Part of the scene where Emma and Killian are back at 'their house' in the Underworld and Emma heals Killian (which I had wished had taken a little more time). A bit more conversation about why Killian doesn't feel he should be saved.

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Emma removes the sheet covering the couch in her house. She doesn't understand why her living room in the Underworld house is filled with old nursery furniture, but she really hasn't given it much thought. Or really wants to.

"Come sit down, let me take a look at you", she says and reaches for Hook's arm to guide him to the couch.

Killian sighs. "You sure you want to?" As he hobbles towards the couch, ignoring Emma's hand, he adds, "Hades sort of knocked the handsome out of me."

He sits painfully down, favoring his left side and left leg as he does so.

Emma sits down next to him and smiles as she looks at his beaten face. "No one's that powerful", she says.

Killian looks back at her with doubt on his face.

"Will you let me heal your wounds, for you?" she asks, confident that her powers have returned.

He nods slightly, not sure if he should let her. Considering what he put her through after he realized he was a Dark One, she really shouldn't care how many places he's bleeding from or what is broken. It's his penance for years of pirating and his recent selfish behavior. But with the throbbing in his head and side, the thought of being pain free is a very tantalizing idea. And he's hard pressed to deny her at this point.

She starts with the cuts on his head, waving her hand slowly over each one and letting her powers heal and remove the blood that had dried on his skin. She gently touches his swollen eye. He flinches slightly at the contact, but then is able to open it again. His vision cleared.

She pauses to make sure she didn't miss anything. With his face healed, she focuses on his body, lingering her hand over the scrapes on his exposed neck and chest, his ribs which were no doubt broken, and the multiple bruises she is sure cover his body. He watches her as she moves her hand down over his right hip and leg and feels the pain dissipate as the glow from her hand fades.

He looks at his hand, noticing that not only the scrapes are gone, but also the Dark Ones jewelry, replaced by his old rings. His normal clothes have also returned. It seems that Emma prefers his old look to the Dark One's. He can't say that he blames her.

After she finishes, she sits back, placing her hand on his shoulder. "Better?" she asks, her fingers brushing the nape of his neck.

"Yes. Much. Thank you Swan.", he replies politely. The look of love and kindness on her face as she looks at him causes his stomach to clench and he's having trouble looking her in the eye.

She leans in to kiss him and he turns his head away. How can he let her show him affection when he's the worst sort of man there is?

Emma's look of love is replaced by confusion and concern. "What's wrong", she asks.

Looking straight ahead, he avoids her gaze. How does he explain this? How can she not know? He finally looks at her. "It's just, a lot has happened between us", he replies. How can she just think that everything goes back to the way that it was before they were consumed with darkness? That they can just pick up where they left off?

Emma drops her hand from his shoulder, not understanding. "What's the problem?"

She's not making this easy, he thinks and he's tired, so his patience is running short. "I'm the problem", he forcefully responds. "Emma, you were the Dark One for six weeks and only gave in to the darkness out of love. I plunged in headfirst, in a second, for revenge". He can't keep the notes of disgust with himself out of his voice. "I was weak."

He stands up from the couch, happy to be able to move freely and painlessly. But the self loathing and guilt he feels because of the reasons he needed to be rescued and healed cause his stomach to churn.

Emma is having a hard time understanding what is going on in Hook's head. More confusion covers her face as she says, "Not in the end".

He's moved away, almost to the kitchen at this point, while Emma stays on the couch.

"Emma, I let the darkness consume me. It wasn't gradual, it wasn't by degrees. It wasn't for some noble purpose. I fought it for what, 5 minutes? I thought I'd left my revenge behind me. But as soon as Rumpelstiltskin said that embracing the darkness was how I could finally get my revenge on him, I jumped right back into it. And even when you came and chased him away, once I found out about Excalibur", he paused. "Well, you know." He didn't want to voice the actions he'd taken: deceiving her into believing he wanted to get rid of the darkness, rejecting her pleas that darkness was not who he was, crushing Merlin's heart. The list went on.

"Killian, I should have trusted you from the beginning. I'm sorry. I did this to you. It was my fault."

"No, Swan, it's mine! I was mad that you took away my choice. But that was no excuse for how I deceived you in Camelot or what I did. Or the things I said to you in Storybrooke", he added softly.

Emma knew that he was talking about when he told her that she was nothing but a distraction, that she'd always be an orphan and that he wanted to hurt her. At the time, it had felt like a stab in the heart. But she knew, deep down, that it wasn't her Killian saying those things. It was just another manifestation of the darkness.

"That wasn't you. That was the Dark One lashing out and I understand that. I can't say that it didn't hurt. But I have forgiven all of that, because it wasn't YOU. I did things to you that I wish I could take back too, you know."

"Perhaps. But nothing like me, Swan. I embraced it. I had fun with it. I took pleasure in wounding you. And I can't deny that I regret that I didn't just run the Crocodile through, when I had the power. Rather than fixing his leg, I should have just twisted his neck. I thought I'd moved beyond all that, but apparently I haven't. You raised the bar very high, Swan. The truth is, I don't measure up. Perhaps I never did."

Emma rose from the couch and walked over to where Killian stood. "Let me be the judge of that. If you didn't, would I have come all the way down here to try and save you?" She was starting to get frustrated.

"That's my point. I'm not sure I deserve saving." Once again, he couldn't look her in the eye.

Emma couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What are you saying? That you want to STAY down here?" Why would he want to stay here when they had come down to save him? Didn't he want to go back and build that future that they had talked about? He just wanted to throw that away? "What about our future, Killian."

At the use of his given name and talk of their future, he turned to look at her. Once again, he saw hurt in her eyes. Hurt he had placed there. Hurt that could have been avoided if he'd just been more careful when he rushed Arthur. If he'd just avoided the wound from Excalibur, ALL of this would have been avoided. Emma would have ignited the spark, Excalibur would have been rejoined with the dagger and they would have come home to this house and their future in StoryBrooke. But his foolishness had started this whole turn of events in motion and he'd been the one to plunge them both into darkness.

Killian started to respond, "Swan, I don't deserve…", but he was interrupted by a knock at the door.

Emma hesitated, unsure whether to answer the door or force Killian to finish what he was saying. In the end, she figured that Killian wasn't going to continue and she'd better just get the door. "We are not done talking about this", she said as she moved to open the door, not realizing who was on the other side.