"No!" Emma awoke suddenly, and tears began falling down her face. Killian. She had the worst dream. He died. She couldn't make it there in time. Belle never came. She had to watch Gold crush his heart, his heart that had endured so much, and grown so much with her love, into dust. She had to watch the light fade from those impossibly blue eyes. If Killian ever died, a piece of her would die with him.
Emma tried desperately to stop shaking, but it was to no avail. She reached over to her bedside table and picked up her phone. She dialed his number, but paused for a moment before calling. Her heart began to beat faster and faster with every dial tone. Finally, Killian answered. "Swan?" Emma began to cry again, hearing the sound of his voice.
"Killian…," Emma said, her voice breaking.
"Emma, what's wrong? Why'd you call?"
"I…I just needed to hear your voice."
"Something troubling you, love?"
Emma choked a sob. "Only the fact that you almost died," Emma said, trying, and failing miserably at being sarcastic.
"Emma…"
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have called." Emma's thumb hovered over the 'End Call' button.
"No, I'm glad that you did."
"Why?"
"I've missed you, Swan."
Emma smiled a bit. "I've missed you too."
So, Killian stayed on the line until he was sure she was fast asleep, and even then hesitating to hang up, wondering what it would be like to see her asleep.
Then, Killian, brought back to reality, stared out the window and up at the stars. He would often gaze at them when he was feeling confused, or scared, or unsure. The stars were his constant. No matter what happened or how much he changed, the stars would always be there. The stars were once his only solace. But that was before Emma.
Her beautiful green eyes, and golden locks, were entrancing. And he felt that way since the moment he first laid eyes on her. But, to him, her beauty was far more than her good looks. She understood him. She understood the things that he's done. She was strong, resilient, and he loved her. He has loved her for so long, but he can still remember, that day when something changed. When he started looking at her, not as an object of desire, but as something more, someone that he could love.
It was that day, in Neverland. She had pulled him aside while the others walked ahead. She asked him if he had really saved David. He did. And he did it, for her. And she kissed him. And it was the greatest kiss he had ever shared.
All Killian wanted, all he had ever wanted, was to tell her how much he really did love her. But, Emma, she wasn't ready to hear the 'L' word, and he wasn't sure if she ever would be. Be he still knew, and she knew, that he loved her, and he was sure that she did too, even if she couldn't admit it to herself.
Oh, what a complicated life he had. And now, as Henry told him under the curse, he did believe that he and Emma were 'together'. But, Killian wanted more than that. He wanted more than stolen kisses, and innocent cuddling and eye-gazing, as if they were mere adolescents. The entire town already knew about their relationship. Even her parents knew about it and accepted it for what it was. But what was it, exactly? He wanted, no, neededit to be more, more than a mere dalliance. He wanted to be with Emma, truly be with her, and for her to accept his love, and confess hers, because she made him a good man, and she was his purpose.
.
.
Killian hesitated before knocking on the door to the loft. It was David who answered the door. Killian tried to smile as her father eyed him suspiciously. She really does need to get her own place. David's 'Protective Dad' act was in full gear. "Is Emma home?"
"Yeah… what do you want?"
"To see her…"
"Emma," David called, his eyes still locked on Killian. "Killian's here!"
Emma came down the ladder and to the door. She gave David an expecting look. "Uh…Dad?" After a few seconds, David caught on and left, but not without glaring at Killian some more. "So…What's up?"
"I…uh, I wanted to see you."
"Well, here I am."
"I need to talk to you, Swan."
"Well, then come in."
"I'd…rather not have your parents as an audience."
"Why don't we talk out in the hall?"
"Okay."
Emma closed the door behind her and looked at him expectantly.
Killian quickly closed the distance between them and kissed her.
"What was that for?"
"I love you, Emma."
Emma froze, staring into his eyes blank-faced and pale.
"I don't expect you to say anything back. It's just, I almost died, and I would have died never having the chance to tell you. And one day, I hope that we'll say 'I love you' every time we meet."
With that, Killian turned and started down the stairs.
Emma couldn't move. She would have a lot to think about tonight.
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