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 but Killian failed due to a very rare connection. The spell of shattered sight has begun to take affect. A cure has been found but if not administered with one hour, the effects are permanent. Emma has told her parents and Elsa about Killian's heart.

Disclaimer: I own nothing but my love for the show.

'Well isn't this interesting.'

Breaking apart, Emma looked upon her son's grandfather, Killian's heart clutched in his hand, each word exposing his teeth, clearly disgruntled at the freshly passed event . She moved to protect Killian, placing herself between them, only to find that he had done the same for her. Their now constant connection, growing strong and linking them together. The out right hatred Killian had for this man was more than Emma had every felt.

'Gold. Give back his heart now.' Emma said standing proud, flexing her fingers, ready to strike at a moments notice.

'Now Miss Swan, I suggest you stand down. The only reason your pet is still alive is because I find this situation intriguing.' Gold spoke in his reserved chilling manner and began to dig his fingers into the heart causing Killian to hiss in pain, ('Swan'), and drop to one knee.

Stepping back a little and relaxing her posture, agreeing to this parley of sorts, Emma knew she had to play for time until Elsa arrived with the potion. Once they had it they could reverse the spell and Gold wouldn't have the evil act to sever himself from the dagger. Rumple released his grip, point having been made and began to look at it in more detail.

'Bloody Reptile.' Killian muttered under his breath and stood again next to Emma, their hands falling together as if seconded nature, both craving each others touch. As they connected the heart Emma so desperately wanted back began emanate a faint while light. It looked a lot like Henry's had in Neverland only instead the magical gold interlacing, a white shimmer had begun to envelop it from the base to the top. Drawn to the light, Emma let go of Killian's hand and the glow disappeared.

Gold seemed to be just as confused as them both as Killian ran his hand over his empty chest, his face displaying a faint smirk as if remembering a happy thought.

'This is very fascinating. In all my years I have yet to see this. Oh I am going to enjoy this more than initially anticipated. Come on Captain, come closer to me.' Again speaking directly into the heart. Killian's step faltered. Not today. Emma would not fail now after what the book had predicted.

'I think not, Killian is mine and is staying right here.' Just to prove that she spoke the truth, Killian stood firm, body tensing and became his own again. His face was full of awe. She knew why. She had called him hers and he was. 'You're a villain and villains don't get happy endings. The spell will be broken and you will have no great evil to work with.'

Emma didn't like the look in Gold's eyes. She was convinced that she was still missing something, he was still far to happy about their current situation. Given more time, she knew Killian would have told her everything he knew of Gold's plan, but as usual everything was happening too quick to get all the information. Emma wondered if she could get him to talk out his plan like they do in the movies, playing to the man's arrogance.

'It would seem your nefarious plan had failed Crocodile.' There was the pirate who she could- no, had grown to love. His eyebrow raised in mock at his former master. 'I have failed to kill our dear Savior and I will relish in whatever she wishes to do with your sorry arse.' His voice had just enough disdain to get a rise out of him, hopefully playing into their hands and yet not so much to push him too far, he still held his heart after all. He stood by her side, a united front, they had always been a good team.

Gold spoke in a vicious tone but Emma couldn't pay attention as Elsa had turned on the the road behind before ducking out of sight. Emma conjured a note behind her back giving Elsa instruction of the quick thought out plan and poofed it to her. She was drawn back to the conversation by the use on one word. Henry

'What?' Both exclaimed together.

'What have you done with Henry? If you harm a hair on his head.' Killian grunted in agreement, lifting his hook as if to strike. How dare he put a finger on my son, family or not!

'Not that you need to worry about it for much longer Miss Swan but I will be taking my wife and grandson. I have them safely stored until I have what I came for.'

'He will never choose to leave his family willingly.' Killian interjected.

'They will if they are lead to believe that we are the only ones left. A small modification to their memory should suffice and I will be the hero who tried to save the town from this Queen taking them away just in time.' The man was sick, always dealing in lies and manipulation. The unbridled rage that she emanated from the attack of words encompassed Emma. Loosing control of her emotions she lashed out and threw a few blasts of light magical energy at him, forgetting for a moment the precious cargo he was holding on to.

Deflecting one with ease, Gold extinguished the another one while the last broke through the library door, shattering the glass as it slid over the floor. The sounds of Scarlet's voice rabbiting on about the bloody man who punched him in the face. Gold waved his had to subdue the thief as Killian pressed his chest against her left side.

'Don't love.' Speaking so only she could hear him. 'He is trying to goad a rise out of you. Don't let him. I may know where Henry is. He will be safe for now, he wouldn't truly hurt your lad. Blood is too important to him.' His breath on her neck was intoxicating, soothing her need to just barge into an all out war with the reptile. Killian's life was still on the line. 'We need my heart back. I'm not done with you yet love.'

Elsa had used this distraction to move closer to the confrontation. With her here they may just have the upper hand. In the small amount of time she had hidden in an alley a little back behind Gold. Peeking her head around the wall she made to catch Emma's eye, showing the potion and waiting form the word to strike.

Concentrating again, focusing her magic, building it up while trying to make it look as though not, Emma moved her feet wider, strengthening her stance ready for battle. If only they didn't need both of them to get the potion in the clouds, half of her problems could have been solved by now.

Wordlessly communicating for Killian to see Elsa and catch on that the time was vast approaching, they both began to move around the devil, forcing him in the opposite direction to cover them. Circling each other, they slowed as Gold's back lay exposed to Elsa.

'Oh Miss Swan. Did you really think that I would fall for that.' Gold said, turning quickly, blasting a curse in Elsa's direction who only just managed to move out of the way in time, falling out into the road, the wall crumbling in her wake.

Emma took advantage of his misplaced attention, aiming spells of her own at Gold but only targeting the space by his feet. She needed to get Killian's heart first. The tarmac where they had hit cracked and tore under the pressure. She could hear Killian moving to aid her though she didn't know what help he would be this magic fight. He was a weakness Gold could still exploit.

Emma and Elsa stood either side of the Dark One, locked in a quick and frantic duel. He knew he was out of his depth but he would be dammed if he was going to sit by and watch as the woman who called him hers fought for his life. A cutlass appeared on the floor by his feet, his cutlass in fact. Even locked in battle Emma knew he could not stand idly by. She knew him so well.

Rushing to pick it up his face hit the air, repelling him back. Raising his hand to the space before him, feeling frantically for some answer, he felt a barrier of some sort. Killian felt around for a break, a fault, a soft spot but found he had been encased in a box barely wide and tall enough to hold him, like a common house pet. Enraged by his confinement, he watched on as spells and curses flew through the air lighting the ever darkening sky, missing both women. Killian screamed out, desperately seeking someone's, anyone's attention, forced to watch as his love jumped from side to side, giving as good as he had ever see her wield her magic. Banging his fist against the barrier he continued to shout.

'Swan, Emma, look out.' No one looked his way. Emma didn't even seem to notice his absence and hear him at all. In some ways this was worse than killing her himself. Again he would be forced to watch as the bloody wretched devil attempted to take another love from his life. 'Nooooooo Emma.'

Killian could feel his Captain persona rise from the deep recesses of his subconscious and burst through his very pores. His gaze became hooded and darkness filled his eyes. Striking down at the air to only hit the magical encasing him, a ripple of grey light moved through the invisible wall. Like at the ice cave he slammed in hook to try to break through but instead of fear, anger fueled him.

The battle was a sight to behold. A few of the towns people who had broken free were keeping their distance, even while under the influence of the spell they still feared the pawn broker.

Killian could only look on as near by mailboxes and damaged parts of the street were magically thrown towards to Dark One who easily moved aside while Elsa used her ice powers to try and subdue him, freezing the cracked ground at his feet.

His face felt wet, his voice horse from his pointless shouting. Emma still had not seen that he was out of action, locked away. Gold was now using both hands to fight the royals having placed the heart out of sight. Killian knew that Gold needed to crush his heart with the hat some how, so as long as she was here fighting he was certain that she wouldn't let that happen. Emma's powers were growing with each use, becoming more confident in her skills. The Imp's face read irritated by his own failure to finish this, sending a large ball of dark smoke encased in green sparks, flashing like lightning from the gods towards Emma. His breath hitched as she didn't see it coming at first, shouting in hope that she would move from it's path. The man was clearly enjoying putting Killian through this torment.

Emma flung herself from the oncoming spell, only catching the edge of it, burning her waist, singeing the fabric of her top and hitting her head on the road, passing out.

Gold turned his attention to Elsa as Emma failed to move from her fall. While watching the fight, Killian could see that on her own, Elsa was no match for the reptile. Torn between the continuing fight and his love, eyes darting, the high pitched scream forced him to look in Elsa's direction.

She had lost the upper hand that they had begun to get while fighting alongside Emma. The spell aimed for her hit it's target, stunning her back and left her unable to block Gold as he raised his arm in a move all to familiar to Killian. Elsa was lifted off the floor, clambering to release herself, unable to breathe as her throat was cut off, potion falling to the floor lodging in a crack in the road.

They were loosing. Emma's plan was failing. Killian hand smashed against his cage, the skin splitting round his knuckles, hook bending under the strain. Focusing on the weakening connection, he tried to pull Emma from her slumber, hoping to drive her to get up. Hope Killian, hope.

'Emma! Emma! Swan! For gods sake woman get up. Don't... Please.' His voice straining, body aching, wishing, begging, pleading for her to get up and save Elsa. 'Fight gods damn it.' If she died, Emma would only blame and never forgive herself. She still didn't move but she was still alive. Killian could feel it deep within himself.

Elsa's hands began to give out as her eye's fluttered in a look of panic, the look of one moments from death. Hanging his forehead, resting it against the force keeping him locked inside, he closed his eyes. He had seen many deaths in his long life, dealing many out by his own hand but he couldn't bring himself to watch her impending passing.

'Please.' Voice whispering in prayer at any deity who would listen. 'Please someone help us.'

Don't know if i am happy with this. I wanted to go into more detail about the battle but every way I wrote it sounded lame.

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