A/N: Hey everyone! So we are back after the LONGEST time away I have ever had from fic writing since I started way back when. I know it was such a long break, and so many of you have reached out to see if I am still in this, but I never forgot this story. I just had to pass the hardest year of school ever to get back to my CS happy place! There is so much going on in this story right now, so many pieces that need tying together or resolution on, and in this chapter we are moving full steam ahead (but since it's been a while you might want to go back and refresh on where we left off before). There's finally a meeting that so many have you have been waiting for and there's love, loss, and so many other emotions too… but I won't spoil much more than that. You'll just have to read and then let me know what you think! Anyway thank you all so much for continuing to follow along in this story with me. Hope you enjoy!

"Okay, so I know that technically I can do more than make flowers grow, but I have to be honest… this is so freaking cool, I never want to stop!"

The excitement exuding from Anna this afternoon as she and Elsa worked on some magical 'training' with Ruby was undeniable. Emma couldn't blame Anna for that elation either, not when she was watching her friend do something remarkable and almost unbelievable. The beautiful garden that had been here just a few hours ago was now totally over grown, with so many more flowers than there had been before. The colors of their petals were also now touched with an ethereal element. They seemed to glow, and to radiate this precious golden light from within. The veins of each leaf swirled in a pronounced and gorgeous way, and these plants were simply bursting with life and energy and magic.

Over the past three days Anna and Elsa had been doing their best to make progress in their ability to wield their family gift. This had been a fatiguing process, with Ruby having to start from very basic places. There were rules, it turned out, about how to cast spells and use magic safely. One had to remember all of these steps to make sure no one got hurt, and though at times Anna was a little hyper active or distractible, Emma had never seen her friend more studious and focused. She was determined to access her magic and do everything she could with it, and that determination was bringing her leaps and bounds in a very short time. In fact, Ruby was so confident in Anna's ability to test her gifts and to remember to follow the laws of magic that she'd given her free time to just explore what she could do, thus this impromptu garden party of sorts.

"It's amazing, Anna. How does it feel?" Emma asked, having a sense herself as she felt the warm and subtle kiss of the magic in the air around them. Emma felt rejuvenated and calmed all at once by this magical display, so she could only imagine what casting the spells that made this possible felt like.

"It feels like…" Anna closed her eyes, taking a deep breath and soaking in the joy around her, and when she opened her eyes they were filled with emotion and a thoughtful quality that spoke to real happiness. "It feels like getting to lick the spoon when Grams makes cookies, or the first beach day with Mom and Dad every summer."

"That good?" Emma asked, less as a question and more as a statement of awe and true joy for her friend.

"That good," Anna agreed, her smile growing as her eyes cast around at all she'd created over the past few hours. But eventually her gaze turned back to the house and some of that happiness dimmed. It wasn't fully gone, but now there was a little bit of sadness in the midst of all this celebration. "I only wish that Elsa felt this way too."

"She'll get there," Emma promised, though she didn't have visions of the future to check that that was true. All she had was a thorough understanding of her other best friend, and faith that soon the pieces would fall as surely into place for Elsa as they had for her sister. "You two are never far apart for long."

"And where we go you usually follow," Anna joked, making Emma laugh even though this time that couldn't be the case.

"Unless you know of some mystical waters or whatever the heck sparked magical people years ago, where I could get a gift like yours, I'm not sure that'll be happening this time. I think the flowers only have one new overlord to answer to."

"Well of course your magic won't be the same," Anna said, like this whole conversation was so totally obvious. "But being a shifter? I mean come on, that's arguably the coolest magic of all. You'll get to turn into a wolf for crying out loud!"

At the mention of her suppressed shifter status Emma's heart jumped. That seemed to be a recurring thing since her grandmother had turned up and dropped the bomb of all bombs. Well honestly, maybe the biggest reveal had been the fact that her grandmother was even alive at all, but looking past the magic that was required for all of this to be real, and the heartbreak of the years that Ruth and her Dad had been apart, the reality that there was shifter blood running through Emma's veins was surreal.

Being a hybrid, even if her ability was currently blocked, changed so much about what Emma knew of herself. It was a blessing and a curse in so many ways. On the one hand Emma was glad to have some things make more sense. The white wolf in her dreams all those years ago and that feeling that not everything was as it should be now made sense, but at the same time there was no guarantee that Elsa could even remove the block in Emma's spirit as she had for Neal.

Currently Elsa was trying to access those memories with Ruby, but it was slow going. And even if Elsa could recreate the spell, Emma had to think about if that's what she wanted. It would no doubt be dangerous, and no one actually knew what happened when human/shifter hybrids came of age. She would be the first one as far as they all knew and she was so out of touch with her animal Emma didn't even realize it was there when she was awake. So how could she ever expect to be a good shifter? How could she hope to learn all that needed to be learned? What if in the end she wasn't meant to be one? What if -

"Uh oh, and there you go again, over thinking things," Anna said, bringing Emma's attention back to the real world. Anna's hand was now on her hip and she shook her head in an almost chastising way. "You've got to stop doing that, Ems. Elsa is going to figure this out, she's going to find a way to safely lift the block, and then you are going to finally be all you were meant to be."

Emma didn't want to argue with her friend, but suffice it to say she wasn't as convinced. Anna made it sound so simple, but in Emma's mind it wasn't. What she had right now was brilliant. Her life was full and happy. She had her family and her friends, and she had a true love, her fated mate, a man who made her experience love in the most blissful of ways. She didn't want to risk any of that, and she didn't want to go off hoping for more when what she had right now was more than enough. No one should be this lucky, despite the continued unrest that waiting for Liam was bringing, and Emma didn't want to jinx things by feeling entitled to being a shifter too.

"It's like me and my magic, Emma. When we found out, I was excited but I was also really scared. I kept thinking that everyone was wrong. There had to be a mistake, because it wasn't me who was special it was Elsa."

"Anna," Emma said, her earnestness showing through in her tone. "Elsa might be special but so are you. You deserve your magic just as much as she deserves hers."

"I know that, Emma, I do, but even if I know that, there's still that voice in my head that doesn't want to hear it, and I bet it sounds a lot like the one you have telling you that you're not ready to be or worthy of being a shifter."

Anna came over and took Emma's hand in hers in a sign of solidarity. She was right, after all. Those negative thoughts did seem to be something they shared, and though she was nervous, Emma craved the chance to overcome hers just as Anna had.

"So how did you get over it?" Emma asked and Anna laughed.

"I didn't. It's still there sometimes, but I just have to tell it to shut up. Fear doesn't want you to hope for good things, Emma. It wants you to limit yourself and deprive yourself of things that could be great just because they also could be scary. You can either cave to it or you can overcome it, and not so deep down you know that. And you know how I know that you know? Because you, Emma Nolan, are one of the bravest people I have ever met."

Emma's throat tightened at the words, and she could feel her friend's own emotion starting to get the better of her. Anna's feelings freely flowed in the air around them just as they always did. She was not the kind of person to stifle her reactions. Instead, she spoke the truth as she saw at, blowing Emma away as she did.

"There's no one else who faces a crisis like you, Emma. You stay steady, even when everyone else breaks. You did it when we were kids and small scale things happened, like when the Heller boys decided to start bullying Elsa, or when someone had to scale the McNealy's fence to get our ball back."

Emma barked out a laugh, thinking about old Mr. McNealy and how he used to scare them senseless as kids. Now they knew he was just a curmudgeonly old guy, but back then he seemed like a real monster.

"And you did it when everything was happening with Neal. You had to take on so much far too soon, and you did it unflinchingly for your brother and for your parents. Then, when we lost Grams, and then lost Mom and Dad so soon after, you were there for us too. Night and day, no matter what, you were our rock. As much as Elsa and I pulled ourselves together, you were right there with us, and you never questioned it. It's always a given to you that you'll help everyone you love and anyone you meet."

"Well when you put it like that…" Emma said, attempting some humor even though her voice was thick with emotion. She was touched at Anna's words, and it came to a head when her friend pulled her in for a hug. The tears pooling in her eyes fell at that point, quietly but undeniable, and she had to wipe them away as she pulled back. "Thanks, Anna. And just for the record, I don't think I have that calm in the storm thing all to myself."

"I know. It was a great pep talk wasn't it?" Anna asked, prompting more laughter between the friends that continued until some rustling came from the hedgerow and Elsa and Ruby appeared.

"Seems like you two are having fun," Elsa said, her eyes softening immediately as she saw Emma and Anna. There was still stress there, but Emma could see that Elsa felt better being back in their company.

"Well there's plenty to go around," Anna joked, flicking her wrist and launching an ivy vine up into the air and having it rustle against Elsa's braided hair. "Unless you guys still have work to do. It's kind of been a lot for one day, don't you think?"

"About that… we've got some good news and some not so good news," Ruby announced, her hands waving along as she talked, a trait Emma knew she and Killian shared when they were catching other people up to speed. "The good news is that we were able to access Elsa's memory of when she helped Neal."

"So you saw the spell?" Emma asked, looking between Ruby and Elsa. A chill zipped through her at their faces, because despite the breakthrough, neither of them seemed super enthusiastic.

"We did," Ruby continued. "Turns out Elsa did the impossible – she literally removed Neal's two souls from his body to blend them back together."

"Removed them... wait, like killed him?" Emma asked, shocked, and Elsa looked so stricken as she quickly explained.

"I didn't kill him. It was just a few seconds. It happened really quickly. He just went to sleep for a second, that's all."

"But technically without a soul a person is dead," Ruby supplied. "And if they're not, we're entering vampire territory."

"Vampires?!" The question was yelled out not just by Emma, but Anna and Elsa as well, and Ruby winced in response.

"Sorry, bad joke. Vampires aren't actually a thing. But then again removing souls from a body wasn't supposed to be a thing either. So at this point…" Her continued attempt at light heartedness petered off as Ruby shrugged.

"But you can do it," Emma said, looking to Elsa and her friend nodded.

"Apparently I can. I had no idea what I was doing then, and I can't find anything in my family's archives. It's a mystery."

"Would you even be able to do it again?" Anna asked and Emma fully expected Elsa to say that she couldn't, but for the first time Elsa looked certain as she nodded.

"Yes. I can do it."

"Maybe," Ruby stressed. "She can maybe recreate a miracle a second time, but I have to be honest guys, this is not magic I know how to wield. It's a real risk. Anything could go wrong. Your souls could react badly, they could not blend, they could reject any kind of intervention at all, and if they did…"

"If they did, I could die."

There was no need to say anything else on the matter for a moment. The four of them allowed Emma's observation to hang in the air, sinking in in a sickening way. Life and death situations were something Emma had faced before, but she'd never willingly put herself in a dangerous way. To do so now would either be incredibly foolish or impossibly brave, and Emma wasn't sure where she stood yet on that. On the one hand, she could be taking a huge risk only to lose everything she now held so dearly. On the other, this could be the answer to that last missing piece of the puzzle that was her life. Plus it would help not only her, but Neal as well who was going to be facing his first shift just a few more years from now.

"Whatever you decide, Emma, there's no need to rush," Anna said, finally breaking the silence that had fallen as she touched Emma's arm in a reassuring motion. "It's not like Elsa is going anywhere. We've got time to see what you might want."

"Exactly," Ruby said with a firm nod. "This isn't the kind of thing we should be too hasty about. Let's just tackle one thing at a time. Liam will be arriving any day now. Let's climb that mountain before staring down another."

The four of them agreed this was a good place to leave things, and Emma was relieved. Crazy that the impending arrival of Killian's unknowable brother was of relief to her now when for days it had been so anxiety inducing. But for some reason, that felt like a battle that could be won. For this moment she was part of a team, it was her and Killian and her friends and family. She felt like anything could be accomplished as long as they were together, and she genuinely had hope in her heart that things weren't as hopeless with Liam as Killian believed. But trying to heal her block… well that would just be her and Elsa trying to do something they had no real clue how to do, and that was scary as hell.

"Ruby, what's wrong?"

Elsa's sudden question prompted Emma to look to her new friend, immediately feeling a pang of anxiety again. Ruby was overly alert, and Emma had seen that kind of posturing before from Killian when he thought she was in trouble.

"We've got company."

"Liam?" Emma and Elsa asked at the same time and Ruby shook her head.

"No. I think I'd sense if it were Liam. No I just heard something. In the woods back there."

The three friends turned to follow Ruby's gaze, but Emma was shocked when Ruby moved forward towards the sound. She told them to stay back and she'd figure it out, but just as she moved out of sight, Emma, Elsa, and Anna heard a throaty chuckle that came from the opposite direction. They jumped in surprise and whipped their attention over and then Emma and her friends sighed aloud in relief.

"Graham, was that you?" Emma asked, and their town Sherriff grinned.

"Maybe."

"It was him," Anna said with an eye roll. "Well I hope you're happy. You scared five years off my life. Not cool Graham."

"Ruby it's okay you can come out!" Emma called. "It's just Graham. He's harmless."

"Oh you wound me, Emma. I like to think I could do some…"

Whatever words Graham was going to say trailed away as his eyes looked past Emma and back to the tree line. Without even having to peer over, Emma knew what he was staring at, or rather who he was staring at. The only person in that direction was Ruby and from Graham's expression, this was more than a strictly 'she's hot' reaction. Emma flipped her gaze to her new friend and sure enough, Ruby looked just as struck silly as Graham did.

"Ooh, look it's happening again!" Anna whispered whisper-yelled gleefully. "Love struck, the two of them. It's like Emma and Killian 2.0. I bet you guys a month of diner lunches that they're fated mates too."

Both Emma and Elsa refused to take the bet, instead watching (with totally no chill and no attempt at giving Graham and Ruby privacy) as the two shifters moved toward each other. Emma wondered what it must be like for them, but she had some idea. Killian had detailed to her what it felt like to be confronted with one's other half if you were a shifter. Everything shifted focus and all of a person's senses were heightened and needy. It was an instant force of lust and want and adoration. It was really love at first sight, and for most shifters it was just understood. There was no need for small talk or getting to know each other. Nature chose your perfect match, and time would prove that to be true.

Because she knew this, it didn't surprise Emma when Graham took Ruby's hand in his and when his other hand came to cup her cheek. They were so close, eyes flashing a wolf's color and they looked just a split second away from forgetting themselves entirely and making out or doing more. Surprisingly though, words did come, and though Emma and Elsa and Anna were totally forgotten, Ruby did seem to have the sense to ask some critical questions.

"But how did I… there's no trace of you in town. I should have known about this - known about you."

"Oh trust me, babe, Tink is going to be hearing quite an earful from me about this."

"Babe?" Emma whispered to Elsa and Anna, half shocked at the word choice and half uncomfortable. In all her years of knowing Graham he had never, ever, called anyone anything like that before.

"Tink?" Ruby asked, and Emma was really curious now about what having a mate meant for Ruby. There was a chance she was so overwhelmed with Graham that she wasn't able to tap into her gifts, but this seemed like a relatively straightforward vision. Also, Emma was like ninety five percent sure Tink had been mentioned more than once.

"Girl, she is so gone for him," Anna said gleefully. "Oh! We should make popcorn!"

"Uh no," Emma and Elsa said at the same time before Elsa continued on. "If anything we should leave them be. It's only a matter of time before they start going at it, and we don't need to be anywhere near seeing that."

Emma laughed at Elsa's claims as Anna feigned a sigh. Obviously she wasn't interested in spying on the intimate moments of two new mates, but Anna really did love love, and Emma knew her friend was hoping for more cuteness before any impending sexy times. But whatever any of them were expecting, it likely wasn't what happened next. One second Ruby and Graham looked poised to run off together, and the next Ruby's features changed and her eyes went hazy. It only lasted a moment but she jumped when it was over and she looked to be in actual pain. Graham moved with her, and though Ruby was still alarmed, Emma could see the slightest bit of comfort come form Graham still being there. Still it wasn't enough to fully calm her, and what Ruby declared next sent ice rushing through Emma's veins.

"He's here. Liam's here, and he just found Killian."

Shit!

…..

At times like this it was difficult for Killian to know if pacing was a product of habit or an animalistic urge.

There was evidence enough to suggest it could be his animal. Wolves were known for patrolling when they were contained, agitated, or ready to fight, but as the morning light shifted to a mid-day warmth, Killian's pacing felt like more than that. True, he felt a little held captive; the anxiety of what was coming was getting to him and there might indeed be reason to fight. But this motion right now, this back and forth route in front of his new Storybrooke home, wasn't caused by his brother or an impending battle: it was caused by a desire so strong it was starting to control him.

As the days passed by, Killian's love for Emma only grew. Despite the full moon being long gone by now, he felt this continuing clawing need to be near his mate. It was difficult for him to be away from her, and it was damn near impossible when there was a threat not too far off. In fact, the only thing keeping him sane right now was that she was protected and surrounded by other people who loved her. Ruby was a more than capable shifter who had made it very clear that she considered Emma family in the realest kind of way, and with her visions she should see any danger for Emma before it got here. They had been spotty as of late, with larger blind spots than she was used to, but both Killian and Ruby were certain that when the time for Liam's arrival actually came, Ruby would know of it. That, coupled with Anna and Elsa's new gifts, was enough to keep Killian from trailing Emma all afternoon and trying to protect her himself.

The fierceness of his need to see Emma safe was one of the strongest things he'd ever experienced, second only to his love for her, and carrying around such immensity of emotion made Killian eager to shift and to run and howl. He'd allowed himself the first two so far this morning already, but eventually he'd been called back to human form and to the house again. Connecting with his wolf right now just didn't seem to hold all of the power that it once did for his peace of mind, and Killian was relatively certain he knew why. For underneath all of that protective instinct, and beyond the anticipation of seeing his brother again, there was something else clawing at Killian, something he wanted to do so badly but kept having to keep himself in check over.

Opening the small black box that held a symbol of his hopes for he and Emma, Killian looked down again at his grandmother's ring, his eyes catching the way the precious gem sparkled in the light. It looked just the same as it always had, a classic and beautiful ornament, now fitted to Emma to perfection, and designed to show the world how tied up they were together. It was a testament to love, a symbol that, if she said yes, the two of them would be wed. And even though he knew that's what Emma wanted, seeing as she'd already agreed to be his mate, it still made his heart sputter in his chest to think of asking her. He knew that he wanted that moment to be perfect. Emma deserved everything from flowers to candlelight. She deserved ambiance and the undeniable truth that he loved her more than anything. She deserved a story, one they could tell forever and look back at with pride. But even though he knew what should be done, it was killing Killian not to just do this now. He hated waiting. His patience was all but fried, and every day that he spent not working towards that forever with Emma hurt him more than he could say.

But here was where it all came back full circle. Because the reality was he couldn't create that moment. He couldn't give Emma those things when he was waiting for the other shoe to drop. All of them were anticipating the arrival of his brother and the showdown that would come, and until that was faced and dealt with Killian couldn't do what he wanted most. It would be too selfish on his part, and he already had regrets about how things had gone with Emma already. Not their being together surely, for he could regret nothing about having Emma in his life and in his heart. But he wished that things could have been a little less harried. Emma was strong and determined. She would stand tall through whatever storm came their way, but he wished she didn't have to. That essence of normalcy that she was craving? Truth was he craved it too. If they could just have a little bit of peace and quiet to enjoy all that they'd found it would be miraculous. But it seemed too much to ask the universe to have such a brilliant mate and a bit of time to truly enjoy his good fortune.

You're going to wear a patch in the grass, Killian.

He heard the words in his head and they were said with the loving chastisement that only his mother had ever truly been able to capture. He closed his eyes and stopped, inhaling the fresh air around him and breathing out again. It was rare for him to do this anymore, to hear his mother's voice as he went about his life. He'd shut off the part that was open to her and her goodness so long ago. When he trained to confront his father, he stifled that old connection. He shut down the little voice inside his head that reminded him what was good and right. But since he'd found Emma and tried to separate himself from that old life of revenge, he was more and more susceptible to it again. That susceptibility was both beautiful and painful. On the one hand he swore he could hear his mom right now. He could picture her in his minds' eye shaking her head at him with a smile at her lips. But he knew when he opened her eyes she wouldn't be here. There would just be more waiting and more agonizing over what was next.

"Bloody hell, Liam, I wish you would just get here already and be done with it."

The words were gruff as he spoke them aloud, nearly yelling with the ferocity of his agitation. He kept his eyes closed and tried to center himself again, but before he could a voice by the tree line responded to him.

"Wish granted."

Careful not to make any sudden movements, Killian pivoted to where he heard his brother's voice and looked at him for the first time in so many years, seeing that it was in fact Liam there, and not just some figment of his imagination.

A few seconds passed where Killian allowed himself to take his brother in, and though he was surprised at how clean cut and together Liam still seemed to be, he didn't let any of that show. If this reunion was going to be anything like last time then he was in for a hell of a fight, but there was a real need for Killian to control himself. Even on the night he was first infected, the bite had made it so Liam was out of control and unable to resist his baser urges. To counteract that, Killian had to be smart. It was the only way to handle this and to see that he, Emma, and the rest of their friends and family were okay. Still, looking at Liam now was like a stab to the heart, for though all this time had passed, he still looked as he always had, and Killian swore he saw a mix of sadness and also love in his brother's eyes, despite everything.

"It's been a long time, little brother," Liam said, filling the space between them with words that were charged in a way Killian couldn't understand. There was no anger there. No resentment. Just longing and a little bit of pain. "You look different."

"I am different," Killian replied. His muscles flexed slightly, and though he hoped to hide it from Liam, Killian watched as his brother tracked the movement. Liam didn't reply in kind though, instead siding with continued conversation as he moved a bit closer.

"Ah yes. A mate's love will do that, or at least that's what they tell me."

Now Killian couldn't help tensing up. He didn't like it at all that his brother had mentioned Emma, even in the abstract. It was too close for comfort, but when Killian let out a low growl, Liam only laughed. It was a barked out sound, one that made it seem like Liam hadn't had cause to laugh in a long time, but it calmed something inside of Killian. It wasn't threatening. If anything, Liam seemed to be enjoying himself. That was unexpected, but it didn't feel aggressive and that was something to be grateful for.

"Relax, brother. I didn't come here for her."

"Then why did you come?" Killian asked, wanting to believe Liam, but knowing that the bite would change any man and that it had already started to change Liam years ago.

"So it's like that then," Liam sighed. "Straight to the point. No conversation after all this time? No soft landing?"

"Why bother putting it off? You're here, and we both know why."

"I'm not so sure we do," Liam replied thoughtfully. "I've thought of this moment every day since that night. I thought of what I'd say when I saw you again, and damn if I can bring myself to say any of that now. It all seems… not enough."

"Well why don't we start with the basics. This control you're displaying. Is that… permanent?"

"Much as I might like to say yes, I can't do that. For all my flaws, lying is something I still can't abide by."

Killian's stomach fell at the confession from his brother. It was confusing to say the least, because on the one hand Liam didn't seem to be doing anything that would signal that he or his wolf wanted to fight. There was no display of dominance, no call to contest. To Killian that signaled that maybe Emma's more wishful thinking was right. Perhaps Liam was here to make amends and to make things right, as crazy as that seemed, but confessing that he wasn't actually in control scared Killian. He'd seen the flip switched in his brother before. It was terrible to behold and if Liam couldn't stop it then it was only a matter of time before Killian bore witness to that beast again.

"So the sickness. You haven't cured it?"

"No," Liam replied, his acceptance of his condition heart wrenching to hear. "I am what I am now. A monster, a beast, an abomination: you can call me whatever you like, but the curse remains."

Killian allowed that truth he already knew to soak in. Again he'd been hopeful, and again his hope was thwarted. Of course Liam was still burdened with this blackness. There was no escaping it, but still it killed Killian to hear it. Listening to his brother berating himself, calling himself a monster – a beast – it was terrible, and yet Killian couldn't contradict him. He knew nothing of Liam anymore. He knew the man he had been, but what was to say that man truly remained? He appeared to be here, but appearances weren't enough to build trust on. They couldn't be, not when the stakes were so high.

"You never were good at covering your emotions, brother," Liam said wistfully, his eyes studying Killian intently. "I can see it all practically jumping off of you. Love. Wariness. Sadness. Fear. Crazy you stayed hidden all these years. You'd think so much energy would be easier to track."

The mention of tracking put Killian on alert again. There was the reminder he needed that this wasn't a one off. Liam wasn't here for a casual visit. He'd been hunting for Killian for years and Killian had known it. He'd lived off the grid as much as he could. He never built a life, never had roots. Hell, he never had dreams of any kind for years and years to stay ahead of that search. His life had been hellish, and that hell was in no small part because there was always the threat of Liam just waiting to take him down.

"What can I say? Ruby's a powerful witch."

"Ah she always was. Little Red," Liam said with another strange laugh. "Remember when we called her that as kids? God she hated that."

Killian was thrown by the tenderness Liam displayed for Ruby. This whole exchange was honestly giving him whiplash. One moment his brother was kind and trying to connect, the next he was poking Killian with the reminders of the threat he posed. It was confounding and confusing, and it made the wolf inside scratch at the surface, trying to fight this out instead of lingering in whatever strange game Liam was playing here.

"Ruby isn't the reason you came either. So let's get on with it. Why are you here, Liam?"

"I'm here because I have to be. We had to meet again. You made sure of it that night."

"I spared you that night, Liam. I…" Killian trailed off before reiterating the thought, because honestly he wasn't so sure that's what he'd done. Had he spared Liam? Or had he just damned his brother to so many more years of this descent into madness?

"You made a choice, a choice that speaks to who you are, brother. You could have killed me, but you didn't. You couldn't. It could have all been over. You could have been free, but instead you chose another path. This path, and now we have to face it."

The ominous words hung in the field between them and Killian didn't know what to say. Liam was right after all, at least in a way. He hadn't been capable of killing Liam. There just wasn't that option, and because of that there had been the risk and that sinking sensation that followed Killian all these years that they'd meet again. But while his brother was resigned and yet also strangely unreadable, Killian was resolute. Things wouldn't end the same way twice. There were too many other people who needed protecting, and too much more to live for now than there had been years ago.

"I'm sorry, Killian. I'm sorry for that night, and for any night you've faced since that you worried about me. I'm more sorry than you can ever imagine. I would have done anything to spare you that."

Wait… what?

"You're sorry," Killian repeated, his mind reeling from the truth he heard in Liam's out of the blue words. "But you've come here to kill me."

"So you keep suggesting," Liam replied, his eyes taking on a little humor again.

"And what are you suggesting, Liam? I realize this is all some big game to you, but frankly I don't want to play. I never did, so if you've come to fight me, fight me."

"You know I thought this would be different, our last time together," Liam said, his voice a wistful whisper, as it sailed across the breeze to Killian's ears. "I should have known, even if I hoped for something more. But let me cut to the chase. I came to -,"

The snap of a branch in the woods very close to them claimed both brothers' attention, and when Killian saw it was Tink his feelings were mixed. There was relief, but also dread. He couldn't exactly explain why, but the reason would show itself soon enough.

"I caught a new scent in town and thought you might need backup," Tink said, but her usual confidence was cowed in an instant when a fierce growl sounded out so loudly that it shook the ground around them.

Killian whipped his head back to look at his brother, but Liam was gone and all that remained was the beast in man's clothing. His eyes were like coal, his face was snarled, his stance was poised for shifting. Liam heaved for breath, his anger rolling off of him, and just like that the nightmare Killian had been reliving for years was with him once more. Whatever soft hearted moment had just occurred was over. The talking was done, the dancing was finished, and now it was time to face this twisted fate once and for all…

Post-Note: Okay I know I know I left this on a cliffhanger and I am terrible! BUT I have some pretty great news – the next chapter of this story is already mostly written and I will be posting it sometime in the next week or so! I should probably space it out more since the rest of the chapters aren't completed yet, but trust me – you will all want to see the conclusion of what happens between Killian and Liam. Anyway thank you all so much for your patience and your continued support. Hope you're all doing well, and hope you'll tune in next time!