Hi again! It's been a while. I finally had a burst of inspiration and wrote a couple chapters and finished another. Hopefully I'll remember to post them all!

This is a missing scene based right after the events of 5x14, "The Brothers Jones". Hope you enjoy it!

Apologies

Finally, after an incredibly long day, they were able to head home.

Emma got a little giddy at the idea of calling it "home", but tried not to. They were still in the Underworld, but the house Killian had chosen was a home no matter where they were.

Killian had told her everything that happened with Liam and him moving on as they walked toward their house. He kept his grip on her hand tight, never wanting to let go.

Now, they were finally walking up the steps. Everyone else was already there, but Emma hoped they were all asleep. She didn't want to have to talk to them. She just wanted to go to bed with Killian at her side. They'd barely been able to breathe since she'd freed him.

Like she'd hoped, Henry was asleep on the couch when they walked in. She kissed his head quickly before leading Killian upstairs. When she opened the door to what would have been their room, he froze.

Emma turned to him. He stared into the room, pain flickering through his eyes.

"What is it?" she asked softly.

He looked at her and smiled, shaking his head. "Nothing, love."

She wasn't going to push him, not after everything, so she just nodded and pulled him inside. It was strange being in here. When she'd been the Dark One, she'd only come in here once to see the room her love had chosen for them, but it had been too painful to stay. Now, she was returning with Killian at her side.

Killian was quiet, his eyes roaming the room. He was stiff. Emma didn't want him to act awkward or uncomfortable, so she tried to cut the tension.

"Do you like the wallpaper? I think we should paint over it. It's not really my style."

"We can do whatever you wish."

"Then I think we should get new carpet. The Underworld really makes everything seem darker."

He snapped his eyes to her. "We're not staying here. We're going to get to Storybrooke, love. There, the carpet looks fine, I'm sure."

She shrugged. "If you say so." She unlaced their fingers and went to the dresser against the wall. One of the drawers was filled with the same pajamas she had at the loft in Storybrooke. It creeped her out, but she was glad that her favorite sweatpants were here, so she didn't complain.

"There should be some pajamas for you in the dresser or closet," she told Killian. "This place seems to put things in convenient places. I'm going to change and go to the bathroom. Be right back." With her clothes in hand, she walked into the bathroom that adjourned their bedroom and shut the door.

She dropped the pajamas on the counter and looked in the mirror. Her hair was a disaster, but she didn't really care, not with Killian acting like a statue in the next room. Something was bothering him. What was it?

As she changed and got ready for bed, Emma couldn't believe that over the past few weeks, her and Killian hadn't had any time together without the Darkness swirling around them. In Camelot, there were times when it seemed like Killian had chased every single ounce of Darkness away, but in Storybrooke, the Darkness had been everywhere, suffocating her. She hadn't had a break, even with Killian. She'd been lying to him the whole time, keeping secrets from him. The Darkness had thrived on that.

She wondered if Killian was thinking the same, if he was thinking of his last day in Storybrooke when the Darkness had corrupted him.

"That's why you'll always be an orphan."

She flinched.

He hadn't been himself, she knew that. She didn't blame him for his words. She knew how much the Darkness could twist someone. She did things she never would have done if she'd been free of the Darkness, but that didn't mean his words hadn't stung. Hearing all of her insecurities thrown back at her in his voice had made her want to give up on everything.

"Emma, are you okay?"

She looked up, thankful that he'd asked from the other side of the door. She quickly wiped her tears away and splashed cold water on her face.

"I'm okay," she called, hoping he didn't hear the waver in her voice.

Killian found a pair of pajamas in the same drawer Emma had. He didn't like the way the Underworld was manipulating what was supposed to be their home. It was tainting it.

Or maybe it was him. Emma seemed just fine being here with him, but all he could think about were the words he'd said to her back in Storybrooke.

He'd used everything she'd ever told him and twisted it to hurt her. He'd betrayed her trust in a way he couldn't see himself forgiving himself for. He didn't see how Emma could.

He sat on the edge of the bed after he changed, waiting for Emma to come back. He didn't know what he would say to her when she did, but he knew he needed to apologize for everything he'd said and done. He hadn't meant his words, only using them to get into her head like the Darkness told him to. It made him sick that he'd been so easily controlled.

Why hadn't he been stronger? Emma had been so strong, and he couldn't be prouder of her. He wanted Emma to be proud of him, but what did she have to be proud of? He'd let her down yet again.

A sniffle from the bathroom drew him out of his thoughts. Emma had been in the bathroom for longer than she should have been.

He crossed the room to get to the bathroom door. He knocked once. "Emma, are you okay?"

There was a moment of silence and he heard the sink run. Then she said, "I'm okay." She didn't sound okay.

She opened the door a second later, smiling up at him. "I like your pajamas."

He laughed and looked down at the ridiculous pants he wore. They were a gift from Henry. Pictures of Emma's world's version of Captain Hook dotted the fuzzy material. He'd put them on knowing they'd make Emma smile.

"Thank you, love. They are quite comfortable."

She rolled her eyes and walked past him to drop her clothes in the laundry basket. She spun around and smiled at him. "Tired?"

He shrugged. "I'm not sure. Can a dead man be tired?"

Her face fell for a split second and he cursed himself. "I don't know. I should be asking you that."

"Emma." He said her name tenderly and walked over to her. He pulled her into a hug, relishing in the feeling of her in his arms—safe. At least for now.

She wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face against his chest. The fact that he still gave her comfort astonished him.

"I'm so glad you're here and not in that stupid Hades trap," she whispered.

He ran his hand through her hair. "Me, too."

She craned her neck back so she could see him. "I'm happy you want to come home, too."

More guilt pulled at him. He'd made her doubt so much in the past twenty-four hours. He hated it.

He leaned down and kissed her softly. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead on hers. "I will always want to come home to you." Not with. She was his home. No matter where they were, if they were together, he was home.

She kissed him again, lingering longer this time.

He didn't want to interrupt this moment. This was the first time they'd been alone without the Darkness, without any immediate threats, for months. He wanted to just stand there, holding her, but he knew he couldn't. The longer he put this off, the more guilt was going to drag him down and get between them. The only thing he wanted between them was their love. No guilt, no burdens, no anger—just love.

"I need to talk to you," he whispered.

She nodded, like she'd known this was coming.

He pulled her toward the bed. They sat down on the edge. Emma positioned herself so she was facing him. Killian, however, stared at the floor.

"You can tell me anything," Emma assured him, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck.

He nodded. He sucked in a breath and sat up straight to face her. "Emma, I am so sorry for everything I said to you and everything I did to you and your family in Storybrooke. I'm sorry I let the Darkness get to me. I should have been like you, fought it off, but I didn't. I let my hurt control me and hurt you in the process."

She opened her mouth, but Killian kept going. "I said I would never hurt you, and I failed. I let you down. I did worse than hurt you. You confided in me, told me about your past, opened up to me—and I betrayed you. I betrayed your trust. I am so, so sorry, Emma.

"I want to have this with you." He gestured to the room around them. "I want to have a future with you. I want the white-picket fence life, but I am afraid I do not deserve it. I've hurt you too much. Walking into this room . . . it reminded me of everything I've lost."

Tears glistened in her eyes. "Killian, you haven't lost me. I'm here." She put her hand on his cheek and took a breath. "I know what the Darkness is like. I know what it does to you. I know you would never have done or said any of that if I hadn't turned you into a Dark One."

"Don't put the blame on yourself, Emma. It is my fault. You saved me, and I betrayed you. I am sorry."

"I'm not going to pretend that what you said . . . was easy to hear. I still can't . . ." She shook her head. "You weren't yourself. You were hurt. You were being corrupted. I understand that. You'd just gotten your memories back, just learned I had been lying to you for weeks. You'd just learned you were a Dark One. If Nimue hadn't already started her plot, you would've had time to think like I had."

"I am not blameless, Emma," he said, though he wished he was. "I made my own choices."

"I know, Killian. I know. Are you saying you meant what you said?"

"What? No! Of course not! You are the most amazing person I've ever met, Emma. Everything I said was my own bitterness and hatred for myself and the Darkness. I put it all on you. I was blinded. It was my fault. I'm sorry. I am so sorry."

She placed her hands on either side of his face. "I forgive you, Killian."

He searched her eyes for any hint of a lie, any hint of hurt, but he didn't find any. He only saw love. He kissed her, in awe of her.

Emma smiled when she pulled back. "I know we can't pretend that none of that happened, but I want to put it behind us. Neither of us were at our best. We made mistakes. We hurt each other. All we can do now is promise to do better. I never want to hurt you again, Killian. I don't intend to. I promise."

He gazed into her eyes, his hand buried in her hair. Bloody he— He loved her so much. He loved her more than he'd ever loved anyone.

"I will never hurt you again, Emma. I promise." He leaned forward, placing his forehead on hers and keeping their eyes locked. "I love you." He didn't expect her to say it back, but he needed her to hear him say it. "I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

For a moment, he forgot they were in the Underworld. He forgot that his life was already over. He forgot that there was a chance Emma would have to return to their home without him.

"I want to spend mine with you," she whispered.

It didn't matter where they were. It didn't matter if tomorrow they would have to say goodbye.

All that mattered was that in this moment, they were together. In this moment, Emma knew that she was all that mattered to him. In this moment, Killian wanted to stay forever.

I always wanted a scene in the show where Emma and Killian actually talked about what happened when Killian found out he was the Dark One, but we never got one that went in depth, so I wrote one! Hope you liked it!