A/N: This is a short one.. Necessary though :) Only one chapter to go (and an epilogue) but this! I already plan the next story :D

Emma arrived at her neighbor's apartment, her feet bare and her hair rumpled, as soon as she heard Claire's scream.

"What happened?" she asked, alarmed.

"Look!" sobbed Claire and pointed at something in the dark.

She was pointing at the shadow of a person, Emma realized. A person who wasn't showing any sings of being alive.

She was pointing a Killian Jones's body.

Emma quickly got next to him, her heart beating fast in horror, and laid two fingers on his pulse point, desperately hoping to find any sign of a heartbeat, even the faintest.

She found nothing.

Claire's sobbing turned louder.

"Claire, Claire, sweety, I need you to look away now." Ordered Emma with tears in her eyes. "Go down to the street and call someone for help, okay?"

Claire nodded.

"Be brave, kid." She stroked her cheek in the most comforting manner she could possibly manage.

As Claire ran out, Emma broke down, crying silently.

He was dead.

Dead.

-xxx-

About ten minutes later Claire returned with the DA, who had a serious look on his face.

"Where is the poor fellow?" he asked in a sad tone. Claire's head shot in an almost unbelievable speed to look at him, frowning lightly.

"Such a tragedy," said the DA gravely as he looked at Emma and the body. "Were you close?"

"I think so," Whispered Emma. The last thing she said to him, that she would ever say to him, was an accusation of madness. She yelled at him to get away from her. She was so sorry. So, so sorry.

Claire's eyes suddenly widened and her hear shot up to look at the body and then at the DA, as if she was realizing something. Her blue eyes filled with horror.

"We would have had it handled with so much more properly if there wasn't the whole Mary-Margaret case. The trial is set for tomorrow morning. Your presence is requsted, of course, as sheriff."

Emma nodded.

"I have already called an ambulance. A brave little girl you have there, Ms. Swan."

"Yes."

When the ambulance came to take Killian's body away, once she was sure the DA was busy, Claire pulled at Emma's sleeve.

"Emma," she whispered. "I didn't tell him Mr. Jones died. I just called for help, just as you told me. How did he know?"

"I'm sure it's a misunderstanding, Claire, we're all upset right now." Emma blurted out, clearly holding back tears. She had no strength left in her to deal with Claire's theories.

"No, Emma, I'm sure something is wrong."

"Claire, please." Begged Emma, the first tears starting to fall now. "He just died. This is all wrong. But I need to take care of this now. Please."

Claire nodded and left, and she could finally cry.

-xxx-

"You idiot!" screamed Regina at King George. "What the hell were you thinking?! You weren't supposed to know! I shouldn't have told you, you halfwitted piece of useless- Ugrh!"

King George's face were as pale as a piece of paper. "I- I thought-"

"No, you didn't!" How did she even manage to get herself involved with such a thickheaded imbecile? "Now it can all go to hell! This princess, this Emma, she'll figure it out! She'll know everything!"

"She had just lost her love, I hardly think-"

"He isn't her love here, you idiot! That was the entire purpose of this thing! He's just her neighbor!" Her entire face was completely red and she looked more dangerous than ever.

"I don't think it's likely she'd think of the possibility of a sleeping curse before we'll bury him."

"Shut up!" hissed Regina. "Someone could be listening."

Someone was.

Claire was.

And she ran.

-xxx-

"Emma, Emma, please, I was right!" yelled Claire as she got back to the red eyed woman. "He's not dead, you have to save him!" she cried.

"Claire, his heart is not beating, he's not breathing-" sighed Emma. The conversations with Claire brought her to tears.

"Because he's under a curse, a sleeping curse!"

"Claire, sweety, you have to listen to me." Sobbed Emma. "This isn't a story. This is real. He's dead. I know-"

"No, he's cursed! And he's about to be burried alive!" cried Claire, desprate and scared. "Please, Emma, you have to believe me."

Emma shook her head and wiped tears off her cheeks.

"I'm sorry, Claire." She whispered. "I don't."

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