Killian spent that night looking up at the stars and running over every single scenario of what could happen in his head. He was debating whether to sneak into the crocodile's castle or knock on the door and demand Emma. The latter option of course was the least desirable, but trying to sneak into the Dark one's castle wasn't exactly going to be easy.

That night he dreamt of her as he had done every single night. They were standing in the garden, it was the first time he was seeing it again since his nightmare. Before he would always see her on his ship and they would talk whilst looking at the stars. They were back in the garden now with the flowers just blossoming and the air filled with the scent of freshly cut grass and her. It always smelt of her, of freshness, rum and cinnamon. The sun was warm upon his face and it felt so real. He saw her body walking through the garden and he shouted out her name, she turned around. Her face was now no longer sharp as it once was as although her face would be forever imprinted on his mind she was becoming just a memory to him and they were always fuzzy around the edges. She wasn't wearing a wedding dress as she had been in his nightmare she was wearing clothes he had never seen before, a red leather jacket, strange blue trousers that hug her nicely and a top that did just the same. "Is this you from what we could have been in another life?" he asked her,

"Yes," she nodded. He looked down at his clothes and noticed he was just wearing his pirate attire, "Then why am I in this?"

"Because this is how we would have met in another life, perhaps, I am not sure. You are the one who is dreaming it,"

"I'm coming to get you,"

"I know,"

"Do you really though, did you believe my words?"

"What do you think?" she asked, she seemed so real if only this was. "No, I didn't believe you."

"But what about your ability to see lies,"

"I wasn't looking to see if you were lying," she told him with a slight shrug of her shoulders. He stepped forward so they were standing close together, they moved in time with one another. His hand went out to hold hers but she didn't take it. "Do you want to know where you are sleeping right now?"

"Where?"

"Where we first kissed," she smiled. "Do you remember that day? You saved my heart,"

"I think about that day all the time,"

"So do I," dream Emma lifted a hand and cupped his cheek and rubbed her thumb against his stubble, "That and the night you taught me how to navigate by the stars." They stayed in those positions in complete comfortable silence just looking at one another. Until Emma broke the silence, "You need to wake up," she said gently,

"Why? I'm happy here,"

"It's not real and you are in danger," she said slowly,

"Wake up and run," she told him,

"What am I running from?"

"Wolves," she told him, "Wake up and run okay? Run to me!"

"Wolves?"

"Wake up," she told him, "Now!"

He sat up with a jolt and noticed his horse was rearing and whinnying scared. Killian turned his head and noticed the yellow eyes and dark figures in the distance snarling. He hurried up onto his feet and untied his horse's reins and quickly jumped onto her back before she could dart off. A wolf was directly at his heels, he unsheathed his sword and clashed the beast before gently nudging his horse's side and spurred her forward away from the oncoming wolves. As he rode he noticed a large stone building looming before him. Rumplestiltskin's castle.

The base of the castle was lit by the rise of the sun. Killian knew he could not wait for night to fall again in order for him to sneak in. The time was now. He jumped down from his horse but did not tie her up for the fear that she would not be able to escape if the wolves were still following them. He took off his hooded cloak from the saddle of the horse and put it on lifting the hood over his head. His hand was on his sword and then he walked up to the castle.

Getting in had been surprisingly easy which unnerved him to no end. But he realised the true problem was trying to find Emma in the maze of a house. He could easily get lost in here and never find her or his way out. He took the stairs up to the left wing of the castle and began to arduous task of searching each and every room. He could feel the blood pumping around and the rapid movement of his heart. The silence of Rumplestiltskin's castle was nervewracking. He felt that around every corner he looked something was going to jump out and grab him.

He pushed open a door slowly and then quietly and carefully walked in. "You took your time," said a voice. It was then that he noticed the brunette sitting in an armchair with a book on her lap turn her head around. "You aren't…" she quickly got up.

"Rumplestiltskin? Well observed lass," he told her. He noticed the ways her eyes darted around the room searching for some sort of weapon. She picked up her book and threw it at him, hitting his right on the edge of his forehead. He winced and moved his hand out of his cloak and placed it on his head he lifted it back and saw a speck of blood. He lifted back his hood and put up both hand and hook, her eyes lingered on the mental object, "I'm not here to hurt you love. I'm just here looking for someone,"

"You have a hook for a hand,"

"Well observed," he said again.

"No, I meant, you're Killian Jones," she said her posture immediately changing from being on edge to relaxed. A smile spread across her lips, and he quipped an eyebrow at her. "That's me, curious how you would know my name lass,"

"You came back for her," she said not answering his question, "I told her you would. Told her I knew that it would happen. I told her it was love, she didn't believe me. But I knew."

"Care to make more sense?"

"I'm Belle" she said walking forward and taking his hand and shaking it. "I'm so happy to meet you. Emma's told me a lot about you,"

"She's here?"

"Yes," nodded Belle. "She's just gone off to make us some tea. I couldn't sleep and I came in here. She couldn't sleep either, so she said she'd make us some tea. Come take a seat." Belle led him over to where she had been sitting and directed him to the arm chair opposite the one she had been sitting in. She sat down in her own. "Is she bound to him?"

"Rumple? No. He made his wishes and then gave me the chance to make some of my own, but I have everything I could ever want. So, I opened the bottle and I haven't made my wishes. Emma is free to do as she wants."

"You wished her free,"

"No. I couldn't. You know that someone would have to take her place in the bottle, she told me that when I offered. This I suppose is the next best thing," shrugged Belle. "I knew you would come. When she told me about you, I knew that you would come for her, I knew it was love. That's why you are here isn't it?"

He nodded.

"I'll go get her," Belle said quickly getting up from her feet. "I promise I won't make my wishes. The two of you can be together." She said before she opened the door and left. Killian was left slightly befuddled, this was not what he had expected. He had expected to swoop in and save Emma from some horrific enslavement but this woman, Belle, she was kind and had given Emma as much freedom as she could.

The door opened and the first thing he saw was the back of a woman as she used her bum to push the door open as her hands were holding onto a tray. He recognised the familiar blonde curls. Though she no longer wore her genie clothes. She wore a blue dress with a yellowing blouse underneath and a scarf around her neck. He presumed the clothes belonged to other woman. But the scarf, that was his. "Sorry I took so long, I got lost again. The tea is still," Emma turned around and the tray with two cups and saucers, a teapot and a jar of sugar fell crashing to the floor. Her green eyes wide and her mouth slightly agape. "Hello love," he smiled.

"Where's Belle?"

"She went off to find you, no hello?"

"Yes, sorry, hello," she said her face full of disbelief. Her eyes quickly glanced down to the mess she had made on the floor then back up to him.

Emma felt her heart skip a beat as she looked into his blue eyes, and that beautiful smile of his stretched across his face. His black hair all tousled. His clothes, her eyes walked down his body, "New clothes?"

"Miss the leather?"

"A little," she sent him a small smile. He slowly walked over to her and she stepped over the shattered tea to meet him. "and me?" he asked,

"You wish," she smiled largely. "How are you?"

"All the better for seeing you,"

"Did you miss me?"

"Why else do you think I'm here?"

"I don't know," she said.

"I told you I would find you," he told her with a grin as he moved her hair off her shoulder with his hook. When Emma smiled this time her shoulders lifted and her smile was lifted up and aiming at him, he had never though her more beautiful. So when he looped his hooked arm around her waist and pulling her into him he wasted no time in kissing her.

Emma's hands went immediately to his hair then down his neck and to the lapels of his brown coat and she pulled him in closer to the kiss. She sighed into the kiss and what kiss had started gentle soon turned to passionate as his hand when into her blonde hair and she pulled him closer. She suddenly felt a surge of magic whell up in her and come bursting out, her head flew back from him and his back from her. The shackles around her wrist glowed with yellow light and then dropped to the floor. Their eyes met after both looking at the fallen eyes were wide and she stared up at his grinning face, her hands still gripping tight onto his coat.

"I told you I would free you," he said,

"But how?"

"I spoke to Ursula, and made a deal,"

"You what! What did you promise, I swear Killian if you have," her eyes were worried but he could only smile causing the crinkles at the edge of his eyes. He shook his head at her, "We only made a deal that if your true love kissed you then you would be free,"

"What?"

"True Loves Kiss broke the curse,"

"Thank you," Emma smiled largely.

"I love you Emma,"

"Good, because I think I love you too. Killian?

"I love it when you say my name," he grinned,

"You know you once asked me that if you freed me could you kiss me again?"

"Yes,"

"Well kiss me,"

Killian raised an eyebrow at her as he pulled her back into him, his face bent down to her, his lips millimeters away from hers and he whispered "As you wish,"