A/N: Love you all for reading this :)

Disclaimer (Because I forgot it before): ouat is most definitely NOT mine. Ha. Ha-Ha. Funny.

"Mary-Margaret?"

The teacher looked up at Emma from behind the bars.

"We haven't really talked before, I'm Emma-"

"I remember you, dear." She said sweetly. "You once came to my class to talk about being a sheriff."

Emma blushed. "I didn't think you'd remember this."

"You don't have many people that ever do, do you?" Observed Mary-Margaret sadly after a long silence.

The shade of red in Emma's cheeks darkened.

"Mary-Margaret-" she began, only to be interrupted right away.

"I didn't do it." Whispered the older woman. "I didn't kill her. Please, Emma, you have to believe me. No one else seems to."

Emma's heart broke at the painful sincerity in her voice. "I believe you, I know." Whispered Emma. "I know you didn't kill her."

A sob escaped Mary-Margaret's trembling lips.

"I am going to do everything I can to get you out of this." promised Emma.

"Thank you. Thank you," cried Mary-Margaret. She held out her hand for Emma to take it. Emma grasped it and sqeezed it lightly with a tired smile.

And suddenly she saw the look she saw on Jones' face after she kissed him on Mary-Margaret's features.

She drew her hand back. What the hell was going on around her?

"I have to go." She mumbled.

"Yes." Said the teacher, obviously overwhelmed by something. "You should probably go."

-xxx-

She noticed the detective outside the sheriff station, gazing at her oddly as usual. But she was way too confused and tired to just ignore him like an adult.

"What the hell do you want from me?!" she yelled at him. "Why do you keep looking at me this way?!" She has had enough. Of this day, of this world, of him.

"Emma, please-"

"Don't call me that." She growled. "I don't know you. What do you want?"

He looked frustrated. Suddenly he rushed towards her and crashed his lips on hers. She shouted in surprise and shot her knee up to his groin as hard as she could. He jumped backwards, practically howling in pain.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"

"It was a long shot." he breathed out. "We need Hook. Hook can make you remember. Emma, find Hook-"

"Hook?" she blurted out. "Are you even listening to yourself? You're completely insane!" He looked desperate when he looked at her. "Stay away from me." She warned.

The detective, August, sighed deeply. "Emma, please, you have to-"

"No. I don't." She clearly stated before turning firmly on her heels and walking away, even angrier and more confused than before.

He didn't know what hit him.

Seeing her kissing that stupid git made him burn with jealousy, a feeling he rarely experienced. Seeing her stroking the girl softly, all motherly and gentle, made him feel as if his heart was swelling.

He told her his name, an act which made her the first woman to know it since… Since. And the way it slipped from her lips nearly drove him mad with happiness, for a reason he couldn't quite put his finger on.

When she revealed her pain to him earlier, he wanted nothing more than to take every last bit of it from her, to make her happy.

He didn't feel this way since her. The her.

And the fear of more loss was almost big enough to swallow that feeling.

Almost.

-xxx-

His reaction to her confession pleased her. He didn't look at her differently, now that he knew about her past. She was beyond greatful about that.

But right now, she had a curse to escape.

"You still haven't told me what are you going to do about the curse I told you about." She said in a low voice. They were sitting in a dark booth in the tavern.

He bit his lip. "That's because I truly don't know, lass."

"You could just come to Neverland with me." She offered, her eyebrow raising.

He smirked at that. "Would you like that, love?" he asked. To her honest surprise she found out she really would. What happened to her?

"What if I said that I would?" she purred flirtatiously. He laughed.

"I can't refuse to a direct request from a lady, now can I?" his eyes shimmered playfully. He wanted her to ask him.

"Is that so? Well," she hummed. "I want you," She leaned across the table that separted them, her gaze pinned to his eyes. "to come to Neverland," Her fingers pulled him towards her by the collar of his shirt. "with me." She finished, her head so close to his he couldn't focus on her features.

When her lips brushed over his they both knew it was the truth.

There was nothing playful or seductive in her expression now. Only sweet honesty. She trusted him, he could feel it in the stability she radiated with in his arms.

"What is it?" he mumred when they pulled back for air and she loked at him strangely.

"I'm terrified." She simply said.

She didn't need to explain further than that. He understood perfectly.

"Me too, love." He brushed a locke of blonde hair off her face. "But I'm willing to try."

"Good, me too." She breathed out and placed her lips on his again, moving to his side of the table. Everything was warm in their little bubble, warm and good.

Shouts from outside the tavern separted them. She turned quickly, her hair flying around her face like a halo, and her hand automatically reached for her sword. She looked at him and he nodded. They both ran out to see what was going on.

Someone was on the deck of Queen Anne's Reveange. And her men were passed out around him. Fury burned in her blood. No one, no one, was getting anywhere near her ship and crew if she didn't approve. And the invader will pay.

"Oi!" she growled. "I think you messed with the wrong pirate. No one touches my ship, no one touches my crew." People's eyes widened and they cleared the way for her to pass as they recognized her for who she was. The Black Swan, the most fearsome woman to ever sail the open seas. And someone was going to suffer.

"Face me, coward." She spat, drawing her sword and boarding her ship.

Killian didn't miss the glances she sent to her men, the relief in her face when she found them all to be alive.

Her enemy did as she commanded. She gasped silently.

He had no face.

"What are you, creature?" she attempted to find out, but his blade flashed and wounded the arm in which she held her sword. Blood ran down her good arm and she growled in pain and swiched hands. "Well, at least you've got a chance now," she chuckled, ignoring the powerful pain.

Their swords clashed. She fought hard, ignoring the black spots that appeared in her field of view. His blade tore the skin of the side of her chest and she howled in pain and thrusted her blade mercilessly into his chest, once, twice, three times.

He exploded into a huge amount of yellow dust.

She hoped it was painful.

In a second, she lost her balance and fell on the hard wooden deck, not caring that her blood was probably staining it.

As her closing eyes searched the crowd for any sign of him, she noticed he wasn't there.

In fact, he disappeard minutes ago, when the battle has just begun.

He re-appeared miles away, in a castle he didn't know, but with a man he knew all too well grinning at him wickedly.

"Well, long time no see, dearie."

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