A/N: Okay.. so this "The Bug" update is based on my shitty crackpot theory. I call it shitty because it's based on unconfirmed spoilers I've read on tumblr an my own speculations on the matter. I hope that you'd like this.

Part 6.

"Where are we heading then?"
Killian Jones was sitting in the passenger seat of the bug again but this time the journey was taking place in far more scaring circumstances than the other time, when he'd simply been concerned by the noises and the speed they were gaining. Now those trifles didn't even bothered coming to mind, he had far worse problems. Emma who was driving next to him smiling happily, his new living representation of hope, the mean to his redemption, Emma, his beloved Swan did not know who he was.
"New York, miss Swan" he replied drily, his thoughts drifting.
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"What a lovely family picture we have here" Pan's voice came from behind their backs and there he was, free .
Emma, Killian and Henry froze, slowly turning toward the man- or boy – who almost destroyed everything they ever managed to recover after the curse broke. He was looking at them, without the worn off diabolical smirk he used to have in Neverland.
The reason to this, of course was that when they destroyed his shadow and weakened him enough to rip Henry's heart back out, they forced him to allow all of them to leave the island or they'd have left him to wait for his death in Neverland. Pan couldn't accept to die himself and transferred them all to Storybrooke where he was surprisingly powerless, since the source of his magic came from the island itself and starting to age again, but not dying because of it. After newly-rescued Rumplestilskin won the upper hand over him and trapped him in the town's clock tower with a binding spell. Every inhabitant of Storybrooke even though wary, carried on with their life since the present day.
Two weeks were passed but he escaped, - God knows how – and was now determined to get vengeance.
"You two lovebirds look worried," he carried on "well, you indeed should and so should my laddie".

Killian drew his sword and landed the tip on Pan's throat in one single move "Why should we, when you're powerless and vulnerable here in Storybrooke mate?" he spat at him instilling every word with hatred.
He was still able to laugh at them and removing the sword from his throat said "I might have some interesting news to give you chum" he grinned now self-satisfied "After I found the loophole of my prison I went looking for something that you idiots forgot to hid out after I got here. The town's blow off trigger".
The three of them tensed and waited to hear more about what he did, unable to speak at all, "Now that item won't serve my intentions BUT it's a mean to an end. I threw the device down the wishing well as well as something that belonged to the person whose heart was used to set this curse started in the first place."
"What are you saying Pan? Or should we call you Malcom, since you're an about-to-be-adult now?" said Emma scared but unwilling to back away from this demonic being without fighting.
"What I'm saying Emma, is that I reversed the curse. And that it'll hit the town in minutes now. The well gives back lost things and also works as a portal between worlds and by using the magic that came from unleashing the diamond in the well I reversed the Evil Queen's original curse. Don't make me explain it again, you might wanna use your time better if you're about to lose all your relatives and friends... again. Or if you want I could keep them company myself since I bought myself a ticket back to the enchanted forest by throwing a lock of my hair in the well." Emma moved quickly to get back to the apartment, but before leaving, she stopped, faced Pan and suddently knocked him off with her fist smacking hard against his chin, then she ran off in search of her family, Henry at her heels. Killian was about to follow them when Pan, spitting blood got back up and said "Oh did I forgot to mention that she will not remember any of this and she'll have new shining memories of her new fake life? My bad " and started laughing at the top of his lungs occasionally spitting up blood.
Killian just stood there for a moment, then begin to run faster that he ever did in his whole life trying to catch up. Turning at the end of the alley he saw the dark fog reaching forward from the place he would always relate with Emma's first confession to him and hurried down the street and on his left near the flat door. His hand was on the handle when the curse strucked, but he didn't feel anything himself, -he was never afflicted by the first curse thanks to Cora- but the blast made him fall to the side, hitting his back and the force with which the cursed knocked him made him pass out.

He didn't know how long he laid down like that, his subconscious telling him he should get up and look for Emma but he couldn't find any force in his eyelids to open to this new reality.

"Sir..Sir!" someone was shaking his shoulder and calling out in his ears "Sir are you ok? Sir wake up!". Opening his eyes he saw Emma. "Oh thank God are you ok? What happened here Sir? Do you have any idea why you passed out? " he saw Henry's face covered in tears just a couple of steps behind her.
So the lad still had his memories, he gathered, bloody demon, he only make Emma forget because she's the savior! Killian's thoughts were running in his head at high speed, finding no useful things to say or to do at this given situation.
"Captain" said a low voice, which took Killian several minutes to associate with Henry's mouth that, he saw, was know pronouncing some words "I found this under the carpet of my grandparent's house" he held a letter in his hands.
It was from Neal. Who had left. Again.

Cursed Emma was pleasant, never out-putting, trustful and all-around NOT the Emma he knew and fell in love with. The lad decided that the only way Emma could ever get her memories back was by finding Neal and make the true love kiss work its magic on Emma. As much as Killian wanted to prove Henry wrong and showed him that he was her true love, he didn't actually know if Emma loved him at all, Pan made sure of that in facts, and besides he couldn't deny that Emma had once loved Neal and that in some inexplicable way she loved him still. He wouldn't force himself on an unaware lady if it wasn't strictly necessary. The lad shocked with the loss and terrified by Pan (their last encounter not a good reminder of what that demon would do to accomplish his ends) agreed that her mom cared about him but looked pretty damn sure that her true love MUST be his dad, even if he saw something between the pirate and his mother the kid seemed to think that in a true fairy tale ending a pirate who's done wrong most of his life couldn't be a hero's true love.
Before leaving Storybrooke he tried to get informations in Rumplestilskin's shop on how to end this bloody thing but lots of his magical equipments where sent back with the curse. He collected anything that could be useful and he convinced an unwilling Emma to accompany them to New York and help them find this Neal she didn't remember of, before getting back to Boston, which she craved doing very much now.

And now they were there, in that abominable place they called "the big apple". He didn't see much of a resemblance to an apple when he looked at those enormous buildings. Here he was again. Lost in an unknown world in a yellow-metal-moving trap, with an eleven year old as a companion and the person he loved most who never recognised him, who wasn't looking back at him like she used to anymore. He promised to himself that he'd never let her get away from him. She was his hope and his light. And he would bring her back, no matter how.