killian. Killian Jones!" There was a slight groan from Killian, but that was the only thing to suggest he was alright. She turned to Morgan. "Help me carry…" Morgan rushed forward and knelt on the ground beside Killian. Gently she took his head from Emma and held it in her arms. Emma made to stop her but she was elbowed away easily. Morgan brought his head to her mouth, where she whispered strange, inhuman words over him. Then she let his head fall into her lap and put her hands over his wound, closing her eyes. In a moment her hands began to glow, and the jagged cut on his head began to shrink before Emma's eyes, until all that was left was the dried blood that surrounded it.

"We should camp here for tonight," said Morgan assertively as she calmly gave Killian back to Emma. When Emma opened her mouth to protest she rolled her eyes and explained. "He won't have full motor skills back until tomorrow." She went back to her knees by Emma and looked at her earnestly. "You can trust me, Emma." Emma shook her head, unwilling to believe it. Sure, she wanted to trust Killian and Morgan. But the more she wanted to trust them the more she felt she couldn't, and knew she wouldn't.

"No," she replied, not as confidently as she would've liked. "No I can't. Now, I'm going to tie you up." She stood and gently left the unconscious Killian alone, striding over to the large tree with the rope. Smiling, Emma realized this was where she'd first tied up Killian when they met, knowing he lied to them. Exactly, she reassured her misgivings. He's a liar and a villain and a thief and a pirate. When her internal lie detector began to ring off on herself, Emma shook her head and got to work securing Morgan in the ropes. "What is it you want in return for taking us to the Vorpal Blade?" Emma asked warily with a final grunt as she tightened the last of the rope around Morgan's hands behind her back, hopefully so she couldn't use them for magic. Morgan turned around to face her with a knowing grin.

"Oh, I already have it." Emma scoffed and jerked Morgan roughly over to the log next to the one she was going to put Killian on to rest, and kept cautious and puzzled eyes on the mysterious woman, who all the while learned all she needed to about her.

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Emma sat beside a waking Killian, watching the small fire she'd made cackle before her. The orange flames sent little sparks into the dark violet sky that was the encroaching night, and she could see Morgan sitting on her log a few feet away, seemingly fascinated by the fire. Groaning, Killian rubbed his now clean forehead and blinked over at Emma. "What the bloody hell happened?"

"You landed on a rock, Morgan healed you, I cleaned you up and we're going to sleep here for the night because you can't walk yet, thanks to the spell," Emma replied coldly, eyes still on the fire. Killian didn't speak for a moment.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, and went to take her hand. Emma almost let him, but like a haunting ghost Baba Yaga's words screamed in her head and she pulled away and even scooted her body over a little, still not making eye contact with Killian. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his mouth agape, and ignored it yet again. After a few moments, Killian spoke again, his tone as brisk as a chilling breeze. "You don't trust her."

"What?"

"Morgan. If you tied her up, clearly you don't trust her."

"So? Do you?"

"Not particularly, but if Jafar was keeping her and he was evil, maybe she's good."

"She's not."

"Well-"

"I said that she's not! I'm the one who did the project on her," Emma snapped maliciously, desperate to keep Killian at arm's length. He gulped but quickly retorted.

"Yes, that's right. And didn't you say yourself she's extremely powerful? Do you really think some rope is going to do a very good job of restraining her?" His voice was just as abrasive and Emma cringed, turning so he could only see the back of her. She heard him sigh defeatedly and also turn, but didn't look to see what she was doing. When his nearby warmth didn't reach her, Emma forced her pride down and turned her head to see him saying something to Morgan. He looked very desperate, but she was shaking her head and clearly fighting an amused expression. Stomping the ground and cursing, Killian came back and plopped back into his place by Emma.

"What was that about?" she asked.

"Why do you care?" he snapped, twiddling with his hook in the firelight.

"Because she's my prisoner, and I want to know if you two are in some sort of cahoots and planning to double cross me," Emma said, and she regretted the words almost as soon as they came out of her mouth. Killian turned to her with a disgusted expression.

"Planning to double cross you?" he scoffed with such bitterness she outwardly winced. "After protecting you from two putrescent ruffians, carrying you around Wonderland for hours, respecting your decisions, showing you where the cell of your prisoner was, putting up with Baelfire, and crossing through all these bloody portals, you don't trust me?! WHAT THE BLOODY BUGGERING HELL, EMMA! If you don't care, then just sod off!" In a lower voice he added, "And for your information, I was asking Miss le Fay to magic up some rum so that it'd be easier to deal with my insufferable travel companion!" Huffing, he turned his back to her pointedly and gazed out into the forest. Morgan had become even more interested in the fire. Emma just stared at his leather clad back with her mouth agape, and turned away to bury her face in her curled up form, so that no one could see the one tear that escaped her emotional walls and distrustful eyes.

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Emma strided forward with Morgan in tow, Killian behind her slightly, trying to be confident and not pay attention to the fact that he was pointedly ignoring her. Good, she thought as she kicked up some of the Enchanted Forest's leaves. I shouldn't trust anyone anyways. Morgan prodded her shoulder and she whipped towards her with a growl. "What? How much farther?"

"Dear, I think you misunderstand," began Morgan plaintively. "It is quite the trek. Anyways, I was just bothering you for the reprieve to use the lavatory." Emma groaned annoyedly and rolled her eyes, not missing the amused look on Killian's face that he held from a distance.

"Fine," she consented. Morgan smiled winningly and held up her still tied hands. Emma shook her head and le Fay pouted slightly before bowing in resignation and beginning to trot towards the trees. "Don't go too far," Emma warned, and Morgan nodded.

"Whatever happens, I want both of you to know that I am on your side," she said seriously, locking gazes with both Emma and Killian. In a flash she ran off a little further and went behind a tree, leaving Emma uncomfortably aware of Killian's eyes burning into her back. She heard dry leaves crackle, and when she looked was surprised to see he had moved away. Emma saw it as a challenge and accepted. Besides, they weren't going to make any progress in such a stalemate; someone had to fix it, and Emma decided it would be her. With a steadying breath, she marched over to Killian, who was leaning on a tree trunk and filing his metal appendage.

"Killian?" she asked, and he turned to her, eyebrows raised expectantly as he patted his file into one of his coat pockets. "I'm…" she faltered, breath catching in her throat. Killian began to look worried, but Emma swallowed her fear and started again. "I'm sorry….for being so, so abrasive for the past...a while."

He cleared his throat audibly and pushed off the trunk, smiling at her. "You have walls. I understand. Baba Yaga said something that got under your skin, I understand. But don't you think she might've been the eensiest bit sour that we escaped? It's stressful carrying the weight of the world on your shoulders, my dear Emma. But feel free to shrug everyone once in awhile; you don't have to bear the weight alone, and I promise that as long as I have breath in my being, you won't." Emma just stared at him, genuine, kind and loving Killian Jones, and let out a shaky breath, unable to take the truth in his words. She didn't deserve it. She didn't deserve him. She dropped her head towards the ground, ready to retreat from her emotions and the ones that she wanted to take any excuse to avoid. Her hair fell in front of her eyes and in an instant Killian was mere inches from her, gently lifting her head and tucking a lock of hair behind her ear. She purposely avoided his gaze, but unable to keep her eyes on the ground, she found herself looking at his chest, a large portion in the shape of a V visible as his shirt underneath the leather vest was unbuttoned…. a lot. She turned to walk away, but he touched her arm. Didn't grab it, just brushed it so tenderly it made her turn around to face him as he fixed her with a beseeching look. "Emma, it doesn't have to be like this." She straightened up and met him with a look of her own, unshieldingly desperate.

"How else can it be?" as soon as the question and tear came out Killian rushed forward, lips about to meet hers when there was a strange noise behind them. Emma grabbed Killian's sword that was sheathed at his belt, not taking the time to worry about how close it and its owner were as she whipped around. Before them was Morgan, smiling and shrugging apologetically as she held the reins of two horses, one pawing at the ground with its hooves impatiently and whickering. "I should have known you were gone too long!" Emma still held the sword pointed threateningly at Morgan, and she shrugged again.

"I told you it was a long journey, one we can't make on foot. Besides, I didn't venture far. And look, you now have a lifelong friend; each of you!"

"Where did you get them?" Killian asked.

"They were in a pasture, owners….er, clearly out of the picture. I scrounged up and used my skills to improve their tack, and now we have two ready and willing, if I do say so wellbred, mounts."

"Thanks, Morgan," Emma said genuinely with a nod, not bothering her about escaping for a short time and grateful to be able to forget about her almost-kiss with Killian as she shoved the sword back into his hands and walked forward, mesmerized by one of the horses. He was a palomino stallion, creamy white mane a tangle among his shining golden coat, dotted with lighter spots towards the rump. He had a long white blaze, turning into pink lips that an even pinker tongue moved across as he chomped on his bit. His hooves were a light tan color with slight dirt and dark streaks on them, his eyes a crystal, omnipotent blue. Emma walked towards him slowly, hand outstretched. He shifted slightly, letting out an uncertain nicker. Before Emma knew it she was crooning softly and caressing the horse's face. "Hey there, big guy," she greeted with a soft smile. He pushed playfully against her, and she laughed. She'd never really had much of an interest in animals, and had only seen an actual horse in person a few times, but she found this one utterly fascinating.

"Aw, that's very sweet," Morgan said. "As soon as everyone is acquainted with their respective horse, we'll set out."

"Exactly how long is this journey?" asked Killian.

"Oh dear, we're not even halfway there," replied Morgan with a mocking smile.

"Time is on our side, for now," Emma pointed out, now facing her human (and whatever Morgan was) companions, though one hand rested on her horse's muzzle. Then she looked again at the animals and realized there were only two. "Okay, who's sharing a horse?"

"Well," said Killian. "You don't know how to ride-"

"She'll learn on the way," Morgan said offhandedly. "I have a mount of my own." Her eyes went clouded and appeared to darken, and a roll of thunder sounded. No, Emma realized. Hoofbeats. They grew closer and closer, and the noise louder and louder, until before them reared a glorious black stallion, with a curly mane and tail and slightly feathered feet. He crashed back down to the earth on all four legs with a mighty screech that made Emma's horse snort nervously beside her. Morgan approached the horse easily though, embracing him and smiling as she whispered his name. "Shadowmere."

It was then Emma realized the horse had red eyes, and she stared at the two with her mouth agape. Morgan turned to them enthusiastically.

"Let's ride." she said, and Emma coughed deliberately. "Oh, sorry. May we ride?"

"Time's a-wastin'."

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Killian patted the neck of the bay and white pinto mare he was riding soothingly. They'd been clopping along for hours now, and the sky was beginning to darken. Killian was getting quite saddle sore; he'd never been one for riding, always sailing, and one would think leather pants would chafe less. Emma, however, seemed to be having the time of her life on the palomino stallion she'd dubbed Ace. Killian himself had begun to call his horse "Bitsy", but only when no one else was looking, and because she reminded him of a girl he once had a dalliance with of the same name, only much sweeter. Morgan and Shadowmere moved as one, and the mysterious woman somehow managed to remain both social and reclusive as she and Killian guided Emma through riding technique (mostly Morgan, because he was a bloody terrible horseman, not having ridden since the second time he went to Neverland, over 300 years ago). Bitsy jolted him from her thoughts when she sped up from a relaxing walk to a trot without any kind of spurring from him, and he tried to calm her. "Whoa, girl, whoa," he soothed as he pulled back on the reins. She did as he requested, but her ears were pinned back in alarm and she chomped on the bit nervously. Suddenly there was a huge, long, guttural moan from the trees that shook the very leaves, and immediately looking over to Emma Killian saw her stiffen with fear.

"Ogres," she breathed, looking frantically at Morgan and Killian. "We have to be very very quiet. Maybe they won't-" suddenly a tree snapped and flew to the ground right behind Killian, effectively spooking all the horses and their riders as they bolted forward at a gallop and glancing behind them, Killian saw a nasty, bulgy, blind, fanged, 20-foot tall ghostly white-skinned ogre in pursuit on four limbs. He struggled to keep a hold on Bitsy's reins with just his one hand at such a speed, her mane whipping into his face, but soon he found a comfortable position where his hook was hanging in the air behind him as he urged Bitsy to go faster. Morgan and Shadowmere were practically flying, and Emma seemed to be doing surprisingly well, jockeying like a professional on a galloping Ace. There was another crash and a roar behind them, and Killian began to panic, wondering if they could outrun the ogre.

"Morgan! Do your magic!" he called to her.

"We're hardly stationary!" she yelled back. "Besides, I'm an awful lot out of practice, and I need time to recharge!"

"I don't think we have-" There was a loud snap behind them, and a pained groan from the ogre followed by a ground shaking vibration. Killian pulled up Bitsy as soon as he could and panting along with the mare looked to see the ogre crumpled dead on the ground, a dozen arrows littering it's back. Out of the trees came lots of whooping and hollering, and in seconds the trio was surrounded by hooded men with bows and swords at the ready. One flipped his hood back, revealing neatly clipped brown hair and twinkling hazel eyes.

"Well, who do we have here?" he said in a rich accent. "Mind getting off your horses?" Reluctantly, Killian looked to Emma for confirmation, and when she warily began to dismount he did too. The man strode forward to them confidently as Morgan came to stand by Killian, quivers of his followers drawn tight as he appraised them. Killian's hand was drawn to his sword with a pointed look at Morgan warning her not to incinerate them. She let out an exaggerated huff but nodded slightly. The man's lips turned upward slightly, and recognition flickered in his eyes as he looked from Emma to Killian. "Men, who do these two look like?" he bellowed, and with shocked and embarrassed gasps all of his followers' weapons were lowered. "My apologies for the rough welcome, your highness," he said to Emma with a flourished bow as he put his bow behind his back. Emma was clearly taken aback. "You as well sir," he said to Killian with a polite nod and friendly smile as he stood back up. "And you, miss." Morgan nodded regally, eyes suspicious and lips pursed as she didn't offer the man a smile. "I am Sir Robin of Loxley, also known as Robin Hood, and I know an awful lot of people looking for you."

"My parents?" Emma asked eagerly. "Henry?"

"Why yes. I'll take you to the-"

"EMMA!" There was a blur of movement and Killian was knocked backwards into a Bitsy who snorted with protest and felt chewing on his hair was appropriate payback. Emma was nearly knocked back as well, but she was being hugged as if the world was ending by her father, and Killian smiled at her accepting it and even wrapping her arms around him as well. In a moment her mother was squeezing the breath out of her as well, and then the young sir was also there. When they pulled away Emma hugged each of them in turn herself, Henry, then Charming, then Snow, a huge smile plastered on her face and eyes shining, making Killian's own heart flutter. Before he knew what was happening he was stepping back, the breath knocked out of him, and when he looked down Henry had his arms wrapped around his own waist and shining brown eyes locked on his.

"Thanks, Killian."

"Whatever for, young sir?"

"For helping my mom and showing up again. I missed being called 'young sir'."

"Of course you did," Killian chuckled, tousling the boy's mop of brown hair as he released him and ran back over to his mother, whispering excitedly in her ear. David came over to him, practically glowing. He was wearing brown leather surprisingly enough, though Killian couldn't make out the details of his attire in the gloom of the night. "'Ello, mate," he said with a joking smile, but Charming didn't respond, only brought Killian in for a huge hug. Surprised, Killian didn't know what to do, reminded of the brotherly embrace Liam used to give him; he hesitantly returned the gesture, and when Charming pulled back knit his eyebrows together. "Is everything alright, prince?"

"We'll talk later," Charming said quietly with glad but troubled eyes, then raising his voice and turning to everyone so they could all hear. "First, our guests of honor will have something to eat!"

"Actually Dad," Emma let out a slight cough behind him. "I think we're all just really tired, and I just want some rest." Snow cupped her daughter's face obligingly.

"Of course. An you don't want everyone bothering you when you're so tired." Emma nodded.

"Okay," said David. "The three of you come with us this way. Robin will take care of your horses."

"Actually," said Morgan slowly, clearly not minding that it seemed like she was butting in. "Shadowmere only lets me handle him." Snow looked uncertain and surprised by the elegant, self-assured person in front of her who was actually meant to be somewhat of Emma and Killian's prisoner.

"Alright, you can put the horses away," Emma consented. "But stay with Robin and put on a hood so no one notices you're new. After that, you sleep near me." Morgan nodded and walked over to Robin, who looked to Snow for confirmation, who nodded.

"Very well, your majesty and highness," he said, spinning on his heel and grabbing the horses with Morgan. Both Emma and Killian raised their eyebrows at Snow and Charming.

"He's very into loyalty to the crown," David said with a shrug. "Spent years fighting against a false king through the Sherwood Forest."

"That's all very interesting, but I'm quite sore. Care to massage your guest of honor, my queen?" Killian said as he waggled his eyebrows at Snow, glad to have a chance to be playful and cheery in such a warm atmosphere. Of course, his version being playful and joking was to flirt and leer. Snow laughed, Emma smiled and rolled her eyes, and Charming growled as the four, along with Henry, started forward. After a short walk along a path the sky grew a lot darker and Killian relied on Emma's lightning hair in front of him to guide him along. She stumbled backwards once, and he caught her easily, letting her go only after she'd steadied herself.

"Thanks," she murmured sincerely, and Killian gave her a wink and lecherous grin.

"Anytime, princess." She laughed, and they could feel her parents' eyes on them. Coughing awkwardly, Killian waited for everyone to move forward again. After about 30 more seconds of walking, they reached the back of a large orange tent. Snow tentatively stepped around, back in flash and nodding, indicating there was no one else there. Edging around to the front, Charming opened the flap of the tent and gestured for them all to go inside. Killian didn't know what it was, but the tent seemed a lot larger on the inside. It was bright with lanterns that looked like balls of light fabric with light emanating from inside of them strung across, roof held up by a long pole in the middle, next to which was a small rectangular dining table that was big enough for four. Around it was lots of pillow and upholstered furniture, the fabric of the tent twirling patterns of orange vines. There was a few bookcases and a desk filled with maps, another shelf with what was probably magical items. Following an eager Henry who'd grabbed his hand, Killian was shown through another flap a subtent with a large and fluffy bed in the middle, a couple of wardrobes and typical bedroom things around it.

"This is Grandma and Grandpa's room," Henry told Emma and Killian with a broad smile, and Killian could see he'd grasped one of his mother's hands as well. Pulling them along some more, Emma shared an exasperate but maternally loving look with Killian, and he smiled amusedly in return. Henry opened another flap into a subtent, grin widening. "And this is where I sleep sometimes. You guys and your friend can all sleep here and-"

"Henry?" asked Charming, and the boy turned to him. "There's only one bed, certainly not big enough for three people." Killian had to resist laughing, instead flashing Emma's parents a suggestive smile that they pointedly ignored.

"Where would you sleep anyway?" Emma asked.

"Oh, I could stay over at Mom's or Dad's." At the mention of Neal Emma visibly stiffened, Killian also growing tense in response, deciding to deflect the sensitive topic.

"So, your majesties," he said, delighted by the new nickname he could use. "What will the sleeping arrangements be?"

"We have a guest...subtent," Charming said. "You can sleep there, Emma and that other woman in Henry's room, us in ours. I'm sure that lady won't mind the floor." Emma shrugged in consent, bent down and kissed Henry on the forehead with a soft goodbye, briefly hugged her parents, and walked into Henry's room, closing the flap behind her; Killian expected she had simply plopped on the bed.

"Alright, I suppose I shall retire as well," he sighed, looking down at Henry, who let go of his hand and straightened to give a salute.

"Aye, aye, Captain!" Killian, chuckled, gave Henry permission to leave, and curbed the impulse to mess up the boy's hair yet again as he sped out of the tent rambunctiously. Killian then turned to Charming with a winning wink. They rolled their eyes simultaneously and then hand in hand retired to their own tent. Before he disappeared behind the flap Charming turned, looked deliberately at where Emma had gone to and then warningly at Killian. When he was gone, Killian sighed, realizing suddenly just how aching he really was. He trudged over to the flap to the tent where he would be sleeping, keeping his eyes on the hardwood floor as he kicked off his boots, shrugged off his coat, undid the belt that held his sword around his waist, and clicked his hook out of its brace. There was a cough in front of him, and he looked up with a start to see Morgan smiling amusedly at him as she leaned against the bedspread.

"Hello, Captain," she greeted.

"Fay," he said, not inclined to call her by her first name as he narrowed his eyes suspiciously but was more curious than anything. "If you're here to seduce me, I'll have you know I'm a one-woman pirate." She laughed, a sound like a prolonged musical note, and he became more curious as to her purpose.

"Seduce you? No, not ever," she said rather proudly, and when Killian scoffed she rolled her eyes. "You're very attractive, but I'm not interested, and it's clear who you belong with." Killian nodded firmly, glad she could see that and wondering what else she thought about him and Emma. "I am here," she continued. "To sleep."

"Well I'm not taking the bloody floor!"

"You're not taking any bloody place in this room," she said with a scheming smile. "I guess you'll just have to find somewhere else. Try the next room."

"Wha…" Killian began as she got off the bed and began collecting his things for him.

"Maybe Emma will be more welcoming," she offered as she piled his things into his arms.

"Why do you want me with her?" he asked as he raised an eyebrow.

"No one said that. Maybe I just want a room to myself. And don't worry about being ridiculed, just tell them I threatened to set you on fire," she shrugged and began pushing him towards the flap.

"Trust me," he muttered. "That won't stop her parents from murdering me." Before he knew anything else he was outside the flap, Morgan waving goodbye as she twirled around and shut the subtent in his face. Sighing, Killian walked over to the flap to where Emma was probably fast asleep by now, opening it quietly. Seeing her fully clothed sleeping form curled on Henry's bed, he smiled slightly as he shut the flap and crept in, placing his things on the floor and relaxing as he put the pillow he grabbed from the main tent down and settled on the ground, breathing deeply.

He'd almost fallen asleep when Emma's groggy voice sounded. "Killian?"

"Hey, love."

"Morgan wanted a room to herself, huh?"

"She's far too saucy for a prisoner," he huffed and heard her chuckle.

"Aren't you cold?" she asked, and he realized that it was rather chilly, the walls of the tent not much protection.

"I'll be fine, darling. I dress in layers and leather. Unless of course, you're offering to warm me?" he could almost hear her roll her eyes, but in reality was greeted with footsteps and something plush dropped on him.

"Don't worry," he heard her say as he saw her outline move back to the bed. "I have another one." Pulling the blanket up to him, Killian smiled softly, able to make out Emma's relaxed face as she tried to get to sleep, and her beautiful eyes when she looked at him a few times, not seeing in the darkness that he could see her too. Closing his own eyes after a while, Killian fell asleep, all soreness completely forgotten in the warmth given to him by the blanket, and the presence of the woman who gave it to him.

Thanks so much for reading, and please follow, favorite, and/or review if you can! Man, these chapters just keep getting longer and longer, huh? Hope it's not too much. Honestly, I'd like to know what everyone thinks of Morgan! What are her motives? Is she good or bad? Worse than Pan? Do you like her character? Can she be trusted? WILL she be trusted? Is she a manipulator? You can even PM me with your speculations and suggestions, and make sure to keep an eye out for the next chapter, as always.

P.S. I'm only slightly sorry that I named Morgan's horse Shadowmere and made him a lot like the one from Skyrim. It was the only thing I could think of, and I wanted her horse to be imposing. YAY FOR ELDER SCROLLS! And I'm a lot less sorry about only having Emma and Killian almost kiss. Where's the fun in that?