A/N: Like…what? *Spoilers about to be discussed*
What is this nonsense about someone dying?! It better not be Hook or I will murder someone. I have a feeling its gonna be Charming though (because of course, A&E want to crush everyone's happy endings), or maybe Regina, or possibly anyone...
I PHYSICALLY CANNOT WAIT ONE MORE MONTH!
Anywho, to tide us over until then…
Some Jane/Felix feels this chapter. I don't know why I like that pairing so much. But I do.
Here's another chapter. Enjoy! xx
Lights
"Felix?" Jane whispered, her voice raw from a lack of moisture. She tried to rouse him from his nightmare by touching his hand but he was too far gone. In the end, she let him whimper and groan in fear until it surmounted in a terrified cracked scream.
"JANE!"
"Right here, buddy," she answered with a relieved smile on her face touching his fingers delicately with her own.
"We need to get out of here," he answered hoarsely.
"We need to survive, Felix."
"With what?"
"Don't give up on me now, Felix," Jane pleaded, hearing him grunt in pain as he shifted against his bonds. He'd merely been goading Baelfire before; the boy actually did tie fantastic knots. "Please."
"But what if we die here, Jane?"
"I swear if you don't fucking stop talking I will kill you myself." She tried to be angry with him, because beneath his roughened voice, she could hear the desperation. She could hear the surfacing of his feelings. And above all else, she would never let him tell her that.
"I lo –"
"Felix Smithson, you are not going to finish that sentence!"
Her voice had risen to a shout by the end her order and she felt him slump. Finally, she bowed her head, biting down on her lip and let herself calm down. Unfortunately, calming thoughts led to wandering thoughts…
Thoughts that the magic she'd been born with allowed her to wander easily into Felix's head…
I don't understand why she's so afraid! Surely she knows that after all this time I would still love her. If I knew some way; any way that I could get us out of here –
"Close your eyes, Felix," Jane murmured finally, her voice thick with an emotion she didn't want to name.
"What are you-"
"Close your eyes and think of me."
The minute he did, she felt it. And of course, they were nowhere else but in the first place they'd been truly happy together.
"You had to pick here, didn't you?" Jane asked in their minds, smiling as she looked around at the abandoned playground. It had fallen into disrepair; not that it mattered. It wasn't the place that counted.
"What is this, Jane? Is it actually you?"
"Peter left me with some perks, I suppose. It comes with being his progeny."
"You are so much more than that."
Jane reached for him delicately, her hand tracing his face as she looked up into his eyes. He ran his fingers through her honey brown hair and stared intently at her as she took the last step to bring them together.
"Are you…"
But she didn't let him finish, pressing her lips to his fervently as she felt a shock emanate through her being.
They were brought back to reality with the loud crack of wood breaking, and ropes snapping, and a resounding feeling of euphoria rushing through their veins. Pulling off the remains of their bonds and pushing the broken pieces of their chairs aside, Felix and Jane turned to each other.
Without a seconds thought, Felix wrapped his arms around Jane's body and held her through the sobs that immediately followed. She was free, he loved her and she...she...
Felix didn't want to look at the bruises on her body but there was no denying them, and he clenched his teeth when he thought of what he was going to do to Baelfire the next time he saw him.
As for Jane, she tried to hold back her sobs as she had done for years and ended up crying herself into silence before she stepped back from Felix.
"Thanks," she said, her voice cold once again.
"Oh no," Felix said, pulling her hands back within his warmly. "You are not walking away right now. What was that?!"
"It was…" She was looking at his scars…the open wounds…the torn flesh… How could he not be screaming in agony?! She swore, when she got her hands on Baelfire, he was going to regret the day he was born.
"It was just a kiss, Felix." Maybe if she said it enough it would make it true. But they'd both felt that surge of magic. And that only meant one thing.
The lights flicked on, causing both Jane and Felix to push aside their heads in avoidance of the burning fluorescents.
"That it was, my dear," Pan said, walking towards them with a spring in his step and a knowing grin on his face. For a man barely older than eighteen, he was walking with the confidence of a man centuries older.
Ah wait, Jane thought, he was.
"You're just like your mother."
"No," Jane said, eyeing him fiercely as she turned to face him, half shielding Felix as she did so, but his hands found their way to her waist. Surprisingly, it was comforting and it made what she was doing that much easier. She drew a lot more strength from him than just the physical. She needed something more to stand up to her dad. There was a sudden glint in her eyes as she drew back her hands. "I guess I'm too much like you."
A blinding flash of light emanated from her hands as she channelled hers and Felix's power. The power of the kiss they had just shared fusing with the power that Pan had gifted her with at birth.
"What was that?"
Jane smiled, the first genuine smile she'd given in a long time.
"That, Felix, is how we're going to finish them off," Jane turned around before a wave of after effects hit her brain and she crumpled. She would've hit the ground hard had she not fallen into Felix's waiting arms. Looking up at him, she tried to smile through her weariness. "When I'm not about to faint."
"But how…"
"Storybrooke," Jane muttered, her limbs weak in his arms. She grasped at his arms with the limited strength she had, her eyes seeking his out with an intensity that only they could share. "We need to get to Storybrooke."
xxx
It had been two hours in the car and Killian had spent a lot of it pondering. After about an hour, Emma had drifted into sleep and he swapped over the iPods deftly with his right hand, keeping his eyes on the road.
He knew the way because of Olivia's research, but that didn't stop him from growing bored by the gradually increasing countryside. And so he thought about the answer that he'd given Emma Swan when she revealed to him that it was her little boy's sixth birthday this weekend.
"Oh."
"Does it bother you?" Emma was biting down on her lip as so many thoughts rushed around his head. Swan had a son. She hadn't told him. Who was the father? Why was she telling him now? She wanted him to hang around…she was warning him so he didn't faint…so he didn't run out on her… She wanted to check that it was okay with him.
Because she was actually looking at him as more than a passing fancy…
Possibly.
"It definitely does not bother me," he finally said, turning around with a wide smile and glancing at their entwined hands and giving her a comforting squeeze before a small frown creased his forehead. "He wasn't Graham's was he?" He wouldn't be responsible for that…for pulling a child away from his parent…
Never again.
"He's mine," Emma said pointedly and in a tone that told him not to push the subject. Suddenly he had an inkling as to where all those bloody walls came from. But he didn't let go of her hand until she reached down to get her iPod and turn off his 'stupid indie rock'. He shrugged and she put on some popular music that he hadn't bothered to listen and/or learn, but soon enough, she was asleep and he changed it back. But right now, he was alone with his thoughts.
Killian watched her out of the corner of his eye. Her head was slumped peacefully against the headrest and Killian felt a smile creep across his face as the abandonment that the state granted her.
He looked at her like he was seeing her for the first time. And, he guessed he was. Because in sleep, she was so much more open than she was when she was awake.
He had to pull up at a gas station as his meter drifted closer towards empty, but he tried to be quick. He was eager to get to Storybrooke, and he felt a pang of guilt when he realised it wasn't just for Emma, but also to satisfy his own curiosity. But when he went inside to pay and came back out, Emma was standing in front of his door with her arms crossed and a wide smile on her face.
"Let me guess, you want to drive."
Emma held out her hand expectantly for the keys. What she loved so much about this car he would never know. But he sighed and handed them over, making his way over to the passenger side where he slouched.
"Did I hurt your pride, Jones?"
"No," he pouted, folding his arms.
"Aww," she smirked at him as she adjusted the mirrors, "But you look so cute!"
"Just shut up and drive, Swan. By the way, you drooled on the seatbelt."
"I did not!"
"No, you're right. I just like riling you up."
"Fuck you, Jones."
"You did, love. Repeatedly."
Emma's lips pursed as she started up the car before she pulled out onto the road and said, "I'd appreciate it if you don't mention that around my family."
"Ah, so you are intending on introducing me to your family." Killian frowned. "Is this weekend going to be less fun than I assumed."
"Just…don't be your usual innuendo throwing douchebag self and we'll be fine."
"I thought you loved that side of me, Swan," he smirked, his hand reaching across the console to touch the top of her thigh, massaging through her jeans at the skin. "And various other angles."
"Oh, I do," she said, trying her best to ignore the way he was touching her in the hopes that he would stop and not cause a terrible accident.
"But I'm not too sure that my father will."
Killian tried to mentally glance through the sheets that he'd read from Olivia, but it was a few minutes later that he came to the realisation of who Emma's father was and pulled his hand away from her as though he was burned.
Emma gave him a confused look, but didn't push it as they drove past the sign that said, Entering Storybrooke and felt the familiar hum of magic in her veins.
Killian felt it too. It was foreign, and though he loathed admitting it, a little scary. The last time he'd felt magic he'd been fleeing the Enchanted Forest…he'd been fleeing Hook. And he tried to ignore the sinking feeling that sat in the pit of his stomach as he followed Emma up the stairs towards her parents' apartment.
"Emma!" Snow threw her arms around her daughter as she pulled her into the apartment. In turn, Emma went to hug her father tightly before a happy little Henry who had grown to the height of her hip, wrapped his arms around her. She laughed and picked him up, placing a wet kiss on his forehead that he tried to wipe away before throwing his arms around her neck. "I've missed you."
"I've missed you too, kid," she grinned before feeling the strain on her arms. "But you're getting really big!" Henry giggled as she put him down on the ground. He didn't leave her side as his eyes found the man who had sheepishly remained in the open doorway.
Snow followed Henry's gaze, asking, "And who might this be?"
"This is Killian," she said, but she was cut off by David who was stalking past her, a venomous hatred in his eyes.
"Hook."
And Killian Jones was welcomed to the family by a punch to his face.