Chapter 5

Killian was bored. He walked back to the hotel from the station and tried to go back to sleep, hoping to dream of Emma, but he couldn't. After abandoning hope of rest, he packed his bags and called Smee. The phone rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hello?"

"Smee!" Killian heard a crash and a thump. "Did you just fall out of bed Smee?"

"Yes sir. What can I do for you?"

"Find me an earlier flight to Dublin. I want to leave within the hour."

"Of course sir."

"And make sure you call ahead to the house to Mrs. Potts and make sure it's ready."

"Yes sir."

It had only been two hours since he'd last seen her. He felt like some besotted teenager, angsty over the last time he'd seen his girl and how she looked and how her lips felt beneath his and…Grow up Jones! She said so herself, you will see her tomorrow. He received a text from Smee letting him know his flight was easily changed and that he'd meet him in the lobby with a car to take him to Galway City Airport.

He pulled on his sneakers and was tying them up when his phone buzzed. He grabbed it and the home screen said 1 NEW MESSAGE FROM SWAN. He swiped it open and it was a picture of her and August on the train. He was asleep and his head was leaning on her shoulder. His Swan still looked gorgeous with her hair askew and glasses that had slid down to almost the tip of her nose.

Swan: We're about to arrive at the first stop and he's out like a light. Practically a hunk of wood.

KJ: I envy Booth.

Swan: Why's that?

KJ: He gets to enjoy the most beautiful head rest I've ever seen.

Swan: Please...

KJ: Please what, Swan? I will never tire of telling you how beautiful I think you are.

Swan: I miss you.

Killian smiled as he stared at her words. She missed him but he was worried about the date they had the next day. He was going to tell her everything about his life hoping that, in turn, she'd tell him everything about hers.

KJ: Aye, I miss you too Swan.

KJ: Smee and I are leaving for Dublin in a few minutes, so I won't be able to get your messages until I'm home. Should only be an hour.

Swan: Okay. I've got wake up August right now anyways. Fly safe!

Killian grabbed his things and made his way to the lobby. When he was outside, he threw his own bag into the boot and slid into the car, followed by Smee.

"How was your evening sir?" Smee asked.

"Very good actually. I had fun." When he looked over at Smee, he noted that the other man was wringing his red knit cap in his hands. "Out with it Smee."

"Forgive me for saying sir, but I can't help but think you look somewhat despondent." There was no use denying him what was true.

"I miss her."

"Miss Swan? Emma?"

"Aye. Before yesterday, I hadn't seen her for three days after spending so much time with her. And now, that we're…well, something, I won't be seeing her again until tomorrow."

"I like her sir."

"So do I Smee. So do I." He watched as the car drove through Galway out to the airport when the idea came to him. He turned to Smee. "I have an idea. I wonder if you could do something for me."

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Emma would send him a picture every time she saw something she liked. He would respond with his usual endearments and sweet words that gave her butterflies. She was surprised how quickly she fell into this, whatever they were, with him. She knew there were things they needed to talk about and hopefully their first date would clear up so much of what was wholly holding her back so that she could truly be with him. Her and August had finally made it to Dublin and had just stepped off the train when she got a text.

KJ: Finally arrived home from the airport. You have no idea how happy I am to be sleeping in my own bed after spending so much time in that trailer, love.

Swan: I bet.

Swan: Just got to Dublin. Have to go bc August and I need to catch a cab. Will let you know when we're to the hotel.

She stuffed her phone in her back pocket and trailed after August. Emma stopped short when she saw a sleek black limo sitting at the curb.

"I wonder who that's for." She looked over at August and he was pointing to the driver.

"I think it's for you." She looked back and sure enough, the man was holding a sign that said SWAN.

"Uh, hi." She waved at the driver holding the sign. "That's me. I'm Emma Swan."

"Good afternoon Miss Swan. Mr. Booth." The driver tipped his hat to both of them. "My name is Chris and Mr. Jones sent me. I will take your bags and you get in." Emma left her things on the curb next to August's and slid into the limo. In the cup holder, nestled in a glass vase, were a dozen buttercups.

"I said it and I'll say it again: Killian Jones is smitten with you." Emma scoffed. "You don't believe it?"

"We've been over this. Every man I've ever been with has left me: Neal, Jamie, Walsh. What makes this any different? He'll leave me in the end." Chris got in the front of the limo and drove off from the station. Emma smiled into the rearview mirror and pressed the button to raise the divider.

"Emma, sometimes…" August ran his hands over his face. "I thought you liked him. You went to the thing last night with him and this morning…you made out with him in the middle of a busy train station. I can see it on your face: you like him just as much." Emma stared out the window as Dublin flew by.

"I won't deny that I do, but it's inevitable…he will leave me."

"Emma…"

"August, just don't. I want to be happy while I can, okay?"

"Fine." August wanted to say more, but Chris pulled into front drive of the Westbury Hotel in downtown Dublin. They were met by a valet who placed their bags on a cart and took them into the lobby, and August followed to get them checked in. Emma thanked Chris and followed August into the hotel, vase of buttercups in hand.

Emma was happy to find that she and August had adjoining rooms, she had a feeling that she was going to need him close by.

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After a short nap, Emma changed into a clean pair of jeans, plain white tee, and her red leather jacket. She popped in her contacts and put her sunglasses in hair, grabbed her purse and left August a note that she was going for a walk. She bought a pastry from a bakery and was walking past a newsstand as she ate when she saw it. Nestled in between a copy of the Irish Times and People Magazine was a trashy magazine with her and Killian on the cover, the picture was one of many from the premiere the night before.

When she looked over at the other trash mags, she saw several with the same picture on the cover: it was the one of them that had been taken before they walked in to the museum. The one where she'd looked at the camera but Killian had looked at her. All the papers had the same basic headline: KILLIAN JONES IN LOVE! FINALLY OVER MILAH! WHO'S THE LUCKY GIRL? Emma's chest suddenly felt heavy, like she couldn't breathe. She hurried over to coffee shop across from the stand and sat down at a table outside. When a waitress came to her table she simply ordered a hot cocoa with cinnamon and tried to get her breathing back to normal. It was then that her phone started ringing and she answered without looking at the caller ID.

"Yeah?"

"Swan?"

"Killian?"

"It's me love. I never heard from you, so I just wanted to make sure you made it okay."

"Oh! Yeah, yeah. Totally fine."

"Swan…I can tell you're lying. What's wrong?"

"Why would you say something's wrong?"

"I can read you like an open book." She heard him laugh lightly. "Swan, talk to me. What's happened?"

"You want to know what's wrong?"

"Yes love."

"I am on the cover of a ton of different gossip rags! Have you seen them today Jones?" She heard him yell for Smee in the background, to get on the internet and find what Emma had mentioned. "I knew this was bound to happen, but I can't…I can't deal with this attention Killian. It's too much! I'm lucky that no one recognizes me right now."

"I'm sorry…"

"I…oh Lord…I can't breathe right now." She was feeling the beginnings of a panic attack, like she used to get every time she was sent home from another foster home.

"Emma! Where are you?" He sounded panicked. "Tell me where you are right now!"

"I was out for a walk. I'm going back to the hotel. I'll talk to you later." She pulled the phone away from her face amidst Don't you dare hang up on me Swan! and tossed some money on her table. She was lucky enough to flag down a cab and he got her to back to the hotel quickly.

When she was safely back in her hotel room, she found August pacing while arguing with someone on the phone.

"No! She didn't tell me where exactly she was going! I'm not her keeper Killian. Because she's 25 years old and a grown woman!" he yelled as he spotted her. "Relax! She's here. I'll talk to her and have her call you, okay? Yes, I promise I'll make her call you. Bye." August tossed his phone on the bed and grabbed Emma by the shoulders.

"Hey big brother", was all she managed to say.

"Can you please tell me why I had to practically talk your non-boyfriend down from a ledge?"

"I saw a bunch of gossip mags with our pictures on the covers. Headlines were saying that Killian was in love and over some woman named Milah. I don't know what happened, but I started feeling like I couldn't breathe."

"Like when we were kids, in the system?"

"Yeah. The beginning of a panic attack. It didn't help that he called me right then." Emma pulled off her leather jacket and fell back onto her bed. "I just need to relax."

"I'll stay here with you, but you have to call him…and answer his texts before he blows up your phone." Emma's phone had been steadily beeping for the last 10 minutes.

KJ: Swan.

KJ: Swan, please talk to me.

KJ: Emma. How can I help?

KJ: Emma please. I'm very worried.

KJ: I'm getting in my car and I'm headed to the Westbury and we are going to talk.

KJ: I will see you in 30 minutes.

"This man is crazy." Emma showed August his messages.

"He cares about you! Text him back so he doesn't drive crazy and get himself killed."

"Fine!"

Swan: Killian. I'm sorry I scared you. I just freaked out. I'm not used to this kind of thing.

KJ: I'm still headed down. Like I said, we're going to talk.

KJ: Now, let me drive. You don't want me to end up plastered on the side of the road do you love?

Swan: Just be careful. I don't want you to get hurt.

KJ: Well love, you don't have to worry about me. If there's one thing I'm good at, it's surviving.

Emma felt herself relaxing, so she decided to sit down and watch some TV while she waited for Killian to arrive. She was flipping through the channels (the hotel had hundreds of them and some were from back home), watching some cooking show for a while, but then channel surfed and stopped when she saw her face flash on the screen. It was Entertainment Tonight and they were talking all about Killian Jones, his new girl, and the one that left him. Except the report was focusing on her and Killian and the anchors kept talking about how no one knew who she was and only that her name was Emma. They went on about the picture that was on the cover of all the magazines:

"He's been unhappy for so long. Everyone's seen it, but Mary, look at him. You can clearly see the love he has for this mystery woman, this Emma, it's written all over his face. It's in the way he looks at her, like she's the only one there, and the way he's holding her. I wouldn't be surprised if we hear of an engagement soon!"

Emma was practically hyperventilating again when there was a knock at the door.

"Swan?" It was Killian, but Emma couldn't get herself up from the couch where she sat. "Swan, it's me. Please let me in." She didn't move and could hear him get exasperated. Then she heard knocking on the door of August's room and muffled voices. The door that connected both rooms opened and Killian rushed in, kneeling in front of her.

"Let me know if you need me", August called from his room and shut the door.

"Swan, darling. Please talk to me." He caressed her cheek as he spoke and she moved her eyes to his.

"Who's Milah?" Killian dropped his hand from her face and scratched behind his right ear (like he always does when he's nervous, this can't be good). He looked away and was silent. "Killian, who is Milah?"

"First of all, I want you to know that she was something I was going to talk about when we went out tomorrow and that I had no intention of keeping her existence and what she meant to me a secret from you." He sat on the coffee table in front of Emma and wrung his hands together.

"You loved her." Emma didn't say it as a question.

"Yes. Well, at least I thought I did...at the time anyways." Killian looked up from his hands and at Emma. "She was my 'first love' and she was everything. She was older than me, but I didn't care. Life with her was grand and perfect. I was going to propose to her."

"What happened?"

"She never felt as I did. She told me that all she saw me as was a distraction. A way for her to have fun before she settled down with someone serious. Told me that my 'pretty face' would only get me so far. She left me for some rich banker…Something Carlyle or whatever."

"Broke your heart, huh?" Emma knew all too well what that felt like and she knew she was going to have to tell him about Neal.

"Yeah. I started drinking a lot more. Started getting around. I'm not proud of it. One night, when I was in London visiting my sister, I got completely pissed and almost fell off the balcony of her flat. If Rose hadn't been there, I'd be dead. She helped me clean up my act and here I am today."

"You have a sister?"

"Half actually. Seems my bastard of a father got married after he abandoned me and my brother. Her name is Rose Bell, but she goes by Tink." Emma noticed the smile on Killian's face as he spoke of his sister.

"Wait…you have a brother too?"

"Had. He died around the same time Milah left me. He was in the Royal Navy."

"I'm so sorry Killian."

"Not to worry love, I've made my peace." He reached over and pushed a lose curl behind her ear. "It's your turn. Tell me about the man that broke your heart."

"Neal did more than that." Emma's face turned stony and she saw Killian cringe a little. "You already know what happened when I was a baby. Foster care sucked but I had August and that helped. I met Neal right after August and I left the system. August was 19 and had been emancipated after he got a job on the New York Film Board as a cameraman and I left with him."

"I assume this is where this Neal comes in", said Killian as he took her hand in his.

"Yeah. I was 17 and rebelling seemed like fun at the time. I ran off so many times and I'd learned to pick pocket and steal cars. One day, I broke into this classic yellow VW Bug, but what I failed to notice was the man asleep in the backseat: Neal. Turned out he'd stolen the car too."

"You stole a stolen car?"

"Yes." Emma rolled her eyes at his interruption and pulled her hand from his, standing from the couch and pacing the room. "I fell in love. I was young and stupid, just like you, and fell for someone older. We planned to make a life together, to stop thieving and have a real life, in Tallahassee. But we needed money. Neal said he'd hid some watches he'd stolen at a train station but was afraid they'd recognize him if he went to get them. I went in his place and it went great. I gave him the bag and he put one of the watches on me, saying we could keep that one. Told me a place to meet him after he went to the fence." Emma stared out the window of the hotel room, trying to calm her emotions before she continued. She heard Killian get up from his spot and felt his arms wrap around her waist and his chin rest on her shoulder.

"The ponce never showed."

"No, but a policeman did. Told me Neal ratted me out and had disappeared. I was originally sentenced to a year in jail."

"But…"

"I had only served two months when I discovered I was pregnant." To his credit, Killian didn't let her go. She heard his sharp intake of breath and felt his arms tighten around her. He was making everything more difficult.

"You have a child?"

"No."

"But, you said-"

"I miscarried."

"Emma-" She pulled herself from his arms and turned to face him.

"What happened with Neal taught me something. It taught me to trust no one, except my brother. After a while I thought maybe it was okay to put myself out there again. Met a guy named Jamie. He died of a heart attack, in my arms. Left me heartbroken too. After him was Walsh, who was just as bad as Neal. He hurt me too. After all that, I was done. My ability to trust was completely obliterated and I vowed that I'd never trust a man again because all they'd ever do is leave me and hurt me."

"Emma, love, that's not me. I won't leave you or hurt you. Trust me." Emma looked right back at him, using her 'superpower' to try and sense a lie…but she sensed nothing.

"I trust you, I do. When I met you, I felt it. You and I, we understand each other."

"Couldn't have said it better myself, Swan." Killian pulled her into tight hug. "Do you feel better now?"

"I do. My head hurts though. Come to think of it, so does my thr-ACHOO!"

"I think you need some rest. Come on." He scooped her up and went over to the bed, where he pulled down the covers and lay her down. "Do you want me to get August for you so he can help you change?"

"No, I can manage just fine. I'm not an invalid Jones." He raised his hands in surrender. "Just grab me a shirt lounge pants from my bag over there." He went over to where her suitcase was and chose a black t-shirt with the AC/DC logo and Thunderstruck on the front along with a pair of pink and teal plaid lounge pants.

"Are these suitable for milady?" he asked as he tossed them to her.

"They're fine." She took them with a smile and went into the bathroom to change. It felt great to get into loose clothes and she felt somewhat cooler in them. Emma took out her contacts and exited the bathroom. Killian was sitting on the couch she'd been sitting on earlier.

"Better?" Emma nodded and padded over to the bed and got under the covers. Killian came over and pulled them up to her shoulders. "I should let you rest. Today has been…difficult." He kissed her temple, but as he turned to leave, she grabbed his hand.

"Stay, please." She sneezed again and Killian laughed lightly.

"Well, when you ask like that, how could I say no?" He kicked off his Chucks and tossed his jacket over the couch. He climbed into the bed and pulled Emma to him, her back against his chest, molding her to him and wrapped his arms around her. She was asleep within in minutes and as he started to drift off, he couldn't help but notice how warm she felt.

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Emma woke up with a start as she felt a wave of nausea hit her. She pried herself from Killian's arms and ran to the bathroom.

"Swan?" She could barely hear him call to her over her retching. The hot chocolate, the pastry…everything she'd eaten that day came right back up. Emma felt a hand rubbing her back and another pull her hair away so it wouldn't get dirty.

"Go away Killian." She tried swatting him away behind her. "Don't need to see me like this."

"I've seen you covered in fake blood and dirt, Swan. This is nothing."

"Very fu-" She turned back to the toilet. When she finished, she flushed and shut the lid, sitting against the tiled wall.

"Better?" Killian stood, offering his hand and she took it, glad for the help because throwing up can take it out of you.

"Much. I probably ate something bad. That is the last time I trust train food." She was glad to have him there, despite everything they'd talked about earlier. He followed behind her as she got back in bed and got her water.

"As much as I'd like to stay", he said as he sat on the corner of the bed, "I have to go for now. Early call time tomorrow, you know."

"Don't worry, I understand."

"Do you think you'll be there?" He took her hand in his and laced their fingers.

"Of course! See, there's this actor who works on set…" She smirked.

"Oh really?" Killian arched an eyebrow and smiled.

"Yeah. He's pretty dreamy. Couldn't miss out on seeing him you know."

"Of course. But, I heard some rumors."

"Oh?" Emma arched an eyebrow in true Killian fashion and he smiled.

"It seems the git has himself a girlfriend, so bad luck for you Swan."

"Oh he does?"

"Yes and he cares for her very, very much."

"So does she."

"Good." He kissed her chastely and gave her a big lopsided grin. "All jokes aside, darling, I must be going. I will see you tomorrow."

"Thanks for staying with me."

"Good form you know." He leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "You feel warm. Are you sure you feel okay lass?"

"I'm fine. Stop worrying Jones."

"Yes milady." He pulled on his shoes and grabbed his jacket. "You'll call me if you need anything?"

"Killian…"

"Alright, alright!" He gave her a quick peck on the lips and left. Emma leaned back on her pillows and sighed.

"You can come in now Auggie!" She heard the click of the door connecting the rooms and August dropped down on the bed next to her.

"I heard you barfing, you okay?"

"Always so tactful, aren't you Booth?"

"Of course."

"I think it may have been something I ate, so don't worry about me. I'll take an Advil or something for this headache."

"You going into work tomorrow?" August turned his head to look at his sister: she was a bit pale and looked like she'd been sweating…just like Will and Ruby did the day before. "You look like Will did."

"I'm fine August. And yes, I will be going in tomo-ACHOO!"

"Just get some sleep."

August gave Emma an Advil for her head and left her to get some sleep. After the day she'd had, she fell asleep almost immediately. The next day, after once again assuring August that she was fine, they went to work. What Emma failed to mention was that she'd gotten up three more times during the night to run to the bathroom.

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Killian went into to work the next morning feeling better than he had in a very long time. He was happy again. He'd found someone he lov—Slow down there mate. Little too soon for that yeah? Don't even think about saying that word to her because she will bolt faster than She did when she found herself another man.

He shook the thoughts out of his head and continued his walk through the back-lot of Ardmore Studios. He was in the process of typing out a text to Emma to ask how she was doing when Smee caught up with him.

"Good morning sir."

"Smee." The man handed him his coffee and Killian took a sip. "Thank you."

"No problem."

As he sat in the make-up chair a little bit later, he texted Emma to ask if she wanted to have lunch with him.

Swan: Of course. We break at one, how about you?

Killian: One thirty-ish is what Smee has told me, so that should be fine. I can't wait to see you love.

Killian: How are you feeling?

Swan: I'm fine Killian.

Killian: I can't even see your face and I know you're lying.

Swan: Geez! I've got a headache alright?

Killian: Was that so hard to admit?

Swan: yes

Swan: ugh…I hate that you know me so well already.

Killian: Pish posh. You enjoy it.

**Swan calling**

"How may I assist you Swan?" he answered.

"Pish posh? Seriously? Could you be any more British?"

"I'm Irish Swan."

"Whatever."

"You offend my delicate Irish sensibilities."

"Ha h-ACHOO. Very funny."

"Bless you. Are you sure you're fine?"

"I won't even dignify that question with an answer."

"I see I'm fighting a losing battle."

"You definitely are buddy."

"I have to go, Swan, but I'll see you at lunch."

"Bye Killian."

"Bye love."

He hung up and set the phone onto the make-up counter. He gave Alice an apologetic look and leaned back in his chair, letting himself indulge in a nap as Alice did her work. He dreamt of beautiful golden hair and bright green eyes and heated kisses that left him-Relax mate! Best not think of those kinds of things at work.

He woke up with a start to find Alice chatting away with Smee as she painted cuts and scratches to his face.

"Welcome back there Jones." Alice looked down at him with a smirk.

"What'd I miss?" His voice was still sleepy sounding as he spoke and shifted in the chair.

"I was telling Miss Liddell how I heard from Whale that Will and Miss Lucas are out sick", said Smee.

"Did Victor tell you what was wrong with them?" Killian was worried even more about Emma now, she must have caught whatever they had.

"Some kind of flu." Killian furrowed his brow in thought. That has to be what Swan must have.

"You seem worried Jones." Alice looked him in the eye.

"Aye. Emma might have the same but she's a stubborn lass so I don't know how I'm going to get her to go see Whale to be sure. I'll tell August."

"I'm sure Miss Swan would go once you told her about Scarlet and Miss Lucas." Smee shrugged.

"We'll see."

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Killian mentioned it to her when he saw her for lunch that day, and Smee was wrong. Despite the fact that Emma was told Will and Ruby were suffering from severe cases of the flu, she refused to see Dr. Whale and insisted she was fine. What he didn't know was that most people on set had heard about them, seen the pictures online or in the paper and she was being stared at everywhere she went during the day and it was starting to weigh on her (he didn't realize he was being stared at because he was used to it). Not making her wanting to run from him, no (at least not yet), just stressing her out. In turn, the stress was attacking her already weakened (unbeknownst to her) immune system.

He started to notice it a few days later. Emma's skin seemed to lose its pallor, her hair not quite as bright and golden, and even she seemed quieter and more subdued. Killian had become accustomed to hearing her laugh and seeing her smile, so he noticed when it was missing from their daily interactions. When she kept acting like everything was fine, he said nothing…he didn't want to risk pushing her away.

But that was a big mistake.

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It was a week later that it all came to a head. Emma knew she should've gone to the doctor. But like August and Killian would state, she was stubborn. She'd fought off tough colds before and she could do it with this one.

What had exacerbated things was the staring. She had expected it once they returned to work. They'd informed the director and his agent of their relationship, but didn't find it necessary to come out and officially tell the crew.

The morning it happened, she arrived on the lot with August (like she did every morning) and was sad to see that Ruby wasn't back yet. She shook off the sadness and made a mental note to try to call Ruby later and check on her. She went about her morning, prepping her things for work on clothes for some very decrepit zombies when she felt a pair of arms wrap around waist, holding her tight.

"Good morning Killian." She turned in his arms and he smiled at her.

"Morning love. How are you feeling?" She knew it was pointless to lie to him (open book, love), so she didn't.

"Same. I feel so hot and just ew. I thought this cold would be gone by now, but…" Killian let her go and stepped back.

"You should go back to your hotel and rest Swan."

"I can't!" Emma threw her hands up in frustration. "August needs all hands on deck with Ruby still out!"

"You're going to make yourself worse!" Killian crossed his arms over his chest and gave her a Look.

"I will be FINE."

"No you won't!" The look she saw on his face made it obvious that he wanted to do nothing more than to grab her by the shoulders and shake some sense into her.

(In hindsight, he should have.)

"Just go. It's a busy morning and I can't deal with this right now, okay? I'll see you at lunch." She looked over at him and saw his jaw set firm, lips pursed and in a thin line. This is it, she thought, the moment he realizes I'm too much and he can't handle it. Going to leave like the rest.

"Right then." He looked like he was going to storm out but at the last minute, dropped himself onto a small bench near Emma's work area.

"What are you doing?" she asked with surprise. "You're not leaving?"

"No, Swan, I'm not. I've got time before I need to be doing anything. I'm going to stay here and watch over you…until you no don't want me to anymore." She looked him in the eye and she knew. She knew that he was in love with her…and it scared her. They'd only known each other a little over a month! How could he love her? He may not realize himself, but she definitely did. She started towards him.

"What if-" Suddenly, she started taking fast, deep breaths and feeling light headed. Out of nowhere, she was sweating and when she looked at Killian, her vision was blurry and there were dark spots on the edge.

"Swan, what's wrong?" He stood from the bench. "Emma, are you okay?"

"Killian? What-where…" She never got to finish her thought because she started to pitch backwards. Killian ran at her and caught her. The last thing she saw was a pair of bright blue eyes worriedly looking down at her and a voice yelling for help as the world around her went black.

**The little exchange between the two here at the end was inspired and influenced by a small part in Annaelle's "Across Time and Space" fic. If you haven't read it...DO IT because it's a great story and amazing and everything!

As always, I own nothing except this fic's plot.

THAT EPISODE WAS AMAZING AND EVERYTHING! I lost all ability to even like, 5 minutes in...seriously. Then Rumple and Killian both go and muck it up. I love my Killian, but he should have known Rumple was up to no good. I mean, he knows how he is...come on dude!

Anyways...I hope you enjoyed the newest chapter. Don't forget to leave a small review!**