Authors Note: sorry for the long wait! I was so busy (ugh) and even then, I only got this chapter, which is sort of a filler chapter done. Don't lose faith though! The best is yet to come!
Q: What should Emma's and Killian's Storybrooke names be? I was thinking of keeping them the same, but changing the last names.
"David!" Snow called excitedly.
"Hold on a second Eric," David said to his friend. "Yeah Snow?" He shot his wife a quizzical look. She answered with a huge grin, which only made him even more confused. Snow reached both her hands up, cupping her husband's cheeks. Gently, she turned his head ever so slightly, just so Emma and Killian were in his view.
"Do you see it?" She whispered, smirking at the awed look on her husband's face.
"How can I not? It's amazing," he answered. As a matter of fact, every guest to the ball was staring at the couple, and what a sight it was. They radiated light, literally. The silvery light pulsed, and with each pulse, a gentle breeze blew across the room, though Emma and Killian were none the wiser. They danced like they were one, they're feet barely touching the ground. They danced like they were meant to be.
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In The Dungeon
Regina looked up from her hands, a smirk spreading across her face.
"Well," she cackled, "It's finally time. Thank the Gods, I didn't think they'd ever figure it out!"
The Next Morning
Emma awoke early the next morning, well rested, and refreshed, after the best sleep she had experienced in a long time. Gradually, she became aware of a body pressed up against her back, and arms wrapped around her midsection. Carefully, she turned to look at the offender, heaving a sigh of relief when she realized who it was.
"Morning love," he whispered, trailing his fingers idly up and down her spine.
"Good morning Killian," she responded, a smile gracing her lips. That smile slowly dissolved though, as she took in Killian's shirtless appearance, and her own state of half undress.
"Oh Gods, Killian tell me we didn't—"she started before he interrupted her.
"Why Princess! You know I am nothing less than a gentleman!" he scoffed, attempting to look offended. Emma let out another sigh of relief, before settling into his body, fitting like a missing piece of a puzzle.
"I know," she mumbled, closing her eyes again.
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It wasn't until several hours later that Emma awoke to Killian shaking her gently.
"Come on Swan, we have to get up," he whispered, moving to sit up against a pillow.
"Ugh," she groaned, rolling over, almost on top of him. "Five more minutes." Killian chuckled, rolling her back over carefully.
"It's already noon lass, I believe we both have business to attend to before the day is out," he reminded her. Suddenly, it all came back to her. The betrothal, the threat of war, and Killian's business with the navy, all of it. Another groan escaped her lips, but she sat up, rubbing her fingers against her temples.
"Shit," she muttered. Killian gave a nervous laugh, and Emma looked over at him curiously. He glanced back at her, but he was avoiding her eyes.
"Killian?" she asked.
"It's okay you know," he said softly, pulling his shirt over his broad shoulders, but not buttoning it. His answer only served to confuse Emma even more.
"What are you talking abo—Killian Edward Jones!" She yelled, as his meaning dawned on her. "After our conversation last night, did you really expect me not to call off the betrothal?" Killian suddenly seemed to find his feet very interesting.
"Uh—I—uh" he attempted to form coherent words, but failed, distracted by her anger… among other things. Emma sighed, exasperatedly. She waltzed across the room, and pressed her body against his, bringing herself nose to nose with him.
"You sir, are an idiot," she stated, before she pressed her lips to his. This kiss was less frantic then they're first one, but just as passionate, and just as full of love. He swiped his tongue on her bottom lip, asking for entrance, and she complied, opening her mouth ever so slightly. They fought for dominance, neither over powering the other. Out of nowhere, a flash of pain struck Killian, forcing him to pull away, clutching at his head.
"Killian," Emma said, her voice slightly panicked. He groaned.
Two people, from different vines
Cross paths, their destinies intertwined
Another pulse of pain radiated through Killian's skull. He moaned, his eyes tearing up, and his vision blurring.
"Killian!" Emma cried, not even trying to hide the fear in her voice. "Killian say something!" He tried to look up at her, but the dizziness over whelmed him, and he couldn't see her anyway, for his world was spinning.
One, a girl, born of true love
A boy born at sea, his heart from thereof
"Help!" he heard her call. "Anyone! Please!" his already blurred vision darkened around the edges. A pained cry escaped his lips.
"Killian," she whispered urgently, grabbing hold of his hand. "Killian you have to be okay." I can't lose him. Urgent footsteps thundered down the hall. The door to the princess' room was thrown open, and guards poured in.
A wandering soul
And a brave one
Destined to be together
But forever apart
Separated by tragedy,
Though they are two parts of the same heart.
Her voice whispering his name, was the last thing he heard, before everything went black.
AUTHORS NOTE: I know it's not the whole prophecy, and I wish I could've put a whole more action in this chapter, but it seemed like it wanted to end here, so I did. Again, sorry for the delay!