Chapter 11

AN: I own nothing. I have to thank Natalie for her amazing job in editing and reworking part of this chapter for me. You are the best! This chapter is named after Cascada's "Everytime we touch". Thank you to everyone, who has reviewed, follows my story or added it as a favorite.

"What do you say we move over to the bed, love?" Killian raised an eyebrow, pulling Emma off the desk. She tried to stand on her legs, but they wobbled slightly, so Killian supported her body by leaning it against his own. "As lovely as you look in that dress, I want it off you," he growled, swiftly pulling the dress up over her head. His blue eyes ran over her exquisite form, followed quickly by his fingertips — he wanted to memorize and explore every inch of it. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, still unable to believe that she was truly his.

"You're overdressed, Killian." Emma had finally found her voice, removing her own shoes and the remnants of his shirt before bending down to help him take off his boots. She looked up at him as she pulled a boot off one foot and threw it behind her before moving to the next one.

Killian swallowed hard, watching Princess Emma — his wife — on her knees in front of him and taking off his boots. She took off his other boot and threw it behind her as well before reaching up to pull his pants completely down and off his legs. He stepped out of his pants just as Emma slowly stroked him with her hands before standing up, a soft groan leaving his lips at the feeling.

She leaned her head down to place gentle kisses on his abdomen and chest, her lips gently sucking on his nipples as her tongue licked them. Her eyes were set on his as they fluttered closed, his hands moving into her silky, long hair which was now loose after their frantic coupling on his desk. He had fantasized about their lovemaking many times since he had met her, but his dreams couldn't compare to the real thing. "Emma!" he gasped out when Emma began to nip and suck along the skin on his collarbone and his neck before leaving searing kisses along his jaw as well.

Emma continued to keep her eyes locked on his, the look of raw lust and rapture in his eyes making her moan. A loud moan escaped Killian as well upon hearing hers, his fingers digging further into her hair as she kissed along his shoulders. Releasing herself from his embrace earned Emma a groan of protest from Killian, but she only gave him a smirk before walking behind him and leaving a trail of burning kisses across his shoulder blades. Her hands longingly traced every muscle on his back and every inch of his upper torso as she circled him, reaching out to place his hands on her waist before resting her hands on his heaving chest once more. Killian's gaze followed her every move, fascinated and aroused by her soft touch, her beauty, and the intense desire in her eyes.

Running her fingers through his hair, Emma met his mouth in a passionate kiss, pressing her curves fully against him as his head bent down to meet her own. His arms wrapped around her tightly, pulling her closer to him and eliciting moans of pleasure from both of them as the kiss deepened and lengthened until there was no room left between them or their skin. The feel of their united bodies, combined with the lustful look in Killian's eyes, had Emma clenching her thighs together in an attempt to soothe her furious arousal. After they broke the kiss apart, their lungs desperate for air, they eagerly resumed their mouths' joined connection again and again, only pausing occasionally for breath.

Meanwhile, Killian's hands had begun to explore Emma's body as well, fondling her behind and running up over her back before resting on her shoulders. He lowered his mouth from hers and gave her a mischievous look before whispering in her ear, "My turn." He then began to softly kiss her jawline, moving to devour her neck with his mouth before stopping to suck on her pulse point. Emma cried out as Killian continued to kiss and nibble along her shoulders, smirking to himself as he recalled that he had once wanted to do this very thing when he first saw her. Emma entangled her fingers further in his hair as his head lowered down to her chest, which was rising and falling rapidly from excitement.

Killian raised his head and smoldered at her before cupping her breasts in his hands, caressing them admiringly with his fingers. "Bloody hell," he whispered, his blue eyes staring down at them in awe. Emma smiled and then gasped as he began to kiss and lick each one thoroughly, his lips brushing against her taut nipples and pausing to suck on them. She arched her back in encouragement, her hands lowering to cover his and hold them in place. When Killian finished his ministrations, there was a satisfied smile on his face as he continued to kiss downward, reaching her abdomen. He stopped suddenly to look up at her, her green eyes also flickering with lust and mischief when he licked his teeth and bottom lip seductively.

He led her by the hand to sit down at the head of the bed, putting her legs over his shoulders as he gave her a dazzling smirk. "I've been dreaming about this, Emma — the thought kept me up many nights at the castle, wondering how you would look…taste…smell — and I warn you, my lass: I will not stop until I've had my fill." His blue eyes dilated from hunger and want before lowering his head in between her legs.

Emma's breath caught her lungs upon hearing his words and at the skill of his mouth pleasuring her. Emma looked down at him to see his eyes blazing with a combination of pure lust and love, his mouth and tongue working her expertly. Once his hand joined them, Emma's hands made their way back to thread through his dark hair. Her head leaned back on the pillow, and it wasn't long until she let a sob of pleasure, her orgasm washing over her.

Killian let out a soft groan when she softly tugged his hair and tried to pull him up to her, but he refused. He wanted to spend hours between Emma's legs and taste her until she could barely think straight. "Please…Killian…" he heard Emma moaning out, her fingers digging deeper into his hair.

Emma felt another climax quickly approaching, and looking down at Killian's smoldering gaze pushed her over the edge once more. She threw her head back farther, unable to stay still as Killian's talented mouth and fingers continued to pleasure her at the same time. She began to lose count of how many times she had climaxed, tears of pleasure running ceaselessly down her cheeks. "Killian — I need you inside me," she cried out, tugging again at his hair desperately.

His blue eyes looked up at her and took in the sight of Emma's rising chest, tears of ecstasy running down her cheeks. His body was fully in agreement with his princess's pleas, so he began to kiss his way up her stomach and the valley between her breasts, eager to brush his lips over them once more. When his lips met hers, there was a sated look in Emma's eyes from all of the unrelenting pleasure his mouth had brought her. "You're magnificent," Killian murmured against her lips.

He slid inside of her very slowly, making Emma cry out in relief. Killian joined her sigh with a soft groan of his own. "Emma," he rasped when her eyes fluttered closed, his call making them snap open. "I'll never let us be parted — never. I love you," he told her before pulling out of her and then easing back inside of her just as slowly. His blue eyes were full of love and devotion, his thrusts continuing to be slow and pleasurable enough to make Emma cry out.

Emma moaned, her hips meeting his as he gently thrust, but she decided to stun him by rolling their bodies over. She ran her hands up his chest as she adjusted her position and rode him slowly, looking down at him lovingly. "Never — we belong together. I love you, Killian," she whispered as he sat up to kiss her while meeting her thrusts, his hands firmly holding her hips.

Killian moaned into her mouth when he felt magic emerging from Emma and working its way through his body. The magic was ten times stronger than before — he felt complete ecstasy, completion, and peace, feelings so overwhelming and powerful that they almost brought tears to his eyes.

He pulled away from the breathtaking kiss so he could look at her more. She looked so beautiful moving on top of him, and for more than one moment he wondered if she could truly be real. This magnificent lass not only loves me, but she also is my wife, he thought, awestruck as he felt the magic growing stronger by the second. He could tell by the love, amazement, and rapture in her gaze that she could feel the magic just as strongly.

Killian moved in again to pull her into another kiss, desperate to touch her alluring lips and taste her mouth. It wasn't long before he could see that Emma was very close to her peak, so he moved his right hand down to where they were joined, his fingers finding her bundle of nerves. His touch pushed her over the edge, and when she contracted around him, he watched her mouth open in a silent cry, throwing her head back slightly and unknowingly increasing the thick magic between them.

He rolled them over once her body stopped pulsing around him, purposely holding back his own release in order to continue worshipping Emma's body with a slow aching passion that even he didn't know he was capable of.

Wrapping her hands around his neck, Emma forced herself to keep her eyes open so she could watch Killian's face as he made love to her, but she was not sure how much longer she could. The magic flowing between them had her feeling like she might pass out — it was so strong and beautiful and intoxicating. "Killian…" she whispered, feeling the intensity of utter euphoria and pure magic flood her senses in a tidal wave.

Killian kept his eyes on her face, his climax hitting him at the same time as hers did. He had never felt anything like this never before, watching a strong magical gust of wind surround them and blow outwardly throughout the room when he thrust one final time. He placed a soft kiss on Emma's lips and watched her eyes close as he kissed her face and then made his way down her neck.

Emma's eyes started to flutter open upon feeling Killian's lips trailing down her shoulders. "Mm, Killian…" She sighed happily, but she was uncertain if she could move at all. Exhaustion had set in after all these hours of making love to Killian; her limbs now felt weak and her eyes were unable to stay open. "I want to stay awake but I can't…" she whispered before falling asleep in his warm embrace, his arms holding her body tightly to him.

A few hours later

"Emma, love," Killian whispered in her ear, kissing her on the cheek softly as he watched her eyes flutter open. "We have to meet Tinkerbell in an hour or two," his voice softly called out to her, a grin spreading across his face on seeing her yawn.

"Mm, last night was amazing." Emma sighed, a lazy smile on her lips. "I think magic burst out from us, but I was a bit delirious from pleasure at the time to be completely sure of that."

"You weren't imagining anything, lass — it was the strongest magic I've ever felt or seen." There was a look of amazement in his eyes, quickly followed by a smug smirk on his lips. His blue eyes glowed heatedly at her. "I love making you delirious," he purred out, running his fingers down her shoulder to her waist.

"I'm looking forward to more of that later." Emma smiled before seriousness filled her eyes. "Do you ever miss living in Neverland? It's really beautiful, and Tinkerbell is here," she asked, curious about the many years he had lived here.

"The first time I came here, I had just lost both of my parents, so my mood was…very dark. Tink was the first person I met here, and I don't know what I would have done without her," Killian shared, knowing that Emma wanted to learn more about him. However, it still hurt to talk about it. "She introduced me to a group of boys, who were all orphans just like me."

"You were a lost boy?" Emma asked him, her green eyes growing wide. "My mother told me stories about how she dreamed about joining the lost boys in Neverland after my grandpa died, leaving her with alone with that evil bitch of a queen." Emma voice lowered when she spoke of the one woman she wanted dead. She took a deep calming breath before she continued, "We could go visit your friends while we're here." Her fingers were tracing small circles on his chest before he put his hand over hers, a small smile on his lips.

"Darling, I can guarantee that the boys will be much less forgiving than Tink." Killian let out a sigh. "They don't take kindly to one of their own leaving the gang, and I haven't been welcome there since I left the first time to grow up. Some things just can't be fixed, Emma," he explained to her, changing the subject. "I was hoping we could bathe in our mountain cavern before we go meet Tink," he suggested.

"That sounds splendid — but I'm not sure I can get up yet," Emma admitted, getting an even smugger look from him. "Stop looking so…conceited!" She hit him on the chest, which made Killian chuckle.

"I'll help you, love." He smiled, getting out of bed and packing clean clothes for him and Emma in a satchel before he started to get dressed. He could feel Emma's gaze on his naked body, watching his movements. "See something you like, Swan?" he teased her, winking as he laced his pants up.

"Oh, I do — and it's 'Jones' now, not 'Swan,'" Emma smirked, watching his eyes become clouded by lust on hearing this reminder that she belonged fully to him. Only wearing his leather pants, he stopped dressing to walk over to her. He sat on the bed next to her and pulled her into his arms.

"Well, Mrs. Jones, let's go take a bath, shall we?" he whispered, forcing down his growing need for the radiant blonde snuggling against his bare chest.

The Evil Queen's castle

Regina stood in front of a mirror and intoned, "Show me Princess Emma." She always ordered her magic mirror to do this, an evil smirk on her lips as she stared into it — it always made her day to watch the young princess crying her eyes out and living in misery. She hadn't done it in a while and unsurprisingly, she had found that she missed it.

"I'm sorry, my queen, but I cannot locate her," the magic mirror replied, receiving a look of fury from his queen, "so she must be in another realm." He was glad — for the first time in a long time — that he was no longer human, so she couldn't physically hurt him.

A loud knock on the door of her bed chamber echoed throughout the room. "Come in!" she hissed, ready to take her angry out on whoever was on the other side of her door. The door opened to reveal one of her guards escorting in a guard from Charming's kingdom. "Oh, you brought me a present!" she purred out, quite in the mood to torture someone.

"This guard showed up at our castle — he has news about Princess Emma," her guard said, pushing the man from Charming's kingdom inside the room. "Tell her!" he ordered, shaking the man by the shoulder and making him hiss in pain.

"The Charmings had a visitor in their kingdom — a man who took great interest in Princess Emma," the guard explained, watching the Evil Queen smirk as she walked over towards him.

"Who is this visitor? And what interest did he have in her?" Regina questioned him, hoping that it would lead her to finding out where the young princess had run off to.

"Captain Hook," he replied, watching the Queen's face light up with excitement. "Princess Emma has a soft spot for low-lifes, so naturally she liked the captain. And it seems the captain returns her feelings — the bastard tried to kill me for insulting her."

"Tried?" Regina asked, raising an eyebrow at the guard. She knew that Captain Hook could have easily killed the guard in front of her in the blink of an eye.

"Princess Snow asked him not to kill me, so he stopped. He did stab me in the shoulder, though, when I tried to kill him," the guard explained, trying to figure out what the Evil Queen thought about this news.

"Mm, it appears that Princess Emma has moved on from her dead fiancé — well, I guess I'm going to have to be more…creative this time," she beamed, excited about finding a new way to crush Emma's heart. "You will go back to your former kingdom — and grovel if need be — in order to regain Prince James and Snow White's favor and forgiveness. You will report back to me weekly — and immediately when something major happens. If you betray me, you will not live to regret it. Am we clear?" she threatened, grabbing him roughly by the front of his shirt.

"Yes, my queen," he quickly agreed, not wanting to anger her further.

The gardens at Charming's Castle

Sir Lancelot stood in the rose garden, staring at the white roses. His fingers brushed over a flower, and a small smile formed on his lips. Memories of Guinevere washed over him as he looked at her favorite flower; he wished things could have been different.

"White roses are one of my favorites too," he heard Snow say as she walked up behind him. He turned, ready to bow, but Snow stopped him. "Please, there is no need to bow. I was hoping that I could talk to you about my daughter. Is she happy?" she asked him.

"She is." Lancelot nodded at her. "I can assure you that Captain Jones will make certain that Princess Emma is happy and well cared for."

"I want to thank you for taking Emma to Captain Jones," Snow began, stunning the knight in front of her with her words. "My daughter has been dying slowly, more and more every day, until he came along. There comes a time when a parent needs to let a child go, no matter how much it hurts."

"You are an amazing mother, Princess Snow." He smiled, and then looked back at the flower. "I'm sure Princess Emma will be home soon."

"Thank you, Lancelot. I better go find James," Snow replied, walking off to find her husband.

Neverland - The mountain cavern

"Stop it, Killian!" Emma giggled as Killian's hands snaked around her front from behind and tried to pull up the hem of the shirt she had just put on. He quickly abandoned this course of action and wrapped his arms around her waist instead, moving her hair to the side so he could kiss his way up her neck. "We are going to be late!" she exclaimed, trying to wiggle away from him while holding back a moan.

"Mm, keep moving like that, and I'll have to have my wicked way with you again," he said in between kisses. "You're bloody addictive, Emma," he breathed into her ear.

"I know the feeling," Emma replied, feeling him smirk against her cheek, "but Tink is your friend and you owe her — I want to get to know her, Killian." She heard him let out a loud sigh before he pulled away from her.

"You're bloody right," he said, moving away from her to pick up their satchel. Taking her hand in his, he led her out of the cavern. Killian wanted to spend time with his old friend, but whenever he was alone with Emma, his hunger for her left him powerless and relentless. Never in his very long life had he imagined he would find a girl who not only eased his pain but also loved him and heightened his own feelings with an intensity even his rage couldn't even compete with.

"Killian, Emma!" Tinkerbell exclaimed, waving to them and smiling when they reached the beach, holding hands. "I haven't had a picnic since you left Neverland the first time, Killian." Her brown eyes were glowing with excitement, looking down at the picnic basket and blanket Killian's crew had set up.

"I'm really happy that you could join us." Emma smiled, walking over to the blanket with Killian and sitting down on it.

Killian sat down behind her, wrapping his legs around her hips and pulling her back to rest against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her middle, resting his chin on the top of her head. "Tink and I had picnics alone and sometimes with all the lost boys — poor Tinkerbell was surrounded by a group of savages with no table manners at all," he laughed, remembering all of the food fights and belching during those picnics.

"I can only imagine," Emma joined in, laughing along with Killian while Tinkerbell scrunched up her nose.

"I would come back to Pixie Island completely covered in food," Tinkerbell huffed, crossing her arms over her chest and shaking her head. "Killian and I had more civilized picnics together." She smiled, reaching into the picnic basket and pulling out fruit. "You have blueberries, my favorite!" She popped one into her mouth.

"Do you think there is a chance the lost boys would see Killian?" Emma asked the pixie, wanting him to make up with his old friends.

"I told you it's a lost cause, love. They aren't fond of any adults, since most of them were abandoned by their parents." He placed a kiss on her temple as he ran a hand through her soft hair, trying to silently show her how much he appreciated her wanting to help him.

Tinkerbell couldn't help but smile at seeing the love and happiness in Killian's eyes. The last time he came back to Neverland, he was filled with so much rage his eyes were nearly black, and she hadn't seen any sign of the friend and boy she had fallen in love with so long ago.

"Captain Jones!" Smee called out, running down the beach towards him. "A few of the men decided to go to the Mermaid's Lagoon — I tried to stop them, but they knocked me out." He stopped in front of Killian, breathing heavily. A bleeding gash was visible on his forehead.

"Bloody hell!" he exclaimed, angry with his men. "I'll be back, ladies," he said, getting up from the blanket. Emma stood up with him. "No, Emma — the mermaids can be very dangerous. Please stay here with Tink."

Emma frowned, putting her hands on his chest and leaning in close to him. "I can't lose you," she whispered, looking up at him and biting her lip.

"You won't, lass," he replied, kissing her softly on the lips. "I'll be back soon." He tried to move away, but Emma stopped him.

"You will come back to me — I refuse to allow anyone to hurt you," Emma ordered him, making him grin.

"Of course, dear," he winked at her. She then let him go, watching him walk off with Smee.

"Killian is too smart to let the mermaids trick him," Tinkerbell called out to her, getting Emma's attention away from Killian running down the beach with Smee. "The mermaids pray on a man's weakness for women and loneliness. Killian has you, so he will be safe. Please, come sit down and eat with me." She patted the blanket.

Emma complied as Tinkerbell handed her a strawberry. "I'm sorry — it's just I already lost one man that I loved, so I wouldn't survive losing another," she shared with the pixie. Seeing curiosity in her eyes, she explained, "His name was Graham. I met him in the woods one day — and the moment we saw each other, I knew he was the one I would marry. We spent a year together before the Evil Queen ripped out his heart, crushing it in front of me on our wedding day." Emma closed her eyes, and tears fell down her cheeks as she relived the memory.

Tinkerbell felt her eyes well up with tears. "I know what it did to Killian, watching his mother die in that way in front of him. I can't imagine someone doing that to you on your wedding day," she sympathized. "I'm so glad you and Killian found each other and found happiness."

"Me too," Emma replied, opening her eyes. "But I'm worried that the Evil Queen will try to do the same thing to him to hurt me and my parents. I was hoping…that you could help me to keep him safe?"

"I will help any way that I can," she replied, unsure of how she could do that.

"I want to make sure that Killian's heart can't be taken out of his chest," she said to Tinkerbell. "Do you know of a way to make that possible?" she asked quietly.

Tinkerbell stared at her for a few moments before answering, "If two people truly love each other, I could bind their hearts together." A look of confusion in Emma's green eyes prompted her to explain. "Your heart would have to be taken in order for his to be removed from his chest, but it would require pixie dust — and I've been banned on giving any to Killian." She frowned, but then leaned in to whisper, "But I wouldn't be giving it to him if I used it on you to protect him."

Emma threw her arms around the fairy and hugged her tightly. Tears were running down her cheeks. "Thank you! I couldn't stand to see another man I love killed because he cared about me," she whispered, relief rushing through her after knowing she would be able to somehow protect Killian. "Promise me that if something happens to me, you'll take care of Killian."

"Emma!" Tinkerbell said, pulling away from their hug to look at the girl. "Killian won't survive losing you, Emma — his soul was almost completely gone before he met you, and now you've brought happiness and love back to him. I hoped that he would have it again, but I never thought he would let it happen. You promise me to take care of yourself, and I will get you what you need."

"I promise." Emma nodded, knowing that what Tink asked meant avoiding the Evil Queen at all costs. She still wanted to get revenge on her for Graham's murder, but it was obvious she would have to hold off that mission for the time being.

"Great! I'll be right back," Tinkerbell grinned before she turned into a bright light and disappeared. She reappeared a few moments later with a small bag in her hand, which she opened to reveal beautiful and bright small, white stars. "Close your eyes," she ordered Emma. A moment later, Emma felt the warm tingling of magic running through her, slowly working its way through her body and settling on her heart. "All right, you can open them now."

Emma looked at the pixie in front of her. She was studying Emma very closely, but Emma couldn't read what she was thinking. The sound of Killian's voice took her from her thoughts.

"The only bloody reason I saved you is because you're the best cook we have on the ship — but if you repeat this idiocy, I'll let the mermaids eat you next time," he yelled at one of the crewmen, throwing the man down in the sand before walking away towards Emma and Tinkerbell. Killian was muttering under his breath, but he smiled when he saw Emma walking over to him. "Miss me already, love? I wasn't gone very long," he smirked, wrapping his arms around her.

"What happened?" Emma asked, ignoring his question. She had indeed missed him very much, but she didn't want to admit it.

"Jacob and Clark decided to take a little trip to Mermaid's Lagoon to trap themselves a siren. They are bloody morons! The mermaids already had drowned Jacob when I arrived, but I was able to get Clark out of the water." He shook his head, angry at his crew for disobeying him. However, a feeling of deep relief was obvious from the expression on Emma's face, which made Killian grin at her. "Anyway, I've come back to you in one piece, so you need not worry about me, love," he added, placing his hand on her cheek. "Let's finish our picnic, hmm?" He led her over to the blanket with Tinkerbell. "Tink, Emma and I must leave tomorrow to head back to her kingdom."

"Please come back to visit!" Tinkerbell smiled at the couple, wishing they could stay in Neverland longer.

Charming's castle

Snow hadn't been feeling very well, so she had decided to lie down early. However, the sound of a high-pitched voice called out her name. "Ah, the fairest one in all the land isn't feeling so good — maybe I can be of some assistance to you?" She recognized that it belonged to Rumplestiltskin, the shock making her sit up in her bed to see him leaning against the door.

"How did you get into my castle?" Snow asked, hiding her anxiety and nervousness at the Dark One's appearance. "Please leave," she defiantly ordered him. He only chuckled.

"Sorry to frighten you, but I've come on a mission of mercy — I want to help you and your kingdom, dearie." He smiled, walking over closer to the bed. "The Evil Queen still seeks revenge on you and your family, but I can help protect you — for a small price, of course," he grinned.

"I will not make any deals with you — I repeat, please leave my castle and my kingdom," Snow hissed, wanting the Dark One gone. She knew how dangerous this man — imp — really was.

"It might not be your kingdom much longer if Regina has her way. After all, she thinks it is her kingdom." Rumplestiltskin shook his finger at her. "I'm offering to join your side and make it a fair fight. All that I require in return is for your daughter to marry my son."

Snow looked at the imp like he was mad. "My daughter will marry whomever she pleases, and I can guarantee that it will not be your son," she yelled. She would never force her daughter to marry any man, especially not the son of this monster.

Rumplestiltskin ignored her statement. "By the way, where is my future daughter-in-law? I've been searching this entire realm for her. It's only fair I offer her the same deal, for I think she would consider it in order to keep her loved ones safe from the woman who murdered her fiancé." He laughed, his reptile-like eyes beaming with happiness and mischief.

"You are wrong. I know my daughter, and she would never agree to such a thing. You can show yourself out." Snow narrowed her eyes at him.

"We'll find out who is right and who is wrong in the end, now won't we?" he said before disappearing into thin air.

Snow closed her eyes. Even though she missed her, she hoped that Emma would stay wherever she was with Killian instead of coming back home. She knew that the Dark One's presence would stir up a massive amount of drama, pain, and trouble because of the depth of Killian's hatred for him. Now Rumplestiltskin wanted Emma to marry his son, something that would further Killian's rage towards him — not to mention that Regina would be after them too, wanting to make them suffer as well.

"Are you alright, Snow?" Charming asked, walking into the bedroom and clearly able to see the fear and worry in her blue eyes.

"No — Rumplestiltskin came in here to make a deal," Snow answered, seeing her husband tense on hearing the news. "He said that Regina is going to come after us again, but he would join our side only if Emma married his son."

"I'd rather her marry Captain Hook," Charming exclaimed, furious that the Dark One was trying to manipulate them. "Do you think he knows about Emma?" he asked, worried.

"No, and I hope that Emma stays wherever she is until this blows over. Losing Graham almost killed her, and losing another man she loves just might finish that." Snow let out a sigh, putting her head in her hands.

Neverland

Killian looked over at his old friend to see her wings fluttering as she looked around. "What's going on, Tinkerbell?" he asked, raising a brow. He was able to tell that she was hiding something from him.

"Another pirate ship appeared here in Neverland last night," Tinkerbell explained, biting her lip on seeing Killian stand and assume a war-like stance. "No, Killian — this pirate wishes you no ill will. In fact, I think that you will want to meet this captain."

"Pirates do not make friends with another captain or his crew." Killian reached down to pull Emma up off the blanket — he was angry and worried that the other captain might try to take his wife. "You've put Emma in danger by not telling me the moment the other ship arrived."

"I'm sure that everything will be fine, Killian — Tinkerbell would have certainly let us know if this other pirate ship was a threat to you," Emma said soothingly in an attempt to calm his rage. She cupped his cheeks in her hands, smiling at him lovingly.

"Lass, a pirate is always against you if he is not part of your crew." Killian touched her cheek. "We prepare for battle — and I want you to stay with Tink until it's over. She will keep you safe."

"I'm not leaving you, Killian!" She took a step back and crossed her arms over her chest before looking over at Tinkerbell. "Do these pirates know we are here?" she asked the pixie.

"Yes, but I can promise you — they will not attack you." Tinkerbell paused before calling out, "You can come out now."

Killian shot Tinkerbell a furious glare while unsheathing his sword. "Come out, you bloody coward, and fight me like a man!" he yelled out, holding Emma close to him protectively.

"Oh, it appears that you've followed in my footsteps, lad."

"Father…" Killian whispered, turning around towards the sound of a voice he had never expected to hear again.

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