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"Don't you think it was extremely foolish to tell her about the curse?"

Regina smiled at the old king's question. "No," she simply said.

"But she would go warn her parents-"

"I can guarantee you she won't."

"But-"

"She won't. She's heartbroken, alone, and most importantly- a pirate. She has no one to love but herself now. Why would she want to save the parents who stopped looking for her, who gave up on her?"

King George frowned, clearly not used to being interrupted in the middle of a sentence and not happy about it. "But if you are certain she won't stand in our way, why not just have her cursed like everyone else? She won't have her memories-"

"But she can help others get theirs back. She's the product of true love. She's powerful. Dangerous. She's probably the only one that can be a threat to the curse itself."

"So everything you told me to do… Was in fact to help her get away?"

"Exactly." smirked Regina. "I do believe it's time for us to get our happy endings."

King George raised his glass.

He woke up with the worst headache he had had in a very long time, but the confusing new memories were still there and all he could think about.

A knock on the door pulled him out of his thoughts. He didn't know if it was his place to answer it, but since Emma was clearly not home, he did.

Claire was fairly surprised to find him there.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Jones?" She asked.

"Umm…" he didn't actually know what to say.

"Is Emma home?" She asked, looking over his shoulder for any sign of her.

"Isn't she at work? at the station?"

She shook her head no. "I checked."

The memory of her in his arms flickered in his mind, again. He seemed to be clinging to it for some reason, as if it was just a tiny bit of something bigger he wanted desperately to discover. He was so lost in his thoughts he almost missed Claire's amazed gasp. Almost.

His heartbeats quickened as he wished as hard as he possibly could that she was going to say what he thought she was. To confirm he wasn't crazy.

"You remember!" she caled out, pointing at him impulsively.

Relief washed over him as she did that.

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"So- these- memories. are they real?" He asked later, when she was inside, sitting on the couch.

"I wasn't really sure at first, but now I know it happened to you too! it can't possibly be a coincidence!"

"But the things I have seen… Remembered, they can't be real."

"Not in this world, maybe."

His eyebrows shot up at the idea.

"When I first got a bunch of memories, it didn't feel like simply getting them. It felt like they were mine before, as if they were taken from me and given back."

He ran his fingers through his hair. "It sounds completely mad, lass. You're talking about stolen memories from another world. People would think you've gone utterly crazy-"

"But you know I'm not. I can see it your eyes, it felt the same way with you."

It did. And he was terrified.

"I first felt it when Emma hugged me." She said, her questioning look making his cheeks turn red. "I kissed her." he mumbled, not really knowing why was he embarrassed nor why is he telling such things to a girl he barely evem knew.

"I gain new memories every time I hug her, and even more when she hugs me. It's a bit odd, but at least we know now that everything has something to do with her, and even though it's not much, it's a start."

"a start of what?" he snorted. "What do you thonk we're going to do about all this?"

"I don't know." She said. "But do you really think you can just drop it? Even if you wanted to?"

He knew he couldn't.

"We have to investigate. we have to get more of our memories back." she stated, and he flinched as he suddenly remembered she said kissing him was a mistake. "I'm afraid I won't be able to do that, lass."

"Why not? You told me that you two kissed plus you're staying here, so I figured-"

"No! I mean- it's not like that." He blushed sheepishly. "She's… She's doing me a favor."

"Oh." She thought for a second. "But you could kiss her again, she's probably-"

"No, she made it quite clear she regretted kissing me."

"Oh," said Claire again.

"Could you tell me- what did you see?" He asked awkwardly. "I mean- if it's not too-"

"I remember sword fighting and ball gowns, a castle with huge gardens and horses in the biggest stables you could possibly imagine." She sighed with pleasure as she dug through the memories. "It's was like a fairytale."

"Aye." He said, thinking about the sea he saw in his newly gained memories, the clothes and landscapes that was entirely different from everything he knew. "I know what do you mean."

"I knew I wasn't crazy." Exclaimed Claire, tucking a locke of black hair behind her ear.

"Something definitly is." he muttered.

"Definitly is what?" Asked Emma and got out of her boots, leaving them near the door.

"Nothing, really. Mr. Jones told me I could wait for you here. You weren't at the station." Said Claire, swiftly changing the subject.

"Yeah, Mayor Mills needed to see me. What do you need me for, kid?"

"To bring you this. I ran into Mother Superior this morning and she wanted me to give you this. For helping them pay the rent, I think." Said Claire and handed her an envelope. Emma blushed.

"They've already paid me back… They shouldn't have-" She mumbled as she pulled out a greeting card, the shade of red that stained her cheeks darkening.

"They seem to like you," laughed Claire.

"I'm not that likable." She muttered, a bit embarrassed.

Claire chuckled lightly. "I have to go." She hugged Emma, and Killian could see her arms lingering around her just a little bit more than necessary, her eyelids fluttering

"Goodbye, Mr. Jones." She said.

"Goodbye, lass." He replied, smiling at the girl's quick steps. "I can see now why have I thought she was your child. you look quite alike." He added.

Emma shrugged, clearly greatful he didn't mention the previous night's events.

"What did the mayor want from you, Swan?" He asked as he got up to get glasses of water for both of them, a difficult task considering he only had one hand.

"She wanted me to meet the DA. Spencer something. He was always here, I don't know why would she suddenly decide to introduce us. Maybe someone's getting sued." She accepted a glass of water from him, eyeing him nervously. "Jones, about last night-"

"We don't have to talk about it, Swan. I don't want my stay here to be uncomfortable for you." He said. She nodded.

"Thanks." She said.

Hours later, when he let himself analyze the memory of her in his arms he mannaged to recognize the almost-foreign warmth that was spreading in his chest when he did so.

He had loved Emma Swan.

And she loved him back.

He needed to know more.

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