Rating: T

Spoilers: 4x08-9

Summary: Killian has finished collecting magic for the hat and goes to Gold to face his fate. Gold has told him that it is his last day and at sunset he will have to kill Emma using his hook. Henry had figured out that Killian is missing his Heart and started Operation Codfish. They are going to use a locator spell to find his heart as a magic book said that it could be found that way.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my love for the show. (Even if OQ broke my heart)

Got a bit carried away with this one. I have really tried to get this out before Sunday but my hands were not having any of it and I maybe out for longer than I anticipated, but I will have this done before that. I am just about done. 3-4 more.

One Day Ago

Killian rose early that morning. Even if the little Imp didn't control him, he had always been an early riser. Running a ship and controlling its crew meant little time to sleep, a good Captain was always the first to rise. Gods he missed his ship, his quarters, his bed, given away to help his Swan and he had ruined it. He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, they stung, still red raw from the restless night sleep the Sandman had bestowed upon him. His dreams were littered with her, flashing images of Emma standing beside him, his head knowing that he loved her but unable to truly feel what that love was. Even in his dreams he couldn't feel what love was. She knew he was without his heart here, moving hell and high water to get it back, fight for him. In most she succeeded, being the bloody stubborn princess that she is. Most however had ended in his demise, tremendous pain for both of them, followed by complete darkness, the only sound to comfort him was the unmistakable cackle of his new master.

'Wakey wakey Pirate, there is work to be done.'

He hears the words as though the man was in the room, standing at the end of the bed. Sitting up resting back against the headboard, pressing his finger and thumb to his eyes, rubbing down his nose and round his mouth, settling round his chin, resigned to the fate of the day.

'I have discovered how you can fill my precious hat with a singular magical being, other than your Miss Swan. Meet me at my shop this afternoon after Henry has finished for the day. For now you may go about your day with the illusion of freedom. See what our fearless leaders have planned.'

Killian glared the empty room, clenching his jaw, a throbbing pain ran through his chest. If he were not already sat on the bed he would have fallen to his knees, he felt tight and constricted. The man was gripping on his heart harder than needed, playing with the Captain.

After a few more moments he could feel his chest relax and return to normal, well as normal as one can be in his condition. There were so many thoughts rushing through his mind, bile rising in his throat. The Crocodile was a sick thing, not constantly controlling, giving him the mockery of being free was bad form. To let him feel every thing other than his love. His guilt, pain, disgusted, anger, everything still there but no love. He hoped the reptile could not hear his thoughts, his deepest thoughts and hopes, as small as they were, if he could hold on then maybe. He had changed so much for her, he had been in a lot of bad situations before but even to him this one looked bleak. He hoped that he could act normal, so normal she would, could figure this out.

Pushing that deep within himself, he got out of bed, took to the water closet and lost himself in the warm cascade. Hand and stump flat on the tiles, face lost in the almost cleansing feel of the water, hoping to wash away any evidence of his lack of sleep and the emotion behind it. He knew he had messed up, his palm resting on his empty chest, the constant reminder of his loss. Unable to feel love, so many good feelings and emotions were impossible to grasp. He had done the one thing he said he would not do. He just wanted to be whole for her. His mind fell on the message he left the nigh at the manor, how he meant every word. He hoped the Crocodile was done with his Swan and Henry after that failure.

Killian pulled himself together and got ready for the day ahead of him. Pulling the clothes that he had pick out for their date. He so clearly remembered the vision before him, her flustered reaction at his change. A small smile graced his face at the memory, a slight warmth ran through his chest, too quick to hold on too. His hope flickered, maybe just maybe. Taking a deep breath, mentally putting on his mask for the day, he made his way down to the diner. He wanted to see Emma. He should push away, make it easier when he died. If she thought he didn't want her it wouldn't hurt her so much. NO! Killian Jones was a man of good form. He would fight this to the bitter end, do everything within his limited power to get out of this bloody mess. He would have hope. He was longer the Villain. He would fight for his happy ending.

Grannies was already filling for the breakfast rush when he arrived. Emma and Henry were talking quietly sat by the counter. Thick as thieves they were, the lad look so much like his father like this. Catching Emma's eye, the smile upon her face warmed him like earlier. It was not quite a full smile, it was hiding something but he knew better than to push such things. He would cherish the time he had left. Walking to join them he noted Henry rushing to move his bag out of the way and out of sight. Drawn from his thoughts, she reach out for his hand and interlaced it with hers. That missing feeling aching within him at the her touch. He tried desperately try to tell her by looking into her eyes. See that something is wrong. He felt the pull of the Crocodile orders but persisted pressing a very small fleeting kiss he hoped would prove him right. Emma could tell the difference, couldn't she?

Henry took the opportunity to leave while his mom was distracted with Killian. He already had well over thirty minutes of her going over the plan again and again, making him promise not to doing anything stupid and leave if anything was wrong. Heading towards the pawn shop with his mission on his mind. Phase One in Progress. As the shop was not open yet he made his way to the side door, knocked and waited for the door to open.

'Henry'

'Grampa. Ready for work. Any chance of working with magic today.' He knew this was a redundant question as Rumple had already made it clear that this wouldn't be happening for quite some time, but everything had to be normal and he did ask almost everyday.

'Now Henry, we have discussed this,' placing his hand on the boy's shoulder, guiding him to the back room of the shop. 'We need to work with the basics first. Now.' Rumple spoke turning his voice into his boss voice for his grandson. 'Today, with myself and Bell helping your family with our Snow Queen problem I need you to watch the shop.'

Phase one was going to be easier than he thought, he just needed to get him out so he could use the scarf. Moving to hang his coat and bag on the hooks on the stand, he proceeded to go about his opening up routine.

'Oh mom asked if you could meet her at the station just after lunch so you can all work on the plan together. I think my other mom is meeting her then too.' He hoped not to come across pushy, keeping his voice in a tone resembling normal. Peeking to see his Grandpa, he caught a very quick look of disdain, reluctance and annoyance on his face before it was lost as fast as it came.

After spending most of the morning taking a full inventory of the glass cases, Belle had gone to get food from Grannies for lunch, returning with grilled cheeses and hot coco with cinnamon for Henry. It was sad to think that his man was holding another heart for what must be an evil purpose. Belle looked at him like Snow did Charming. When they had all finished Rumple made his way to leave for the station.

'Henry, if you require any assistance Belle is in the back.' Turning to look him in the eye, a sight hint of his Enchanted Forest self breaking through. 'Remember no touching what was discussed and no going-'

'In the back room with out Grandma. I know I know. I can do this, I will call her if needed.' Giving a cheeky teenage look, wanting to get him out. Turning to his wife, kissing and whispering to her, he left. One down one to go.

Using the counter as cover, he pulled out his phone, sending a quick text to the spare phone Emma was using. Scales is out, Rose soon to follow. Chucking to himself, hoping Emma would like the code names. All he needed to do now was get his Grandma out of the shop now, he knew he wouldn't have long and maybe not another chance.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long. Before he even had chance to put his plan into action he heard a gasp and the clatter of something metal falling to the floor. Before he could rush to her aid she was already rushing the door, a small white and sliver book clasped in her hand.

'Henry I have to go see everyone. I have... I've got.'

He could tell she had found something serious and was torn between asking and waiting the help, knowing it was probably about the spell looming over the town and staying. He chose, Killian needed him, the man had once helped to save him and he wanted to return the favour. He helped her with her coat and tried to comfort her obvious distress.

'It's ok. Go. I can watch the shop you won't be long.' Almost pushing her out the door.

Once he was convinced that she was indeed gone he locked the doors, turned the sign to closed and shut all the blinds. If anyone looked it would just seemed closed and if either Grandparent came back he could always say he thought it was best with no one to help him out. Quickly texting his mom again, Rose Inbound, Henry pulled the scarf and vial from his bag in the back room and stood in the center of the shop floor. Holding them out at arm's length, pleading for it to work, he poured it over the fabric and let it go.

The scarf fluttered to the floor as if nothing happened, willing it on it flickered into life. It was beautiful to watch, serene, flowing as if through water, creating ripples through the length of the fabric. It moved elegantly around the room, waving down to each glass cabinet and cupboard, tracking like a sniffer dog. Snaking by the clothes hanging from the stands, winding round a crystal unicorn mobile, down passed a doll's house that looked a bit like the manor from a few days ago. The bolt of cloth just moved passes it all. After a full circle of the shop, Henry followed as it moved behind the counter. Stopping two foot off the floor by the cash register, circling the boards below. Bending down he could see the fabric try to get lower, after a few attempts it jerked and slammed to the floor and smouldered into ash before disappearing entirely. It was here, It had to be, that is what the protection is for. He was not surprised, upset, but not surprised.

Placing his hand over the spot, it felt not different than it should. He leaned further and put his ear to the floor. Seeing some ash still left on the shelf he blew it away, moving some items to make sure there was no sign of it. Something in the corner caught his eye. He had seen it so many times before. Emma's phone. He reached out hesitantly to pick it up. Hearing Emma's voice telling not to doing any thing stupid but he did it anyway. He closed his eyes and brushed his finger over the phone, hoping for no magical backlash. Nothing. The buzzing in his pocket made him jump. Sighing, putting one phone in his pocket while pulling the other out.

Rose and Scales returning to base

Henry scrabbled to remove any evidence so his actions, running around to get the shop back ready before they returned.

Emma had spent the morning with her parents, brother, Elsa and Killian reviewing books for anything that will help with the spell. Sat at the desk in her office, they had thought of a few ideas that had then fallen through. They had nothing to portal way from here with, there was no way to leave and every record of this spell was at least 800 years old. She was also worried about Henry, she didn't think Rumple would do anything to harm him. Blood was important to the man but after what he had done she hoped he would be ok.

Scales is out, Rose soon to follow.

He always came up with great names. They had been discussing them at breakfast, unable to come up with any asking him to surprise her, as warm flutters spread across her chest for no obvious reason, striking sapphires encompassing her mind for the shortest of milliseconds. One down one to go, putting the phone on her desk. Looking at the pen, Mary-Margaret and David were fussing over Neal while both reading books, unwilling to give up. Killian had pulled a chair by the cells leaning back feet propped up, far too relaxed for the situation but yet not overly so, lost in his own research. While his eyes were on his book she took a moment to look at him. This must be killing him. She wondered how much control he had, having read last night that it was subjective to the masters wishes. She just needed him to hold on, hoping Rumple wouldn't do anything until this was solved.

Regina, Robin and Gold arrived, the ex-Queen had a bright hopeful feel about her. Emma could tell that this was not only from finding a possible solution to the spell. Robins face hid nothing. Emma refused to look Gold in the eye, it would be too much. Stepping to the rest, she was able to get a look at Killian as he hung back a little, head down and a small tense of his body.

'I think I have it.' She smirked at Rumple, proud of her find as Robin placed a few books on the nearest desk, opening the top one.

'Don't keep us in the dark dearie.'

'After Charming came yesterday with the fictional story, I came up with a possible cure, it should work in theory but we will have no time to test and we could be barking up the wrong tree but I am working on my hope, I think it is our best option.' Emma caught the glance between Regina and her mother, all missing look between them, only honesty in her voice.

She knew he was behind her before she felt him place his hand on her back. The more she was around him and felt him, the more she knew he was wrong. The love that normally filled his skin was gone, the only thing left to feel was the slight ache in her own heart. Not wanting to give the game up to Gold, she concentrated on Regina again.

'In the story, the spell was broken by True Loves Kiss and tears right?' Wanting confirmation from David. Nodding she continued. 'After asking Elsa about the original tale, I went back to some old spell books on administering cures. Pulling a green book of the pile, not bothering to open in before throwing it on the desk. 'That land spoke about rain as tears of the sky. If we were to infuse a super charged True Love potion with the very clouds used for the spell they could rain down on the town, covering everyone.' All were in shock. That sounded good.

'Interesting.' Gold spoke, Regina having now gained his full attention, giving her pirate a sight reprieve. 'It would have to be a powerful potion, their True Love might not be enough.' Following Regina looks and thoughts, 'Ah yes, clever your highness.' Regina's eyes flickering between Emma and her family.

'A Family True Love Potion, their blood, that bond, the strength of it, with the extra power of the Saviour, the Truest Believer and using the spells clouds for us this could work.' She spoke with such conviction she left the room in little doubt it would fail.

'Yes, I believe that would work. It can be made here as it will take some time, time we might not all have. I myself have discovered that the ribbons Miss Swan and Queen Elsa wearing will filling them with an immunity to the spell and should fall off once it hits.' He was not happy with this information, this is clear to a least Emma but he hid it well. She could see he wasn't lying but there was something else he was keeping from the group. Well other than the heart situation. Would the spell work on him? Would it work on Killian? Was that Gold's plan, to use the spell as cover or something else? Something involving Killian? He bail-bonds training going into over drive.The Imp turned to look at both Emma and Killian. It took every one once of control to keep composed. The effects of the ribbon playing up again. The pure anger towards this man and what he was still doing to Killian. Killian. She concentrated on him behind, finger locking with hers, that warm tingle was back again. This was not a coincidence, making a mental note to see what the book had to say about this later.

Her phone buzzed. Perfect timing. Picking it up and reading the message. Rose Inbound. Right, this was it, she had to keep them here for as long as possible. Breathing deep and turning round the rest of the room as they started to plan out the next moves, getting the potion ready and how to keep the town safe until it can be used. Rumple, Regina and Belle would work on the potion her at the station, picking up the necessary items at the shop and vault. Mary-Margaret, Killian and Emma would start to ring round the town to tell them they had a cure but to take precaution to stay safe when the spell hit at sunset tomorrow. David and Elsa would be following leads on Ingrid. Mary-Margaret also made a schedule so that everyone had time to sleep but didn't leave the potion unmanned.

'We have a big problem!' Belle rushed through the door knocking over the stack of papers on the desk, out of breath. She opened up a little white book to a page kept with a bookmark, pointing to a section of words but spoke from memory, looking at the group. Fear throughout her face, her eyes frantically flicking between each of them.

'The spell of shattered sight is truly devastating if cast but left to develop for more than twenty-four hours before unleashed. If the inflicted are not cured within one hour, the effects of the spell become permanent.'

'May I suggest we get started as it appears there is no time to waist.' Eyes zoning in on the Captain. 'We will be back shortly.' Rumple rushed his wife out the door while the rest of the group were still taking the information in. Emma came round quick enough to text Henry, Rose and Scales returning to base.

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