A/N: Thank you everyone for bearing with me during my absence. I had a lot of things pop up, as well as a trip outside the country which delayed this being posted. I hope to start getting back on schedule, but this one may be slightly delayed due to trying to finish my other story, She Will Be Loved. Also a huge thank you to my beta, Stephanie. She puts in a lot of time trying to make sure things are just right for all of you.

Disclaimer: I do not own the major characters in this story, as they belong to the franchise of Once Upon A Time.

Chapter 20:

Emma stared down at Killian's relaxed features as she gently smoothed a strand of hair from his face. He'd been asleep for two days now. His fever had finally been driven away after the first full day of his sickness.

One relief in Emma's life was the fact that Henry was safe. Regina had found him and Cruella after a restless search of the woods. The fact that Cruella died during Regina's rescue of Henry should have bothered Emma more than it did but in her fight to save Killian's life all other feelings had been set to the wayside. Well, all but the blessings she said once Henry was safe and her still simmering anger at her parents' betrayal.

Even Regina's reprimands about no longer acting like a petulant child toward her parents' behavior only cause the anger to grow. Regina and Hook had found ways to change themselves around, why couldn't the people who held themselves as paragons of virtue? Emma's parents were supposed to be heroes. Regina preached forgiveness and while Emma listened she wasn't ready to give it to the people who gave birth to her. They had way too much to answer for.

Shaking off thoughts of her parents and Regina, Emma leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to Killian's forehead. "Come back to me, Killian."

For the first time in days, Killian's eyes fluttered. Emma bit her bottom lip in anticipation of his eyes opening but nothing more happened. Disappointed, Emma felt exhaustion settling upon her. She hadn't slept well since Killian had grown ill. Deciding to just rest for a minute, Emma laid on Killian's bed next to him. She'd only sleep for a few minutes. Robin was expected any time now to take over his watch for the morning.

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Robin had finished his morning absolutions when his cell phone rang. Seeing it was Regina and knowing it was late in Storybrooke, he answered it quickly.

"Regina, what's wrong? Is it Roland? Marion? Henry?"

"It's Marion," Regina said with a deep sigh. "She's not who she says she is."

"What?" Robin was confused. How could Marion not be Marion?

"She's my sister, Zelena."

"The wicked witch? But she's dead. We all saw that," he said in exasperation. What Reina was saying couldn't be true.

"Somehow she tricked us and went back in time," Regina told him. "Robin, she went back and she killed Marion. She took her place to get back at me."

"No," Robin denied. "This is madness."

"I wish it was."

"Regina, what's going on?" Robin heard Marion's question in the background of Regina's phone.

"It's over, Zelena. I told him everything."

"What are you talking about? Who's Zelena?" Marion's voice sounded desperate and scared, even half a world away.

"Regina, you're scaring her," Robin scolded.

"Good. Where's the magic?" Regina demanded. "Is it the necklace, Zelena? It must be what's making this glamour spell work. Show me or I will rip you apart until I find it."

"Regina," Robin exclaimed. "That's enough. I know this is hard, for all of us, but this is the new reality. I'm with her. I'm with Marion."

"Actually," Marion said. "Not exactly."

"Hello, dear husband," Zelena's voice purred from the other end of the phone causing Robin to fall back against the wall.

"No," he wheezed. "I… I… uh."

"Robin?" Regina questioned. "Are you okay?"

"I think he's just surprised."

"Shut up, Zelena," Regina told her curtly.

"Should we share our happy news?" Zelena asked.

"What happy news? What is she talking about, Robin?" Regina asked him sharply.

Robin slid down the wall and buried his head mumbling. "She's pregnant."

"What?" Regina exclaimed while Zelena laughed.

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Killian had been having strange and erotic dreams throughout the time he remained unconscious. All of the erotic ones featured Emma Swan, but the strange ones were harder to explain, even to himself. So when he opened his eyes and discovered the flaxen haired beauty from his dreams cuddled up against him he just assumed he landed into another one. Killian brushed the silky strands away from both of their faces so he could have the opportunity to study her.

Whatever she dreamed about put a soft smile upon her face and he felt compelled to run one of his fingers over the rose petal colored flesh. Instead he fisted his hand which rested on her hip. Raising up on one elbow, he cradled his head and took in the lushness of her body pressed into his own. She wore a simple white tank top with what looked like a black bra underneath if the color of the strap peeking out was any indication. Her long legs were bare except for a pair of red exercise shorts that rose up on her thighs. Emma's left leg was trapped between his own. The covers lay at their feet exposing their skin to the chill of the morning air.

Unable to stop himself, he allowed his hand to skim down from her hip to her leg so that he could caress the bare flesh. He was naked except for pair of boxer briefs that were tightening around his hardened length. Gently, he pressed a kiss to her nose. Her eyelids barely moved and there was no other response to his touch. In all of his other dreams Emma would have been awake right now, her lips devouring his own hungrily.

Tearing his hand away from her leg, Killian combed back her hair with his fingers. His name breathily escaped her lips. Pushing further up, he braced himself on his hands over her, his hips gently thrusting unconsciously against the sweet center of the woman who was forbidden to him. One of her palms came up and ran softly against his chest. He waited for her to pull him down to her using his necklace, like she had before in all of his other dreams but he realized they weren't hanging from his neck. Not even one.

He heard her breath catch as he nipped at the tops of her breast, exposed to his eyes above the neckline of her tank. Killian raked his tongue gently up her throat until he reached her chin. His tongue twirled in the slight indentation that was there before he captured her mouth in a drugging kiss.

Killian felt her hands slip beneath his briefs, cupping his ass. Once more his hips surged against the cradle of hers. "Gods, Emma. I need you."

"Make love to me, Killian."

He groaned. It was all the invitation he needed. Kneeling across her legs, he stripped off his underwear, his hand fondling his aching cock. With his other hand, he caressed her face. "Open your eyes for me, love. I want to see you come."

Not waiting, Killian pulled down her shorts and briefs with a quick tug. Pushing down so that he rested at her feet, he spread her legs gently. One of this fingers trailed up her right leg until it reached her hot wet core. Killian slipped it inside her warmth and watched as her hips lifted off the bed in a responding thrust.

"Gods, you're so ready for me."

Emma was lost in an erotic dream, featuring none other than Killian Jones. He was making love to her with his fingers but she wanted more. She wanted all of him. "Please."

"I never expected you'd be so warm. You taste like a rich mead. In all my other dreams, you've never tasted so sweet."

Emma buried her hands in Killian's hair as his mouth laved at her clit. When his tongue pushed in, she thought she might explode from the pleasure. Never had any of her other dreams about Killian given her the true depths of pleasure as she was experiencing at this moment.

She practically screamed his name as he brought her over the precipice of ecstasy with only his very clever mouth. Emma was still trembling when he pushed inside of her. He filled her completely.

"You're still so tight, love. Relax," he whispered in her ear. "I need to be completely inside of you."

As full as she felt and he wasn't completely inside? Not even in her best erotic dream to date could she have imagined that. Even after his warning at Lake Nostos.

Prying her eyes open, she wrapped her arms around his neck as he trust heavily inside of her. His rhythm almost pushed her over the edge again but before she could close her eyes to the complete pleasure he was urging her to she noticed his face.

Though not clean shaven, it was too full to be the usual bit of scruff Killian normally sported. This Killian in her dream was the man who had been lying abed sick just hours before. Which meant she was now either dreaming about him even as a priest or this wasn't a dream.

"Killian." His name exploded from her lips as her body fell over the edge. Her orgasm bigger than any other she had ever experienced in her life.

"Emma," shot out of his own lips as his head rested on her shoulder. His breath unsteady.

Killian held himself above her before he rolled to the side. If she hadn't felt so cold at the loss of his body, she may have still convinced herself it was a dream. Scrunching her eyes for a moment, Emma shifted so her chest was aligned with his. When her eyes opened they slammed into his brilliant blue ones. Stifling a groan, Emma yanked the covers from around her feet to her chest and jumped from the bed.

"Oh my God. You… Me… We…" Emma knew she was stuttering but she couldn't help it. "Oh my God!"

Emma turned and fled from Killian's room back to her own across the hall unmindful of the fact that anyone could have seen her. She threw herself across her bed. Clenching a pillow to her chest, Emma curled up into the fetal position and let her tears fall.

Killian stood in Emma's open doorway staring at her. He managed to drag on his briefs before stumbling after her. He made love to Emma Swan. Not just dreamed it; he did it. God have mercy on his soul, but he couldn't regret one second of it. The need for her had become a clawing ache for weeks. No years.

Shaking his head, Killian chided himself. How could he have wanted her for years? Unless everything she'd said was true. Could he really be some dastardly pirate? Some man who chased after a child for decades? Some bumbling idiot who lost his hand to a crocodile?

If wax mustaches and perms are your thing, ran through his head in Emma's voice. Glancing down, he stared at his two perfectly good hands. See, he thought to himself, no hook. Killian scrubbed his face and returned his gaze to a sobbing Emma.

Whether he was the man she wanted him to be or not, he was starting to fall in love with her. And that was dangerous. It put Emma straight into harm's way. From him. From the demon he had been battling. From anything or anyone Killian touched.

Obviously, he was better from whatever illness touched him. So, what he needed to do was leave. He only had a week and a half left of classes. Father Bastian was sure to be able to put him up for that long. But what about after?

If they both returned to Storybrooke, the demon might still come after her. Or even worse, her son. Killian knew he'd never be able to live with himself if harm befell her child because of him.

There was no way he could go back. Emma still had family there, she had to go. He could make a life somewhere else. Find another parish to lead.

Satisfied with his decision, Killian turned away from Emma's room and headed back to his own. He had to pack. This morning he'd work on resolving his occupancy issue and hopefully before night fell he could arrange a meeting with the bishop. After Killian explained his weakness for Emma Swan and the fact that they currently shared a town, the bishop was sure to take pity on him and see about a transfer.

Pain lanced through Killian at the thought of never seeing Emma again. It was a pain he'd learn to bear. Missing her because she was somewhere he could never go was one thing, having to mourn her loss would practically crush him. More than the loss of his parents. More than the loss of Liam. And even more than the loss of Milah.

Killian swiped at the errant tear that slipped down his face. He was stronger than this. Determined, he pulled out his luggage and began violently opening drawers to quickly pack before his resolve crumbled. Signora Assante would understand. She seemed to know much more than the rest of the mere mortals around her.

The knock at his door startled Killian, causing him to drop the stack of underwear he carried to his bag. Glancing down at his state of undress, he hurriedly grabbed a t-shirt and threw it on and yanked up a pair of pants. "Coming."

Opening the door, Killian saw a distraught Robin standing there. "Need something, Robin?"

"Can I come in?"

Killian waved the man inside. He saw Robin take in the luggage and loose clothing scattered around the room. Robin swung around and faced him, his eyes now full of fury.

"You're leaving?"

"Aye."

"Why?" Robin shook his head and held up a hand. "No, wait. Don't answer. This has something to do with Emma crying in her room, doesn't it?"

Killian could only nod.

"Damn it, Killian." Robin scrubbed a hand through his already rumpled hair. "Look, after the morning I've had I have no stones to cast at you. Glass houses and all that, but…"

"You don't have to say it, I already know." Killian hung his head and reached down to sweep up the dropped underwear. "I screwed up. It's why I'm leaving. It's better for all of us."

"All of us or you?" Robin asked curtly. "You may think leaving is going to help her but it isn't. She'll come looking for you. And Emma won't stop until she finds you. You may not remember but that is how her family is. They find each other."

Killian gave Robin a wane smile. "Good thing I'm not her family then."

Robin narrowed his eyes. "You really believe that?"

"No. I don't know." Killian threw the underwear in his bag and ran a hand through his hair. "I committed a grievous sin, Robin. I need to pay for that."

"So, go say some Hail Mary's. Beat yourself up for a while, but don't leave. She needs you."

"The demon is after her because of me. I can't let it hurt her."

Robin sat on the bed next to Killian's luggage. "So, you'll just hurt her more. Good plan."

Killian gave a small smile. "Fair point."

"You're human. You are going to make mistakes," Robin told him.

Killian tugged his luggage to the floor and sat next to Robin. "Are we talking about me now or you?"

Robin let out a dry laugh. "Both. I really screwed up. But we're human and we'll get through this."

"I thought we were storybook characters? Don't they always get happy endings at the end?"

"I wish. Seems that we screwed that up too," Robin told him with another laugh. "If I had all the answers I wouldn't be in the predicament I'm in. We have to stumble around blind and grab onto our happy endings when we find them."

"What if our happy ending isn't something we can have?"

Robin smiled at him. "Still working on that one. I'll keep you informed."

"What are we going to do?" Killian leaned forward and rested on his elbows.

"In my case, do what I do best and try to steal whatever moments I can get. In yours, fight. You used to be a pirate. Take no quarter. Isn't Emma worth it?"

Killian sat up and glanced over at Robin. "Always."

"Then you have your answer."

"I guess I do." Killian stretched out his hand to Robin. "Thank you."

Robin shook Killian's hand but disagreed with the sentiment. "Don't thank me yet. When the demon is behind us and we're all safely back in Storybrooke, we'll discuss repayment. And about getting your memories back, if you haven't gotten them by then."