Previously on Life in the Jolly Roger...
"EMMA! EMMA? Emma, please say something," Killian pleads. Neal reads off the address to this place.
"It was just her leg this time, next time I'll slit her throat. I hope you can get here fast lover boy," Neal smirks and hangs up the phone. He turns to her.
"And now we wait," he says as he walks out of the room once again. Emma sits there wondering if she will ever see Killian again.
Emma can't help but to stare at the knife still in her leg. Blood is slowly seeping into the fabric of her jeans. The blood stain slowly gets bigger and bigger. The door slams and Neal has returned with yet another knife, great. How the hell are we getting out of this? She knows she'll die, but she hopes it's not in front of Killian. He couldn't handle that. Not after everything that happened with Milah. Neal walks up behind her and places a hand on one shoulder and rests the knife on the other.
"Lover boy is almost here, ready to die?" he teases. She holds her tears in. Killian can't see her like this, She just has to suck it up. About a minute later Killian burst through the door. Worry is written across his face. He steps closer and Neal places the knife to her throat. Emma whimpers and Killian stops in his tracks.
"You stay right there," Neal snears.
"What do you want Neal? To kill me? Well go ahead, but let Emma live," Killian holds his arms out wide.
"No, please no. Kill me and leave him," Emma pleads. Neal just chuckles and shakes his head. He removes the knife and walks between the couple.
"You two are both so self sacrificing and it's great in all, but you're both going to get what you want." Emma furrows her brow and Killian holds her gaze, confused as well.
"You're both going to die," He moves back to Emma and cuts the bonds. He forces her to stand and she crumples to the ground. He makes her stand and she has to force all her weight onto one leg. He stands behind her. The knife goes back to her throat, "So, she's first."
This is it. This is my end. Tears are flowing down her cheeks and she never knew Neal would be the end of her, but here they stand at the end of the road. Killian runs for them and the door bursts open. U.S. Marshals have surrounded the three of them. Marshal Whitmore steps forward his gun aimed at Neal.
"Now, we don't want someone getting hurt. Let Emma go and you can come with us," Marshal Whitmore says calmly.
"You don't understand. I'm not going anywhere with you people. I'll just go back to jail," he says and the knife presses a little harder against her throat.
"Well yes, that is my job. That's how this works," he keeps his voice calm.
"I'm not going back there," his voice trembles. He draws a small amount of blood with the knife and shot is heard throughout the warehouse. Emma has no clue as to where the shot came from. The knife clatters to the ground and Neal falls on top of her, dead. Blood trickling from a single hole in his head. Oh god he's dead. He's on top of me. Dead. Oh god. Emma tries to push him off her, but she's too dizzy and weak to get him off of her.
"Get him off of me. Get him OFF. Please someone help me," Emma pleads. Killian shoves him off of her and brings her in his arms. She's uncontrollably sobbing at this point.
"Love, shhh. He's gone. He won't ever bother us again. It's just you and me. It's okay," he moves the hair out of her face. Emma just cries into his shoulder. He picks her up gently when the ambulance arrives. He carries her into the ambulance and holds her hand the whole way to the hospital.
After the knife is removed and Emma gets all patched up. The doctors allow her to go home. With some pain killers thank god. Killian is sweet and patient the whole time. Even though she knows he's mad that she put herself in danger. Maybe I should say yes next time he asks me to marry him. She knows she will marry him, but the thought of being with someone forever is terrifying. He knows she has committment issues, so he knows what he has signed up for, hopefully. He carries her into their apartment and straight into bed. She snuggles up next to him.
"Do you feel any different?" she asks him.
"Different? How so?" Emma turns over to face him.
"Since he died. Do you feel different? How do you even feel about all of this?"
"I'm just happy he's no longer on this earth. You know how I felt about his sentencing. He did too much to you. To us. For me to ever be content with twenty five to life. He deserved his death," a frown appears on his face, "are you upset about his death?"
"Not really. Honestly I'm a little numb to it all. I might have to answer that question in the morning," Emma rolls over and turns off the lamp. Killian kisses her head and he drifts off to sleep. She can't fall asleep. She stares at the ceiling. She can't believe he's dead. That he died on top of her. His blood was literally on her. It wasn't a lot of blood, but still. She tosses and turns trying to not think of the events of the night. She gives in and takes some of the sleeping pills the doctor gave her and they allow her to drift into a dreamless sleep.
The next morning she wakes to the sound of her alarm clock. She groans and hits the snooze button. She hides under the pillow. Killian groans as well and wraps his arms around her waist. He pulls her to his side and she buries her face in his chest.
"It's so damn early, love. Why do we need to be up at this ungodly hour?" Killian protests.
"We have class and work. You have practice," she reminds him.
"You can't possibly so to class you were the hospital last night. The doctor said you needed to rest. Will you please listen to the doctor?" He pleads with her.
"Well how about this, I go to class and I won't go to work," she promises. He sighs, but nods.
"Alright, but I'm driving you to class," he says. She nods in agreement. About an hour later they are out the door and walking down to the parking garage. They hop into the Jolly Roger and off they go. Takes about five minutes to get to campus. Killian parks and she is about to open the door when he grabs her arm.
"What is it? Is everything alright?" she asks him.
"Of course. I just want you to call me if you can't handle it ok?" He asks and she nods.
"Promise me," he demands with raised eyebrows.
"I promise," Emma rolls her eyes and kisses him on the cheek, "I gotta go. Love you."
"Love you too. I'll be here after class," he states. Emma opens the door and carefully climbs out.
For once she's on time to class. Today they are talking about the impact of social media on journalism. At the end of the lecture she is once again pulled aside by Professor Hood.
"Emma, I just wanted you to know that your essay was chosen for the contest," he says. She stands there in shock for a moment.
"Really? That's amazing. I can't believe they picked my essay! I mean it was a good essay, but wow." Emma talks rapidly.
"You're very talented you shouldn't sound too surprised. Anyway there is a small dinner for the winner hosted for the winner. Many people in journalism will be there. I wouldn't be surprised if you approached to do an internship somewhere," he informs her.
"Wow alright, when is the dinner?" she asks.
"It's about a week from now. You get a plus one. Would you like to use it?" He asks.
"Yes, please."
"Alright, when I get more details I'll let you know," he says with a proud smile. She nods and heads out. As she leaves the building her leg begins to cramp. She clutches the railing and slowly moves down the steps. She manages to hobble over to a bench. Emma sits on the bench and pulls out her phone with one hand. The other hand is massaging her leg in an attempt to stop the cramping. There is no way she can make it to the Jolly Roger on her own. She sighs and dials Killian's number. He will rub it in her face that he was right and she was wrong. It rings and rings until he finally picks up.
"I know class is out I'll be there in like two minutes. Is everything alright?" He asks.
"No... My legs cramped up. I don't think I can make it to the Jolly Roger," she says timidly, waiting for him to get mad or tell her he was right. Strangely enough he doesn't do either of those.
"Okay, where are you?"
"On a bench in front of the English building," she grimaces through the pain.
"Be there soon," he says and hangs up. She gives up massaging her leg and just waits for Killian. A couple minutes later he strides up to the bench.
"Now, before I take you home what did we learn today?" He asks with a smirk on his face. Oh my god he is happy he was right. The smug bastard.
"Listen to the doctors," she mumbles.
"Very good. Now I can carry you to the car or you can use me for support and limp to the car. Your choice," he adds. Even though they both know what's going to happen.
"Support," she chooses, stubbornly. He just shakes his head and picks her up off the bench. She squeals and tries to protest even though she knew this was going to happen.
"Don't make it harder on yourself," he says as they stride towards the Jolly Roger.
"Some choice I had," she grumbles.
"Now, this is quicker and you know it."
"Damn you and your logic." He chuckles and sets her down in front of the Jolly Roger. He fishes the keys out of his pocket and unlocks the car. They climb in and head home.
That night at dinner she tries to casually bring up the contest.
"So, I forgot to tell you, but my professor told me that I won the essay contest and there's some kind of celebration dinner. I don't know I thought we could make a date night out of it," she says while playing with her food. She finally looks up at him and Killian is grinning ear to ear.
"Love, thats fantastic and of course we will go to the dinner. I am so proud of you," he leans across the table and briefly kisses her lips. She smiles and blushes.
"Thank you. The dinner is about a week from now, that's your bye week, right?" she asks.
"Yeah it is. What perfect timing. Hey, I was thinking that we should invite James and Ruby up for a weekend here soon before the season is over," he says.
"That's a great idea. I'll call Ruby tomorrow," she offers.
They finish up dinner and clean up. They decide to turn in early. That night her dreams are plagued by Neal. Everywhere she turns there he is dead with the bullet hole between his eyebrows. She keeps running and running until she trips and falls to the ground. He keeps moving toward her and she tries to back up, but it's no use. He catches up and tackles her to the ground.
"You killed me," he accuses. She shakes her head.
"No, it wasn't me. I didn't do it," she screams.
"Emma, Emma! Wake up," Killian shouts shaking her shoulders gently. Her eyes fully open and her heavy breathing begins to slow. Killian releases her shoulders and sits down on the bed. Slowly she sits up and Killian just waits for an explanation. She simply climbs into his lap and wraps her arms around his neck.
"It was just a dream. None of it was real," he murmurs as he rubs her back slowly.
"It just felt so real. I was so scared," she says. He holds her out from him a little bit. He wipes away a single tear, that she hadn't even noticed.
"It wasn't real. He will never bother us again. You want to try to sleep again?" he asks. she nods.
"Can you just hold me until I fall asleep again?" she asks tentatively.
"Of course, love." He kisses her forehead and they lay back down. He pulls her close to his chest. She falls asleep easily, knowing she is safe in his arms.
-KEKE-
Sorry from the long wait I hope you guys like it!
