Disclaimer: OUAT isn't mine. Tragically.

Note: so Emma is using a lot of advanced magic in this chapter. It's for plot purposes, but she will face issues with doing so much magic. Please ignore the logistics, this is fanfiction after all.

Hope you guys enjoy.

Chapter 1: Stuck

It wasn't working. Her magic was back, but the stupid wand wasn't working.

"Do you think he lied to us?" Killian asked from where he was leaning against a table. He was back in his regular attire of his long black leather coat, leather pants, and black vest and shirt.

Marian was still knocked out, but she wouldn't remain that way forever.

"I don't know." Emma huffed, frustrated, twirling in her prison dress. The least Rumplestiltskin could've done was return her jeans and leather jacket.

Waving the wand around, she attempted once again to open the portal. She was tempted to summon the Dark One back and strangle him. Without the portal, they couldn't return to their own time, and Emma wasn't going to stay trapped in Rumplestiltskin's vault for the next thirty years. "I don't think he would've lied about this. As long as I can wield magic, I should be able to open the portal. So, why isn't this working?" Frustration overwhelmed her.

"There could be a number of reasons, love." Killian said, though he wasn't sure what could be the cause.

Irritated and angry, Emma wildly waved the wand around, failing to notice a faint glow pass over Marian's features. She gripped the wand tight enough it was surprising the stick didn't snap into two pieces.

"Perhaps we should change tactics." Killian suggested, worried at Emma's emotional state.

Emma's hands dropped to her side. "What do you mean?" Her tone was snappish, but it wasn't directed at him. Killian was trying to help; Emma knew she was the one failing.

"It's possible that the vault and all of the magical objects here could be interfering." Killian theorized. "If we can escape, maybe the portal will work elsewhere?"

Though she knew hers and Killian's knowledge of magic was limited, it was a good theory. It was worth a shot. "Okay, you pick her up, and I'll try to teleport us somewhere."

Killian did as she asked, and once Marian was secured over his shoulder, Emma took his hand and closed her eyes. She'd never teleported herself or people before, but she remembered Regina's tutelage.

She needed to pick a place she'd been before.

Emma brought forth a picture in her mind. At first it was the trees of the Enchanted Forest, but she needed a destination in mind. If she just picked a random spot in the forest, it's likely that something would go wrong. Instead, her mind viewed Lake Nostos. It would be filled with water and a siren at this point in time, but it was the only place other than the Jolly Roger or her parents castle that Emma was familiar with enough to see it.

Feeling the pull of her magic, Emma released it. Feeling airy, like she was drifting away, Emma held tighter to the picture of Lake Nostos, keeping it to the front of her mind. Finally she felt solid, whole, and there was hard ground underneath her feet. Opening her eyes, she found that they were in the forest by the lake. "Come on, let's go. The siren's still around."

Killian nodded, turning to go, but as he did, Emma glanced back.

In the water, not too far away, was an image of Killian, which startled Emma enough to pause. Why was she seeing him in the lake?

A hand grabbed her and pulled her away. "Don't know what you're seeing, Swan, but we need to go." There was urgency to Killian's tone, his eyes glancing at the lake, as he rushed them away.

As they ran through the forest, hoping not to hear the siren, Emma couldn't help but wonder why she saw him. Didn't sirens show you what you wanted most? Your heart's desire? Her heart desired returning home to her parents and Henry. She didn't want Killian. Or, well, she did, but that was too complicated to even consider. When they returned to their time, Emma figured they could talk, but she didn't know what she wanted between them. Not now when they had to figure out how to get home.

It wasn't as though his feelings were a secret. Hell, Zelena used his lo—feelings, his feelings— for her against him in order to take her magic. Emma knew that he wanted a relationship, a future with her, but she wasn't sure her heart was ready. Her romantic history sucked. There was Neal, her married boyfriend in her early twenties, Graham, Walsh, and well, skips didn't really count. She wasn't meant to find love or happiness. Even for a man who changed for her and would follow her to the ends of the earth.

"Want to try again?" Killian asked after a while, when they slowed down after being far enough away. Perhaps now that they were out of the vault, she'd have more success with the portal.

Emma waved the wand and still failed to produce a portal. "Fuck." After ten more minutes of trying, she flung the wand against a tree. It thwacked against the trunk before bouncing off onto the ground, rolling uselessly on the dirt. "We're stuck here."

"Well, what, we have a few years before the curse?" Killian asked. He picked up the wand and pocketed it. It might not work for Emma at the moment, but it might certainly come in handy down the road.

"Nearly three." Emma huffed. "My parents took some time before they met up again, then I think maybe the war with George started, and then they fought Regina a bit until she backed off to create the curse. That took like two years. Then there was nine months until me and the curse came along."

"If we can't get back to the future, we might have to wait it out." Killian said. "We'd go somewhere away from your parents' kingdom, stay under the radar, and then when the curse comes, well, we might have to get frozen with Cora to avoid being in Storybrooke with your other self."

"Three years is a long time to be away from my family." Emma didn't like the idea of being stuck here for so long. She knew she couldn't interfere with her parents' past anymore. Hell, she almost erased herself and Henry from existence. It would be hard not seeing Henry for so long. If they ended up waiting it out until time caught up, then Henry wouldn't even realize she was ever gone. However, three years was a long time. Living whatever life in the past might very well change her into a person Henry wouldn't recognize.

"Four." Killian corrected. "If we're stuck here, will need to ride out the first curse and Pan's curse. The one that brought everyone back here while you and Henry went to New York."

He was right of course and Emma silently scolded herself for forgetting that there was an extra year they'd have to wait out. So they wouldn't go back to Storybrooke until Snow's curse. Even then, they'd have to hide out until their past selves time traveled so that there wouldn't be two of them running around. "God time travel is confusing." She groaned leaning against a tree as she rubbed her temples. "Okay, so what next?"

"Well, first, what do we need to do with her?" Killian asked, motioning to the still unconscious Marian.

"There's nothing we can do with her." Emma admitted. "I mean, she was supposed to die, so her being alive changes things. She'll want to find her husband and son, which will alter Robin's past and Regina's future with him." Emma winced. That was another thing she was screwing up. While she and Regina weren't best friends, Emma didn't want to ruin her chance at happiness if it meant Regina would stay on their side and be a better mother to Henry.

"Unless, you send her away?" Killian suggested, trying to figure out how best to keep the timeline intact. "It's only a few years until the Curse, and if you send her far enough away, then it might just take that long for her to return."

That was a good point, but could they chance it? "What if she's resourceful enough to get here sooner?" Emma asked, playing Devil's Advocate. "A mother trying to get to her son is a forced to be reckoned with, you know?"

"Aye." One such mother was standing before him and Killian's heart went out to her. It must be killing her that her magic was failing her when she needed to get back to Henry. While it wouldn't be a four year separation from Henry's perspective, it would be from Emma's and she already missed out on so much of Henry's life. However, back to the matter at hand, there was too much at stake to just let Marian go off on her own. If they woke her up, could they convince her of the truth? Of their being from the future and her death in the original timeline? Of course, she might just label them as insane and run off on her own.

A groan from the woman startled Emma and Killian. So much for waking her themselves. The universe wasn't being kind to them at the moment. Maybe that was a price for time traveling, no matter how unintentional it was on their part.

"Shit." Emma cursed, not ready to face Marian when they still had to figure out what to do with her. They needed to figure out a plan, quickly.

Marian rubbed her head, eyes opening, taking in her surroundings. Slowly, she pushed herself up into a sitting position. Brown eyes stared up at them with wariness. "Who are you?" She looked between them, confusion spreading across her features. "Better question, who am I?"

Emma and Killian shared surprised looks. "I didn't hit her that hard." Killian muttered so only Emma heard him.

"Um, you don't remember?" Emma asked, watching Marian carefully. How could she not remember? There was no way Killian knocking her out messed with her mind.

"Remember what?" Marian asked. Her brows furrowed.

"We met on the road." Killian supplied. "You were headed to Marawick Harbor, in the Kingdom of Stahlsburg." The lie came easily enough. After all, they needed to come up with a story for the locals; they'd just include Marian now. "We ran into each other and camped out, but our horses have been stolen it seems. You offered to take first watch, so we assumed you were attacked from behind while we slept."

Emma almost believed the story, he was that convincing. That was a good skill to have since they'd need to come up with more lies to live in this time.

Marian tried to stand, and both Killian and Emma stepped forward to help her up.

"Take it easy." Emma said. "We don't know how hard you were hit." She glanced at Killian again, and he was clearly at a loss.

"Oh, well, that certainly explains why my head is pounding." Marian smiled tightly, though her eyes still held doubt about them. "So if we're headed to the same place, how far do we have left to travel?"

"It's a good few weeks by horse." Killian said. He met Emma's eyes and she knew what he was going to suggest.

In fact, Emma preferred getting out of Regina's territory as soon as possible. Besides, if Marian freaked out or decided not to keep Emma's magic a secret, Emma could try and call upon her magic and erase Marian's memory. It seemed there wasn't anything left for her to remember anyway, but what caused Marian's memory loss?

"Can you keep a secret?" Killian asked, his tone protective.

Marian narrowed her eyes. "What kind of secret?" She stepped away from them. Understandable. She woke up with two strangers and no memory. The fact that she gave them a chance to explain was more grace than most would give.

"I have light magic." Emma said. "I can teleport us to town, but I'd rather not broadcast that to everyone. I hope we can trust you with this secret."

Sensing that Emma was earnest, Marian nodded. "I suppose I can trust you. Who are you again?" Really though, Marian wasn't sure if she could trust them, but her instincts told her that the couple was safe. They didn't seem nefarious and without her memories, they were all she had to rely on to find out who she was, even if they just met her.

Emma didn't think giving their real names was a good idea. Thinking quickly, she made something up. "Emily Jones." Emily was close enough to Emma for her to respond to it. Surely Jones was common enough in this land as it was in hers. Maybe…hopefully. "My husband is…Colin." It was the first name she could think of which sounded close enough to Killian. Or well, it had the hard C sound.

Killian looked proud of her quick response. "Aye. You told us your name was Maria, but not sure if you have a surname or not."

Marian swayed a bit on her feet. Her head swam unsteadying her.

"Perhaps you should rest and have some water." Killian suggested, reaching out to steady Marian. "I know Emily needs some time to prepare her magic."

"That's a good idea." Marian agreed, as her head continued to pound. Just how hard was she hit? Who did it? Why couldn't she remember anything? Even her name, Maria, didn't sound quite right. If that was the name she gave them, then why wouldn't she give her real name?

Emma grabbed Killian's waterskin and handed it to Marian. "Here you go."

As Marian settled against a tree, Emma pulled Killian away. "Okay, there's no way she'd just forget everything from hitting her head."

"Perhaps when we were in the Dark One's vault something affected her." Killian suggested, his brows drawn together. "We were surrounded by a number of dark objects, and we don't know what any of them were capable of doing."

"Maybe." Emma said. She shook her head; Marian's memory loss would be something that they'd tackle later on. Though it was an unexpected blessing since they now didn't have to convince her not to go off in search of Robin and Roland. Emma felt guilty for lying, but they couldn't risk more changes to the timeline. Her focus shifted back to Killian. "Tell me about Marawick Harbor."

"It's in Prince Eric's kingdom." Killian said. "It's a port town which fell into Cora's protection bubble when the curse hit. I docked my ship there a few times over the centuries. It's large enough to blend in and find work." In fact, it was a perfect hide out. Populated enough to blend in and far from Regina's clutches, and still close enough to be affected by the Curse.

"I can't teleport to a place I've never been." Emma explained. "Regina said that teleporting sort of requires knowing your destination. That's why I brought us to Lake Nostos, because I've been here and seen it before." Even if it changed a bit in the coming decades. "How can I teleport us now?"

Killian's brow furrowed adorably as he tried to come up with a solution.

Stop it. Emma berated herself. He's not adorable. If they were going to be reliant on each other, she needed to squash her feelings down so they could focus on surviving.

"What if I describe the place to you?" He said after awhile. "Would that help paint a picture you can use?"

It wasn't exactly something she tried before. Hell, she barely learned any magic before, but her magic might very well be a key to living in this realm and in this time. "It can't hurt to try. Go ahead and describe it to me." She closed her eyes to concentrate.

He began describing the town as best as he could remember, particularly the docks. As the sun was setting, Killian described the docks more at night, telling Emma about darkened corners, likely because they'd need to appear somewhere hidden as not to raise suspicion. He described the sea and how it sparkled under moonlight; the sound of the water lapping against docks ships; the noise of nearby taverns and the main street.

As Emma listened to his words, she could see it in her mind. Killian's words painted a detailed, tangible picture. He certainly was quite the storyteller. Before long, Emma pictured a dark spot behind crates on a dock. "I think I'm ready." She kept her eyes closed, feeling around for his arm. Emma didn't dare open her eyes for fear of losing the picture.

Killian waved Marian over. "She's ready."

When she heard Marian step next to them, Emma spoke. "Hold onto me as tight as you can." When she felt them grasp her arms, Emma reached deep inside her for her magic. Feeling it coming alive under her skin, Emma held onto Killian tighter. I want to go to Marawick Harbor. She repeated that over and over, releasing her magic. She felt her body dissipate, tightening her hold on her passengers as she felt herself come apart, floating in air as though she were nothingness, before feeling her body came back to herself. Would she ever get used to the sensations that came with teleporting?

Opening her eyes, she found herself, Killian, and Marian in a darkened corner of docks, behind crates. She could hear the ocean to her left. A breeze brought about the briny, salty scent of the waters.

Killian peeked out from the crates, looking around to see where they were, before quickly ducking back down. He turned to her with a huge, proud, amazed smiled. "You did it, love. You brought us to Marawick. Bloody brilliant."

At Marian's confused look, Emma added. "I've never been here before. Usually I have to teleport to a place I've seen." Still, warmth bloomed in her chest at Killian's praise. I've yet to see you fail. His words from Neverland still haunted her. Hell, they'd never leave her. Without fail, Killian always, always, believed in her, even when, especially when, no one else would. Shaking away her affection, Emma returned her attention to Marian.

"Well, then, congratulations on a job well done." Marian smiled warmly. She wondered if Emma's magic could help with her memories. Could she restore them?

"Come on, we'll need to find an inn." Killian stood, helping both women up.

"Do I have money?" Marian asked. Then she realized the clothes she and Emma were wearing. "Are these normal clothes?" Surely they couldn't be?

Emma grimaced. No, they weren't and it was very possible someone would recognize that they were wearing prison gowns and Killian was dressed as a pirate. "No, these were old sleeping gowns I had, but you're right, we'll draw some strange looks."

"Could you use your magic to clean us up?" Marian asked.

Emma considered it, uncertain. Her body felt fatigued from teleporting, but Marian trusted them now and if they stole clothes, that could only make the woman leery of them. They needed to keep Marian close in order to keep an eye on her. Looks like it was time to test the limits of her magic. "Maybe." She glanced at Killian. "I've done small things before, maybe I should test it out on Colin first?"

"Go ahead, love." Killian spread his arms, ever the willing subject. Looking her over, Killian was concerned. Emma practiced her magic in the future, but nothing near this level. While he believed in her, he didn't want Emma to push herself too much.

Closing her eyes, Emma figured the easiest thing to do was change one item at a time. She pictured black leather pants as brown and waved her hand. Keeping her eyes closed, she saw his black shirt change to white and his black leather vest changed to deep blue cotton. Finally, his black leather coat, which she was loathed to change but was the most obvious indication of his pirate ways, changed to a brown leather riding coat.

Her eyes opened to find Killian in the entirely new outfit. Even in his new vest and shirt, the top buttons were still undone, showing off the top of his thick chest hair. She probably could've buttoned him up when she changed his clothes, but that didn't seem right. Plus, she'd never admit it to him, but she actually liked seeing his chest hair and longed to touch it. Stop it, Emma. Keep it in your pants.

His eyes shown proudly at her accomplishment. "You certainly keep getting better at using magic, love."

Emma smiled, and boosted with confidence now that she successfully changed Killian's clothes, she turned to Marian and repeated the 's outfit turned from prison chic to one of brown skirts, a green top, and a brown corset.

When Marian was done, Emma used her magic on herself and her prison dress changed to blue skirts, white top, brown corset, and blue cape.

Killian tried not to think about how she made them match, or the implications of that. Don't be daft, Jones. There isn't a deeper meaning to that.

"I think we're ready." Emma said, subtly steadying herself against a crate as a wave of exhaustion hit her. Maybe she pushed herself too far.

"Almost." Killian said. "I'll need to check and see if we have any coin left. It's a bit dark, love, might need a light." Killian gently gripped Emma around her waist, noticing her fatigue. He stepped them away from Marian, walking far enough for Marian to not really hear them, but not so far she'd get suspicious.

Emma s a reassuring smile Marian's way. At Killian's side, Emma held out her hand and a flickering flame appeared in her palm and when she saw it was too small, she willed it to the size of a golf ball.

"Are you okay, love?" He asked. "You've used a lot of magic in a short time span."

Emma nodded. "I'll be fine. The sooner we count your coins, the sooner we can find an inn."

Killian didn't hesitate, knowing that Emma needed to rest, so he rooted around in his pockets, filled with coins. They counted enough to last them a while and divided the loot between them; Killian insisted on Emma having some money on her in case something happened and they ended up separated. Once they both pocketed the money, he spoke. "I have an idea." He whispered.

"Oh?" Emma asked, her expression curious.

"Well, Marian already believes us to be married and hasn't noticed the lack of rings." Killian said. "I assure you others will. People are old fashioned around here." He grimaced at his next words. "If we show up without wedding rings, even if we say we're married…"

"People will get ideas." Emma finished, understanding. "I'll get a reputation."

"It's even likely that some establishments won't accept us as customers." Killian added, uncomfortably. "Without proof and all that."

Emma knew he was telling her this in order to familiarize her with this new world she was stuck in. She had no idea what it was like here and all he wanted to do was protect her, even her honor. It was sweet and he showed more care of her wellbeing than anyone else had before. But could she pretend to be his wife? Sure, he told Marian that to cover for them, but now they'd have to actually live with that lie. They were stuck pretending to be together. She never thought she'd be the marrying type after Neal completely destroyed her. Even with Walsh, before he revealed what he was, she was going to say no. Fairytales and True Love were never in the cards for her.

When she looked at Killian, a part of her believed in that again, but it scared the shit out of her. It was partly why she wanted to run back to New York. New York was easier; no magic, no complicated family dynamics, no villains, and no Killian to give her hope for a better future. Now, she was stuck in an unfamiliar world, completely reliant on his lead, and even now, he wanted her to have all of the facts before her. He didn't want her to go into any situation blind. Gratitude nearly overwhelmed her.

He stared at her with patience and a bit of concern, likely worried about how she'd react. His shoulders were tense, almost bracing himself for a bad reaction from her.

Taking a breath, Emma pushed away her terror at the idea of a relationship with him. Especially when they both wanted it so much. If anything, her past proved that she would only ruin whatever this precious connection between her and Killian was; it was inevitable that it would happen. No, she had to think about it logically.

Logically, reasonably, this was an old fashioned port town. They'd likely have to stay here in order to be close to Marian, and figure out her amnesia, godsend though it was for the time being. They had to start off on the right foot with these people they'd be living around for the next couple of years. "Okay, so do you have a ring on you?" Emma asked.

Killian moved some things around in another pocket of his until he finally found a feminine ring that might just fit. It was a gold band with an oval cut ruby surrounded by a circle of small diamonds. He held it for her inspection, careful to hide what they were doing from Marian's view, though she seemed more distracted by activity further down the docks.

It truly was a beautiful ring, and Emma could almost imagine another time and another life with a true proposal on his lips. "That'll work." She said, careful to keep her tone neutral. She held her left hand out to him.

Realizing that she wanted him to put the ring on her, Killian swallowed before maneuvering the ring in his hand.

As he slipped the ring on her finger, Emma felt her breath leave her. It was a perfect fit. Hell, it looked like it belonged on her finger. She wondered if he thought the same as he ran a gentle thumb over the ring as he held her hand. Looking at his hand with its many rings, Emma spoke. "You need a wedding band too."

"Don't have one on me." Killian shrugged. He'd probably have to steal one tomorrow when a jeweler was open. There wasn't enough in his pockets to cover a ring and he'd rather save what he had for emergencies.

Emma looked at the silver and ruby ring currently occupying a place on his ring finger. It was too big and gaudy to be a wedding ring. In fact, all of his jewelry screamed pirate as much as his wardrobe. They were going to have to discuss that. Emma tapped at the on his finger. "Are you attached to this one?"

"Not particularly." It wasn't a lie but it was a half-truth.

Emma decided to ignore that for now and concentrated on the ring. It needed to be smaller, gold to match hers, the ruby could stay. She began to picture what she wanted in her mind's eye until it was clear. With a wave of her hand, the ring changed from silver to gold with the ruby shrunk into a smaller oval inlaid in the band. On either side of the ruby rested a small diamond. It looked like a wedding band now.

Emma removed his other rings from his fingers. "Too pirate-y." She smirked.

Killian didn't protest. He shook himself, swallowing, trying not to read too much into how she made their new wedding bands match just as she had matched their clothing. It definitely wasn't a big deal and it meant nothing. "There's another problem." He couldn't guarantee that his crew never docked here in the coming years. He couldn't remember. It was too dangerous for his own face to become a familiar sight around these parts. It was probably too dangerous for Emma to have her face as well. If Rumplestiltskin found them missing from his vault, he could come looking for them, knowing what they looked like. Emma's magic seemed more than capable after all.

"What?" Emma's eyes held a little bit of panic at his tone.

"If we stay here, there's a chance that one day my past self will appear." Killian explained. "If people get to know us, then they'll be wondering if I have an identical twin. There's also Rumplestiltskin to consider. He knows what we look like and we did escape his vault."

"You think he might not take the potion to forget the future?" Emma asked.

"He might, but we have to be cautious." Killian said. "If you can glamour us and we use aliases, then all the better. Who knows we might end up running into your parents again or someone else."

Good point. If she glamoured them, then it was much easier to fly under the radar. But she didn't want them to look at each other and see strangers. Not when all they had was each other to rely on. There had to be a way to glamour them so that others wouldn't see them, but they'd see each other. That's what Rumplestiltskin had done for them for the ball. Surely she could do it for them as well. Of course, now Marian saw their faces, so she'd have to adjust it where strangers saw other people but they and Marian still saw the real faces. That also Emma couldn't drastically change their looks as Marian would see one set of faces and everyone else another set.

"Okay." Emma said, though the exhaustion was getting to her. How did Regina use magic so much and not get tired? Was it that the more magic a person used the more they could tolerate the drain? Maybe she could find a teacher here in the past. She'd need to learn more about magic anyway if they were already relying on it for so much little things. "I'll try to change our appearances to others, but we'll still look the same to each other and Marian. If she sees something different, she'll be suspicious and we'll lose any trust we have from her."

Hearing the nervous, hesitance in her voice, Killian leaned towards her, gripping her left hand in his right. "You can do this, Emma. Look at all you've accomplished today. This is just one more success awaiting you."

Her eyelashes fluttered at his words, her heart skipping a beat. Was her face warm as well? "Yeah." She nodded. She closed her eyes again, picturing a new face for Killian. People would still see blue eyes, but slightly lighter hair. A thicker beard instead of trimmed scruff. He'd also have a bit of an offset nose from being broken a time or two. Couldn't have him look too handsome after all. Ignoring that particular voice in her head, which told her exactly why she didn't want him so handsome, Emma waved her hand and opened her eyes to see Killian just as he was before. "Did it work?" Her head began to feel light. She wasn't sure how much more she could do.

Her eyes glanced back towards Marian.

"We might need a mirror to see." Killian suggested.

Taking a deep breath, hoping her magic would still be reliable, Emma conjured a hand mirror and handed it over. She watched Marian as Killian observed his new appearance, knowing they were taking entirely too long to just count some coins.

Killian took in his new reflection. He was pretty average looking and certainly not as devilishly handsome as he was in reality. At least he wasn't overly plain, but his new appearance wouldn't even get a glance from a bar-wench. Still, he wondered if Emma toned down his handsome facade on purpose. Was it because she wanted to avoid garnering attention or did she make him average looking so that women wouldn't flirt with him? Fool. She probably did it so you won't get attention. We need to lay low after all. "Looks good." He returned the mirror to her and watched her work on her own appearance. She glowed briefly but was still his Emma.

Emma looked at her own reflection. Her eyes were still green, but her face was rounder, more of a heart shape that gave her new facade a sweet innocence about her. Her bright blonde hair was now darker blonde, much closer to her father's hair. Her nose was more of a button one as well. She looked adorable but far from sexy, which was good, because that would keep attention off of her. A wave of exhaustion hit her again. They really needed to find somewhere to sleep.

Killian quickly replaced his hook with his wooden hand before they returned to Marian. "We'll have plenty of money for an inn for a few days at least. Since you lost your money, Marian, I insist on paying for a room for you." Killian told Marian, keeping his arm around Emma's waist. They bushed her too far as she looked ready to drop at any moment.

"Wonderful." Marian said. "Are you sure about paying for me? I'm sure I can manage on my own."

"No, no, we are happy to help." Emma insisted. "I feel like what happened to you is our fault. We were asleep when you were attacked. We owe it to you to look after you."

Marian wasn't certain about that, but she wasn't going to turn down their help. Vowing to pay them back later, somehow, Marian started making her way down the docks towards town.

Killian leaned in close to Emma. "Well Mrs. Jones, ready for our next adventure?"

Drained due to her magic, Emma leaned on him for support, ignoring how hearing her new title made her heart beat wildly. "Lead the way, Mr. Jones."

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