ANGST WARNING

Time to shake things up a bit ;)

I hope you're all ready to handle what comes next. ENJOY!

As much as I wish I did, I do not own Once Upon a Time or any of its characters.

After announcements and grand balls, invitations and dress fittings, complaints flying in from other kingdoms because the princess had not chosen their sons and last minute touches: Emma and Killian's wedding was finally just a night away.

Emma was trying on her dress for what felt the millionth time and she rolled her eyes because every time she tried it on, it still wasn't her wedding day. Though she would never admit it to her mother, she had been dreaming of her wedding day since way before she had ever met Killian.

A knock on the door stopped twirl mid-way.

"Who is it?"

"It's me, lass."

"Hang on a moment!" Emma ran behind her fold out dressing curtains and got out her dress as fast as she could. She threw on a lighter dark blue gown, fidgeting with her hair while she ran to get the door.

"Well, that's a nice look for you." He whispered quietly as his eyes scanned her every curve. She hadn't noticed till now, but this was her most form fitting dress.

"Thank you, but it's bad luck to see so much of the bride before the wedding, babe."

"Oh, to hell with old tradition," he said as he did air quotations and rolled his eyes with emphasis. "Is it a crime to want to see my princess?"

He leaned down to kiss her forehead, then her lips. Emma deepened it as she put an arm around his waist and he placed his hand behind her head. Just as he was about to undo the ties of the front part of her dress with his hook, there were quick footsteps heard in the hallway.

"Bloody hell, what now?" Killian murmured with frustration as he pulled away from the kiss.

Guards were approaching with urgency and a look of worry painted clearly on each of their faces. Emma knew this was a bad sign.

"Princess, your father requests the presence of the two of you in the Grand Hall immediately."

"Yes, William, we'll be there right away." She addressed the guard as she took Killian's hand and ran down to meet her parents. As they entered the hall, they heard sobs and quiet whispers of comfort. When Emma looked closely, the crying was coming from her mother.

"Mom? Mom! What's wrong?"

The queen gave a ragged breath and said,

"Something terrible is coming, honey. Remember Regina, the woman who is raised me since I was about nine years old?"

The princes nodded slowly. "What about her?"

"She's releasing a curse on the kingdom. The curse is going to send us to a place where we won't have any happy endings and all of our happiness is going to be taken from us. But we'll remain ageless in a timeless world."

Emma felt weak and breathless, as if all the wind had been knocked out of her. She felt Killian standing behind her and quickly reached down to hold his hand. He squeezed her hand in response.

"Does this mean that the wedding is off? Does this mean that tomorrow I'll wake up and not remember any of this? Not you or Dad or—" She gasped as the tears spilled down her cheeks. "Or Killian?"

She looked at her father, who nodded once, and looked at her fiancé, who had been quietly crying to himself. Emma hugged him and said angrily,

"I don't want to forget! I want to marry you and have kids and rule the kingdom and grow old together and pass down the crown to our eldest. None of this is fair! Is there any way we can stop her? Or run away?"

Snow pointed to the window and there was heavy purple cloud heading toward the castle quickly. That was a flat-out no. There was no hope.

"The only way the spell will be broken is with when true loves find their way back together again." Charming said.

"That's quite vague isn't it, mate?" Killian replied as he held Emma close to his chest.

"It is but that was the only thing we were told." The king walked over to the both of them and told them, "We'll see you soon. Have faith and never lose hope."

"Because we'll always find each other?" Killian asked.

The Charmings all smiled at him and nodded simultaneously. This would be their last moment as a family for who knows how long. The cloud was approaching them and Emma was sobbing harder than she had this whole time. Killian looked straight into her eyes and told her,

"Keep the engagement ring on and never remove it. No matter how long it takes, I'll find you. We'll see each other again soon. I promise…"

She smiled sadly and he looked at her and tried to memorize every part of her; from her light freckles to her long blonde locks to the way her smile was slightly crooked to the side.

"I love you, Killian."

"I love you too, Emma."

They shared one last passionate kiss as the cloud of purple stormed into through the castle windows, shattering everything. Not once did they break away from the kiss. Slowly, but surely, the cloud consumed all that stood in its path and their world went black.

And nothing was ever the same again.