Don't Let Me Go

Disclaimer: I sadly do not own Once Upon A Time. It belongs to Adam and Eddie. If I did, Emma and Hook would have been married by now

Chapter One

No I'm never giving up til my heart stops beatin

Never letting go til my lungs stop breathing

I will follow you and we'll both go missin

~Glowing, The Script

Seattle, Washington

Emma's eyes opened slowly. She took in a deep breath, taking in the scent of cleaning sprays, cheap laundry detergent, and flowers. They were things Emma could have recognized in her sleep; it was a hospital. Emma sighed as her eyes focused on the ceiling. The design was unmistakable; it was Seattle's Robert Fields Hospital.

"Sleeping Beauty finally awakes," said a female voice from the corner of the room. Emma slowly turned her head to it, and smiled a little when she saw the petite brunette in the corner, her arms crossed over her chest.

"Hey, Aurora," whispered Emma. Her throat was parched, and Emma motioned for Aurora to give her some water. Aurora stood up, and poured a glass of water for her. She handed it to Emma, her face angry. Emma took a sip of the liquid, letting out a sigh as it flowed down her throat. "Thanks," she said, handing Aurora the glass. Aurora looked at her friend.

"You're insane, you know." Emma gave her a questioning look. Aurora sat on the bed, her fingers twisting her dress. Her big sea-green eyes filled with tears. "I almost thought I lost you today, Em." Emma took her friends hand and squeezed it gently, noticing the dark circles under her bloodshot eyes. She knew how much Aurora loved her; they were practically sisters.

"I'm indestructible, remember? Nothing can happen to me, Aurora." Aurora was not convinced, but she nodded slowly. Emma began to stretch, but stopped midway. "By the way, what did the doctor's say happened?" she asked. Aurora shrugged as she ran her fingers through her copper waves.

"They didn't know. They were saying things like major heartburn to over-working." She paused, and then continued. "They gave you a week off." Emma shot straight up.

"WHAT! A week! No! I'm fine, Aurora." She tried to get out of the bed, but her friend placed a hand over her arm.

"Emma, you are not fine. The ambulance found you in a ball, your body colder than ice, with a faint heartbeat. You basically died out there." Emma groaned.

"It was nothing, Aurora." Aurora put her hands up.

"I don't run this place! If Dr. Mills says you are not working for a week, you are not working for a week. How hard is that for you to understand?" Emma glared at Aurora.

"Dr. Mills issued this?" Aurora bit her lip.

"Yep." Emma grimaced.

"Of course she did." She looked at her friend. "You know she hates me, right?" Aurora rolled her eyes.

"She does not hate you, Em. No one can." Emma shrugged, and looked around the room.

"Where's Philip?" She watched as a small smile played on her friend's face. Aurora casually twisted the heavy diamond ring around her finger.

"He was here for a while. Just left to go to the office- he as some big case today." Emma nodded.

She would never understand how someone like Aurora, a cupcake -shop owner, had ended up with Philip, the city's top lawyer and once playboy. Philip had been notorious. His whole family had moved from London a while ago and were almost royalty in Seattle, and he took full benefit of it. Aurora had saved his ass when he had gotten into a fight totally drunk. She had taken him to her small apartment, called Emma, and they had both patched up his wounds. When Philip woke up, it took just one look and he was in love. It had taken a while for Aurora to believe that he actually loved her, but as soon as she did, their romance was a whirlwind. Aurora had recently found out that she was pregnant, and they were going to get married this March. Emma was going to be a bridesmaid. Emma grimaced every time she saw the huge pink gown Aurora had picked out for her. She hadn't expected anything else, though. Aurora was the epitome of "girliness". Even today, when it was probably thirty degrees outside, she wore a rose pink dress with a black blazer and heels.

"Your mother called," said Aurora, as she rearranged the roses someone had left on the bedside table. Emma rubbed her forehead, wondering how Mary-Margaret had found out.

"What did she say?"

"Naturally, she was freaking out. Sounded like she was going to pass out or something." She looked over her shoulder at her friend and gave her a reassuring look. "Don't worry; I calmed her and David down." Emma smiled at her friend.

"What would I do without you, again?" Aurora grinned.

"You would be completely screwed, Dr. Nolan." Emma snorted.

The door opened, and Emma's smile vanished as Dr. Regina Mills came in, along with Graham Humbert, August Woods, and Jess "Mulan" Ching. They all fondly called her that because of her "kill all if needed to win" attitude. Graham winked at Emma as Regina inspected Emma's charts.

"Residents, here is Emma Nolan." She turned to them. "Who wants to tell me what is wrong with her?" Naturally, Mulan answered.

"Patient came into emergency room around 3:30 in the morning. Small signs of pneumonia, was unconscious, and had a low heartbeat. Dr. Wilson managed to get her body temperature up and her heartbeat managed to come back to normal. We do not have an idea about what was wrong with her." Mulan stopped talking. Regina nodded.

"Good." She now turned to Emma. "So who wants to tell me what Ms. Nolan should do after this?" August beat Mulan this time.

"Bed rest. Lots and lots of bed rest." Regina smiled.

"Yes. Good answer, Dr. Woods." She now gave Emma a death-glare. "Do you understand this, Doctor Nolan? Bed rest. This means not getting out of your bed, not moving from your bed, and not coming to work." Emma opened her mouth to argue, but quickly closed it as Regina's stare became worse.

"Yes, Dr. Mills," she mumbled. She could hear Aurora snickering in the background, along with the Graham and August. Even Mulan managed a small smile. Regina nodded.

"Good. Then I'll see you after one week, Dr. Nolan." She left the room. The three residents stayed behind, and looked at Emma.

"What?" she asked. Graham plopped down on the bed, grabbing an apple from the table. Emma frowned as he bit into it. She never had like apples. Either did Mary-Margaret.

"So what happened to you?" he asked, his mouth full.

"What do you mean?"

Mulan rolled her eyes.

"He means what happened to you? You came into this place looking like a freaking zombie. Did Dracula get to you?" She crossed her arms over her chest.

Emma sighed. "I don't know. My heart just started to feel like it was burning, and then I lost consciousness. Next thing I knew, I was here. " August rubbed his chin.

"You know how creepy that sounds, right? " Emma nodded.

"I do." Graham wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. Emma watched as Aurora handed him a napkin in disgust. He winked at her, and she rolled her eyes. Mulan shrugged.

"Whatever. As long as you're okay, its fine." She looked at her watch. "We better get going, guys." She looked at Emma. "Get better soon, Nolan." Emma nodded. Graham ruffled her hair and followed Mulan, throwing the core in the basket. August stayed behind, leaning against the wall. Emma groaned.

"August, I'm fine! Aurora is here if I need anything." Aurora nodded, as if trying to make a point. August looked down.

"Just don't do that again, Emma. I was really scared." Emma smiled. Being the youngest, August had always seen Emma as an older sister. He cared fiercely for her, and hated it when anything bad happened to her.

"I won't." He nodded and left the room, closing the door behind him. Aurora sat down on the fake leather chair, her phone in her hand. Emma closed her eyes, leaning back into the headboard.

"By the way, Emma. One of the officers told me this morning that you said something to them before you lost consciousness. It was a name, "said Aurora. Emma opened one eye.

"Really?" Aurora nodded.

"Yep. And I haven't heard it before." Emma now opened both of her eyes. She looked at her friend.

"What was it?" Aurora scrunched up her nose as she tried to remember.

"It was something weird. Kingston? No…" she closed her eyes and tapped her forehead. Then her eyes flew open. "I got it! Killian. You said Killian." She looked at Emma. "Do you know a Killian?" Emma thought for a second. Killian. The name didn't ring a bell, but Emma felt as if she knew this person. Something deep within her was telling her that she knew him. Emma ignored this feeling and shook her head.

"Nope. Might have been in some book I was reading." Aurora nodded.

"It's a nice name. I think it's Irish." She looked back down at her phone, interested in it again. Emma turned away from Aurora. She closed her eyes, forcing herself to sleep. But she couldn't get rid of that feeling that she knew this man.

Killian. Who the hell was he?

...

Dublin, Ireland

Killian Jones had always considered himself to be a fairly lucky man. He had charm, looks, and a voice that could send ladies flying out of their chairs into his arms. But after having a near-death experience, Killian knew that his luck was far better than he ever thought it to be.

Victor and Ruby didn't let him do anything. After he had "come back to life" they had been watching him like a hawk. When Ruby left, Victor would take her place and continue the stare-fest. It was getting down-right creepy now and Killian was tired of it.

"For God's sake, Ruby, I'm your older brother! You can't boss me around, lass!" Ruby threw her hands up.

"Killian you almost died, okay! You almost left me! And now you're yelling at me?" She shoved him. Killian rolled his eyes. Despite being twenty two, Ruby seemed to have never grown up. She had lived in the states her whole life with their mother after the divorce. Killian remained in Ireland with his father, dealing with his alcoholism and eventually his death. Over the years, Ruby had formed an American accent and had married Whale. After their mother died in a crash, Killian dragged his sister and her husband to Ireland. He needed to keep his only family close to him. Ruby sat down on the couch, her face in her hands. Victor observed the siblings quietly, a newspaper in his hands. Killian sighed and sat down next to her.

"Ruby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to…..die. I just didn't see that car…" Ruby looked up angrily.

"I told you that motorcycle was a bad idea! Why would you ride it?" Tears rolled down her cheeks, and Killian wiped them away with the pad of his thumb.

"I'm sorry. I'll go get rid of that bike." Ruby rested her head on his shoulder.

"Don't scare me like that, Killy. I can't lose you also." Killian grimaced at the nickname, but kissed the top of his sister's head.

"You won't lose me." He looked at Victor.

"By the way, Victor. How did I survive?" Victor set his paper down and exhaled, removing his glasses.

"I don't know, man. You just came back life." He chuckled a little. "Almost like Frankenstein." Ruby rolled her eyes at her husband, and then looked at Killian.

"Even though he's an idiot, he's right. We don't know what happened to you. You were dead one minute, and then your heart started again. It's scary as hell if you ask me." Killian nodded.

"Did you figure out who Emma was?" asked Victor as he sipped something from his mug. Killian shook his head.

"Nope. I've never met an Emma in my whole life." Victor's eyebrows furrowed.

"You sure about that? Because that's the first thing you said after you came back from the dead. Seems like someone important." Killian shrugged.

"Who knows. But I, for sure, have never met an Emma." Victor raised the mug to his lips again.

"Maybe she's an angel you met in heaven," said Ruby.

"Or a demon in hell," added Victor. Killian threw a pillow at him. Victor laughed. "Whoever Emma is, it doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're okay. You had all of us worried."

Ruby looked around. "By the way, where is he?" Killian looked at his sister.

"Did you tell him?"

She shook her head. "No. I told him that you were on a trip." Killian nodded. He got up also, and grabbed his leather jacket from the back of a chair.

"Where are you going?" asked Victor. Killian grinned.

"I need to find my knight."

...

Killian found him sitting on a bench overlooking the ocean, his hands stuffed in his pockets, dark hair fluttering in the wind. Killian sat on the bench, breathing in the scent of salt. It was quiet for some time as they both stared at the crashing waves; there was something about it that soothed both of their hearts.

"Hey," said Killian finally, not knowing what else to do. Henry looked up, his eyes wet.

"You're back," he whispered. Killian nodded, rubbing the back of his neck. Henry scooted closer, and Killian wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "Don't leave again," said Henry, his voice hoarse. Killian nodded.

"I won't."

A/N

First of all, thank you for all of those follows, favorites, and reviews! I seriously cannot even tell you all how much it means to me! I am so pumped to share this with you all.

One note here: Yeah, Henry doesn't look like Killian. He is not Killian's biological son-he is adopted. More into that in the next chapter.

Next Chapter? We meet Philip, Rumple and Belle, more into Killian's backstory, and Emma discusses things with Rumple.

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