Killian woke up the next morning after having one of those weird dreams. Lately most of his dreams involved around Emma. They were sailing, riding a horse or dancing the night away. He always liked the one's where it was just him and Emma, when they were just close to each other, when he could just hold her and she would feel safe in his arms. But then he would wake, remember that is was just a dream and Emma was now just a pillow.

But tonight was different. He did hold Emma, but she was sad. They lost something and he was trying to comforted her about it. Then they were surrounded by purple smoke and he woke up. It seemed all so real, like a memory. He closed his eyes and focused. He was missing something, but what?

He opened his eyes again and sat up. He let out a sigh as he stepped out of bed. He put on the first shirt and pants he saw, he wasn't in the mood to shower or brush his teeth. He walked down the stairs in a hurry. He never stayed in his house longer then needed. The only thing he did was sleep, shower and changed his clothing. He always ate at Granny's. The house was just too big for one person, but he couldn't sell it. The house belonged to his family ever since it was build, he couldn't be the one to break tradition.

He thought back when he asked Sophia if she wanted to stay with him as he walked out the front door and locked it. Perhaps it was the desperation of loneliness, but he was really disappointed when Emma said it was probably a bad idea since she didn't know him. It was just… like he knew Sophia or something. Felt he had to protect her from any harm. And sometime when he looked at her is almost looked like Emma was staring back at him.

Sometimes he allowed himself to wonder over his dreams, what would happen if he had a future with Emma? Would they be happy? And if they had a child… would it look like Sophia? She did have his ears and hair and Emma's eyes and…. No. He shouldn't think about that. Sophia was a total stranger who he just met. With the same last name…

He shook his head. It was crazy, just a crazy fantasy that would never come true. While he was lost in his thought his feet carried him to the diner. He entered it an saw Sophia sitting in one of the booths, smiling at her phone. She had a plate with pancakes that were half eaten laying before her. Before he knew what he was doing he walked over to her and sat before her on the other side of the table.

"Who's the lucky lad?" he found himself asking.

She looked up, surprised to see him, "what do you mean?"

"Well, you were smiling at your phone so I figured that you were texting your boyfriend."

"I don't have a boyfriend."

"Why not?" he asked before thinking, "my apologies, it's not my place to ask you such questions." He scratched behind his ear and looked at the table. What was it with him today? First this dream, than those crazy ideas and now he was sitting before a girl he met yesterday, asking personal questions. He really lost his mind.

"No, it's okay," Sophia said and gave him a smile which he returned, "I don't have a boyfriend because all boys are idiots. I rather wait for the right person then spend my life being emotional over every breakups I would go through if I say yes to every idiot who asks me."

That's my girl. He frowned at the thought, why would he think that? She wasn't his in any way. But somehow he felt pried of how she handled such things.

"Is everything okay?" she asked.

He looked up and met her gaze, "uhm… yeah, I'm-" he stopped himself when he looked in those emerald eyes that where so similar to Emma's. something went through his mind, like a memory. An memory of him and Emma standing in a nursery. She was standing before him and gave him a baby. In his memory he looked down at the baby and saw the same eyes he was looking at now.

"You're remembering," he heard Sophia whisper after a while.

"Remembering?"

Sophia looked around the diner, then turned back to him, "come, this is not the place to discuss this." She stood up, grabbed her bag and walked to the door.

"Discuss what exactly?" he asked as he followed her out the diner.

"I'll explain everything, but first we have to go somewhere where no one can hear us."

Killian nodded as he followed her, not allowing himself to think of anything until he had heard her explanation.

The ship had just docked and Snow and Emma where saying their goodbyes to the crew. After a week most of them became good friends with them. Emma pulled away from a hug with Mr. Smee.

"Keep safe, Miss," he said.

"I will, thank you Smee," she smiled, she was going to miss him, she was sure of that. She turned and saw the captain watching her. He looked away as soon as their eyes met. She walked over to him, he looked up as she came closer and stopped a few feet away from him, "I guess this is goodbye then."

"Aye," he nodded, looking at her but not meeting her eyes, "I wish you safe traveling for the rest of your trip."

"Thank you"

It was silent for a moment before Emma opened her mouth and took a step closer, "I still owe you that kiss, remember?" Ever since their almost kiss she couldn't get it out of her mind. There was a spark between them, she knew that, but he had been avoiding her the inspire week. She knew she would probably never see him again, this was her last change and she was going to take it.

He shuffled on his feet, still not looking her in the eye, "you don't have to-"

"What if I want to?" she cut him off and his eyes finally locked with hers. She took two more steps, grabbed him by his labels and yanked him down for a kiss. After a moment she felt his hand come up behind her back as he pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. One of her hands moved up behind his neck and tugged at his hair. It felt so right, like they were made for each other. She felt save in his arms, save and at home. She didn't want it to end but sadly it did when he pulled away, heavy breathing, resting his forehead on hers.

"That was…" he didn't finish but she knew what he meant because she felt it too.

"Yeah…" she breathed, "goodbye"

She took a step back, then another, slowly taking her leave. After a few more steps she turned and left. She could have sworn she heard a soft 'Goodbye, Swan' from behind her. Somehow it was much harder to say goodbye to him then she thought. He had been avoiding her all week and still she felt a single tear running down her face at the thought of never seeing him again.

Sophia and Killian sat on a bench at the docks. Sophia had showed him the book and told him everything. Now he just sat there, bend over, looking at his hands. She knew it was a lot to take in but she just wanted him to say something, anything. So when he finally did she felt a tiny bit of weight leave her shoulders.

"So… if I'm Captain Hook, why do I have 2 hands?" he asked, not looking up.

"Uhm… well, it was a wedding gift from Regina to restore your hand."

He nodded but said nothing for a long while, longer than before. Then he stood up, taking a deep breath and looking over at her with an raised eyebrow, "you coming?"

She looked at him questioning, "to where exactly?"

"My place"

"Why?"

"To discuss the best way to break the curse of course."

She felt a smile curling up her lips as she put the book back in her back and practically jumped of the bench. The entire walk to his house he was quiet and she was watching him closely. Halfway, as they turned a corner she bumped in to someone.

"Sorry, I-" she began but didn't finish as she saw who she bumped in to. Arthur gave her a wicked smile and she felt herself getting just an inch closer to her father, wanting him to comfort her. When she looked up at Killian she saw he was angry. If looks could kill.

She straightened herself, trying to be brave and not let this man taker her down, she was stronger than that. Somehow it helped that her father was by her side. Arthur's gaze was still fixed on her, giving Killian the time to put on a fake smile, "Ah! Mayor! What a lovely surprise to see you." She could hear the slightest bit of sarcasm in his voice, but apparently Arthur didn't.

"Mr. Jones," he said with a nod and turning his attention back to Sophia. "and Miss….?"

"Clara," she heard Killian say before she could say anything, "Clara Oswald, you know the mayor, right?"

Sophia blinked a few times before she said, "Uhm… yeah, sorry for yesterday, I… forgot! Yeah I forgot something very imported and had to go." It helped that her father was at her side, she felt stronger. The good night sleep also helped her keep her posture.

"Well, Clare, it's nice to meet you, welcome to Storybrooke," Arthur said but she could read between the lines, he was suspecting something.

"It was… nice to see you again, but I'm afraid we really have to get going," Killian walked past Arthur and Sophia followed close behind. She gave Arthur one last glance over her shoulder and saw him staring at her. As quickly as she could she looked away, walking just a bit faster and only slowed down when she was right beside Killian. After a few second of silence she finally spoke up.

"Clara Oswald? Really?"

"I have you know that she is one of the best companions of The Doctor. If you weren't born in the Enchanted Forest I would have probably named you after her," she smiled at the seriousness in his voice.

"And what if he had seen the show?"

"He hasn't"

"How do you know?"

Killian suddenly stopped and turned to Sophia, "if he had he would be my best friend because no one in this bloody town seems to watch it." Sophia couldn't help the laugh that escaped her and the certainness in her father's look didn't help either. "What?" she kept laughing and he scratched behind his ear.

After her laughter died a bit she continued walking. Killian fell into steps beside her again and they walked in a comfortable silence. One in a while she let out a small giggle and she could see out of the corner of her eye that the corner of Killian's mouth went up just a bit.

Snow and Emma walked away from the docks, waving one last goodbye before disappearing into the forest. Snow looked at her daughter and noticed her gaze was unfocused and her shoulders tense.

"Emma, are you okay?" she asked. Emma snapped out of her trance and her shoulders relaxed just a bit.

"I'm fine, just lost in thoughts," she gave her mother a fake smile. Snow knew that smile but didn't comment about it. Instead she just put a bright smile on her face as she walked before Emma and stopped her.

"Do you remember the story's I always told you about Camelot?" she said, trying to lift her daughters spirit.

Emma nodded, "yeah, why?"

"Tell me which one is your favourite story"

Emma looked at her questioning, "the one of the Middlemist flowers, you know that."

"Of course I know, now tell me your favourite part"

"When the man surprises his love with the beautiful field and they dance in the field under the full moon. I don't get it, why are you asking me this?"

"Because the legend of the two lovers may be fake but the field is real and in two nights there will be a full moon."

Emma's mouth fell open and Snow saw the disbelieve in her eyes. Ever since Emma was little and Snow told her about the field of Middlemist flowers for the first time, Emma was in love with the story and wanted to visit the field one day, at a full moon. While she grew up Emma lost hope in ever seeing the field and after a while she lost the believe that the field was even real.

"You mean- we are- " Emma gaped at her mother. All the tension in her shoulders from before was gone and only joy and happiness could be found in her figure. Snow bright smile turned even brighter if it was possible as she saw the enthusiasm of her daughter.

Emma pulled Snow in a hug, whispering over and over again 'thank you'. Snow hugged her back and after a while pulled away to grab her daughters hand and lead to way, "come on, if we want to make it before tomorrow night we have to hurry."

Emma nodded in excitement and followed her mother as they half walked, half ran through the forest.

Killian opened the door to his house and entered. Sophia closed the door behind her and looked around the large house. On her left was the kitchen and on her right the living room. Right in front of her was a closet door and the stairs to the next floor. Killian walked to the kitchen, opening a cupboard and pulling out two glasses. "I don't have much but I hope you like water, or would you rather prefer water?"

"Water is fine," she said as she sat down on one of the chairs at the dining table. She looked around the house. It was sombre and empty, a thin layer of dust lay on the table. Suddenly she realised why he wanted her to stay with him, "are you lonely?" she found herself wondering out loud.

She heard Killian sigh, "Maybe a bit." He placed her glass with water in front of her and sat down next to her. "So, how do you plan to break this curse?"

"Do you really believe me?"

"Maybe, I don't know. It seems to make sense, why I have these weird dreams, why I always feel so connected to Emma, why you look like a perfect mix of Emma and me…" he looked at his glass. "I would like it to be true, to know that Emma and I are more, but… it's just a lot to take in, you know?"

She nodded in understanding. She was actually surprised by how well he took it. They sat there for a while in silence before Sophia spoke up, "tell me about the Emma in this world, what is her story? What is the story of you two?"

Killian was silent for a while, "she came to town a few years ago, I fell for her the moment she first walked into Granny's. I tried to get her attention but the town sheriff at that time had the same idea. They dated for a while until he died of a sudden heart attack. She became the new sheriff and was single again. I waited for a while before asking her out but she said that she wasn't looking for a relationship and probably never would." He frowned at the fake memories. "Then the only way to get her attention was to get in trouble and have her arrest me. This has been going on for quite some time know," he turned his head to her, "until you showed up at the sheriff station yesterday."

Sophia nodded, taking in the information she had. It appears that Emma has walls, walls that get stronger after every person she loses. "I need you to make her fall in love with you again."

"How?"

"Like in the story, challenge her, then take your distance and let her come to you. Part of her is still the same as she was before the curse. Every reminder of your past lives will trigger something and could bring back memories or forgotten feelings, you have to try."

He nodded and was silent for a while, "I just hope that would be enough."

A/N: wow long chaptert! hank you all for following and leaving a review, it really helps alot. tell me what you would like to see happen next. :)