A/N Thank you for all the favourites and alerts I really appreciate it! Just to let you know the Italics mean it's a dream. I hope you enjoy!
The gentle breeze blew across the rolling white waves crashing against the wall of the pier. Boats bobbed up and down in the water the sails flapping in the wind a whistling filling the air.
One of the many ships in the docks was the familiar sight of the Jolly Roger bobbing proudly in the water. A figure stood on the deck in front of the wheel ready to set sail and go on another adventure.
The man turned away from the wooden wheel and barked orders to the crew who were working on the deck. A round man wearing a red hat scurried up the steps leading to the captain muttering an apology no doubt.
They appear to be arguing for a couple of minutes until all of a sudden the wind starts to blow harder and the waves grew taller crashing against the side of the Jolly.
The crew scattered across the deck grabbing ropes trying to secure the sails before the storm hit. It appeared to settle for all of a second then the waves parted revealing a large swirling hole.
The captain ran to the top of the stairs shouting at his men in frustration to have the words lost in the wind. He turned his head and glanced back at the docks to see if there was anyone that could help, that was when he caught sight of a blonde.
She was stood near the wall looking out over the sea a worried look crossing over her face. A familiar feeling washing over him like they had met before, he tried to shout across to her but it was too late the hole was already pulling them inside.
Emma sat bolt upright in bed breathing heavily sweat gathering on her brow. It had been two days since the night Killian was taken away from them. She was suffering from nightmares ever since the events playing over in her mind.
It was still sinking in what had actually happened and how Killian sacrifice himself for the sake of everybody. Emma threw back the covers shuffling to the edge of the bed and slowly standing slipping her feet into a pair of fluffy slippers.
She padded across the room towards the bathroom turning the cold tap on and splashing her face. A sickly feeling rushing over her for a couple of minutes sending her swaying and clutching the sink. It had been weeks since sleep had come easily to her especially with being the dark one where it was impossible.
Although all the power of being the dark one had disappeared a million thought still ran through her mind of what ifs and regrets. There was still so many questions that had been left unanswered now all the dark magic had disappeared. But maybe somethings are best unanswered and not actually knowing because it could quite easily drive you crazy with the things that could have been done. Emma closed her eyes taking in deep breaths no it was best not to go down that road right now.
It was, in fact, her fault that Killian had become the dark one in the first place, her own selfish reasons. Just so that she wouldn't have to lose another person who grew closer to her and broke down those high walls.
She knew deep down that it wasn't going to end well especially by making him the one thing he despised and sought revenge on for all those years. But in her mind, a plan formed that Killian didn't have to find out and everything would be okay.
They would fight the darkness and banish it for good making room for their happy ending once and for all. Of course, it didn't go to plan and he found out before she could actually remove the darkness and fix the whole mess.
The revenge resurfaced with an even greater need and soon a decision had to be made. Emma was all set to sacrifice herself for the good of her family and the town, however, in the end, it was Killian who suffered.
She didn't care that all the dark magic stirring inside her immediately disappeared leaving no trace, it was the lifeless body laying in the grass that crushed her heart in an instant.
Emma wasn't sure how long it was until her mother gently eased her away from the body while the paramedics lifted the body onto a stretcher. She reached out her hand grasping at the air as tears streamed down her cheeks clouding her vision.
What happened next was all a blur to her one minute she was kneeling in the grass wanting to run to Killian and the next she was being helped into her house. Snow rushed around flicking on lights and making sure everything was okay, not quite ready to leave her daughters side.
Emma slumped down onto the sofa staring into space only managing to mumble that she wanted to be left alone. At first, Snow insisted that at a time like this it wasn't a good idea but with a broken look her daughter stood and wandered towards the stairs.
All her energy put into that simple movement, the time for arguments gone unable to even focus. The next two days were spent up in what would have been their bedroom if a happy ending was on the cards for her.
It was the same old story every time grow close to someone, trust them with every little thing then just when things become comfortable have it taken away.
She thought by now after all these years she would learn from her mistakes, no such luck. Emma reached up one of her hands and wiped the back across her wet cheek, it seemed like all she had done these past days were lay curled up on the bed.
How could there be any more tears left? She turned away from the sink and wandered out of the bathroom hearing the sound of talking downstairs. Emma was aware that Snow made it her mission to stop by every day with plates of home cooked food or Granny's take out, in hopes that she would eat something.
She had to hand it to her mother the woman even tried once or twice to get her to open the door of the bedroom. It was no use Emma wasn't ready to talk about the events or even act like nothing had happened and forget his memory.
She often found herself reaching up and wrapping her fingers around the ring he had given her in Camelot to ensure a safe return to her family. It gave her great comfort holding it in the palm of her hand and remembering the better times they spent together.
Emma was about to reach for the handle of the bedroom door when voices began to fill her ears. She gasped and turned her head sharply around the room to see if someone had appeared. The voices spoke harshly in an ancient language that she didn't quite recognised, chanting some words or maybe a spell.
Suddenly she doubled over as a strange electrical current passed through her body sending sparks of white magic crackling out of her fingertips. Emma barely had time to react as a number of imagines flashed before her eyes sending her to the floor in a heap.
The sound attracting attention from downstairs causing them to quickly abandon whatever they were doing and run up the stairs to the room. Emma was brought out of the trance by the voices of a worried Snow and David knocking on the door.
She blinked a couple of times trying to gather her bearings and figure out what just happened. "Emma is everything okay?" David's concerned voice drifted through the door.
Emma slowly stood only realising that her right arm was bent with her hand curled around the ring. It could have been a side effect of being the dark one or someone trying to tell her something. Perhaps a sign?
The possibilities were endless or maybe crazy and the work of her overtired mind going into overdrive. Between the lack of sleep, stress and all the other emotions swirling inside of her it was most likely a trick of the mind. She wasn't going to get her hopes up too soon to be let down and be crushed once again. Emma reached for the cold metal door handle and pulled it open to reveal both of her parents looking relieved that she had actually responded to them this time.
The guilt of what she had done to her family was still weighing heavy on her heart even if they had already forgiven her. Snow smiled sadly and rushed forward gathering her into her warm embrace.
All Emma could do was return the hug with tears flowing freely from her eyes. David waited a couple of minutes before wrapping his own arms around his wife and daughter.
They didn't want to push her too much, although it pained them it was agreed that small steps at first, letting her know they were there to help in this tough time. Emma pulled away after a long while letting her eyes drop to the carpet a watery smile playing at her lips.
Snow exchanged a quick look with David wanting to reach out and comfort her daughter once again. "Why don't we go downstairs I've made some breakfast?" She spoke calmly and softly her hands nervously fidgeting at her sides.
Emma nodded and quickly moved passed the couple heading in the direction of the stairs. She briefly wondered if it was worth mentioning about the strange voices and reaction from her magic but thought better of it for the time being.
Instead, Emma sat in the kitchen staring into space while Snow chattered about the latest events in the small town. At the moment she was far from in that room more like trying to imagine a different scenario.
