"You," the fairy breathed. "She's not supposed to be with you."

Killian glanced aside and then at the winged creature hovering in front of him and he gestured at Clara, adjusting her lightly in his arms before shaking away the odd accusation and he questioned, "Every legend says you're the most powerful fairy; can you help her?" He shrugged, "Heal her; send her home; make things right."

"Do you know how I came to be here?" She asked him peculiarly.

He shook his head, looking down at Clara and then back up at her. "I wished."

With a nod, she supplied, "It's not a simple wish that can bring me, Killian – it was a wish from the heart; a heart I was afraid had gone with your brother." Gesturing at Clara, the Blue Fairy questioned, "This woman has woken your heart Killian, but I'm afraid your wish will close that back up."

Killian swallowed hard and told her bluntly, "My heart or her safety – I'd choose her safety; always."

She smiled, "You're not as lost as I'd thought."

"Oh," he laughed, light sniffle as he continued, "I'm definitely lost." Then he dropped his eyes to look over her pale face, reddened by the sun and he asked, "Can you make this right?"

The fairy considered him and then shifted closer, hovering over the woman and washing her face in a the blue glow of her wings before whispering, "Time can be rewritten."

Killian stared, a bit of understanding dampening his heart before he asked quickly, "How do you mean?"

"Two points in time and space," she gestured between Clara and Killian, "That never should have met." She glanced again at Clara, as if curious, and offered, "She shouldn't have come here and I can make it that way, turn you both back, steer you through your portal to your rightful place."

He felt his knees go weak as he stated, "We'll never have met."

"Old trick from the Time Lords," the Blue Fairy sighed, "It's dangerous to meddle with time." She nodded to Clara, "This woman has other things to do; more important things."

He smiled, "More important than me." He then laughed and looked to Clara, "Milady would disagree."

"Do you?" The Blue Fairy asked.

Raising his head again, he shook it and clenched his jaw to smother the grin from his face before nodding, "Do what has to be done."

"You won't remember her."

"Do what has to be done."

"She won't remember you," she added.

With another shake of his head, he looked to Reggie and then to Barnibus and he steeled himself to repeat again, "Do what has to be done."

The Blue Fairy raised her wand slowly and smiled to the man now looking over Clara's face, as if he could memorize her – as if he could retain her in his mind somehow – and she smiled. "There is a better future for you, Killian," she allowed. "It comes after great heartache; after great sorrow; but the path is open to you, should you choose to follow it."

He laughed, "Would it take me to her?"

Merely smirking, the Blue Fairy told him, "It will take you to your happy ending."

"Pirates," he began slowly, "Villains," he added, "Not really who happy endings are made for."

"You're a hero," Clara told him weakly, angrily, eyes opening slowly to blink up at him before turning and sighing, "That's a fairy."

"Believe in them now, Clara?" He questioned with a small laugh.

She nodded, eyelids drooping as she smiled.

"I'm no hero, love," he whispered down at her with a wink.

Clara lifted her left hand off her stomach and backhanded him with a wince.

Watching them continue to bicker quietly, the Blue Fairy lifted her wand and a bag of pixie dust and sighed, "You two…" before striking them both with a blast of magic.

Clara laughed aloud and reached out to stop her friend from leaving the booth, "Nina, no, no, you're not just going to pluck yourself a new set of regrets we'll be talking about tomorrow!"

With a frown, Nina nodded and dropped back against the plush cushions that gave a tired wheeze. "Maybe just back to the flat for a good sleep."

Reaching out to take the tops of her hands, Clara told her firmly, "Good sleep, good cry, and some tea."

Nina laughed, and turned her palms up so Clara could clasp her hands, giving her friend a small nod of assurance. They would go back to Nina's; she would put a kettle on, listen to her cry just a bit more, and once she'd fallen asleep, she would lock up and head home to rest her own eyes, suddenly far too weary for a night out drinking with her heartbroken friend.

"Come on," she offered, tilting her head towards the door and for a moment, she stopped, staring up at it, almost waiting.

"'S'wrong," Nina asked, looking between the door and Clara, "Look like you've seen a ghost?"

Giving her head a small shake, Clara pushed herself out of the booth and waited until Nina was at her side to begin making their way to the door. It gave a jingle as she exited and Clara glanced up, still feeling an odd feeling that something was wrong – so much so that she bumped roughly into a man muttering something about impossible things and she shouted, "Oi, watch it."

"Sorry!" the man in the tweed replied, one arm rising in an crooked wave.

Clara shook her head and looked to Nina, falling back into her side as they laughed.

The Jolly Roger popped out of the portal and slowly coasted towards the port. He rubbed at his brow and looked over his ship with a sigh – he'd need a new crew of men, easy enough… and he knew exactly where to find them.

Ship anchored, he set his sights on the local village, strolling over cobbled streets as the sun set on the horizon until he entered the tavern, following familiar shouts and songs. With a smile, he glanced over the faces of many eager to set sail and then they landed upon a brunette who grinned shyly back at him.

There was something familiar, he thought, shaking it away as he approached her. Something about the dress and the long flowing dark tresses. "Hello, pet," he murmured, "Fancy a drink?"

With a small nod and the flash of a grin, the woman replied, "Fancy a ride out of this heap, more like." She sighed and looked him over openly, "Look like a sea man, got a tale for a bored bar maid?"

"You remind me of someone," he told her, giving her a grin and a narrowing of his eye.

She laughed, "Really? Who?"

Killian tried to remember, but the ghost of a memory was fading. Her name and face drifting farther and faster out of his reach than he could search, so he merely shrugged, "Let's have a drink and I'll be sure to entertain..."

"Milah," she offered lightly.