Final chapter!

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As Devlin and his five volunteers were pulling out of Main, they were intercepted by a brown pick-up truck.

The handsome rogue yanked to a halt and grunted as David Nolan climbed down from behind the wheel with Mary Margaret in tow. His massive blue eyes scowled from underneath thick, dark eyebrows and he grinned a sarcastic grin.

"Where is she?"

"She?"

David pulled him off the boike and held him by his lapel. "I've not seen her for twenty-eight years, pirate, and I'm not gonna wait a minute more for some scumbag to continue pretending he doesn't know shit! Now, Snow says she was with you, so... where... is... she?"

Hook pushed the prince away. "Never was much for guessing games. And much as I'd like to stay and chat... your highnesses, I have no time to do so... and come to think of it, I don't have the inclination either, so get the hell out of my way."

David took a stance in front of the pirate. "We have our memories back now; we know who you are... Captain Hook."

"Do you now? How... Charming."

"You must think you're hilarious."

"Aye, and handsome, to boot."

David lurched his shoulders forward. "If you think for one minute I will allow a pirate to go anywhere NEAR my daughter..."

Devlin frowned. "Aye, it would seem like an angered father would quite have to watch out for his fair daughter's virtue around a pirate crew, except, I have no clue who your daughter is, mate, and if you don't mind, there is a pressing issue that I have to attend before another pirate takes what's mine, so... If you'd be so kind..."

David grabbed Devlin again and was about to punch him in the face when Mary Margaret stepped in. "Enough, David." She then turned kindly to the biking rocker. "It's Emma, Devlin." She spoke softly. "Emma's our daughter."

The young man frowned, then bit his lip and then looked back at them. "Emma. The sheriff? She's a bleedin' princess? MY Emma?" He chuckled.

"Not yours if I can help it!" David growled behind gritted teeth.

Mary Margaret turned to him. "Charming! What's gotten into you?"

The tall, blonde prince looked from his wife to Devlin. "Snow, he's a pirate... a rock-star or whatever!"

"And you're a shepherd!" she spat back. "But that didn't stop you from waking me with your kiss, did it?" She grinned at him and placed her hands on his chest. "He was the one who received Emma's kiss. True love's kiss! Remember that that's the thing about love... it can come in the most unexpected places..." She begged with her eyes. "Try and understand."

Hands on his hips, David huffed and pressed his lips together. He then looked up at Devlin. "You do drugs?"

"Listen, mate, if she really is your daughter, then you might want to save the Q&A for another more adequate setting, say, a pleasant game of croquet..." Devlin uttered with the utmost tone of sarcasm. "Because for now, we have far more important matters to deal with, so either you help me or you get the bloody hell out of my path, because I don't care who you are, I will go over you to get her back from him."

"Him?" Snow frowned.

Devlin 's scowl turned into a more vulnerable looking inverted v as he licked his lower lip. "If it's Emma's integrity you seek to protect, then we are on the same quest." He shook his head "I am not the pirate that you should worry about."

Snow paled even more than her already snow white complexion. "Long John Silver..." she spoke under her breath.

Devlin nodded. "Aye."

David's expression had morphed from anger to concern. "Wait... how did he come by her?"

Devlin shook his head and sneered. "Look, love, I can set up a nice round table and we can sit and discuss the issue over a spot of tea and crumpets, or we can just get her the bloody hell away from him before he..." the words burned his vocal chords and he had to swallow a large amount of saliva to quench the fire. "...before he does the unthinkable with her."

David was sweating by now. "Define... unthinkable."

The pirate stepped an inch away from David's face with a sneer. "I'm a gentleman, and you are her father, so in the name of good form, I will not repeat the foul utterance of his plans. Just take my word... it's not good."

David and Mary Margaret exchanged looks swiftly before turning to him. "I am good with a blade." David nodded. "I'll come with you."

Snow nodded. "So am I."

Both David and Hook looked at her with a sneer. "Snow, maybe... you can sit this one out..."

She turned an angry stare at him. "I am the best tracker you have."

"But..."

She stood full face before him. "Are we going to discuss chauvinism in extreme danger now, Charming? REALLY?"

"Fellas..." Devlin huffed. "Seriously... tic toc!"

"Right." David finally nodded. "You have... anything for us? Blades? Bows and arrows?"

"Aye. My first mate's meeting us at Toll Bridge, he will bring what we need."

David huffed and despite still being perceptively uncomfortable with the idea of having a three hundred and something year old pirate for a son in law, he needed to get his daughter out of harm's way. He nodded at Hook. "Lead the way... Captain."

Hook nodded back in acknowledgement and was turning back to his Harley when snow stopped him by the arm. He turned and found her grinning kindly. "Thank you." She spoke softly. "I was wrong about you, Devlin. You do love her."

"Does that surprise you?"

"Well, you did have a very bad reputation back then... So I am surprised... And impressed."

He grinned and bit his lip. "Same here... I can see where your daughter got her gumption, highness." He looked up into David's general direction and grinned mischievously back at Snow. "... and it certainly wasn't from her father."

Snow chuckled and nodded. "Come on. Let's go get our Emma back."

...

Belle touched every object in the store gingerly; many of these things were the exact same she remembered from his palace and many had a dark history behind them. She turned when the sound of the bell rang atop the door and was met by the same soulful eyes she knew and loved. In this world, they were brown as opposed to the alligator-like yellow and gold she had met him with. His entire façade was far kinder and in spite of the darkness, there was still that small glimmer of light within that drew her to his heart.

His expression melted into tenderness as she slowly walked to him. She saw how tears had begun to well in his eyes as he stared in awe; she was indeed, as her name stated, a beauty... and he prayed she no longer remembered him as a beast. All fears dissipated and a tear slid down his face, finding its way to the ground as she mumbled, almost imperceptibly... "Rumple..."

He smiled and took one single step in her direction, feeling her hand on his cheek, still unable to articulate, fearing that a sound, a small noise, the utterance of her name from his lips could curse this perfect moment. He felt his soul reach unparalleled peace like he hadn't ever felt in his life, when her hand touched his cheek. Her eyes, blue like sapphires, shone behind a gleaming layer of fresh tears that fell evenly with his own. "I remember..." She wept smiling.

Only then did he feel he had the pluck to say her name. "Belle..."

She held him hard and pressed her lips against his. How he had yearned for her, how he had missed her touch and her love, something he lacked and was still so scared to accept; he felt undeserving of her, of his son, of everything he was and wasn't... only now did he feel like a real man and not a monster.

Courage. He'd finally found it.

He made a mental note to thank the Captain and cancel his debt.

...

Emma still tried hard to use what little strength she had left to pry her attacker off. He was incredibly big but he had taken a couple good blows to the groin; but that hadn't deterred him from getting her; for every kick he got, she got a punch that would make her dizzy before she found the stamina to continue struggling. There was no way, NO WAY this man was going to... well, fuck her. Not a chance. But it was getting harder and harder to overcome his overpowering strength.

At one point, she managed to stand and kick his face, sending a groaning Long John Silver in a backflip; her blouse had been ripped and she felt the wind graze under the shreds of what had been one of her favorite blouses. "So much for Channel..." she moaned to her insides as she tried to run to the mouth of the cave; her hands were bleeding from continuously trying to free herself from the binding strength of the silver colored duct tape but she continued to wriggle them around desperately. As she ran, she reached with both hands to her mouth and painfully ripped the tape on her lips apart.

She drew a deep breath and growled as she continued climbing up the rugged cave exit... but a sudden thud in the back of her head made her stop cold. "Good aim..." she thought as she keeled sideways to the floor, stunned but fully conscious. She felt the warmth of blood under her temple and was now unable to respond when he turned her violently to him. She barely managed to focus on his hideous face, bloody nosed and teeth gritted like some rabid dog.

"I'll have you... while I see the light in your eyes fade... Sherif Swan..." He hissed. "You will die... and you will die knowing that the last thing you ever felt... was me... claiming that which was once Captain Hook's love."

His hand tugged at her trousers, just enough to make her realize this was a battle she was going to lose. But as he started to pry himself between her, his hands reached for her neck, grabbing and squeezing harder... her thoughts flew to her son's freckles, his lashy eyes and his smile... how she loved Henry! How infair it had been for her to know him for such a short amount of time... how she wished to go back in time and cradle him in her arms instead of giving him up... how sorry she was she had taken so long to believe her own child... How she prayed that even if she died, someone, maybe even Regina, would be there for him. Then she thought of Devlin. Prayed he'd find a way out of his debts and his misery... knowing well this would be the second time he'd lose his love. She wanted to look out for him from wherever she was about to go and see a smile upon his face, a real one. She wished for his band to make it out of Storybrooke and be big... and she wanted him to recover from his past and grin when he remembered her. She thought of Mary Margaret and David and how ironic it was that only now that she had finally found her mom and dad, she'd have to leave them this way...

And she prayed to god she'd be dead before he found his way inside of her.

"LEAVE HER ALONE!" Came David's angered holler... just in time. He kicked Silver away from Emma while Devlin ran to her side, removing his jacket to cover her exposed skin. He held her head and saw the blood on his hand. Her eyes were closed and she felt limp in his arms.

"No, no, no..." He whispered, near panic. "Emma, please..."

She opened her eyes and a flood of relief took over her. She returned a grin as an exchange for his terribly concerned façade. "Please allow me to cut off his balls when you're done with him." She grinned.

Devlin laughed and held her to him. He then looked into her eyes. "Are you well?"

"Do I look well?" she started to push herself up, one hand on her head. "God that hurts..."

Devlin licked his lips repeatedly. "I mean... did he... did...?"

"No. David kicked him off." She looked into his relieved eyes with an amused but questioning scorn. "You old-fashioned, long jacketed old soldier type guys really do take that shit seriously, don't you?"

He grinned and nodded. "Aye... and everyone should. No one should ever touch a lady like this."

"You never did?"

"What?"

She tilted her head with a grin. "You are a pirate..."

He held her stare and chuckled, looking down. "Aye, that I am. But I also play in good form."

"What do you mean? You or your crew never...?"

"Dishonored a woman?" he held her stare, eyes wide open. "No, love. Not ever... not unless she came to me of her own accord, anyway..." He chuckled and tilted his head with a side-grin. "... and as you may gather, being devilishly handsome does have its perks..."

She smiled hard. "You are the most pompous, arrogant, conceited asshole I've ever met..." she then placed her bound wrist around his neck. "And I love you."

He grinned and kissed her before speaking again. "Get out, love. We'll sort him out."

"What? No!" She sneered at him. "I'm fighting this fucker!"

"Emma!." He sneered. "Language!"

"I don't give a shit about that right now, Killian, cut me lose and let me help you kick his ass!"

The rocker grinned. "Your mother's child indeed..." He unfolded himself from her embrace and pretty much used his own teeth and hook to cut through the duct tape.

As they stood, Emma pulled up her jeans and zipped up his jacket to cover herself. "Right. Let's tear his heart out..."

"Wait, Emma..." He stopped her by the arm. "I gave my word not to kill him."

"To whom?"

He tilted his head I n the direction of the cave mouth and she saw a helpless young boy standing around with a panick stricken demeanor. She remembered her thoughts as Silver was choking her, remembering Henry... and this boy was not much older than her own boy. "Ok..." she nodded. "But I will get his balls."

Killian laughed. "All yours, darling."

Long John, wiped his lip and licked the blood from it as he looked up at him. "So..." he laughed. "Prince James... Would it be safe to assume that Hook's harlot is none other than the little brat that you and your "princess" sent over to this realm in a cabinet? It's a legendary, touching story, that..."

"Emma is our daughter and YOUR princess..." He gnarled back, holding out a sword to his face. "So not only do you owe her your allegiance, but you have also perpetrated an extremely serious offense against her." He pressed the sword hard against his throat. "Not to mention you have REALLY pissed us all off."

"Pirate is as pirate does!" He laughed and smiled. "And what can I say? You and your pretty wife did make a delicious young woman. I enjoyed that..."

David felt the tears sting his eyes. "You bastard..."

"Enjoyed what? You didn't even get THAT right, limpdick!"

David turned to find Emma and Killian joining him, swords held up, and Snow approaching with a fully stretched bow. He looked at her. "So... he didn't...?"

"Are you kidding me?" She chuckled. "He couldn't handle it." She looked at him with an odd grin. "So... you're... my..."

"I am..." He nodded, tears rolling down his cheeks.

"I hate to spoil the party there, but might I suggest a different setting for the happy family reunion? We have a live one here..." Hook chimed.

Snow smiled aggressively. "Oh, he won't move a muscle."

Soon, he was surrounded: Smee, Daggerball, Deadweight, Flynt... and his son, all stood holding blades in his direction.

"Ah, tis mutiny I see..." he scowled.

Long John's eyes were focused on the boy who pleaded with him. "Father?" He swallowed. "Please... no more."

With a grunt, the towering pirate caved in. "And you had to bring my boy, Hook... Bad form."

"No mate..." Killian returned the glare. "The boy brought us. And you should forever be in his debt for it... because he is the only reason I am not cutting a new smile on your neck right now."

Silver was silent. He sneered as he raised his hands up in defeat. Emma moved in and grabbed the duct tape he had taken back into the cave with him, using it to tie his hands together. With strength that shocked all, she managed to pull him to his feet, and stood face to face with him. "I told you this wench could hold her own." And saying this, she took her right knee all the way up his groin, making him bend forward in searing pain. She leaned in and pulled his hair, talking into his ear. "Now, I'll send you a postcard to Cedar Junction Correctional in Boston, Silver, maybe you can tell me when a ten-foot black guy from Mattapan with a tattooed dick claims you as his bitch. You will remember me then." She threw his head forward and all started to walk out the cave for the patrol. Once in there, she dropped the sword and went for her gun in the glove compartment.

Once they all got to Storybrooke and Long John was in his cell, Emma went over to Mary Margaret's to check on Henry.

Blessed boy was asleep. She kissed his head and caressed his brown hair. "You were the first hero..." she whispered lovingly into his ear. "I love you, Henry."

She closed the curtain that separated the bed from the lounge area and was met with more than a few inquisitive eyes. Mary Margaret finally had a chance to greet her fully grown daughter. She held her face between her hands, tears in her eyes. "You found us..." she wept.

"Would seem so." She smiled back. "But please, don't ask me to... you know... call you mom?"

Mary Margaret smiled and continued to hold her. Slowly, Emma began to smile too. Given, it was unconventional, but she was a mother herself and she tried to imagine what that pretty young brunette must have gone through, having to send her infant child away for her own good.

Killian and Charming grinned form the other side of the room. "Must be quite a moment..." Killian chimed.

"Don't mock, pirate." David replied softly.

"I'm not, Prince."

David sighed. "You can't imagine what it feels like to be with her again... after twenty-eight years of... nothing." He nodded and sighed. "I have my whole family back... Grandson and all."

Devlin scratched the back of his ear. "... and a son-in-law... of sorts. If you'll give me your blessing, that is."

Charming turned with a frown. "Wait, wait... are you... asking me for her hand in marriage, or something?"

"I am."

The prince side-grinned. "That's pretty honorable for a pirate."

"I'm an honorable man, mate."

David chuckled and shook his head as he turned to Hook. "Do you call everyone, mate?"

"Yeah, mate."

The prince laughed and gave him a backslap. "You're an impossible creature, Jones." He looked at him and sighed. "But... who the hell am I to get in the way of true love, huh?"

Killian smiled and raised his eyebrow. "For once, I agree with you, Prince..." that got him a funny glance from David. Hook shook his head excitingly. "I told you we'd be getting along!"

"Yeah, you're growing on me, I can feel it."

Killian laughed and looked at her. She had blood on her head and a blackened cheek, not to mention she'd probably have nightmares for weeks. But she was so strong, so resilient... the savior. His savior. To him, even under the dirt and the signs of the scuffle, she was the most glorious creature on earth. He made a mental note to his Milah, kissed her goodbye and welcomed the thought of Emma being his everything.

"You really love her?" He heard David's voice from a long distance away.

"Yes." He simply whispered back.

David nodded. "Well, then... if she'll have you, it's good enough for me."

After a silent nod of acknowledgement, Killian strode towards her and stood by as she and Mary Margaret broke their teary embrace. She looked at him and bit her lower lip. "I saved you, you saved me..." she grinned and wrapped her arms around his waist. "What the hell is that?"

"It's the way it's meant to be..." he replied, right hand on her left cheek, caressing her bruise with a thumb. "I will be there... always. For you."

She smiled and they came together in a gentle kiss that was broken by the sound of "The Charmings" going for a world record in kissing.

Hard kissing.

"Awkward..." Emma looked away.

"Shall we make a contest out of it?" He teased.

"Yeah, so if my son wakes up he finds himself a witness to a family orgy? No thank you!" She laughed back. "But I do wanna know something..."

"Ask, my love..."

"Pirate or rock star?"

He smirked at her. "Whichever one my lady wishes."

She smiled and sighed. "Well, first we have to see what to do about Regina; then we have to sort your thing out with Gold. But then..." she smiled. "... but then, I want to hear that song you wrote for me... in front of everyone."

"We'll be one guitar short."

"So make it a five-member band! There!" she laughed. "Never heard of Guns N' Roses?"

"That can be arranged, I suppose... very well." He bit his lip. "But I still get to sail my Jolly. I'm a sea captain. Not up for discussion."

"Aye, aye, sir, as long as you take me along..."

"You and whomever you wish to accompany us, my darling. My ship is your ship now too." He kissed her swiftly. "You can be my first mate..."

She nodded. "I don't know about your "first", but I'll settle for "forever" mate..."

He grinned and remained silent for a few seconds. He then bit his lower lip. "I'm on this for the long haul, Emma... you might want to consider that.. You know, in case you might want to... reconsider being with me."

She gave him a playful punch. "It's true love, you asshole, why would I even begin to think otherwise? Can't fight this shit, can I?"

Killian smiled at her and kissed her gently before holding her to him hard. "Well, well, Lady Swan... You certainly don't behave like a princess..." he leaned in and winked at her. "... and I love that."

"Oh you haven't seen a thing yet..." She whispered to his ear. "Take me back to that cabin sometime soon and I'll show you what I mean..."

That got a very unexpected but highly provocative groan from Killian. He smiled. "Say when..."

"When."

Killian pulled away with a mild scorn. "Do you think it wise, my love? After what you've been through today, I..."

"That's precisely why." She cut abruptly. "I'm yours. I don't want to have that memory in me anymore; I need to replace it..." She smiled and touched his cheek. "...with someone I do love." Killian grinned at her. "Besides, look at those two, why would I want to get in the way of snow White and her Prince Charming?"

Killian chuckled. "Then it is done, although I am not sure I could get the cabin..."

Emma shrugged. "Granny's?"

He nodded excitedly. "Or a kennel at the local pet shelter?"

Emma laughed aloud. "Well, as long as there's room service!"

That got a very loud laugh from Captain Hook. "I do have a decent chamber in the ship. No extra fee, no canine hair all over the place..."

Emma pulled him one hand and one hook, to the door. "Let's set sail, Captain... make speed!"

Killian smiled and allowed himself to be tugged out by his Savior, he turned his face to The Charmings who had all but stopped kissing and were staring in shock at the happy young couple. He winked at them "Take care of the lad! See you in the morrow!"

THE END