Chapter 3
"I may not be able to kill you, but I can stop you from trying to do anything to get in our way," he was only looking at Emma, he watched as she started choking, and instead of her falling to the ground from lack of oxygen, she just kept choking, kept feeling the pain of dying over and over again. His eyes started to water, it was the worst thing he had ever witnessed in his long, long life.
"That's enough!"
"What are you doing?"
"Being the man I want to be!" He took Excalibur and pulled the dark ones into the sword, he could the hate and pain running through the blade.
"Killian, no! You can't do this!" Emma had tears streaming down her face, looking at her was more painful than anything that was about to happen. He felt the words come of his mouth but all he could hear, see, think of was the woman standing in front of him. She put her lips on his, the sensation seared onto his lips. He nodded, he was ready, this was his fault, it was time to pay the price. Emma lunged forward with Excalibur…
Killian shot up from the bed, hyperventilating and sweating all over. It was a dream, but it was also real, his body telling him he should be dead right now. No, it couldn't mean anything like that. It was a nightmare. On Emma's side of the bed the alarm clock read 4:45pm. 'Emma mustn't be home yet. He needed to move around, Killian opened the door and went to go downstairs. He was half way down the stairs when he heard the keys turn in the front door. "Oh hey, you're up," Emma said smiling up at him with a bag of groceries in one arm and a duffle bag in the other. That smile, that was the reason he was alive.
"Need a hand, love?"
"Uh yeah actually, there's just one other bag of groceries in the back of the car," Killian kissed Emma on the cheek and walked out the car, "Thank you!" Emma called after him.
They started to pack away the groceries together, "sorry it took me so long, I ran into Leroy at the grocery store and you know how he is, he never shuts up."
"I only woke just before you walked in, so perfect timing I'd say."
"How did you sleep?"
"Fine, love." Killian smiled at her.
"You're a terrible liar,' Emma teased.
"It was okay, really Emma," Killian said coolly.
"Okay, well if you want to talk about it we can. I'm here whenever you need me." She was so consistently understanding; it was something that used to get on Killian's nerves but right now he appreciated it more than anything.
"It might not be anything; I guess we'll see tonight." Killian reassured.
"Okay, well I got pasta for dinner, so I hope that's ok?"
"You're going to cook?" Killian raised his eyebrow quizzically.
"It happens!"
"I'm going to want to watch this," Killian pulled out a chair from the dining table facing the kitchen.
"Really? And you know anything about cooking?"
"Believe it or not I am not a bad cook at all, I'd even say my cooking is quite good. I know nothing of this 'pasta' you're talking about however."
"It's Italian."
"What?"
"Sit down, I'm cooking."
"As you wish."