Rating: T

Spoilers: 4x08-9

Summary: 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. Emma and Elsa are fighting Gold.

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

The Last thing Emma remembered was a dark flashing green ball hurtling towards her and a sharp hot pain down her left side as she collide with the ground. Where had Killian gone? She knew he would want to help, she had even conjured a copy of his cutlass to make him feel less helpless but Emma had not seen him or heard him at all.

Emma came round as the wind whipped down the street, brushing snowflakes in her hair that covered her face. It was matted and warm on the right just above her temple. Raising her hand to the painful area and pulling away, she could see blood covering it. Her vision still blurred, Emma looked around to get her bearings. Seeking out Killian or Elsa, her eyes she found her man a mere few feet from her. Why was he just standing there? Upon closer inspection, his head was resting on the air, lips moving but she could hear no sound. She could still hear everything else so why not him. She met his blood hot, deep blue eyes and his face changed. Relief filled it as he banged against the invisible hold, pointing to his left at the space behind her.

Following the line of his fingers, she saw a large trail of snowflakes blocking her view of Elsa and Rumple, the latter still holding the other in a death grip. Rushing upright Emma found she was unsteady in her stance, swaying, she jerking out her hands to aid with her balance and shuck her head to try and clear it.

Realising Elsa's predicament, Emma made to fling any spell to stop him but the snowflakes congealed together and Ingrid appeared, throwing a stream of hexes at Gold, hitting him in the arm holding Elsa, who fell to the floor gasping for breath.

'You.' Pointing to the man. 'You broke our deal, you monster.' Her normal calm exterior no where to be seen. 'You said the girls, my sisters would not be harmed by your hand.' Every other word as punched with a new spell aimed at Gold. As he deflected each one, his foot caught the potion vial knocking it further from the fight and away from Elsa. 'No longer will you interfere with the lives of others.'

'Maybe you should take your own advice. Dearie.' Rumple spat out, throwing blasts of dark energy towards to Snow Queen.

Emma was split between helping Elsa, getting the potion and going to Killian. Seeing the look on his face gave her the courage to leave him and put personal wants aside to help the town. For the smallest moment, she considered ignoring him but he was right, they didn't have time. Rushing to Elsa's aid, Emma helped her off the floor as the blood from her head dripped passed her ear and down her neck. Moving quickly they ducked out of the way of a deflected spell, taking cover behind a car.

'You ok?' Emma heard Elsa say.

'Shouldn't I be asking you that.' It was how she coped at time like this, flinching as Elsa placed an icy hand to her cut, inspecting it. Her eyes caught the clock. Twenty-five past. She had already lost twenty-five minutes. She looked to Killian again, needing to make sure he was still alright. He was pointing at the vial as it clattered around, bouncing on the cracked road. If it broke all would be lost, they needed to get it quickly. 'Fine. You get the potion, I'll help Ingrid with Gold.' And get Killian's Heart.

Splitting apart from each other, Emma made her way to the fight. It killed her to leave Killian where he was, smashing his fist against the barrier holding him. She knew he would be thinking of Liam and Milah. How he was helpless to stop their deaths, his fear for hers clearly evident in his actions but this way he could be kept safe, at least for now.

Rumple and Ingrid were locked in a fierce display of magical prowess. Emma joined in just as Elsa had done for her earlier. With Ingrid being an accomplished sorceress and Emma's outright power, the scales were even, giving them a good chance of winning. Emma had never seen Gold like this. He moved with such ease, his every movement had a purpose. Their fight was quite like those Emma had seen in Harry Potter films, no words but powerful flowing movements, pushing it in to their next attack. The bright flashes of the different spell flooding the street in bold colours. The Snow Queen took the lead with Emma backing her up where needed. Emma may have doubted her actions over the last few weeks but she had never doubted her reasons for why. She had seen the truth from the beginning. Ingrid did care for her and was doing it now, drawing as much fire to her and away from Emma and Elsa.

In the corner of her eye, Emma could see Elsa move through the minefield, snaking past the jagged, broken street and large shards of ice stabbed into the ground, moving closer to the potion. She raised some sort of ice shield to block unwanted off shoots and debris coming her way.

Emma changed her plan and began to try and conjure Killian's heart from Gold, using the distractions Ingrid was giving her. Letting her magic build, emotion flow through her, her love for him her driving force. Emma scanned the out with her magic, focusing on the pull in her chest. She could feel it. It was close. Still on Gold's person. This was confirmed when Gold was blasted back, loosing his footing and fell to the floor. Eyes immediately finding his, Killian grabbed his chest, feeling the impact himself.

It was too much to take, left to be a bystander while everything happened around him. His hand few up to his chest as he felt like he had just been slammed into a wall. The Crocodile had just gone down so he must still have his heart on his person, Emma had seen it too. Former enemies working together against a greater foe, the Dairy Queen was a better match for the Dark One than Elsa had been, the odds falling in their favor again.

Mind racing, going over what had all ready happened within the spells time frame, Killian had a feeling that he was missing something important or Emma had. Running through the conversations at the docks, the ones at the the clock tower before and after the Imp arrival. Then it hit him, hit him like a fallen mast. No. She had missed it. An Evil Act. She thought it was the spell. She had no idea that the great evil was meant to be her death by his hand before the Croc crushing his broken heart. The final piece of the puzzle. The broken heart of someone who knew Rumple before he became the Dark One. There was no doubt Killian's mind that if had he done it, killed his Swan, his heart would have well indeed been broken. That's why he was still alive, the man was trying to break him this way. No Killian thought, he would be strong. He had hope. Still, Swan didn't know any of this and locked in this cell he had no way to tell her.

The fight raged on. Killian could see that Gold could have taken all three of them out two or three times by now, but this show was meant for him. They were being picked off piece by piece. Every time Elsa got close to the potion the man would send an energy wave or curse to move it from her reach, catching her once, hitting her the shoulder, dislocating it. Ingrid's feet were shredded, caked in fresh blood and her dress had split in places. She looked exhausted by the amount of magic needed to keep up. Emma, Gods Emma. She had faired the best of them. Other than her head and waist she looked ok. Strong and powerful. Magic growing all the time. Though there was no wind any more, her hair began to spread out, flowing smoothly against her quick movements. She radiated with a very faint glow. You wouldn't really notice but he did, he couldn't keep his eyes off her.

His chest ached, panic rising. It was too much. It needed to stop. Flying debris hit against his cell causing him to jump back and see the clock. Twenty-to. Twenty minutes left. They were running out of time and the Crocodile knew it. Every moment he could, Killian could feel his repulsive leer raising the hairs on the back of his neck.

Then it happened so fast. Elsa was across the street from him, just a few feet from the vial and Gold was busy and had yet to notice. Taking the potion in hand, she shouted out to Emma.

'Got it.' Running from the spells that had begun to come her way, darting around to get to Emma, Elsa stumbled screaming out as she twisting on her ankle, holding herself up on a near by traffic post, potion still in hand.

'Enough of this.' Rumple spoke with his giggle lilt, flicking his wrists, bobbing his head, far too happy with himself. Catching Emma in a moment of weakness, he knocked her down and sent a fragment of glass from the library door at Elsa. As it moved through the air it became encased in a dark purple smoke before striking.

'Nooooo.' She had moved so quickly Killian was convinced she had to have used magic to get there that fast. Ingrid moved into the path of the glass, throwing a spear like ice shard at Gold before raising her hands too late as it hit her in the stomach. She looked down as a faint red stain spread through her dress, hands shacking afraid to touch as she fell to her knees, the glass melting into the wound.

Hearing Emma's gut curdling screams, he turned to look, seeing the spell that the Snow Queen sent had hit the imp, encasing him in ice. It would not hold out for long, it had already begun to crack. Swan ran to the woman, Elsa crawling on her good leg, catching Ingrid before she fell back on the road. He couldn't hear anything so his panic rose. Desperately trying to get his loves attention regarding The Crocodile.

Suddenly his panicked stopped, his fears soothed yet sadness was their. He felt different. Even with the connection, he could still feel the Crocodile's impression on his heart, but no longer. He felt comfort, calm and cared for. The raging inferno of hope bloomed within him. Killian came up with every solution except for the one he hope was true. Maybe it was because of the ice, blocking the Croc's hold, maybe their connection was stronger, blocking him out completely. Maybe, just Maybe. Lost in this uplifting feeling of hope, he missed Emma moving in front of him, eyes bloodshot from the tears still falling down her cheeks. His smile dropped to shock as she pulled his heart from behind her back. The while glow from before shown out brighter than ever, weaving it's way round his heart continuously circling it.

'How?' He didn't even see her take it. The word left his lips forgetting she couldn't hear him.

Emma was getting pissed off. The man was playing with them like a cat with a mouse, letting them just hang on and not take them out. He was sick and twisted. Every moment the man could, he would stare at Killian, laughing, shouting out jeers 'Had enough yet Captain!', torturing him. Emma could see he was barely holding on.

Try as she might, she couldn't get the heart from Gold. Each time she would get a little closer to reaching it before she had to move or defend herself. Then she heard it. Elsa had the potion. Before she could react Rumple spoke like his true Enchanted Forest self, his voice giggling.

'Enough of this.' Blown off her feet, Emma hit the deck taking the brunt of it on her already damaged side.

Ingrid moved so fast the fabric of her cape shimmered into flakes of snow, stretching out like a comets tail. Emma stumbled to her feet as the Imp twirled his wrists and flinch his left shoulder back, ice starting to cover his body. This was her moment. Concentrating on her love, his love, willing her magic to submit to her wishes, she felt her hand drop under the wait of it. It worked. She had his heart. With no time to think further, she held it tight to her skin instinctively as she saw Gold become fully encased in ice.

The stain on Ingrid's abdomen grew larger. Without realising what she was doing, Emma was screaming and running to her. She would have happily killed the Queen for what she had done to her, to her family, to the town but see her like this, bleeding out, she felt a familiar pull. Emma knelt down as Elsa draped her aunt over her thighs. Taking Elsa eyes in hers, she could see the same confusion, the same pull to this woman.

'Emma. Elsa.' The Queen eyes fluttered open, catching the sisters she wanted so much. 'I just wanted us to be a family. I wanted what you already had. What I lost.' Her breath rasped, slowing down becoming shallower. 'I love you both. I... I couldn't let him hurt you.' She reached up, cupping Elsa cheek lovingly.

Emma was lost in the emotion of it all. Her sheer joy at Killian's heart still beating frantically her hand the white interlacing from before returning brighter than ever. Yet she had this pull, this draining and unnerving sadness hanging in her gut. This woman had cared for her, she had seen no lies in her words. Her free hand roamed over the wound, shacking while planing to heal it. The blood stain suddenly turned black and began to smell of something bitter she couldn't place.

'No.' Emma spoke as she whimpered over the dying woman.

'Hurry. He...He won't be kept in there fo-...for long.' Unable to keep her eyes open for longer, she breathed deeply speaking again. 'Fix this mistake I have made.' A single tear left from both Emma's and Elsa's eyelashes and landed on the Queen's cheek at her words.

Like in New York, it all lashed before her eyes. Emma was bombarded with her missing memories. She leaned back with the shock, eyes glazing over.

'It's ok sweety. I know your new here but you're going to be just fine.' Ingrid had given back her camera from Kevin. No one before had bother to do that. She was just a pay check, nothing more. It was not like this here. Still Emma felt the need to leave. Everyone was the same, everyone left.

'I'm going to care for you.' Ingrid was sat on the sofa, catching Emma as she tried to leave having seen the signs that she would go. No one had bothered before. She really did care. She wanted to help, she had hurt to, telling Emma about her past. Then she had not dragged her back upstairs or smacked her around for her disobedience. She gave her the choice to leave. No one did that.

'I'm filling out the paper work to adopt you.' It had been a great day at the arcade, just what she thought a real family day out was like. Seeing the papers had brought her crashing down. It was happening again, she was going back. She never would have imagined adoption. She really did want her. Emma would have a mom who loved her, she would have the life she craved for. Ingrid really did loved her. She made her feel wanted, the first person to do that ever. She had been right all along. Emma did have magic but how was a teenage going to believe that. Holding her in front of a car was not the way to do it. Fairy tales and magic weren't real or so she had thought.

Looking down, she broke. Ingrid had died. She didn't get to see that they remembered. She may have done some evil things but all she wanted was family and acceptance. No matter what, Emma had again lost someone else she had once loved. Elsa looked done, all energy gone, passing out by her aunt. Emma quickly checked her pulse and sighed, feeling it beating strongly.

Looking down at her other hand she remembered what she had and the time they had left. Standing up, she checked on Gold while walking to Killian, she was right, the cracks in the ice were only getting longer. The moment the ice broke she needed to get the potion. Turing her attention back to her pirate, taking him in for the first time since the fight started, he looked so lost in thought. He hadn't even noticed she was now stood in front of him. She couldn't hear his word but she knew what he'd said. Raising the heart to her lips, she kissed it gently and spoke softly.

'You always said I would make a good pirate.' Smiling through her words.

His face in awe, she saw it completely, his love, his devotion. The only one who had never left her, who fought for her. Drawing again on that love, he power becoming easy to tap into, she raised her hand to lower the shield as the sound of ice shattering filled the air, slicing through the shouts still coming from the townspeople. That voice chilling her.

'Oh you don't want to be doing that Dearie.' Gold had broken free but was just standing there, smiling, hands twirling, pointing at them both.

'I'm pretty sure I do Gold.'

'And let the whole town fall for your selfish action. Tsk tsk tsk. ' Gold pointed to the clock. Ten minutes to the hour. Ten minutes left. 'I'm not a cruel man Miss Swan so I will make you a deal. The potion... for the heart.' The man voice growled out the last few words.

'No.' Emma saw Killian slam his body into the barrier, his mouth racing, no doubt spitting profanities that would make even the rudest of sailors blush. Darting between the clock and Gold there was no time for anything. Think Emma Think! 'No deal Gold. How do I know that you won't just take the potion back anyway?'

'Because I want it to work.' He began to pace, taking his time with his words. 'For this to work I need there to be the highest feeling of True Love I can use so my Great Act of Evil can have the full effect. True Love covering this town will be more than adequate.' His voice calm and cutting.

'What-.. I thought.' Emma shook her head, that couldn't be right, the spell was the evil he needed.

'No Miss Swan. My act of great evil is to break the heart of someone who knew me before I was the Dark One. Luckily I can always count on the help of friends.' He leered at Killian, laughter in his words. 'At first I was going to get him to kill you but you both surprised me.'

'I have a habit of doing that.' Emma spoke, refusing to show her inner turmoil. Time ticking by.

'Oh and how sweeter you have made this.' Mutter more to himself before continuing. 'This connection you share will make my powers only increase. So you have to decide. You can either choose the man you have finally allowed yourself to love, your True Love, taking the selfish, easy route and left the town perish. Could you even look at him again knowing you gave up for family for him. It may not be as powerful but it will work to sever me from my dagger, leaving me with all my powers unchanged.' She knew what he was doing. He was breaking her heart. Her magic failing as his words hit her hard. Knowing what she had to do, what she would have to give up.

'Or you can choose to give me your love heart, to be the Savior, the leader you were born to be. The potion will cover the town in happiness, everyone freed before I take it to become more powerful than ever before. Your family will be safe but your heart will be broken. Your magic will fade and you will know for the rest of your life that you let your True Love go, never to be in his arms again. To never hear the words he has been too sacred to say to you. I will even give you Henry. It will easy enough to take him back from you.' He continued with his torment.

Five minutes left.

'Or you could wait until the bell strikes and you will get nothing, the town lost and I will just take the heart. Either way I win, each one will break his heart because each choice will break yours. So Miss Swan. The potion.' placing his palm out, vial appearing in his grasp. 'for the heart.'

She couldn't pick. How could she pick.

'Tick Tock Dearie'

What will she choose?

This has really grown much bigger than expected, but the words just flew out. This next chapter is what started the whole fic so I really want to get it right, hopefully tissues at the ready. Major angst ahead!

Reviews please they feed my muse, don't let him go hungry. ;P