A/N: Not much to go! Maybe one long or two short chapters and an epilogue. Lots of love ^_^

"August-"

"Emma, are you sure?"

"Yes." she sniffed, tears in her eyes. "I want you to go. You have to save yourself."

"Emma, I haven't left your side since you were born. I'm not sure I can-" he cleared his throat, fighting tears of his own.

"I hereby pass all the authority and benefits of being the captain of Queen Anne's Revenge to you, brother." She almost choked as she hugged him tight and burried her face in his shoulder.

"This is only temporary, Emma." He wiped a tear of her cheek. "I will find you, wherever this curse will send you, and once I will, Queen Anne's Revenge will have her true captain back."

Her crew mumbled in agreement that brought more tears to her eyes. She hugged each and every one of them before they boarded the ship and she watched it fall down the green whirpool the bean she kept hidden all those years created.

She fell to her knees as she watched her oldest friend disappear. Killian's warmth didn't fail to envelope her right away. As he walked her aboard the now empty Jolly Roger (his crewmen were on their way to Neverland as well) she suddenly bursted out laughing.

"What is it, love?" he asked her softly, the corners of his mouth tilting upwards at the sound.

"If I remember correctly, you once asked me to make my lieutenant captain and join your crew on the Jolly Roger." She explained, slowly calming down.

"Aye, love, that I did." He smiled at the memory. "I didn't mean it to be this way, though."

She laughed and kissed him, her hands coming around his neck and his around her waist, his hook pressed to her lower back.

"I regret nothing." She assured him in a whisper.

He kissed her forehead. "Neither do I."

-xxx-

They spent their days on the Jolly Roger, waiting for the curse to take them.

One sunny day, she found him lying on the deck, bathing in sunlight, his eyes closed. She couldn't help but grin at her pirate, who seemed to be completely carefree and enjoying himself, like a cat.

She got near him in silent steps, not wanting to disturb the peaceful state he was in, then lied down on the deck next to him, putting her head on his chest, listening to his steady, slow heartbeat.

She smiled as she felt his hand playing with her hair.

"Hello, love." She could hear the way his voice trembled in his chest and she liked it. his voice soothed her.

"Hey." She hummed. "Do you usually do this?"

She felt his deep chuckle all the way to her toes. "Not when I'm not alone. When I was in Neverland I used to try finding myself a sunny, isolated spot to think."

"Hmm."

"Do you know what I've been thinking?" he asked playfully.

"What?" her eyes mirrored the gleam that began to appear in his.

"This is exactly the spot where I had you like this-" he quickly shifted them so that she was beneath him, laughing uncontrollably. "when we fought."

"Yes, I remember." She chuckled and he lowered himself to kiss her.

"This is nice." She purred when he began kissing her neck. Suddenly she flipped them over so that she was on top of him, his back hitting the deck and a muffled urgh escaping his lips. "But I like it better this way." Her wounds were almost healed now so he alowed himself hold her more tightly against him.

Suddenly she sighed. "This isn't fair." she whispered and rolled off him, sitting up and covering her face with her hands.

"What isn't fair?" he asked, confused. "The curse?"

"No, what I am doing to you." She sighed. "You seem to be perfectly able to make me happy." He smiled at that. Smiled as if all he wanted to do forever was to make her happy. And this was making it ten times harder to say. "Yet I am not so sure about my ability to do so. I can't give you a family, Killian. I was poisoned a few days ago. I can't have children."

He sat up as well, gathering her in his arms and holding her tight against him. "I'm sorry." She whispered.

"My love, you have nothing to be sorry for." He replied, stroking her hair in a comforting manner. "I wouldn't have loved you more than I already do if you gave me children, nor do I love you less now that I know that you can't. I love you just the way you are."

"You love me?" her voice was little.

"Aye." He murmured into her hair. "I do."

"I love you too," she said.

He smiled at her lovingly and held her closer to him.

"I want to tell my parents about the curse." She said after a long silence.

"Really? Love, you haven't talked to them in-"

"Years, I know. But it feels like the right thing to do. Maybe there's something they can do about it. I mean, it's their kingdom after all."

"I think It's very brave of you, love."

She smiled at him and he got up. A cloud was covering their sunny spot anyway.

Or a least what seemed to be a cloud.

"What the bloody hell it this?"

"I think this is it," said Emma in shock once she recognized movment in the purple-green, huge, vicious-looking cloud.

It got closer to them by the second, sliding silently upon the ocean. "Don't let go." She pleaded and tightened her grip on him. He responded by drawing her impossibly closer, knowing that this curse will tear them apart.

"Love, listen to me." He said urgently. "Rumpelstilskin told me you were powerful, very powerful. You might actually have a chance at breaking this curse."

"I don't know how!" she said, a terrified look in her eyes.

"I trust you, Emma." He said, now scared as well.

The curse was all around them now, and tears were streaming down both their faces.

"Find me, Killian Jones." She whispered and kissed him hard.

-xxx-

Emma Swan woke up in Storybrooke, Maine.

"Mr. Jones." Said the mayor's voice.

"What can I do for you, Madam Mayor?" he asked, still baffled and sad about his convesation with Emma.

"I've been meaning to give you these." She handed him a basket full of pastries.

"What are they for?" he asked, suspicous and not really caring how impolite he sounded.

"Wasn't it the anniversary of your brother's death lately?"

He remained silent for a moment, shocked. He didn't tell anyone about this, not even Will. Well, accept Emma. "How do you know that?"

"Town records. I'm the mayor." She smiled. "My condolences."

"Thank you." He said, surprised.

He was flooded by the new memories he gained when she kissed him. It felt as if two different people were trapped inside his head, and he hated the feeling. He ate one of the pastries without really noticing while thinking about it.

He was found, not breathing, three hours later by Claire.

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