We've made it! The final chapter! Thank you all for going on this journey with me. Can't wait to hear your thoughts...

Part Thirteen

"There has to be a way out of here," Killian grumbled as they hit yet another dead end.

Never had he been more eager to get his Swan to safety. Sure, the man who'd been tasked to eliminate her may well be dead, but that didn't mean she was out of danger. Cassidy was still lurking somewhere within the maze and Killian didn't want to take any chances of him getting his hands on Emma.

"Killian?" Emma whispered softly next to him, both of them trying to draw as little attention to themselves and their position as possible. "What do we do if Neal finds us before we make it out of here? Assuming there is a way out."

"There has to be," Killian replied, bypassing her initial question and leading them down a new corridor. Or had they already been down this way? "Pan can't trap us in here forever."

"Sure he can."

Killian and Emma spun around, stunned to find Neal Cassidy making his way around the corner they'd just turned. Where had he come from? That way had been a dead end. Hadn't it?

A baseball bat was firmly gripped in one hand as he menacingly tapped the cap of it in the other. No need to guess the weapon he was meant to use in order to complete the grizzly task Pan had assigned him.

"Looks like Emma already took care of your dear old dad," Neal commented, his eyes taking in the blood soaked into Killian's sweatpants and smeared across his bare torso and chest. Shifting his attention to Emma he added, "I knew Pan would give you Brennan, leaving Killian and I to duke it out to the death."

Killian let the man keep his wrong assumptions and tightened his grip on Emma's hand, hoping she would do the same. Having his focus on Killian as both his target and would-be assassin allowed them the upper hand, even if they were both loath for Emma to be in a position to have to take the man's life. Neither of them wanted it to come to that, but Neal seemed not the least bit concerned with the idea of cold-blooded murder.

"I'm gonna enjoy this," Neal murmured darkly, continuing his advance as Killian and Emma both crept backward down the corridor, unwilling to take their eyes off the danger in front of them. "Do you know how often I've dreamt of killing you? How many times I begged Pan to let me be the one to punish you?"

Arriving at a T junction, Killian signaled for Emma to go to her right, hanging behind for a moment to ensure Neal did not lunge at them unexpectedly. She'd only just rounded the corner when a panel slid out from the wall, cutting him off from her completely. Forgetting about Neal, Killian spun around and yelled Emma's name, desperately feeling his way along the panel for a way to remove it.

"Swan!" he hollered, but was unable to determine whether or not she could hear him. Her name had only just left his lips when a whooshing sound gave him a mere moments warning of Neal's attack. Ducking out of the way, Killian nearly had his head taken clean off by the swing of Neal's bat, which instead collided with the solid panel separating them from Emma.

"Quick bastard, aren't you?" Neal muttered, taking aim once more.

His next swing was stalled when Killian demanded to know, "Where's Emma? How did you manage to separate us?"

"Don't look at me, pal," Neal scoffed. "Haven't you noticed the walls moving before now? Hallways seal themselves all the time, creating new dead ends. It's all part of Pan's genius."

"Awfully enamored with Pan, aren't you?" Killian stated derisively.

"Pan is my family," Neal shot back. "He's always looked out for me." Cocking his head to one side, a sneer crept over his lip as he taunted, "Unlike your own father who left you and your brother to rot in foster care. Left you to the mercy of someone like John Silver."

Killian tamped down the anxiety and panic the mention of his abusive foster father's name brought up. He could not afford to let Neal rile him up or make him lose focus. In fact, perhaps it was time to turn the tables.

"Always looked out for you?" Killian countered. "Was he looking out for you when he brought Emma here? When he let me have her instead of you?" Neal's knuckles turned white as he clenched the grip of the bat tighter in his hands, his teeth grinding together in anger and rage Killian hoped he could work to his advantage. "Tell me, Neal," Killian continued to taunt, "How was Pan looking out for you when he let me pleasure Emma? Let me caress her body and taste her cunt before fucking her to heights of ecstacy you were incapable of giving her?"

A guttural roar of rage preceded the wild swing of Neal's bat, but Killian managed to side-step it before it made contact.

"Or was he looking out for you when he forced Emma to her knees to suck me off?" Killian said, throwing another barb at the man who was growing more and more unhinged by the second. "Or when she washed me, or kissed me, or fondled me, or rode me like a bloody goddess?"

Another savage swing broke the air, but when this one also missed its target, Neal, in a rage, rushed at Killian, nearly knocking the breath out of him as they both landed on the ground.

"You think any of that meant something? You think it means she's yours?" Neal bellowed, striking Killian in the jaw with his fist when he attempted to get up, landing him flat on his back once more. "She'll never be yours!" Neal roared. "She's mine!"

Crushing the bat against Kiliian's windpipe, Neal continued to rail at him. Perhaps he'd done too good of a job riling the man up in the hopes he'd make a mistake. It was clear, however, that Killian had been the one who'd made the fatal error. Frantically, he clawed at Neal's hands as the man continued to spit vitriol at him, not that he heard a word of it, the sound of his blood thundering in his ears as a ringing began to swell from the lack of oxygen effectively drowned the murderous man out.

No! He couldn't let the man win. He couldn't leave his Emma at the mercy of Pan and Neal. He couldn't… he had to… he must…

Killian's vision began to tunnel, the black edges of oblivion quickly creeping in as the pressure in his face and head continued to build and his lungs screamed from want of air. With the last of his strength he tried anything and everything he could to dislodge the man from his chest and bat from his throat, but it was no use. Neal would not be moved.

The last vestiges of consciousness began to leave him, his final coherent thoughts of his Swan and the grief he felt as he mourned the life they could have had together. He wished he could see her one last time. Hold her. Kiss her. Tell her he-

Killian jolted from the blast of gunshots that rang out and his lungs suddenly opened, allowing him to draw in a much needed breath. His eyes, which he hadn't even realized had shut, flew open in time to see Neal Cassidy being propelled backward by the force of the bullets hitting his chest, blood splatter from his wounds erupting in the air and hitting Killian in the face as he continued to choke and gasp for breath.

"Killian!" Emma screamed, her footfalls rushing towards him as he rolled over onto all fours in an attempt to get up. She practically knocked him on his back again, throwing herself at him and wrapping her arms tightly around his neck.

"Careful, love," he choked out, settling back onto his heels as he knelt before her, threading his fingers through her hair and holding her as close to him as he possibly could. Once he was able to breathe again without a choking fit, he pulled back and looked over at Neal's prone body.

"Is he… dead?"

"I unloaded the clip on him," Emma told him, her tone giving away none of what she might be feeling over the matter. "So, yeah. He's dead."

"Good."

She released a heavy breath in response, tears pooling in her eyes as relief seemed to engulf her. Cupping her cheek, Killian nuzzled his nose against hers and affirmed, "You did what you had to do, Swan. You saved me."

"I tried to hurry," she told him in a slightly hysterical tone. "I knew there had to be a way back around to you. I'm sorry it took me so long to find it."

"Shhh, love," Killian soothed, pulling her back into his arms and cradling her head against his chest. "It's all right now."

Emma's eyes fell shut and a tear slipped past her lashes. Before Killian could wipe it away they were both startled by the sound of more panels closing in around them. Getting to their feet they frantically looked about for a means of escape, but there was none. All access points had been closed off to them.

"What's the meaning of this?" Killian hollered, grabbing on to Emma's hand for fear they might get separated again. "It's over! We completed your tasks and survived! We won! Why have you trapped us in here?"

"Yes, yes," Pan said in an unenthusiatic tone with a half-hearted slow clap accompanying his words. "You've won. Congratulations."

"That's right!" Emma chimed in. "We won, so let us out! You said we'd earn our freedom if-"

"And I am a man of my word," Pan replied, though there was clear reluctance in his tone. "Even if letting you go will end up costing me dearly. Think of the revenue I'll lose from my guests when they discover their favorite playthings are no longer available to them?"

"Forgive me if I don't lose any sleep over it," Killian grit out through clenched teeth. "Something tells me you'll manage just fine without us."

"I suppose," Pan sighed. "Part of the fun was watching your father and Neal suffer and stew while I played with you. Now that they're gone…" Another heavy exhale filled the corridor as a panel slid open. "Well, I suppose a deal's a deal. Pan says, follow the corridor."

"Wait!" Emma called out, clearly unconvinced that he meant to make good. "This is really it, right? You're letting us go? We're free? Forever?"

"Of course," Pan replied. "Unless you would wish to stay and remain a part of my-"

"Fuck that," Killian said, pulling Emma along the corridor with haste, ready to be done with this god forsaken place once and for all.

The path led them back to one of the rooms they'd started in and a cold stone of dread dropped in Killian's stomach when the door shut behind them.

"I knew it!" Emma exclaimed. "I knew it was a trick! I knew he never meant to-"

Her words were cut off by the hissing sound of the fog filling the room. Terror filled green eyes caught his own as they stared at one another in fear.

"K-Killian?" Emma stammered. "Do you… do you think he means to-"

"Relax," Pan's voice exasperated from the speaker. "It's only going to knock you both out. I can't have you remembering any details that might lead the authorities back here, now can I?"

A shuddering exhale of relief left Killian's lungs, but it was replaced with a fresh breath of panic. Where did he mean to take them? Would they remain together or would he dump them back where he'd had them grabbed that fateful night?

"Swan," Killian said desperately. The air around them was already filling with the noxious choking gas and he knew they didn't have much time. "I'll find you," he promised. "If when we wake we aren't… I swear I'll find you."

"I know you will," she said, clinging to him as she nodded furiously. "Or I'll find you. We'll find each other."

"Aye." Pressing his forehead to hers, he lowered them to their knees, not wishing for either of them to become injured when they eventually lost consciousness and fell to the floor.

"Killian, I…" Emma gazed up at him, a sentiment he'd longed to hear swirling in her jade depths as the words began to form on her lips. " I lo-"

"Don't," Killian said, cutting her off. "Not here. Not like this." Taking her face in both hands he pleaded with her, "Tell me when we're free. Tell me after… after you've found me or I've found you. Please, love."

"As you wish," she slurred out, her body becoming too heavy for his weakened arms to hold. Together, they collapsed to the ground, their bodies entwined with one another as darkness pulled them under.

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A horn blared from the street outside the window jarring Emma awake. Bolting upright, she was stunned to find herself in her apartment, the air thick with two months worth of dust collecting on the surfaces. Glancing down to assess her physical state, she was again taken aback. Someone had dressed her in the very clothes she'd been wearing when she'd disappeared. The same tight jeans, the same gray tank top, the same red leather jacket, the same tall boots, even the same ponytail, she realized, reaching back to run a hand over her hair.

Out of instinct she called out for Killian, hoping against hope he might be somewhere in her apartment as well. After a very short, quick search - her place was tiny with only an open concept living and kitchen area, a bathroom, and a bedroom - she was devastated to discover she was alone.

Patting at her pockets, she found her phone tucked away in one of the interior ones of her jacket. A curse fell from her lips when she tried to unlock it. The thing was completely dead. Rushing to her bedroom, she started tearing it apart in search of her phone charger, all the while trying to decide who she should attempt to contact first.

Obviously, she needed to find Killian, but there was also David and Mary Margaret to consider. They'd been through hell and she didn't want them to suffer a moment longer than they had to. Not to mention, the police had to be notified, she was probably gonna need a good lawyer, she was desperate to find out if Henry had indeed been returned to his mother, it would probably be a good idea to have a doctor check her out, but out of all of the concerns and worries spiraling through her brain, the thing that continued to drive her as she searched for her damn phone charger was Killian.

She had to find Killian.

Someone started pounding on her front door, causing Emma to freeze. As the assault against her door continued, Emma realized there was one thing that had not been returned to her from the night Pan had her taken.

Her gun.

Looking about for something she could use as a weapon, Emma froze again when a voice began to accompany the banging.

"Killian?" Sprinting to the door, she didn't even check the peephole before throwing it open.

Hand still raised, ready to set another round of knocks on the surface of her door, Killian stared back at her with equal disbelief and elation.

"Swan," he breathed, barely able to complete the exhale before Emma launched herself into his arms.

He struggled to keep hold of her and make his way into her apartment as she wrapped her legs around his waist and peppered his face with kisses.

"How… How are you here… How did you… find me so fast."

"It was Pan," he muffled against her lips, causing her to flinch back.

"What?"

Setting her back on her feet, he reached into the pocket of the jeans he wore - tight fitted jeans paired with an equally tight black shirt, charcoal colored waist coat, and a black leather bomber style jacket - and produced a familiar looking folded piece of paper.

Closing the door as she took the message from him with trembling fingers, Killian recited the words as Emma read them.

"Pan says… find her."

Included on the paper was her full address.

"Well," she said, wetting her lips and handing the note back to him. "Good thing you did, because tomorrow I'm moving to an unregistered address."

Killian chuckled and they were back in each other's arms, lips sliding and tongues tangling as their hands clung to the fabric of the other's clothes.

"You're alright? Truly?" he murmured in the space between them when they broke apart for air.

"Yes," she assured him. "But I'm not sure how long I was out. I only woke up a few minutes before you arrived." Pulling back further, she gazed up at him and asked, "How did you get here so fast?"

With a stunned expression, as though he himself hadn't quite gotten over the shock of what he was about to relay to her, he said, "I live just on the other side of town."

Emma was struck by the fact they never once talked about where they lived. All of his stories had been of his life back in the UK, having only mentioned once in passing that he'd moved to the US for a fresh start after his court martial.

"After I woke up and saw the note, I raced over here. Breaking several traffic laws in the process, I'm sure." Taking her face back into his hands, he caressed the apples of her cheeks with his thumbs. "I had to see. I had to see for myself that you were alright."

Reaching up, she placed her hands over his and closed her eyes, letting his touch and the comfort of his presence wash over her. When she opened her eyes again, she led them to her sofa, asking, "What about Liam? Or the police? Have you-"

"I called Liam on my way here," he told her. "He's booking the first flight out."

"I guess I half expected him to already be in the States, working with the police or at least connecting with David and Mary-"

"Aye, he did all that," Killian added, cutting her off so he could relay what Liam had told him over the phone. "After our phone calls to them, Liam and David and Mary Margaret were in contact with one another immediately and he came here to help them convince the police to take up the case again. Unfortunately, his leave ran out and he had to go back, but he said he would reach out to David and Mary Margaret, as well as the detective that's working our case, to let them know of my return." With knitted brows he looked around and said, "I'm surprised they aren't blowing up your phone or already at your door."

"My phone is dead." She nodded at the coffee table where the useless device was still laying, then glanced around once more as she said, "I was looking for the charger when you…" Emma returned her gaze to his, not wanting to take her eyes off him for fear he might simply disappear. Shaking off the absurdity of that feeling - while trying to convince herself it was absurd - Emma cleared her throat and informed him, "David and Mary Margaret live more than an hour away, so… we have a bit of time before they come barging in."

"Aye," Killian acknowledged. "And Liam asked that I wait to go to the station until after he arrives. He uh… he wants to be here. To support me through…"

"Of course he does," Emma said, running her hand up and down his arm in a supportive and comforting manner. "He's your brother and he loves you."

Killian stood and started to pace, his hands sweeping through his hair over and over again. "I'm not sure what I'm going to tell him," he confided. "About what we've been through. About what we… what I had to do in order to gain my…" Stopping dead in his tracks he looked over at Emma with mournful eyes and asked, "How am I going to tell him about Brennan? How do I confess to him that I killed our father?"

Emma sprang up for the couch and wrapped her arms tightly around his middle. "You didn't kill him, Killian. You weren't the one responsible for his death. And regardless, you won't have to face it alone. You won't have to do any of this alone." Craning her neck, she captured his gaze and reminded him, "We will get through this the way we've gotten through everything else. Together."

"Aye, love," he expelled on a relieved breath, crushing her to him. "Together."

After a few more minutes of simply holding one another, Killian loosened his grip and chagrined, "I'm sorry, Swan. I know I'm not the only one facing a daunting amount of trauma to work through." Taking her hands in his, he brushed his thumbs over her knuckles, his Adam's apple bobbing heavily before he spoke. "I know now that my father sacrificed everything to protect Liam and me. That he gave up his life to ensure I had a future." Gently, he placed her hands against his chest and cradled them there, flicking his gaze up to meet hers, the intensity swirling in those forget-me-not depths nearly drowning her. "And I damn well intend to have one," he murmured fiercely, their lips now only a hairsbreadth apart. "I know you must have your own trepidations about entering back into the world, but I want you to know that I will be by your side. For all of it. Always."

"I know," she whispered, pressing her lips to his and losing herself in the fervor of his kiss and the promise it left simmering between them.

After taking a much needed breath, Emma burrowed her face into his chest, refusing to let go as she tightened her arms around him. "For now though?" she implored. "For the little bit of time we have before David gets here and goes all Nolan, or before the police descend with their questions and interrogations, or before your brother arrives and I have to worry about earning his approval…" Killian chuckled at that, giving her a comforting and commiserating squeeze. "Can we just… do this? Can we just… be? Can we just leave the world outside for a little bit longer? I just want you to hold me. Can you just hold me and let me forget about everything else for a while?"

"Aye, love," he murmured into her hair. "I can do that."

The tightening of Killian's arms around her alerted Emma that there was something she needed to do first.

"Um… actually," she said apologetically, wiggling out of his embrace and shooting him a slightly embarrassed look. "Real quick, I need to um… use the restroom. Sorry."

Killian chuckled again and fully let her go. "Go," he said in an amused breath. "Take care of necessities while I make myself useful and get us some tea." Waggling his brows at her he added, "Then we can cuddle up with a cuppa until the masses arrive."

Emma smiled and threw out instructions of where to find things as she made her way to the bathroom. When she reached the door, she paused and turned back.

"Oh, and Killian?"

"Aye?"

Drawing in a cleansing breath, she declared, "I love you."

He whirled around from the cabinets and beamed at her, elated. "And I you, Emma," he murmured back, clearly torn between taking her in his arms again and letting her continue on with what she needed to do. "And I you."

"Hold that thought," she told him with a coy smile, her hand pressed against the bathroom door while her attention remained focused on him for a second longer. Watching him smile that adorable boyish grin as he went back to puttering around her kitchen, Emma placed her other hand over her chest. Her heart was full and feeling as though it might burst from relief and joy and hope and a certainty that settled deep within her.

They were going to be okay. There was a lot for them to face and get through and overcome, but… he loved her and she loved him. They were going to be okay.

Swinging the door open, she stepped into the bathroom, then stopped short with a gasp falling from her lips that took her elated smile with it.

"Oh, my God!" she exclaimed before clamping a hand over her mouth.

Killian's rushed footfalls were accompanied by his frantic tone as he demanded, "What is it? Swan, are you-"

She flicked her gaze up to the mirror, her face white and her eyes wide as saucers. When he joined her his attention was on her reflection, but then followed her gaze as it returned to the counter, and the note laying there.

A note she somehow had not seen earlier when she'd quickly checked the bathroom for Killian.

A note that was sitting atop a very distinctive object.

"Is that…"

A pregnancy test.

Emma nodded and they both leaned down to take a closer look. Hands shaking, Emma picked up the stick and a shuddering breath left her lungs as Killian read the scrawling words that had been penned on the paper.

Pan says, congratulations are in order.

The End

(cue evil laugh)