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. Emma and Elsa are fighting Gold. Ingrid turned up but was killed by Gold as Emma and Elsa remembered her. Gold has given Emma a Deal.

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

A/N: So sorry for the lateness, hands are really playing up. Originally This chapter had songs attached Bound to You (from Burlesque), but after hearing 'The Words' (Christina Perri) had to change the whole thing. They both have bits that so work for this chapter.

Not beta'd and been up all day to try and get this out.

But I wouldn't trade a day for the chance to say
My Love, I'm in love with you
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I promise you the truth can't hurt us now
So let the words slip out of your mouth
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Can you see that I'm bound in chains?
I've finally found my way
I am bound to you

'Either way I win, each one will break his heart because each choice will break yours. So Miss Swan. The potion for the heart.'

Killian's world dropped from underneath him, his chest so tight he could barely breathe. That sick, twisted, sadistic, callous, deplorable, cruel man. Nay Imp. The unholy offspring of deceit and malice. This was it, no time left, no time for second chances, no time to save both. Killian didn't doubt that he would give them Henry if just to take him right back causing more pain to his beloved. Not only was he breaking his promise to Emma, (there was only one choice to make in his eyes), her decision today would destroy her and the devil would become more powerful than before. It had taken him so long to scale her wall he feared that this would cause Emma to cut herself off from everyone, her defenses higher so not even her family could reach. He didn't want her to be consumed with darkness and lust for vengeance. Killian had traveled that path for several lifetime and all it gave him was an empty life and a darkened heart. Gold was right, whatever Emma chose would lead to despair.

'Tick Tock Dearie.' The Dark One relished in the tense atmosphere.

For the first true time in his adult life Killian was scared, not for himself but for her, for Henry, heck for the entire town. He knew this man better than most people if not the best. He thrashed around in his cage, hitting out, unable to contain his anger any longer, further breaking the split skin on his knuckles. Killian wanted to run his hook in the man chest, carving him from nose to tail, dagger be damned. His arms began to give out, chest heaving chocking out his sobs of rage.

'I want to hear him. I want to hold him.' Her voice firm but Killian could hear the crushed defeated tones underneath. 'Give me that. Please.' Her plea so quite you'd had to strain to hear it. Killian glanced at her and found a resound look upon her face. Tears streaming down, her eyes cataloging his every feature. Dropping his head between his raised arms he tried to take a breathing before turning to face her head on, failing to hide the hurt, eyes still closed holding back the last of his tears. He needed to be strong for her, he could see her decision had already been made and it was terrifying her, he agreed, her family should and will always come first. Take the deal Swan.

'And miss the opportunity to decimate my enemy's entirely. No Miss Swan, but do I take your question as an acceptance of my offer? Time is a wasting.' Speaking as he almost skipped back and forth unable or unwilling to hid his glee.

Everything around Killian faded from view until there was only her, he didn't care about anything but her. His last moment would be with her in any way he could. He stood as close to her as he could, running his fingers over his lips, a single tear escaping as he rested his head on the magic-field. He remembered their last kiss, the last time he felt her body, it was in this exact spot.

'Killian. Look at me. Please. I'm not good at goodbyes.' That did him in. He opened them slowly, his vision blurred from his hidden tears. She still managed to take his breath away, bleeding and broken, his heart resting in her hands by her lips. Down the middle, a faint golden line, barely the width of a hair, started to crack as it's magical glow flickering away. She took a deep breath and spoke with firm conviction.

Emma was broken. There was no way out of this. Time was lost. It was an impossible decision. Either him or her family, Savior or Lover, Hero or Villain. She knew in her heart the decision had been made, just too afraid to acknowledge it. One look at Killian proved that point. If this was to be their end, then how much more could the truth hurt them? The words they had both kept from each other needed to be spoken at least once. She had to be sure he knew how much he meant to her, how much she had changed around him, hoping that he would feel the same way too. As you wish Mi'Lady.

'K-Killian Jones.' She faulted with her words, pushing through the fear. 'My Killian. I only wish we had more time. I would tell you what you truly mean to me. I was so lost, left to believe that I was unwanted and unloved, unsure of my place in the world. All my life no one ever stayed, no one fought for me.' She had never been so open with him. Each word both elated and cracked his heart just a little further. 'Then I met an infuriating rapscallion who challenged everything.' A small smile broke through the tears before toppling back. 'You saw right through me, Killian. You sparked something I hadn't felt in years never mind so suddenly. Atop the beanstalk it became too much. My walls I had spent so many years hiding behind felt like glass, exposing me, letting you see right through to the real me. I left you there not because I didn't trust you, it was because I started to and that scared the crap out of me. I couldn't let someone in who could break me again, so I ran before you could. Whether you meant to or not at first, you kept coming back. Each time proving the man you are.' She took a moment to compose herself and say the words he longed to hear.

'I don't need to hear you say you love me because you have told me in more than words. You say it with every touch, every kiss, every silent gesture. Nothing is going to hurt more than this so no more lies, no more running, no more hiding. You deserve to hear this once out loud. I love you Killian Jones. I love that you came back for me. I love that you were there for me even before I wanted you to be. I love you so much it kills me to know that all this a started because you thought you weren't good enough for me, that I gave you any reason to think you are in anyway lacking. You were enough Killian, you have and will always be enough for me. I love that you give me the strength to make the most impossible choice.' Emma gently kissed his heart, drawing the faintest scrap of hope she had left and whispered just for him. 'I love you and I believe that death cannot stop True love. All it can do is delay it for a while and I will fight heaven, earth and every realm in between to get you back to me.' She may have borrowed the words from her favorite book but they right.

Emma saw his lips move. The crack in his heart moved almost half way down in sharp splits yet he showed no physical signs of pain. She couldn't hear a word he spoke but she knew he needed this as much as she did. His words were few but his actions did show her everything she needed to know. She had to do this now or she wouldn't be able to it, no matter how it felt.

'Deal.' Emma held her hand holding his heart out towards Gold, keeping her eyes on the man she so deeply loved.

In the blink of an eye she had moved to where Rumple had just been stood, the potion now in her possession. Facing both of them, she watched on as the reptile waved his arm expanding the force field to encase them both out of her reach. Killian stood stoic, jaw clenched, unwilling to give any hint of the mayhem clearly raging inside him. Blind panic rose from deep down within her. Elsa was still out for the count and it would take two of them to work the potion, the clock was running out. Had Rumple just got what he wanted anyway? As if sensing her thoughts Rumple chuckled and spoke out to her.

'Come along Dearie, no time to waste.' Again he reached out his hand causing the potion to rise out of hers and into the sky. 'Your turn.'

Pushing aside her anguish and impending loss, she focused on the task at hand and why she needed to do this. Her parents, Henry, baby Neal and all the rest of the town who fate was left with her. Extending her magic, feeling out for the vial above, she moved her hands up, fingers straining under the pressure of it all. She visualized it between her now facing hands, her palms flickered with the white light of her magic, building the power up, reaching its peak before shattering the glass and spreading the contents out throughout the clouds left by the spell. The sky began to glow, filling with healing and surrounding the edges of the town, right to the line.

Knowing the job was done, Emma stumbled back, drained by the amount of magic expended. She was sure the Croc could have done that himself, she had a feeling that he knew this but wanted her weakened. Tinsel like streams of purple and green light fell from the sky, each finding an afflicted town person. It was truly a beautiful sight, almost as if fireworks were moving in reverse.

All of the emotions of the past few days hit Emma like a ton of bricks, never having push so hard for so long, feeling so drained. Her chest ached, it would have been less painful to take a knife to it. Lifting her head, she instantly found his eyes. Though still standing as before, she could see his fear for her as he attempted to give her his typical reassuring smirk. Even from this distance she could see how fake it was, Killian could read her well enough to try to comfort her. Emma could see the dread, loss and emotion pain radiating out. In that moment, even though it was her family and her job to bring people their happy endings, she felt that she had made the wrong decision. Why could she not have their happy ending? How could she live without him, he was the only person that was purely hers, the one she could be selfish with. In all the time she knew him, something always came above him, running afraid from her heart. The mere thought of never seeing him again, to never hear his voice was too much to bear.

Adrenaline pumping, using her, no their Love, as strength she rose from her spot on the road hovering a few inches off the ground as she began to glow with magic, clawing to that feeling. Killian, Save Killian. Her hair began to fan out under the force within her as if unable to hold it all in. Save Killian. Pulling together everything she had left, every feeling, every one once of strength, Emma began to bombard the barrier with spells, force waves and other forms of magic she had never seen let alone even used before. Her throat horse from screamed words and incantations. Fighting the inevitable unconsciousness, she watch on as Gold waved his dagger over a small cylindrical box hovering in the air and placed Killian's heart between them.

Panicking, she watched in horror as the barrier began to crack in places but she was too late. The infernal man squeezed and Killian fell to the ground.

'KILLIAN'

Killian desperately wanted to reach out to his love and remove the pain she was clearly in. He had waited so long to hear the words falling from her lips. She loved him. She loved HIM. He thought of loved ones in his life who had gone. To Liam, Milah and Bae. He knew what it felt like to both hearing those words fall at the end and not. No matter how bad it was he would give everything to have his last words and get them right. He knew that even if she could not hear him, she was right, he needed to say them to her. She had to know.

'I would gladly go through all the pain and hell of my three hundred years. All the loss, the anger and darkness for the chance to say, My love, I'm in love with you. Emma Swan, I am deeply and unequivocally in love with you and I will never stop fighting for you.' He took his hand and placed it over where his heart should be, pressing down and gripping the fabric of his clothes while closing his eyes feeling everything and trying to push it to her. He put his hand out to her, placing his over hers, looking straight in the eyes and dropped his head. It was all he could do to let her know it was okay. That he wanted her to pick her family.

Everything beyond seemed to move in slow motion yet it happened in no time at all. Gold was now stood where Emma had been, looking quite happy with these turn of events.

'Take one more step Pirate and I'll kill her and every member of her quite extensive family, one at time, leaving her till last so she can feel the pain of your decision. I like you exactly where you are.' Killian turn to face Emma and nothing else mattered.

Emma began to glow, becoming more like the angle he was convinced she was. The sky above filled with light that played gracefully off her perfect features. It was working, they would live. Oblivious to everything he watched only her. The falling stream of light were casting shadows over her cheeks. Standing firm and resolute, he watched on as Emma threw spell after spell towards the extended barrier but to no avail. The only thing he could think to do was hold on to her words and all the love he could muster. He held to their comfort, their truth, their power. He believed every word. If there was someone who could do it, it would be his stubborn Swan.

The Imp beside him produced his dagger and the bloody hat. Letting it go, the box hovering in the air, the devil waved his dagger over the box reciting words Killian couldn't place. He could see Emma had begun to break the hold on the magic sheild but it was too late. He could feel his chest break in two as his heart became fully cracked. Closing his eyes, Killian spoke his last words as he could feel his heart begin to crumble.

'I love you My Swan.'

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Then the pain stopped, it was over, he was gone. Killian could smell and hear the sound of the ocean as it filled his senses. The soft sway of his ship, a feeling he was all too familiar with, rocked him back and forth as he broke. Leaning back on his legs still knelt down, he tried to raise his arms to hide his face only to find he was encased in shackles. They were unlike any he had seen before and he had been through more than his fair share. Dark and black, like flowing tar dripping round on itself in a semi solid state. They wrapped his wrist and brace, connecting him to the deck. Testing their strength, he tugged but the more he pulled the tighter and shorter they became, dragging him painfully. Wherever the liquid touched him, small welts formed, blistering his skin. Something shuffled in front of him.

'I'm so sorry little brother.'

'Younger brother.' Killian replied out of habit even after so many years. His breath caught as he realized who had spoken, both hoping and fearing the truth. 'Liam.' Lifting his head he saw the only man in his life who he looked up to, the man who was his hero, his idol. Over time it had become difficult to remember finer details of his brother but one look was enough. Nothing had changed. His uniform bright and pressed, boots shining as they caught in the dim light. The paler blue of his eyes that brought him comfort.

'Killian.' Milah's voice broke through the silence and he all but forgot to breathe. Still dressed like the pirates woman she was, her eyes so full of emotional pain. Blinking away her own tears, Killian's attention followed hers to the man walking down from the helm, Neal, it may have been the man before him but Killian could still see the glint of Bae in his eyes.

These three people were those he loved most and lost before their time. Liam, the brother who showed him how to be a man of honor. Milah, the woman that taught him how to love and Bae, the boy who for a brief moment gave him something more than vengeance. To see them here hit home the sharp truth that he was gone and Emma was alone. He let it all go. There was nothing to lose, he was around family, he didn't have to hide, he could just be Killian.

'I'm so sorry brother. Truly, I am. You have grown and become the man of honor I always knew was there.'

'I am no such man Liam. I am a pirate. I have lied, cheated, killed, plundered and pillaged my way through life. I am not worthy of such praise, especially from you.' Killian's voice grew louder as he pulled on his shackles as he stood to his feet and turned from his brother, ashamed for him to see the man he was.

'I don't know about that. You may have fallen from the path but you found that man again. You found your ho-'

'Bloody Hell Liam. I left her.' Killian cut through, screaming out more for his own sake than anyone else. Taking a moment, his shoulders sagged as he moved back to Liam, speaking softly. 'I promised and I left her, broken and now she has to deal with someone who has become more beast than man. I left her just like everyone else has.'

'You didn't leave her. You were taken from her.' Milah moved tentatively, brushing her hand over his cheek in a motion Killian had all but forgotten. She had done this when she really needed him to listen. He flinched initially before leaning into her touch.

'I am afraid she will turn into me. After I lost you I fell further from my humanity. I spent the next few centuries so lost in revenge. I can't...I wish.' He dropped his head on her shoulder as she hugged him, Liam patting his back, Neal on the other side. 'Sorry Milah.' Pressing a soft kiss upon her forehead. Lost in the commotion Killian failed to notice the shackles had slackened off allowing for his movement on deck.

'Where are we?' Killian moved around to take in his surroundings in more detail. The Jolly was gently rocking by a empty dock that disappeared off into a whisping grey fog that encompassed the land leaving only the sea with a clear view, the sun beginning to set in the distance. The sails wafted in what little breeze there was. The faint sound of indistinguishable words just to quiet to hear yet they still sent chills down his spine.

'We are in the in-between, the world between worlds. This place is for those who have yet to pass into the next world, life still held in the balance.' Neal gestured to the irons still holding Killian down. 'Whatever is going on, your fate is still yet to be determined. Those are to keep you here so have to move on. Magic is forcing the choice, keeping you from going back.' He didn't know how to feel anymore, there could still be away. Swan was fighting and so would he.

'Rumple.' Milah spoke before Killian had chance. 'He means to keep you here so he can break the hold of the dagger but she is fighting Killian. Look.' The shackles were pulsing with a white glow giving more room to move, each new flash burned brighter as small globs of the tar fell to the deck, hissing as they boiled away.

'David.' Snow took in the sight before her. The street was the true definition of a war zone. By the door to the library a small group of townsfolk had form round what looked like a body on the ground. 'No, David.'

Taking his hand they made there way to the group, fearful of what they would find. Granny saw them coming, her eyes swimming with tears confirming what she thought to be impossible. Snow didn't hear any sympathies or words of sorrow, all she could see was her daughter, battered, beaten, draped over the man she loved. Her head buried in his neck, one hand hidden beneath her while the other gripped Killian's chest, his fingers interlocking with hers, over where his heart should be. Their bodies curved into each other. The desperate need to hold her child over came the fear from before. David had already moved but was blocked by magical barrier. An old man in his early fifties moved beside them dissipating the magic.

'Let me.' She moved to her daughter as grumbles from further down the street cause a wave on gasps in the ever growing gathering. Before she could reach the old man spoke again loud and vengeful.

'You!'

OMG how good was episode, so much Hook and CS, so very happy. I would like add that a few of the things in this happen to be similar to what happening cannon. Can't believe i guessed some thing. Don't worry they are just small things.

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