Thank you, thank you all for the great reception for the fic. I hope that you continue to enjoy the following chapters as well. I'm sorry there was no update last week, but I was out of town for a wedding.
Here's my next installment for the captainswanbigbang . Big thanks to the Mods for working around my schedule for this, and for just being overall awesome and supportive.
This chapter has TWO ARTWORKS, WHAAAT. sambethe (check out her tumblr) was kind enough to draw one of my favorite scenes from this chapter, a moment of respite for Emma and Killian. And, she also made the banner. She's just the best, and she's captured the lightness of the scene, but the eagerness from Emma so perfectly. Check out her original post for said artwork, and for the banner!
AND downeystarkjr has made a video. I can't even. It's soooo cool. It gives you a peek into what the whole fic is about without too many spoilers until you actually read the scene and go 'OH I GET IT NOW' which was how I felt. It's bloody incredible and amazing and just - go watch it.
As always, I'm in great debt to my beta, accio-ambition for being such an Ace. There's so daddy-daughter fluff that she likes, and I'm pretty sure this is one of the easier chapters she had to edit, just based on the level of angst. Love you, baeeb. Check out her own contribute to CSBB, No Good Deed, on tumblr.
Without further ado...
21 years ago : Enchanted Forest
"Papa, can you tell me again about the sea monster?" Alice begged, clinging to Killian with all her five-year-old might. "Please?"
Killian chuckled, knowing that if he wanted to, he could very easily slip from her grasp. He knew he ought to be sterner with her and not concede every time she begged him, but one look at her pleading, wide eyes and he caved. It was hard for his to resist his child when she asked for little. "Starfish, it's well past your bedtime. If you don't sleep now, you will be cranky all morning tomorrow."
"But, Papa," she insisted, climbing on his chest, sitting cross-legged on his stomach. Killian huffed a little, but she hardly weighed anything. "I won't let you go until you tell me the story," she said, much too smug for so tiny a child.
Killian did not have the heart to point out he could quite simply lift her off of him and force her to sleep. She was forced to stay in this wretched tower all day, every day of her life - the least he could do was tell her another story. He grabbed one of her small hands in his and pressed a kiss to her knuckles. "Alright, my little pirate. You have me as your hostage. I will tell you the story about the sea monster." He struggled not to laugh as she folded her arms, leaning back against his thighs, as he had had his knees raised. "Comfortable, are you?"
"Aye, aye, C'ptn," she said, saluting him clumsily.
He laughed out right at that, tickling her belly and making her giggle. "Papa, stop," she protested in between giggles. "I want story!"
"Alright, alright." He was just about to start the tale, when he heard a scraping noise from outside, putting him on high alert. He strained his ears, hoping he had just imagined it, but when he heard it again, he sat up immediately. He lifted Alice off of him, despite her protests, and put her in bed. He reached for his cutlass from where he'd hid it, before turning to her. "Alice, I need you to listen carefully to Papa. Stay here and do not make a sound, alright?"
Alice stared at him wide-eyed before her eyes shifted to his cutlass. Killian turned her head gently with his hook so she was looking at him again. "Alice, love, listen to me. Do you want to have a real adventure?" he asked, forcing more than enough excitement in his tone.
"Yeah!" she exclaimed. "Let's play pirates!"
"Aye, aye, my little fish. We are playing pirates, and now Papa's gotta beat the bad guys. You need to stay here until it's safe, alright?" he whispered, leaning closer to her and putting his finger to his lip.
"Alright, Papa," she whispered back, mimicking his action. Killian smiled at her, before turning to face the only window in the tower, getting ready to battle whoever it was that came through.
He adjusted his grip on his blade, slipping into his old Captain Hook persona. While he was expecting all forms of danger and evil, including the woman who gave birth to his child, he was still surprised to see a blonde slip through the window, dressed in trousers and a shirt. She stopped in her tracks when she saw him, her eyes widening, in surprise or fear, he was not sure.
"Identify yourself, thief," he demanded, moving towards her, keeping Alice hidden from her sight.
The blonde's confusion turned into irritation. "I am no thief. I'm Princess Emma of Misthaven."
Present : Land without Magic
It hadn't been hard for Emma to follow Mr. Castle's instructions. Take a flight - and public transit - to a sleepy town in Southeastern England, and she will find him. If she wasn't so eager to be reunited with her love, she would have laughed at how simple it all seemed. She had been in this land for over a year, and she had quickly realised that money could buy her anything - even fake papers and identity. For all that she wanted for in life - being reunited with Killian and Alice, breaking the wretched curse that forced them apart, and getting her hands around Gothel's neck - money was not one of them. Killian's supply of gold had been seemingly endless, but just a pursefull has been more than enough for her to afford the luxury of a new identity and means of travel in this metal craft that flew.
To say she was wary of this mode of transportation would be a gross understatement. And as helpful as the wine the helpers on the craft had been pouring for her was, it was only enough to dull her anxiety, not quell it. When the plane seemed to get more turbulent than usual, she gripped the handrests tight, trying to think of anything but being stuck in something that seemed to fly without any magic.
21 years ago : The Enchanted Forest
Killian's eyebrows raised incredulously. "You're raving mad, lass. Princess Emma is but a child now. Who are you, really?" He stepped up to her now, pressing his blade against her throat before she could draw the sword at her hip.
Emma rolled her eyes, raising her hands in surrender. "I'm not from this reality," she huffed. "I am a Princess. I am from Misthaven. I'm just not from the same reality as you."
Killian's brows furrowed, uncertain if he should trust this stranger. "If you really are who you say you are, why are you here?"
"Listen, friend. I have been on the run from the savages in the villages, and this was the first place I could find. I did not know it was occupied."
Killian did not want to lower his weapon, especially when she claimed to be on the run. "Well, it is occupied. So you would do well to be on your way, lass. Unless you want to meet a worse fate." But before Emma could retaliate, he heard Alice speak up, coming out from under the blankets.
"Papa, I don't want to play pirates anymore." Killian resisted the urge to groan out loud, ignoring the surprised look on Emma's face as he turned to face his daughter.
"Darling, I told you to stay in bed, and stay quiet." But Alice ignored him, her eyes wide as she noticed the presence of another person. Before he could grab a hold of her, Alice ran over to the newcomer, a big grin on her face.
"Are you a friend? I'm Alice," she stated, with all the tact of a five-year-old, holding her hand out.
Emma gaped at Alice, trying and failing to come up with an appropriate response. Killian ran his hand through his hair, walking over to his daughter and pulling her to his side. "Like I said, lass, this tower is occupied. Whatever your grievances with the villagers, they are your own. I will not allow you to bring my daughter into any trouble." His voice was low and soft, but the threat was clear.
Emma eyed his hook warily before she squared her shoulders. "They think me a witch. I'm not - I'm just -" Emma paused, composing herself. "I'm gifted with light magic. My parents were Snow White and Prince Charming, like in this reality - but they were defeated by The Evil Queen in mine. I had to escape."
Killian's expression softened, but as much as he empathised with this woman, he could not risk Alice's safety. "I'm sorry to hear about your parents, lass. I really am. But I cannot let you stay here - I need to put my daughter first." He felt Alice squirm in his hold, and he held her back.
Emma looked defeated, nodding in understanding. She backed away, getting ready to leave, when Alice's voice stopped her.
"Can you really do magic?" the little girl asked, her curiosity and wonder blatant.
Emma smiled softly, looking to Killian questioningly. He reluctantly nodded, still keeping his grip on Alice. Emma crouched to Alice's height, holding out her hand, drawing from the magic within her. Moments later, a daisy laden flower crown was dangling from her fingers.
Alice gasped, reaching out to it instinctively, but she quickly remembered her place and pulled her hand back. Emma couldn't help but smile at her, holding the crown out to her. "May I?" Emma asked Alice, chuckling when the girl nodded eagerly.
Emma placed the crown delicately on Alice's head, grinning at the bright smile that overtook Alice's face. "There. Now you're a princess, too," Emma declared.
"I'm a pirate princess," Alice corrected, prompting a chuckle from her father.
"That you are, Starfish. Now say goodbye to the kind lady, and get yourself in bed. It is well past your bedtime."
Alice nodded; she reached for Emma's hand, shaking it. "Thanks for my crown." She paused, watching Emma contemplatively. "If you can do magic, can you get me out of this tower?" Alice wondered out loud, not realising her father's sudden change in demeanor.
Emma's brows furrowed at Alice's question, before she turned to Killian. He sighed, perhaps for the hundredth time that night, kneeling beside Alice and turning her to face him. He smiled painfully at her, brushing wayward strands of hair from her eyes. "Alice, I'm not certain Emma here can do that, darling."
"But she said she can do magic, Papa. You said magic was keeping me here," Alice protested, scowling at him. He knew that look, that deep frown. She was trying to force her tears back, and she was getting ready to start a fight. It broke his heart to keep disappointing her, but he had no choice.
"What is she talking about?" Emma asked, drawing the attention of both father and daughter toward her again. "Is she being kept here against her will?" she demanded, raising to her full height, and her hand placed on the pommel of her sword threateningly.
Her response irked Killian, as irrational as it was. Emma had no inkling of his or Alice's history, but she already seemed to have jumped to an unsavory conclusion. That just rubbed him wrong. He rose to his feet too, lifting Alice with him. "I'm not sure you have any right to imply whatever it is you are, lass," he warned her. "My daughter was cursed to the confines of this wretched tower, but if you dare insinuate that I am holding her hostage, I-" Keeping in mind the presence of his child, he held back on his threats. "It would not end well for you, princess or not."
He saw Emma's stance relax, her guilt evident as she glanced away from his gaze. He was glad that no matter how long it had been since he had given up being a pirate, he was still able to exude an air of authority. "I-I'm sorry. I spoke out of turn," Emma replied, sounding remorseful. She seemed to hesitate before adding. "I know you want me gone, but I am trained in magic and the mystical arts - I could see what I could do about the spell keeping your daughter in this tower."
Alice's face lit up at Emma's offer, and she was nodding before Killian could even process what Emma had said. Emma looked to Killian then, sensing his reluctance. "My word may not mean much to you, but I swear, I will not do anything to harm you or your daughter."
Killian swallowed thickly, knowing that he had no choice but to agree. There was no more harm this woman could do. Alice was already stuck in this tower. If there was even a small chance that Emma could free his child, he had to trust her. "Aye, you're right. I will pay you handsomely for your work, lass - if there is any chance at all to free my girl of her imprisonment, I want to know."
Alice leaned tiredly against his shoulder then, making him realise how late it was. "That can wait till morning. I should put this little lass to bed," he said, adjusting his grip on Alice. "You can take the hammock, Emma. I can sleep on the bed here, with Alice."
Emma nodded, smiling and waving goodnight to Alice. "Thank you…?"
"Killian Jones, milady. I'd bow, but I have precious cargo in my arms," he joked. Emma waved him off, smiling at a now sleeping Alice.
"Thank you, Killian Jones. I appreciate you letting me stay the night." Killian nodded, walking to the secluded corner that served as Alice's room, drawing the heavy curtains to afford them some privacy.
He place Alice under her cover gently, trying not to jostle her awake. He knelt at her bedside, smiling at the peaceful look on his daughter's face, knuckles tracing her cheek softly, before he brushed a kiss goodnight on her forehead. He then settled on the armchair next to her bed, keeping watch. As much as he would like to trust this woman, he knew better. No matter how noble she might portray her intentions as, magic always came with a price. He could not afford that price to be Alice.
-/-
Present : Land without Magic
It was quite late in the evening when Emma finally reached her destination, and she was weary from both the plane ride and her commute to this little town. She could not wait to see Killian; if she had a little less restraint, she would have gone knocking on his door, his lack of memories be damned. She was half-tempted to do that, but she couldn't bring herself to disrupt his life so abruptly. She did need him to help her find Alice, yes, but selfishly, she wanted just a moment with him before he remembered.
She sat heavily on the bed at the inn where she was staying. Her hand once again reached for the ring around her neck, feeling the warmth of the magic residing in it. While she could not strictly use magic in this land, it did not mean she couldn't channel magical objects. She wasn't a fool, coming here with no way to defend herself against Gothel. She was certain that vile witch had own arsenal for her dark magic.
Emma brought her feet up, sitting more comfortably on the bed before she grabbed her journal. She made sure to record everything that had happened in the past twenty years, all of Alice's milestones and about their adventures together. The first few weeks after Killian left them, when Alice was inconsolable, writing had been Emma's solace, the only way she could talk about her own anger and frustration, her heartbreak and pain. A part of her was uncertain if she would ever show it to Killian, knowing how much it would hurt him. She would gladly tell him anything he wanted to know, but for now, this journal was for her eyes alone.
There had been days, in the beginning, when she had snuck back to the ruins of the tower sometimes, selfishly wishing for a moment that they had never tried to break the spell. The next, she would remember how miserable Alice had been, stuck within those walls, and hated herself for ever wanting to go back to such times. Days like that, her dark days, those were the hardest - when she was filled with nothing but anger and hate toward Killian, Gothel, the whole lot of them. But the person she hated the most was herself, for it was her idea that led to their downfall in the first place. Emma diligently penned her thoughts down, the self-loathing rising and cresting within her. She would take this moment now, to dwell and cry; tomorrow would be a new day. She had a pirate to find and a family to reunite, and hoped desperately that she was still welcome in that family.
-/-
21 years ago : The Enchanted Forest
Emma blinked against the too-bright light falling through the large window, stretching her arms above her head. She almost toppled over in her hammock, catching herself before she fell and managing to land on her feet with all the grace of a drunkard. She squinted at her surroundings, trying to catch her bearings; it took her a moment to remember where she was. She rubbed the sleep from her eyes, looking around the room, searching for Killian Jones and his daughter. At that exact moment, the man himself walked from the alcove that served as Alice's room, carrying the half-asleep child in his arms.
"Good morning, lass," he greeted, his voice hoarse and quiet. "Alice is not a morning person," he whispered in explanation as he headed to the small kitchen area, getting a fire going and setting water to boil, all one-handedly while holding his daughter, as if he had done it a thousand times before. He probably had.
"Good morning," Emma murmured. "If you want, I could hold Alice for you," she offered, feeling useless as he went about his morning routine.
"That's quite alright," he said, refusing her as politely as he could. And if she noticed Killian's grip on Alice tightening, she chose to ignore it. "Would you like some tea?"
"That would be lovely, thank you." Emma observed him quietly, a pang in her chest as she saw him interact with a sleepy Alice, whispering to his child with a soft cadence to this voice.
As if sensing her eyes on him and Alice, Killian looked up and their gazes met. She held it for a moment too long before she averted her eyes, embarrassed at being caught staring. Killian cleared his throat, adjusting his hold on Alice. "The spell, ahem, how long would that take you?"
"It should not take me long to assess how strong the barrier that is keeping your daughter in here is. But do you mind telling me a bit more about how it happened? It might help me understand the original spell better."
Killian, who had been pouring their tea, almost dropped the kettle at her question. He froze for a moment, looking down at Alice with a pained expression. He did not want to rehash it if she was awake, but fortunately, Alice was still asleep. He brushed a hand down his daughter's locks, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead, and finally turned to Emma again. "A witch used blood magic to keep her trapped in here. I can leave the tower and come back - anyone can, as you know - but Alice cannot. She has been trapped in here from the moment she was born."
Emma exhaled sharply, her heart hurting for the little girl. She knew well enough how unfair having one's freedom and choice taken away could feel. She could not imagine knowing nothing beyond these walls from the moment she was born. "I am so sorry to hear that, Killian." She hesitated before asking, "What about Alice's mother?"
"She is no longer in the picture," Killian snapped, startling Emma. He took a deep breath, calming himself before he continued. "She is not here. Now, I would appreciate it if you could get on with the spell, aye?"
-/-
Present : Land without magic
Killian woke up feeling extremely restless that morning. He spent an hour in the home gym working up a sweat. He wished he could work on his new book, but he had promised Will not to keep messing with it, to leave it be. It's perfect as is, Jones. At some point, you need to stop editing, he'd said when Killian had called him last night with a few changes. All he had left was the dedication. After all these years of the same single line, he felt it was time to change it. He'd always dedicated his books to the people who struggle the same way he had with his alcoholism, and while that would remain the same, it just did not seem like enough this time around. He hadn't told Will this yet, but this would be the last book in his series - The Davy Jones Chronicles. It felt like a good place to end Captain Hook's story, as elusive as it was.
Maybe that was why he felt so restless. Or maybe you are still thrown off by Eloise, a voice at the back of his head said. Which he dismissed quickly, of course. There was nothing wrong with the woman: she just came on a little too strong. Maybe a walk into town would help clear his head, and help expel his restless energy. With the decision made, Killian had a quick shower, got dressed, and headed into town for the day.
After a quick stop for breakfast at his favorite little cafe at the bottom of the hill his cottage was on, he found himself wandering Main Street aimlessly. While he had been in this quaint town for a little over a month, he hadn't taken the time to fully explore it. A Wednesday seemed like the perfect day to do just that - most people would be at work, and he could take his own sweet time. He ducked into a small alley, not unlike the one Eloise's shop was in, surprised by the number of vintage and antiquities shops housed in the narrow lane.
He took his time exploring each one, with no agenda in mind. One of the stores seemed to have a nautical theme going on, intriguing him. He stepped in, looking around with a childlike wonder; he was hit with an odd sense of nostalgia, a certain longing for the life of a pirate that he only had written about so far. He hadn't been out on the ocean in a long while, not since his brother passed. It never felt right to go without Liam at his side. He turned his back on that life a long time ago; it was only Captain Hook who now had adventures on the water, not Killian Jones.
He stopped short when he spotted a compass on the display case. It was a fairly ordinary one, but it gave him a strange sense of deja vu. He stood there staring at it for so long that the salesperson approached him, asking if he was interested in taking a closer look. For a moment, he was tempted, even perhaps to purchase it; but the moment passed and he decided against it. What could he possibly need a compass for?
He wandered out of the store, meandering through the same alley. It was only when he was passing a secondhand bookstore that something caught his eye in his periphery, making him halt in his tracks. He turned, eyes wide in disbelief, staring through the glass display window of the store at the person inside. It was the blonde haired woman from his dreams, he knew it. He had never seen her face, but he'd seen her from behind and this woman, whoever she was, was her. She had her back to him, so he made a quick decision, pushing his way through the door, his eyes never leaving her. She turned away from the person she was conversing with when she heard the bell, her eyes falling on his.
The moment his eyes met her sharp green ones, Killian's breath hitched, and he could have sworn his heart had skipped a beat. She stared at him with the same kind of surprise, lips parted slightly, and Killian wondered if she was having a similar visceral reaction as he did. Before he could stop himself, he drew closer to her. "You...I…" He struggled to speak, not knowing how he could explain himself.
After watching him struggle for a moment longer, the woman finally spoke, a barely discernible tremble in her voice. "Are you alright, sir?" she asked, politely. With no recognition in her eyes. She didn't know him and for some reason he could feel the disappointment swell deep in his chest.
When he realised the woman was still waiting for his response, he drew back from his thoughts. "Yes, yes. I'm fine," he assured her, feeling the heat rise to his cheeks. "I'm sorry, you just look very familiar." When he saw her shoulders tense, he felt the need to apologise. "I must be mistaken, forgive me. Killian Jones." He held out his hand.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, her hand clutching the chain around her neck briefly before she took his hand and said, "Emma. Swan. I-I'm sorry I wasn't who you were looking for."
Killian was not certain, but Emma seemed oddly upset at that. He noticed the book she had been holding, making him grin involuntarily. "The Davy Jones Chronicles? Excellent choice," he commented gleefully.
Emma laughed softly, clutching the book tighter. "I read the first book in the series and got, shall I say, hooked."
Now it was his turn to laugh, rubbing at the back of his neck. Did she know? he wondered. Did she know that I am the one who wrote it?
It seemed to have dawned on Emma at the same time, as her eyes widened. "Wait, Killian Jones? As in the writer? This is your book?"
He chuckled in embarrassment, nodding at her. "Yeah, it is. I-I'm really glad you like it, Miss Swan."
"Emma is fine," she replied, waving at him dismissively.
"Right. Emma." He felt a strange connection to this Emma Swan, but he did not want to come off too strong, again, and frighten her. He was so certain that she was the blonde haired woman from his dreams; as crazy as that sounded, he believed that with all his heart. "Perhaps, we could discuss books that aren't mine over a cup of coffee?" he suggested, all while berating himself for being too forward.
Emma seemed like she wanted to decline, but she surprised him. "I'd like that, Killian."
-/-
21 years ago : The Enchanted Forest
Killian returned from putting Alice back in bed, soothing her sleepy questions with assured murmurs. "I'll be right back, love," he whispered, extracting himself from her hold.
When he returned to the front room, he found Emma pacing, holding a small, weathered notebook in her hands. "Are you ready, Emma?" he asked, startling her.
She looked up at him contemplatively, before she nodded. "Yes, I am. But I'm going to need a small drop of Alice's blood."
"Absolutely not!" Killian protested, his fierce protectiveness rising to the fore. "You will not harm her."
"Killian, she is trapped by blood magic," Emma tried to explain, but he cut her off.
"I don't bloody well care," he snarled. "Find another way."
"It's just a drop-"
"Another. Way," he growled out. "I am not going to wake my sleeping child just so you can take her blood. I thought you were going to assess how strong the barrier was."
"I was just trying to think ahead," Emma snapped, losing her patience. "Isn't that the logical next step, to break the barrier?"
"We will come to that when we do," he argued. "First tell me if we can break it."
Emma seemed ready to counter, but she held her tongue, scowling at him. "Fine." She walked toward the window, holding her hand out as if to touch the barrier. Killian knew from experience that only Alice would be able to see and touch it. It was meant only for her, after all. Which is why, when he saw the slight shimmer of the barrier, he was taken aback.
"Was that you?" he asked, standing next to Emma.
"Yes, now keep quiet. I need to concentrate," she hissed, her eyes closed.
He watched her while she worked, a small furrow between her eyebrows. Killian felt a swell of gratitude for Emma, knowing that she could have lied about her magic, or even refused to humour Alice and help them. But she went out her way to try and find a way to break the spell, even without him asking that of her. And he had been nothing but curt and cutting. Liam would disapprove greatly of his behaviour, tell him it was bad form.
He was brought back to the present when he heard Emma gasp. He saw her pull her hands back, cradling them against her chest. He went on alert, turning her by the shoulder to face him, not thinking about how forward he was being. "What is it? Are you alright?"
Emma nodded unconvincingly, biting into her lip quite hard. "It's nothing. Whoever put up the spell is pretty fucking awful," she swore, walking to the cask of water in the kitchen, grabbing a bowl and filling it with water.
"Emma, what happened?" Killian asked, following her. He stopped when he saw her hands, his breath catching in his throat. They were burned, badly. "Bloody hell, lass."
Emma ignored him, pouring the cold water over her wounds, wincing in pain.
"Let me help you with that, darling," he said, grabbing the bowl from her. If either of the them noticed the change in endearment, they did not comment on it. He washed her wound more thoroughly, holding her hand firmly with his hook.
"You don't have to do this," Emma murmured, trying not to hiss. Killian did not respond, instead grabbing a box off a nearby shelf, opening it and grabbing some fresh cloth and a salve.
"This will help with the burns," he explained, indicating her to hold her hand out. "This will sting," he warned, applying the clear substance on her hands, shushing her when she cried out. "My Alice gets into a lot of scrapes, the little monkey. I always have medicine at hand."
"Is that supposed to be funny?" Emma asked, wincing when he pressed the cloth over her hand, wrapping it around her hand.
He chuckled, shaking his head. "I try." He shrugged. "Now hold still." He finished wrapping the bandage, using his teeth to tie it, his eyes never leaving hers.
Emma swallowed thickly. She quickly looked away, letting him finish treating her other hand. When he did, she pulled her hands back, clearing her throat. "Thanks."
"Emma, you just got burned doing magic for my daughter. Patching you up was the least I could do." He pulled up a stool, making her sit, before he continued. "Now, what happened?"
"Well, the witch who put up the spell made sure it can't be broken by another magic user. A great contingency plan, burn the magic right out of the other person," she complained.
Killian sucked in a sharp breath. "Bloody hell, don't tell me your magic-"
"No, no," she assured him. "Light magic is not that easy to destroy. But that's why I was burned. My magic is temporarily, let's say, paralysed. I can't use it for a while, but it'll come back, don't worry," she said, much too flippantly for Killian's taste.
"Of course I'll worry, Emma. This- this happened because of me. I'm so sorry."
She squeezed his arm reassuringly. "Hey, it's alright. If I had to, I would do it again."
"Why? Why help us? You don't even know us."
Emma breathed out deeply, looking down at her hands and avoiding his gaze. "I never got the chance to save my parents. I hated my magic for a long time...but I have a gift. I couldn't waste it. Helping you and Alice is the right thing to do. It's what they would have done. This is the only way I can honour them."
-/-
Present: Land without Magic
"Since you know what I do for a living, I seem to be at a disadvantage here, lass. Care to share?" Killian asked, looking at her over his large cup of coffee.
Emma panicked, unsure what would pass for a proper job in this realm. "I- I'm in the business of helping people in need," she said finally, hiding her own nerves by taking a large sip of her milkshake.
"A volunteer? That's wonderful, Emma," he praised, his eyes lighting up. Emma resisted the urge to lean over and kiss him. It was extremely hard, seeing the man she loved - who, in their world, in a world where he had his memories and no dark curse, loved her back - sitting across from her, right within arms reach, after twenty years of separation, and not be with him. Not be able to hold him, and kiss him. Not be able to share her troubles with him, and have him just be there for her. This was Killian Jones, the essence of him had not changed with the false memories and two decades, but it was not her Killian Jones - her pirate, her love, the father of her favorite child.
However, he was physically the same. Same handsome, soft features; same stormy eyes; same sharp jawline. If she hadn't suffered through these years, she would not have believed that it's been twenty years.
"Emma? Are you still with me?" Killian asked, waving a hand in front of her face, drawing her away from her reminiscing.
She shook her head, smiling at him. "Yeah, yeah. Sorry. Uh, what were you saying?"
"I was just asking what kind of volunteering do you do?"
And frankly, being put on the spot, the only thing Emma could think of was… "Hospital. I volunteer at the hospital."
Killian looked impressed, and seemed like he was about to ask her more about her job. She had to divert him from that, lest she blurt something suspicious. So far she had been able to blend in well in this world, and not attract any attention to herself. The longer she stayed hidden, the less likely she would alert Gothel to her presence. She reached for his hand without further thought, drawing his attention away from whatever he was about to ask her.
"So, Killian Jones. What made you come up with the pirate story?" she asked, her smile coy.
He huffed out a chuckle, his hand scratching behind his ear. The move was something her Killian did, especially when he was embarrassed or shy. It made her heart constrict. No matter what, he was still in there. No curse or memory spell would take that away from him. She was so caught up in her own thoughts, again, she almost missed what he said. "-came to me in my dream. It felt so real, like they were my memories, from a past life or something."
Emma looked up sharply, wondering if he actually remembered something. "Dreams? What kind of dreams?" she asked, hoping her tone conveyed mild curiosity and not the desperation that she felt.
He hesitated, and Emma hoped that he wasn't regretting telling her. "Oh, just dreams, you know? That I was a pirate captain, Captain Hook," he huffed, holding up his prosthetic. "Maybe my subconscious was trying to make me feel better about my lack of a hand," he tried to joke, but Emma could sense the pain in his words. And so she did something she often used to do back home. She grabbed both his hand, real and prosthetic, in her hands, holding them with equal tenderness.
"You don't need to play it off, Killian. It's alright to mourn a loss," she whispered, hoping that she was not overstepping. She was not used to stepping on eggshells around him, it was so odd for her to be careful of how familiar she was with him.
Thankfully, he did not seem to be offended by her forwardness, instead smiling at her gratefully. "Thank you, Emma. That was kind of you to say."
She squeezed both his hands, her own heart swelling. It had been far too long since she could touch him, that something as simple as hand-holding made her want to never let go. A voice at the back of her head told her to get it over with, to give him his memories back. That he would want that, knowing Alice was in danger. Despite what Alice had told her, she really did want to, But he had been selfish once, forcing this on them. It was her turn to be selfish, to have this moment with him, just for a while, and not worry about Gothel or the curse or anything else. Just for a moment.
He would hate her for it later, she knew. But she had to do what was right, for her, just once.
-/-
Emma and Killian had spent the rest of the afternoon, and most of the evening, talking, sharing a couple of bottles of wine between the two of them. Emma listened, enraptured, as he told her about his travels. And Killian in turn asked her about her volunteer work, and she told him as much as she could without sounding crazy. They parted ways, albeit quite reluctantly, with each other's numbers in their respective phones, with a promise of him calling her soon.
She walked back to where she was staying, a large smile on her face. She was practically skipping! But much like all good things, her happiness too was short lived. She rounded a corner, and ran into the last person she was expecting to see.
"Gothel," she gasped, her hand flying to her ring, and drawing power from it. But before she could react, Gothel drove her hand through her chest.
"Well, well, well. If it isn't Princess Emma," she taunted, squeezing Emma's heart and making her wheeze at the pressure, her hand clutching Gothel's arm, trying to get her to budge.
"Let- let me go."
"I might not be able to take your heart, Princess. But for what I have planned, I don't need to remove your heart. I just need to poison it."
Emma struggled in her hold, her eyes tearing up. "You can't stop me," Emma panted, shouting in pain when Gothel's vile magic entered her heart.
"Oh, this is just to subdue you, dear. I'll find Killian before you'll get a chance to warn him." And with that, she pulled her hand out of Emma's chest, leaving her slumped against the wall, struggling to catch her breath. "You should have taken the chance when you had it, dear. Didn't your mother teach you not to dawdle?"
Emma clutched at her chest, feeling the poison do its work. Despite the pain she was in, Emma couldn't help the relief that spread through her. She might have waited to tell Killian the truth, but she was not a fool. He was protected by a very strong cloaking spell, and it would take Gothel a while to break it. Emma just hoped that she would recover before Gothel managed to find Killian.
That was her last thought before the world turned dark and Emma lay slumped against the alley wall, alone and powerless.
-/-
Later that night, Killian's dreams were plagued by the same blonde woman. But this one was much different that the other dreams. The little girl, Alice, who called him Papa was not there. It was just the blonde, with her back turned to him, still. But before he could resign himself to the fact that he would yet again wake up before he could see who she was, she turned, making him gasp out loud when he saw her face.
"Emma," he said, breathlessly. "I knew it."
"Run," she whispered back. "Run!"
Killian gasped awake, a sharp pain radiating through his chest. But despite the pain, and abruptly waking up, he remembered his dream very clearly. The blonde from his dreams was real, it was Emma.
Which meant….Which meant Alice must be real too.