Chapter Title: Destiny
Title: lessons
AUTHOR: obisgirl
Rating: nc-17
Characters: Killian/Emma
Summary: Fairytale land – AU. Emma is a princess on the verge of becoming a woman but wants more out of life than what her parents can give her, so she makes a wish to be swept away which translates into being kidnapped and sold at a slave auction to one Captain Killian Jones.
A/N: The Evil Queen's curse never happened.
Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time characters are property of Disney and Adam Horowitz, Edward Kitsis. This fanfic is for pure entertainment.
Killian can't take his eyes off of Emma as she sits next to him at the round table, attending another war counsel meeting, led by her father, Prince Charming. Snow's there too, knitting a baby blanket for Clare, his daughter.
Killian had never considered how he might feel knowing the gender and name of his child, but he's more determined than ever to strike at the witch before she can enact her curse, if only to protect his wife and his unborn daughter.
"I say we fight!" he says, eliciting an approving smile from his father-in-law. Fighting is what they should have done months ago but Killian restrained himself for Emma's sake because she didn't want to lose him before she was ready to give birth to their child.
"Fighting is a bad idea. Giving into one's dark side never accomplishes anything," Jiminy advises.
"Then how many wars has a clear conscience won? We need to take the witch out before she can inflict her curse," Charming backs him up.
"Can we even trust Rumpelstiltskin?" Doc wonders, looking nervously at Charming.
Charming doesn't miss a beat. "I've sent my men into the forest. The animals are abuzz with the witch's plan. This is going to happen unless we do something," he says, looking to Killian and his daughter.
Emma's already given up, feeling too helpless and weak to continue fighting. Fate is fate; this curse was supposed to happen eighteen years ago but history was rewritten the moment the Evil Queen ate the poisonous apple and now, they're all paying the price. The witch can do it, enact this curse and punish them for all eternity.
"There's no point. The future is written," Emma cries.
Killian turns to his wife and holds her hand, squeezing it. "No. I refuse to believe that. Good can't just lose," he reasons.
"Maybe it can," she counters, looking at him. "This curse is coming, we have to accept this,"
"No. No, not as long as we have each other. If you believe him about the curse, then you must believe him about
our daughter. She will be the savior," he smiles.
Before Emma can say anything, the doors to the suddenly open and guards drag in a piece of a tree, accompanied by The Blue Fairy.
"What the hell is this?" Charming demands.
"Our only hope of saving that child," the Blue Fairy prays.
"A tree? Our fate rests on a tree?" Grumpy cries, looking back at Charming. "Let's get back to the fighting thing,"
Killian smirks, amused by his comment but intrigued about how a tree can help matters.
"The tree is enchanted. If fashioned into a vessel, it can ward off any curse," she explains, turning an elderly man
at the table, "Pinnochio, can you build such a thing?"
"I can do it," he assures her.
"This will work. We all must have faith," the fairy continues, smiling hopefully but turns solemn as she looks at Emma and Killian, "There is, however, a catch. The enchantment is, indeed, powerful, but all power has its limits. And this tree can protect only one,"
3 Months Later...
History can be fixed, the witch reasons, walking cautiously through the icy caverns. Long ago, the history that was supposed to have been, was tragically altered. It took her eighteen years to figure out a way to put history back on course and now, that she has – she's about to do the one thing her predecessor never could.
The witch continues her journey until she comes upon a life size ice coffin; there's a young woman in black lying inside about to be awoken. The sorcerous pushes off the icy sliver, revealing the sleepy Evil Queen Regina, cursed by the poisonous apple that was meant for Snow White. If she hadn't eaten that apple, history would be different today and everything would happen the way it should.
"Love is weakness, Regina," the woman sneers, leaning down on top of her, breathing a purple mist into her nostrils, awakening her.
Regina blinks her eyes open and looks at her fearfully. "Mother?" she cries.
"Hello dear," Cora whispers, smiling coolly before reaching deep within her chest, removing her heart.
"Mother? What are you doing?" Regina cries, clutching her chest and laying back in the coffin.
Cora backs away, staring at her daughter's heart. "Doing the one thing you could never do: fix history," she reasons and slams the ice coffin shut using magic, trapping her inside as she leaves the cavern, ready to enact the Dark Curse.
The End