A/N: It's been too long. And for that, I'm truly sorry. I had a bad case of writers block. Which I got over, but now have a new case of it which - ironically - is why I'm sharing now. Comments help!
~Memories~
Everything happened so fast. The memories had come back in a flash, then he felt her slipping from his grasp. He caught her before she could fall, picking her up like a new husband would. He started yelling for help. Regina in her purple smoke, among guards, and a few members of staff, quickly turned up.
Killian held Regina's eyes - she too remembered. He could see it in her gaze.
Killian carried Emma to her room, suddenly knowing exactly where that was since his memories had returned. Regina went to fetch Snow quietly, and they returned seeing Emma on top of the bed, still fully dressed.
Killian, repeating his actions, sat stock still in the armchair in the corner, staring blankly at some point on the wall.
This was the second time he had laid her here like this. He didn't realize how badly he didn't want to remember that day. He didn't want her to remember that day.
Snow and Regina stood still, a few steps into the room. Snow had a dusting of fresh tears threatening to escape.
Regina eyed the Reigning Queen. "You remember too, don't you."
Snow turned to look at Killian. "She opened her heart to you, didn't she." It wasn't a question, she already knew the answer.
"We kissed." Was all he could reply, his voice smaller in his head than out loud, his mind missing the implication in her question.
There wasn't much he could catch at that moment. He was far away, drowning in thoughts. He couldn't protect her from an unknown enemy. No one could. He couldn't help but think this was all his fault. He'd allowed Bae onto his ship. He always had a soft spot for Milah's child. How in bloody hell had his ship even traversed through the stars in the first place?
Aside from that, he had initially ignored his gut telling him to go after her that night. He thought himself too far over that line of propriety. He had eventually thrown caution to the wind, and went after her anyway. He was grateful he made that choice.
Snow nodded at his words, then looked to Regina. "Why did this have to happen? How could I have stopped this?"
"I'm not sure there could have been anything to stop this."
Snow sat on the bed, right next to Emma, tears forming, her stubbornness her only defence against them. Her throat was tightening around the words she knew she needed to get out. "Same as before?"
Regina sighed, moving around the room to sit gently on the opposite side of the bed. "She instinctively spelled herself to sleep. Same as before. Same options, as well. We either wait... or," she motioned with her chin toward Killian, who didn't process the exchange.
"What about the… the um..."
"That is a certainty. The suggestions I made… they're still possible, Snow." Regina reminded gently.