Killian awoke early in the morning to go out on decks and see the sunrise. He turned to grab his coat, but found it missing. Who? he thought for a quick second, and chuckled at the very thought. Emma had it. Walking out to the docks, (and almost tripping over a bottle of rum) he took deep breaths and let the sunlight hit him. He stood there until he heard footsteps, and turned. Emma, who was in his coat (and she looked bloody good, he must say).
"What brings you up here so early, lass?" He asked, trying not to yawn.
"Couldn't sleep, you?" She asked.
Well fuck. What was she doing out here? He let his gaze rest on Emma, finally having a reason to look at her.
"Just, well, um..." man, he was a terrible liar, "wanted to see the sun rise."
"Yeah," the word was as sarcastic as it can get, " and I came out here to take a dive with dolphins."
She was quoting him, how dare she?! He tried to keep his calm face, "I know you miss me," he replied, then adding, "princess."
"Don't call me that," she growled, apparently she hates the word princess.
He smirked, the one every girl and women fell for. Well, every except Emma; all she did was give him a look that clearly meant: i'm not impressed, not one bit.
"But I should," he said back, "daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming."
He smirked. Before Emma got to argue back, the sky was getting darker and darker, until he can barely see his hook, which was only a feet from his face.
"What's happening?" A female voice asked, it wasn't Emma, her voice was much softer. He heard about 4 set of footsteps until he realized it was the others. And that voice, it sounded just like Regina.
"Regina," he said casually, "we're going to Neverland."
"So why is it dark?" Charming asked. Killian can totally tell, only two people are that protective, Charming and well, never mind. They're all protective.
"Beats me," Killian replied, "i'm pretty sure it's not supposed to be anyways."
"So we're going to die?" Emma asked, and Killian jumped back a little in shock. He almost forgot she was here.
"Emma?" This voice was soft and tender. Snow. Mary Margret. He heard a small shuffling sound, someone getting pushed back, probably the crocodile,and the shuffling stop probably when they reached Emma. He kinda-sorta panicked, Emma was still in his coat. What would they think if they saw her wearing it?
"Not necessarily, when I said I would take you to Neverland, I never promised we were all going to get there safely, or that ALL of us would make it," he replied.
"Well that's promising," said the crocodile all of a sudden, it was his second time speaking since he got on the Jolly Roger. His Jolly Roger. Whatever. He didn't need to reply to him anyways.
Killian turned when he heard a rumbling sound, and feel it going though a portal. How did he know? He'd been through portals loads of time. As soon as they got in, he felt the the light on his eyes, and turned to Emma; he wanted to see her reaction. But all she was looking at was the walls around them, they were scenes from Neverland. Pixie Hollow, the home of the Lost Boys, and many many more that disappeared as soon as they came. Snow- Mary Margret- her mom was looking around like everyone, but unlike anyone here, clutching he daughter's arm. He saw his coat, still on Emma, no one questioned her, well, not yet anyways...
The random mix of colors continued for a short while until everything became pitch black for Killian.
"Am I dead?" He asked, immediately regretting asking it in the first place.
"Either we're all dead, or are in a netherworld or that tunnel- passage decided to kill us," Charming replied, "and if we're all dead, it won't hurt for me to kill you again. And again. And again."
"Chillz," Killian said, the same exact way he said it to Emma in the hospital.
The light came back and the ship way flying. About bloody time.
"WHOAH!" Emma gasped, flabbergasted, probably thinking that she's dreaming, "this is amazing." Emma was hypnotized.
"Aren't we going to Neverland?" Regina asked, confused. What was her rush? Wait... wait... didn't Emma tell him that Regina was his adopted mother? Oh, that was really her child too.
"Yes. Just changing directions," he replied, pointing to a star.
"Second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning," Emma was done examining the flying ship .
"Exactly," Killian replied, "you'd make a bloody good pirate."
"So when exactly would we get there?" The crocodile was here, oh how did he forget?
"Soon." He didn't deserve a more than one word answer, "you guys should go, get some rest," Killian shooed them off so he can navigate the ship.
It was night, the wind making his hair fly and the ship a little harder to navigate. Second star to the right, and straight on 'til morning. His eyes focused on the star, but a jumble of stars keep distracting him; the stars look just like Emma. Her bold eyes, blonde, curly hair and features stood out and he suddenly had the image of Emma kissing him as soon as they get to Neverland...