wake up to a lot of banging in the kitchen. Stretching my arm out to the side Killian sleeps on, I realize he's no longer in bed. I slip into my slippers, grabbing my robe as I go out into the kitchen. It's chilly this morning and my tank and shorts aren't helping me much.

"Bloody Hell," I hear as a pan clatters to the tiled floor.

Standing against the doorway, I watch as Killian tries cracking an egg into a fry pan with his hand. I never took into consideration how hard normal day activities would be for Killian. Cracking an egg cannot be easy with just one hand. I need both hands for that duty. Although, he wields a sword like a pro with only one hand. I guess it's just domestic everyday things he struggles with. Which makes sense.

"Need help?" I step further into the kitchen.

It's weird seeing him in sweat pants and a t-shirt. I'm so used to his leather everything. Though, this look certainly does suit him just well. Killian drops the egg at the sound of my voice. He mutters a swear word under his breath, turning around to give me a glare. "Dammit Swan, I was trying to be romantic and make you breakfast in bed."

"You and I both know that I'm the least romantic person in Storybrooke. That's more my parents' deal than mine," I say, grabbing a paper towel to clean the mess.

He looks disappointed at my response. I should have known he would. He may have been a pirate, but he has the most passionate heart. "I know, love."

"Hey," I throw the mess away, putting my hand against his cheek. "You know I love you, Killian."

"And I you." He leans in to kiss me when my phone starts vibrating on the counter. Pulling back, I look at the screen to see Regina calling me. It's only eight in the morning. Not to mention that it's my day off. She should be calling David and not me. As I go to pick it up, I see a text from David telling me that he's sick so he won't be on duty today. Groaning, I answer.

"This better be important," I growl into the phone.

"Morning to you, Emma. I have a problem. My office has been tampered with. I looked at the security footage, but the person must have wiped themselves."

Resisting the urge to hurl my phone against the wall, I tell her I'll be there soon. Of course Storybrooke can't go a day without some kind of chaos. The feeling of missing Boston is coming back to me. Then I look over at Killian trying to use the coffee machine and that all goes away. For the moment.

Heading to the bedroom, I put on a pair of jeans and a black turtleneck. My red leather jacket is sprawled on the chair beside the bed. Putting it on, I slip into a pair of rain boots. It rained all throughout the night. The ground is covered with puddles.

"Hopefully I won't be gone long," I kiss Killian on the cheek. "Duty calls, or whatever."

Killian walks me to the door. "I was hoping we'd watch that Netflix thing you talk about all the time."

Smiling, I open the door. "And we will. As soon as I find out who broke into Regina's office. I thought we got rid of all the crazy villians when Hades was killed."

"Nothing is ever that easy," he tells me. "If it were, we wouldn't be together."

And he's right. If I hadn't arrived in this crazy town, I would still be the closed-off Emma I was only a couple of years ago. So much has happened, but not all of them have been bad things. I found a family, my true love and I found myself. I would never want to go back to the person I was in Boston. I was an orphan, closed off, I didn't know who I was. Boston Emma seems like a whole other person.

"Don't I know that," I roll my eyes. "See you later."

I get into my Bug, muttering under my breath as a storm cloud appears from above me. Only it's not a normal rain cloud. This one is a red cloud. Throwing open my door, I stand outside as it descends upon me.

"Swan!" I hear Killian yell out to me.

Just as I turn to face him, the cloud starts to surround Killian. His calls for me aren't audible from the cloud suffocating him. Screaming for him, I lift my hand, magic flowing from it. Only I'm too panicked to control my magic properly. It hits against the red cloud but it does nothing to dissipate it. Running over to him, I can hear his screams more clearly now. As I'm about to reach out to him, I'm glued into place by an unknown force. Jerking myself forward, I try to escape from the invisible glue. The cloud of red is staring to thin out. Killian is on the ground, motionless. I cry out for him, but it catches in my throat. A tear slides down my face. I can't lose him; not after everything we've been through.

"Killian," I sob.

"Calm down, Savior. He's not dead. Well, at least not yet."

I freeze at the sound of the voice. It sounds eerily like Regina's. I don't bother to look for where the voice is coming from. A figure looms before me, and staring back at me is none other than the Evil Queen herself. My mouth drops open. Regina separated herself from the Evil Queen back in New York. Unless it didn't work properly. Evil isn't born, it's made. If Regina created herself into a villain before, who's to say Regina hasn't gone back to her old ways. After Robin died, I wasn't sure how she would be able to cope. She's lost just about everyone she has ever loved. Besides Henry. I had been hoping he was enough for her to be able to fight the darkness. My mind can't fully comprehend how the Evil Queen is standing before me. She shouldn't be here. This is impossible.

"Regina," I manage to get out.

She starts to laugh in a menacing way. "I prefer Your Majesty. Regina is just so commonplace. Don't you think?"

Dumbstruck, I divert my eyes to Killian who is still out cold on the ground. Trying again, I try to muster all of my power to remove me from the trap the Evil Queen holds me in. "You've come too far, Regina!"

"I should have known," she walks around me. "Regina didn't exactly manage to bring me to my demise back in that strange city. It's why I came back-to seek revenge. Not just on Regina, that awful son of hers too. Which happens to be your son as well. Funny how that is."

"No!" I yell. "You'll never be able to defeat us."

Smirking, she releases me from my hold. I thrust both of my hands out in front of me, hitting her with my magic. As it hits her, she doesn't even flinch. I try again, but still nothing. Looking down at my hands, I glance up to see her amused face starring back at me. Then I look over to Killian who is now just starting to wake up. He observes his surrondings before looking up to see the Evil Queen.

"Swan," he tries to stand but falls back onto the ground. He grunts at the impact of his body against the gravel.

The Evil Queen laughs, disappearing into a cloud of red magic. I run over to Killian, pressing my hand to his heart. It's still beating regulary, but his breathing has started to slow. His eyes are closing, unable to keep them open.

"Please," I put my hand against his cheek. "Hold on for me. I'm going to call for help."

Moments later, an ambulance arrives. David is following behind it in his truck. Apparently he isn't sick enough to stop from helping me in a moment of crisis. The paramedics help Killian into the back of the ambulance. I start to head for the ambulance as well when David pulls me back.

"Emma, what happened?" His face is etched with concern. For both Killian and me.

"The Evil Queen," I stare off into the distance. "She's back."

"Regina? I just saw her."

I shake my head. "No. Something must have backfired in New York. We assumed the evil was gone from Regina, but somehow she managed to survive."

"Much like Zalena," David states. "They did learn from the best."

"And now she wants to kill Regina. And Henry," my voice starts to shake.

David drags his hand down his face in worry. "We won't let that happen."

"I hope not." I break away from him, leaping into the back of the ambulance where Killian still lies unconscious.