"What were you thinking?" demanded Mary Margaret.

"You lied to us, Emma," said Gammy.

"I know. I'm sorry. Look, can we talk about this later? Let me get my head on straight. Sorry." Then she ran from the barn.

Killian was gone. The thought that she wouldn't see him again made her heart ache. She ran up to their bedroom. Killian's luggage was gone. She found a ring box and a note on the bed.

Emma,

This book is wonderful. You are an incredibly talented writer and you have such a bright future ahead of you. I will make sure that the company buys it before I leave. I hope you have an amazing life. You deserve it. You deserve your best chance.

Killian

Emma resisted the urge to crumple up the note, because it was the last thing he'd given her, and she knew that she'd want to keep it, despite the fact that she claimed she wasn't sentimental.

"Well, that was crazy," said Neal behind her,

Emma jumped and turned to face her ex. "People are going to be talking about this forever."

"Yeah, I guess so."

"Emma, are you okay?"

"Yes," she said, "Um, no, actually I'm not okay. You know what the problem is? This man can be a gigantic pain. Sure, I understand the whole leaving thing. Sham weddings can be stressful. But then he left this note because he doesn't have the decency to say it to my face. Five years I've worked with this pirate and not once has he had something kind to say to me, aside from an inappropriate innuendo. Then he goes ahead and writes this crap." She tossed the note on the bed and continued her tirade. "But none of this matters because we had a deal. I trusted him."

"Emma, calm down," said Neal, looking at her with sympathy.

"I'm sorry. It's just that he drives me crazy."

"I can see that. So are you just gonna let him go?"

Emma stared at Neal. This was the first time in years that he was making any sense.

She had to go after Killian.

-/-

"So what now?" asked Killian, looking out over the water.

"Well now that you are leaving willingly it all becomes very civilized," said Mr. Hopper with a little smile. "Once we land in New York, you have twenty-four hours to head back to Ireland.

-/-

Emma hurried across the lawn. She hadn't even bothered to change out of her wedding dress.

"Emma, where are you going?" asked Mary Margaret, sounding worried.

"I have to talk to him," said Emma.

David grabbed his daughter's arm. "Let me go, dad," she said angrily.

"No. I'm not going to let you do this. You're not going to throw your life away for nothing."

"I'm not asking your permission, Dad. I'm going to see Killian, and I don't care that you don't approve. This is my life and my choice."

"Stop it, you two," cried Gammy, but Emma and David ignored her.

"Emma, Killian Jones doesn't deserve you. You've always hated him."

"No. I never hated him, and he's a good man. He cares about me," argued Emma.

"David," said Mary Margaret, "Something is wrong with Gammy."

Emma turned to see Gammy slumped in Mary Margaret's arms. Her eyes widened with fear.

"I think I'm having a heart attack," said Gammy, her voice shaking.

"We have to get her to a hospital."

Ten minutes later they loaded Gammy onto the medical plane in a gurney.

Emma, David, and Mary Margaret sat huddled around Gammy.

Gammy took off her oxygen mask and reached for her son in law. "You two need to stop fighting," she said, addressing both Emma and David. "You two never see eye to eye, but that needs to change when I'm gone. You're family. David, promise me that you'll stand by Emma even if you don't agree with her."

"I promise," said David.

"Emma, promise me you'll work harder to be a part of this family," said Gammy.

"I will," said Emma. "I will, Gammy."

"Well then, the spirits can take me," said Gammy lying back down and closing her eyes.

They all stared at her for a long moment.

Then Gammy opened her eyes and took of her oxygen mask again. "Well, I guess the spirits aren't ready for me yet. I'm feeling a lot better. Let's get Emma to the airport."

"Mom, look at you, faking a heart attack? What is that about?" asked David.

Gammy shrugged. "Well, it was the only way I could get the two of you to stop fighting. Now let's get going."

"We're not authorized to take you to the airport," said one of the paramedics.

"Don't make me call your mother," warned Gammy.

"All right," he said, "We're on our way."

-/-

"Things would have bee much easier if you had just given up in New York," said Mr. Hopper.

He and Killian were sitting beside each other on the plane.

"I always get my man," said Mr. Hopper. "I'm that good."

"Good for you, mate," drawled Killian, looking out the window. He already missed Emma and it had only been half an hour. He'd never see her again.

-/-

Emma hurried off of the plane, and dialed the number of the air tower, picking up her skirt with her free hand as she ran down the tarmac.

"This is the tower," said Bobby Gold, "Talk to me."

"Bobby, it's Emma Swan. I need a favor. Killian is on that plane. I need to talk to him. Can you stop it?"

"Oh yeah, I heard about your boyfriend bailing. That's unfortunate, Emma."

"Yes, it is. Can you stop the plane? Please?"

"I can't do that," said Bobby. "Sorry, Emma."

"Damn it," said Emma hanging up the phone.

The plane was taking off. "No, no, no. Come on!"

David, Mary Margaret and Gammy were getting off the plane. "Oh no," said Gammy. "

"What's wrong?" asked David.

"Killian is on that plane," said Mary Margaret.

"And she didn't get to tell him," added Gammy sadly.

"Tell him what?" asked David.

"That she loves him," said Mary Margaret, rolling her eyes at her husband. He could be so oblivious.

"So he could tell her that he loves her too," continued Gammy.

"But how do you know that."

"If he didn't love her he wouldn't have left," said Mary Margaret.

"So he was telling the truth?"

"What do you mean?" asked Mary Margaret.

"I asked him if he loved Emma and he said yes. I didn't believe him."

"Oh, David," said Mary Margaret with Exasperation.

"Emma's going to kill you," said Gammy.

Emma was staring towards the end of the runway.

David went up to her and laid a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Emma. I didn't know how you felt about him."

"Everything will be okay, Emma," said Mary Margaret.

Emma just kept staring out towards the horizon. She felt like there was a hole in her heart. One that could only be filled by Killian Jones.