Disclaimer: OUAT isn't mine.

Note: Remember that Emma and Killian have given themselves the aliases of Emily and Colin, and they told Marian that her name was Maria. So any POVs that aren't Killian or Emma with an exception or two, will call them Colin and Emily and Maria. I know it will be confusing for a bit, but that's partly why I chose names so close to their actual names, not just to help Emma and Killian remember but to help readers as well.

For my own sanity, Marian's POVs the narration still calls her Marian, but she will call herself Maria.

Also, while I was writing the muse went wild and decided to bring in a character from a certain kingdom that I wasn't prepared for.

And the muse decided Killian's new backstory, not me. I don't know why I let the muse out of the kennel, because she always goes wild.

Hope you guys enjoy.

Chapter 2: The Healer and the Thief

When they arrived in town, Killian led them to an inn further away from the docks where it wasn't all that busy. The small inn looked quite cozy with its brick facade and warm light shining through the windows.

He opened the door for Emma and Marian, allowing them to enter first.

Emma was relieved to be inside where it was warm and where she was one step closer to a bed. She wasn't sure how much longer she could've spent walking, even with Killian's support. She felt like a freight train hit her and she'd collapse at any moment.

The late fall chill was settling in and soon enough winter would be coming. Emma hoped they'd be back home by then if she could get that stupid wand to actually work.

"May I help you?" An older woman with a kind smile, but sharp brown eyes, looked at them from behind round glasses.

"Yes, milady." Killian stepped forward with a charming smile. "My wife," he motioned to Emma, "our companion," he motioned to Marian, "and I were all traveling on our way to your lovely town when our horses were stolen."

The old woman's eyes widened. "Oh my dears, I'm so sorry to hear that."

Killian played his part well as he asked her for two rooms; one for Marian and one for them.

The older woman looked at Emma softly, clearly pleased that a young, newly married couple (according to Killian's story) were planning on making Marawick Harbor their home. As Killian laid on the charm, Emma smiled small and shy, acting the part of the blushing bride. Honestly, she was too tired to try to speak and add to their act.

Marian smiled as well, but with her memories gone, she wasn't too confident in her interactions.

"Of course, dear." The old lady smiled a little bigger. "I'm Mrs. Wright. How long will you three be staying with us?"

"Well, we'll be here for a while." Killian said. "It might take some time to find more permanent lodgings."

"Oh how wonderful." Mrs. Wright smiled. "Since you don't know how long you'll stay, perhaps pay for five days and should you find more permanent lodgings before then, you'll be reimbursed."

"A lovely idea." Killian said. "I'll be paying for both rooms. Poor Maria here lost the most in the robbery. She helped us when we needed it, so it's only fair to return the favor."

Emma looked around as the prices were discussed and the room paid for; it was very clean and tidy, which gave her hopes for their room. It was then that Emma realized a flaw in the marriage plan. They'd be getting one room which very likely would have just one bed. Even if it was a big bed, it was still one bed. They'd slept near each other before, camping out in the Enchanted Forest and Neverland, but this would be different. They'd be in closer quarters for one thing. He'd probably be a gentleman and take the floor, but having slept in worse places, Emma didn't want him to suffer a full five nights or longer if they couldn't find a place to live.

"Ready, my love?" Killian asked, turning to her.

Marian was already following Mrs. Wright up the stairs.

Emma smiled and took his arm again. Her heart skipped hearing the "my" before love, but she knew that it was just for show for the old lady. Of course, he had feelings for her, but he couldn't love her so soon? Well, all right, they'd known each other for over a year and a half, but the better part of it they were separated and she hadn't even remembered him.

They were led to a room on the second floor, the lady unlocked one for Marian and then the one across the hall for them. One key went to Marian and the other to Killian. "A hot bath will be brought up shortly for both of you young ladies."

Emma and Marian both thanked her. When Mrs. Wright disappeared, Emma stepped towards Marian. "I could heal your head if you'd like." Really Emma felt obligated to since they caused her head injury, but she wasn't sure if she could stand to use more magic.

Marian shook her head. "Thank you, but I'll be fine. Besides, you've done so much for me already. Both of you. I don't even know where to begin thanking you."

"No need to worry about it." Killian reassured her.

Marian smiled before entering her own bedroom.

"So what do we do now?" Emma asked once they were ensconced in the sanctuary of their private room. Emma unbuttoned her cape, glancing at the single bed at the center of the room. It looked to be about full sized. That would be close sleeping quarters. Emma draped her cape over the back of the armchair by the fire, which was low, but still burning. She ignored the singular bed for now, moving instead to sit in the armchair in front of the fireplace. It was a great relief to sit down.

"Well, if we've learned anything on this adventure, we can't mess with the main timeline." Killian said, leaning against the mantle of the fireplace. "So best thing to do is stay low. We'll need to find work and a place to live since we don't know how long we'll be here. Marawick is a busy port, but it's far from your parents and Regina." He explained. "I can guarantee my crew only docked here in emergencies, and since we know my ship, should that happen, we can easily avoid that."

"Okay." Emma nodded. "What job is low profile?"

"What skills do you have?" Killian asked.

"Well, I'm a former thief, waitress, bail bonds person, and sheriff." Emma said. "I doubt the Enchanted Forest has many female law enforcement officers."

"Well the military is the law." Killian said. "But you're not wrong. Female soldiers are unheard of. I'm not sure about waitresses, but a barmaid might be too risky, especially if someone we knew or my past self showed up."

Emma could agree with that. In her time, bar brawls were a constant, so she expected taverns in this day and age would be full of fights that would draw way too much attention. "So that leaves me with nothing."

"We'll figure it out, Swan." Killian reassured her. "We just have to stick together."

Emma couldn't help but smile. "I'd like that."

His heart stuttered a bit in surprise before he smiled shyly at her.

Emma's own heart skipped a beat. They were interrupted by a knock on the door.

Hurrying over to the door, Killian opened it to find maids with the bath. Once it was settled and they were given towels, rags, and soap, the women asked if anything else was needed.

"No, thank you." Emma smiled, allowing Killian to usher the maids away.

Killian set up the privacy screen. "I can leave if you'd like."

"The privacy screen is enough." Emma said, walking behind it. She saw Killian's silhouette through it due to the firelight behind him. She watched him sit in the armchair, which had its back to Emma. As she took off her clothes, hanging them up, she realized that they didn't have clothes for bed. With how much magic she used today, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to use it anymore. "What about you?" Emma asked, making conversation to distract herself from that line of thought.

"I can live without one." Killian said. He took a seat in another armchair and closed his eyes. It had been quite an exhausting couple of days.

"Why don't you use the bath after me? I'll be quick so the water will be warm." Emma suggested as she soaped herself up.

"Don't worry about me, love." Killian said. "Also, soap in this time isn't used in hair. You'll have to use hair oil. Over there on the vanity."

Emma glanced over towards the vanity where there were a few bottles of oil, a hairbrush, a comb, a hand mirror, and other items sat ready for use. "Killian, we can both take a bath. We both need it."

Killian wasn't too sure about that. Then he looked over at the bed. The lone bed. That was an easy enough fix. "You can have the bed. I'll take the floor."

A huff of frustration left Emma over the subject change. Why was he being so stubborn? "We're adults, Jones. We can responsibly share a bed."

He sighed, sensing that they'd only end up arguing more about it if he didn't concede. Maybe she'd fall asleep first and he could sneak onto the floor. It probably wouldn't effect her as much as it would him for them to share a bed together anyway. "Fine."

Emma knew the conversation wasn't over and he was still going to fight her on this, but Emma was tired enough to take whatever victories she could get. Sinking into the warm, steaming water, Emma bit back a moan of pleasure. It wouldn't do to make sex sounds in mixed company, particularly company she knew would enjoy hearing those sounds. Despite the warm water, thinking about sex and Killian in the same go sent a thrill down her spine. Stop it, Emma. Come on, you can't think about this. When you get back home and things settle down, then you and Killian can have a long talk.

Emma continued to lather herself up, trying to dismiss the man from her thoughts, despite him being only feet away.

Killian stared into the fire, desperately trying to block out the sounds of water splashing behind him. The last thing he needed was picturing Emma naked and wet. Shaking his head, he thought about the next steps that needed to be taken. They needed more clothes. Emma couldn't keep conjuring things or transforming items. She was hiding it, but he could tell that her magic was draining her. Perhaps in the morning, they could go to a tailor and order some clothes. He'd also have to give some money to Marian as she was as much his responsibility now as Emma, even if he felt Emma was his priority above all else.

He walked over to where he left his coat and took it back to the armchair. Going through his pockets, he emptied everything out onto a small circular table beside the armchair just to double check how much he had after paying for the rooms in advance. A handful of gold and silver coins, which would last them awhile. Various jewelry pieces with diamonds, sapphires, rubies, emeralds, and opals. Those would fetch a good price. He'd probably use up the coin they had while job and house hunting and save the jewelry for emergencies. He returned everything to his pockets and realized the room was silent. He looked over at the privacy screen. "Emma?"

There was no answer.

"Emma?" He called again. When there was still no answer, Killian hesitated, but he had a feeling she'd fallen asleep. Carefully, he peaked around the screen, trying not to see anything he shouldn't. As he looked, he saw Emma was asleep, her head bent back over the tub rim, hair cascading out. Knowing how tired she was, he was loathed to wake her, but it wouldn't be appropriate to get her out of bath without her consent. He walked over, kneeling next to the tub. Reaching out his hand, he gently shook her exposed shoulder with his hand. "Emma, love, wake up."

It took a few more shakes and calling her name for her eyes to flutter open. "Killian?"

"You fell asleep in the tub." Killian explained. He stepped away and grabbed a towel as Emma moved to sit up. He held it out for her, diverting his eyes.

Emma sleepily stood up in the tub and took the towel from Killian, shakily wrapping it around her body. She swayed a bit as the fog of sleep refused to clear. Damn, her magic took more out of her than she thought.

Realizing that Emma was still tired, Killian held his hand and fake hand out to her. "Here, love."

Emma took his hand and allowed him to hook his arm around her to help her out of the tub. "Thanks." As she steadied herself, she looked up at him. "We don't have sleeping clothes."

And she was too tired to conjure any. Killian understood her meaning. "Go ahead and dry off. You can sleep in my shirt."

Emma nodded and walked over to the bed.

Killian quickly unbuttoned his vest and hung it up, before pulling off his shirt. He walked over to find Emma sitting on the bed, wrapped in her towel. "Here you are." He set the shirt beside her and turned away.

Quickly Emma shrugged on the shirt over the towel. She stood up, straightening the shirt, and dropping the towel to the floor. She pulled back the covers and fell into the bed, letting sleep claim her once more.

Killian turned after a few minutes and saw Emma passed out, the covers haphazardly over her. His brows drew together with concern. He shouldn't have pushed her to use her magic so much when she wasn't used to it. Walking over to her, Killian properly tucked her in before taking his own bath. The water was lukewarm, but that was fine. At least he'd get clean. Once he was done, he took a throw blanket and the other pillow and made a pallet on the floor. It wasn't comfortable, but he'd slept on worse. Finally letting the days catch up to him, Killian let his exhaustion take over and he soon fell asleep.

After her bath, Marian realized since they were robbed, she had no other clothes. She dried off and decided to sleep in her tunic and undergarments. There was no money on her, so she wasn't going to be able to buy much of anything without a job.

Colin had been too kind to pay for her room for the week; he and Emily both did so much for her that she felt she could never repay them.

Still, her lack of memory didn't sit well with her. Her head ached, but it dull now. Colin and Emily looked so surprised at her amnesia that Marian doubted they were involved. They'd been so kind she doubted there was anything nefarious motivating them to help her.

But why could't she remember anything? Even her own name eluded her until Colin told her it was Maria. Her name didn't feel quite right, but if that's the name they knew, surely it had to be her name? Who was Maria though? Where was she from? Why had she been on her way to Marawick Harbor? Did she have family here? Or had she left family behind her?

It was all so confusing and overwhelming.

Dressing for bed, Marian tried hard to think of anything. What was her mother's name? Her father's? Did she have any siblings? Aunts? Uncles?

Nothing came to her. Her mind filled with absolute nothingness.

She fell into bed, her dull ache pounding as her mind fought to uncover its secrets.

Tears filled her eyes as a deep sense of pain and loneliness overcame her. No one knew who she was, not really, and she had no memory of those who knew her. Colin and Emily, kind as they were, were strangers. Even they admitted they'd only just met her on their travels; likely they'd known her for a day or two at most.

Why had she been traveling alone before? Perhaps she was independent and stubborn. Had she decided to go out on her own? Had she left a home behind to forge a new path?

Her pillow muffled her sobs as Marian allowed the emotions of the day to possess her.

He was up before the sun, still feeling exhaustion in his bones. Pushing himself up, Killian looked up at the bed from his position on the floor, finding Emma still asleep. Good, she deserved rest after everything that she'd been through. Unfortunately, that also meant that he couldn't get his shirt back just yet. He hoped to get some things done this morning, but he didn't want to wake her. Perhaps he could don his vest and coat, but that would get him some strange stares. It wasn't cold enough to have his coat fully buttoned up. No, he'd just have to wait until Emma awoke.

Killian rose from the floor and stretched away the soreness from the past few days and sleeping on the floor. After a good stretch, he went over to where the water pitcher was and poured a glass. Leaning against the dresser, he watched Emma sleep while he drank the water. Sometime in the middle of the night, she moved to the middle of the bed, her arm stretched out over one side. Her face was relaxed in sleep, not peaceful, but at least open and unguarded. It was a nice sight to see. One day, he hoped to see her unguarded in her conscience state as well.

He wondered if Marian was doing all right. Before they headed out into town, he'd need to give her some money to buy herself some things. While they had to look out for Marian, Killian wished he could keep his focus on Emma. Even though Marian had no memories, surely some things from her life still stuck with her, but Emma was completely new to this world and he had to help her learn. It would be hard to help her with Marian around and not raise Marian's suspicions.

When he finished his water, he perused the room for something to do. There were a few books, but nothing piqued his interest, so he chose to sit in the armchair. Once Emma was awake, they'd dress and get Marian and then get some breakfast. Then they'd get clothes and much needed items. After that, permanent lodgings would be a priority. Jobs would be another matter. Since this was a port town, perhaps he could be a fisherman or find some job on the docks. Those were the ones he was best qualified for. For Emma, that would be a little harder. Marian was another story altogether.

They agreed a barmaid was too risky for Emma. There weren't truly any jobs that her bail bonds or sheriff skills would be of use. It truly was unfortunate how limited jobs for women were in the Enchanted Forest. There had to be something that Emma could do. Though they wouldn't know what jobs were even available until they ventured out in the town.

He watched the sun rise through the window of the inn, lost in thought as his mind turned to ways to return to their future. Rumplestiltskin wasn't a viable option, but Killian didn't know much of other sorcerers or witches around who could help. They still had the wand, of course, but Emma hadn't gotten it to work. He wasn't sure if Rumplestiltskin had been lying or not, but if he'd been telling the truth and Emma's magic was back, then why hadn't it worked? What was keeping them here?

As the morning sun rose higher, Killian's attention returned to Emma. Concerned that she wasn't waking, he walked over to the bed, sitting at her side. Gently, Killian brushed a few errant locks away from her face. "Emma?"

No response. She was breathing; her chest rising and falling steadily.

That was a relief, but Killian wondered if her magic use had unintended consequences. "Emma, love, can you wake up for me?"

Not even a groan or grumble left her. She was warm to the touch, but not feverish. She was sleeping, just not waking.

There was a knock on their room door.

Killian silently cursed. Clearly her magic exhausted her, but it wasn't something he could explain to the maids. Not if they wanted to keep her magic secret. "Who is it?"

"It's Maria." Marian called through the door.

Killian waked over to the door and opened it, pulling her inside, before shutting the door.

Marian registered that he was shirtless and tensed up. "Now just wait a minute, you cannot just manhandle..."

"I know, I'm sorry." Killian said, cutting her off. "Emily isn't waking up." He headed back towards the bed, not sure what to do.

"What do you mean she's not waking up?" Marian followed him, concerned.

"I think she used too much magic." It was the only thing Killian could think of for Emma's state. "She's not use to using it so much."

Guilt settled in Marian's gut. Hadn't she pushed Emily to use her magic? "What can I do to help?"

Killian brushed his hand against Emma's cheek. He figured she'd be all right for now if she was just sleeping off the ill effects, though Killian worried about just how long Emma would stay like this. "For now, I don't think there's anything we can do." He turned to Marian. "I need to go around town and get some things done. Since we didn't have sleeping clothes, Emily borrowed my shirt. Can you help me change her into her undergarments?"

Marian nodded, walking over to the vanity where Killian folded up Emma's clothes the night before.

Killian leaned over Emma and whispered. "Forgive me love. I'll be on my best behavior." His joke fell flat even for him.

When Marian brought Emma's undergarments and tunic over, they worked together to undress her and redress her, Killian keeping his touch as light and noninvasive as possible without causing suspicion. After all, he was meant to be Emma's husband. This wasn't supposed to be the first time he ever saw her fully unclothed. With Marian's help though, it was a quick process.

"Could you stay here with her?" Killian asked Marian. "I know it's a lot to ask..."

"Not at all." Marian said. "You've done so much for me, this is the least I can do."

Killian nodded gratefully. He pulled on his shirt and began to fully dress for the day. "I don't know if a healer can help her, but I look around for one. I have other things to do, but I'll come check in when I can. If there are any changes, send someone for me." He ensured all of his coins and jewels were on him. Once he was ready, Killian couldn't help himself, he went back to Emma and kissed her forehead. "I'll be back, Swan." He whispered. "I promise you'll be all right."

He turned to Marian. "Take care of her."

"I will." Marian said, not sure exactly what she else she could do.

Killian left the room with a determined stride. He needed to find a healer, but not just any healer. He needed one who understood or had magic. Could he find one here?

Mrs. Wright might know where to start.

He headed down to the front desk.

"Good morning, Mr. Jones." Mrs. Wright greeted. Then she saw his grim expression. "Is everything all right?"

"My wife seems to have fallen ill." Killian said. "Do you know where I can find a healer?"

"Oh yes," Mrs. Wright said. "There's a woman who lives near the docks. Vivienne Wilder. I'm not one to fall ill myself, but others say her touch is like magic."

Magic. That intrigued him. "Thank you, Mrs. Wright."

Now, he needed to find out if it was like magic or actual magic.

"Oh leave me alone." An old man growled at the young woman standing before him. His scowl deepened the wrinkles on his pale face. One milky blue eye didn't see ahead of him, while the other glared at Vivienne Wilder, the resident healer of the Wharf.

Vivienne, who looked in her twenties, sported long black hair in a tight bun. Sepia skin stood out underneath her pale yellow top, and her brown corset and skirts were plain. Sharp dark eyes rested under an arched brow. "Mr. Holbrook, I need to check your ankle."

"Grandpa." A young red-haired girl of about ten poked the older man in the shoulder. "Let Miss Vivienne take a look. Grandma says it's been bothering you."

"I don't need no healer." Mr. Holbrook huffed. "Me ankle is just fine."

His granddaughter shook her head and spoke to the healer. "Grandma says he's been limping for days now. Thinks he pulled something."

"You hush now, Eileen." Mr. Holbrook admonished. "I can move around just fine."

"Mr. Holbrook, are you in pain or is your ankle just causing discomfort?" Vivienne asked, deciding to ignore his cantankerousness.

Holbrook huffed. "It's just fine I tell you."

Vivienne shook her head. "Fine. If it's causing true pain I suggest drinking a cup of ginger tea in the morning and at night." She handed a vial of oil to Eileen. "Also, rub rosemary oil along the ankle every night and wrap it in a cold compress."

"How much for the oil?" Eileen asked.

Vivienne smiled. "No charge this time, but if he's still having problems, let me know."

"I ain't having problems." Holbrook grumbled.

Vivienne shook her head and walked away. Mr. Holbrook would come around; he was just old and stubborn. She needed to see to other patients. While she'd lived in Marawick Harbor for just over a year, it took time to earn trust and build up her reputation.

It wasn't the first time she had to start over and she doubted it would be the last. There were times she missed home, of course, but going back wasn't an option.

As Vivienne turned up an alley, an old woman caught her eye. Wrap in a cloak of black, with silver hair framing her ancient features.

The Crone's grey eyes pierced Vivienne in place.

Vivienne curtsied. "Well met, Wise One."

"Well met, daughter." The Crone said. "Lir's son returns. He has the Light with him." The Crone was never one to beat around the bush.

Vivienne's heart stopped for a long moment. "The older one or the younger one?"

The Crone grinned showing crooked, yellowed teeth. "The younger one."

"And he has a Savior with him?" Vivienne scoffed. She remembered him well. Always trailing after her and his brother. Unlike his brother, Lir's younger son inherited the sea's tempestuous nature. Leap first, think never.

"Not just any Savior." The Crone said. "The Savior. The one to finish what your father began."

Disbelief was a rather paltry term for what Vivienne felt in that moment. "The Savior?" It took a moment longer to compose herself. That's why the Crone was here. "You need something of me?"

"The Savior is untrained. Reckless with her magic." The Crone said. Her ancient eyes looked Vivienne up and down. "You'll have to do."

"Me?" It didn't take long for her to understand. "Me? You want me to train the Savior in the craft?"

"It isn't as though your father is available." The Crone lamented.

Of course, she'd prefer it if he was. Vivienne thought bitterly. Her father was The Sorcerer after all. "What of Lir's son?"

"He remembers nothing." The Crone shrugged. "That is for the best. He'd be much more dangerous if he did." The old woman stepped forward, looking Vivienne straight in the eye. "Train the Savior, and you will be rewarded." Then she disappeared in a swirl of mist.

"Fuck." Vivienne cursed. The last person she wanted to deal with was Killian Jones.

His eyes searched the market for a new mark. Sure, he got proper work once in a while being a lamplighter or a courier ever so often, but Dodger couldn't let his skills get rusty.

Any thief worth their salt kept perfecting their art.

A new face to market caught Dodger's attention. Average looking fellow, with a thick beard. His clothes were rather nice. A determined stride told Dodger the man was on a mission, which meant he'd be too focused on his goal to pay much attention.

Dodger used the alleys to get ahead of the man. It looked as though the man was headed in the direction of the docks, so Dodger hurried along in between buildings, coming out near the end of the market, closer to the Wharf end.

He was now in front of his mark, watching the man walk through patrons with ease. Dodger pretended to be looking at stalls as he made his way towards his mark. Passing by closely, Dodger's feather light touch fished a few coins out of the man's pocket.

Smirking at his success, Dodger didn't expect a hand on his arm, jerking him back.

Fierce blue eyes glared at him. "I'll have my coins back, if you please."

His mark marked him. Great. Okay, time to play the innocent victim.

"I beg your pardon, sir." Dodger's offended act was instinct. Even as he looked at the man, sensing danger, he thought maybe he could keep it up. After all, how dangerous could this posh bloke be? "Whatever do you mean?"

The man rolled his eyes. "I don't have times for games. Hand over the coins and I won't alert the authorities." He held out his hand expectantly.

Dodger stepped back to put distance between them. "Good sir, I've no idea what you're talking about." He needed to convince this man that he was wrong; if he left now, the man would alert the soldiers, and Dodger hadn't gotten caught in Marawick yet, but he didn't have the means to leave the city.

The man smirked and Dodger's blood ran cold. Calculating anger filled blue eyes. Dodger swallowed. You sure know how to pick 'em, Dodge.

"Perhaps you didn't hear me clearly." The man stepped closer, hand grabbing Dodger's arm in a vice grip. "I've no time to mess about. Give me my coins, and I won't gut you like a codfish and leave you here for the vultures to pick apart."

Something in the man's eyes made Dodger believe his threats. Unassuming as the man was when Dodger marked him, this man was far from unassuming now. Dodger debated for a moment longer; run or give in. Though he doubt he'd be running from this man for long. He handed the coins over.

"Thank you," The man grinned tightly before walking off.

Dodger watched him go, an intense curiosity filling him. Just who was that man?

Don't do it, Dodge. He told himself. Leave it be.

Ah hell, he was the Artful Dodger. When did he ever leave well enough alone?

Dodger kept to the shadows as he followed the man into the Wharf.

Emma woke up in a meadow of pink flowers. The sun shone through the canopy of trees, birds chirped, but the world felt as though it was covered in haze.

"Killian?" Emma called out. Where was he? Where was the inn? She remembered being in the bath and then briefly Killian helping her out.

She was fairly certain that she fell asleep in a bed. "Killian?" She slowly stood up, looking around at her surroundings.

"He isn't here." A man spoke, appearing out of nowhere.

Emma stepped back. "Who the hell are you?"

The man appeared young, in his late twenties or early thirties, it was hard to tell. He was dressed in a thick, brocade shirt, underneath a brown leather tunic vest, and brown pants. His dark brown eyes felt ancient as they looked her over. "I'm Merlin." He said simply.

Emma stared him down as she processed that. "Bullshit."

Merlin grinned. "You're parents are Snow White and Prince Charming, you've met the Evil Queen, Rumplestiltskin, Peter Pan, and your lover is Captain Hook, but Merlin existing is a stretch?"

"Hook isn't my..." Emma shook her head. "Never mind. So what, Camelot and Excalibur are real too?"

"Indeed they are." Merlin smirked knowingly. "But they are also concerns for another time. Right now, I'm more concerned about your appearance here."

"Where is here?" Emma asked.

"The Astral Realm." Merlin said. "A plane of existence in between living and dead." He motioned to the meadow around them. "This is the Middlemist Meadow of Camelot. I used to tutor my students here. It's a place I find calming. You see, I'm in between life and death myself, trapped for eternity. This is my piece of home." Merlin focused on Emma. "It worries me that the Savior is here."

"I'm not dying, am I?" Emma asked, fear gripping at her heart. She didn't want to die without seeing her family or Killian again.

"Depends on how you came to be here." Merlin said. "What happened, Miss Swan?"

"Uh, well, it's a long story." Emma said.

Merlin smiled patiently, a paternal air about him. It made Emma wonder just how old he truly was. "I have plenty of time." He sat down amongst the flowers and beckoned Emma to join him.

Warily, Emma joined him, uncertain about whether or not to trust him. Even so, she briefly explained her plight leaving out some details here and there she didn't deem necessary, but explaining about the time travel and her overuse of magic.

"Ah, so you've been training under the Evil Queen." Merlin said.

Emma hadn't mentioned that. "How did you know that?" Her eyes narrowed as she leaned away from him.

"The Astral Realm transcends realms." Merlin said. "I can be anywhere, any time, and watch anyone."

"Creepy." Emma huffed.

Merlin shrugged. "It's useful. I've seen Storybrooke and I'm aware that Regina and the Dark One are the only two people you could learn magic from. Considering your magic is the antithesis to the Dark One, he certainly would never teach you. That leaves Regina, and she isn't one to actually sit you down and explain things."

"You're right about that." Emma said. "So what is happening to me?"

"You're fine." Merlin said. "You're in Healing Sleep."

"What is Healing Sleep?" Emma asked.

"Magic drains the system." Merlin began. "Regina uses magic all the time, so she's built up a tolerance to the drain. More than that, she also isn't very powerful and limited on how much magic she can expend, so even if she felt the drain, it wouldn't cause total exhaustion. There are certain beings, demigods, products of True Love such as yourself, elves, true sorcerers, who have so much power that it's harder to control. You aren't limited on how much magic you can use like Regina is, which means you can overdraw your power. Thus causing Magical Fatigue. Healing Sleep happens when you over use your magic to the point your body forces you to rest in order to refill your magical reserves."

Disbelief overcame her. "Wait, I have unlimited magic?"

"No, you have a higher limit of how much magic you can use." Merlin explained patiently. "True Love is the most powerful magic of all, but you don't have the same benefits of other species, who have power. You're still a mortal, you still bleed, and you will fatigue. Even after training and building up your tolerance, you would still need to watch how much magic you call upon."

"Okay, well, I'm stuck in the past for the next four years," Emma sighed. "I'll need to learn this stuff. I just need to wake up first."

"Fate already has a teacher in mind." Merlin smiled. "You'll meet her soon. As for waking up, well, depending on your body's recovery time and how much magic you used, you could be asleep for days, or weeks, or..."

"Don't finish that sentence." Emma glared. "If you're some great sorcerer, why can't you teach me?"

"I'm indisposed at the moment." Merlin said. "You can only meet me in the Astral Realm, but it's dangerous to spend too much time here if you're a novice. It likes to play tricks sometimes, which means if you aren't careful to spot them, your soul could move on into the Afterlife."

Definitely want to avoid that. Emma thought. "Is there a way to speed up this sleep?"

Merlin's infernal knowing grin returned. "You'll learn in due time. Until then, rest and enjoy the Middlemist."

Marian ate only a little of the soup the maid brought up for her and Emily. She told the maid that Emily was just sleeping off her illness, and she hoped she was right. Emily was still breathing, and she was warm. Nothing seemed amiss other than Emily would not wake.

Marian attempted to wake her for lunch, but the blonde woman didn't react. Not a mumble from her lips, not a flutter of her eyes.

She worried that Emily might not ever wake up. Colin was convinced that her magic had something to do with this, and he would know better being Emily's husband. Marian wondered if this was common. She wasn't surprised by magic existing, though her memories were gone, so surely magic was commonplace.

Why then did Colin and Emily want to hide Emily's magic? Was magic good to have, or was it dark? Colin and Emily didn't seem like bad people, and Emily's magic seemed so helpful.

Could she really trust these strangers after all? Or was it better to move on, and try to rebuild her life on her own? Her gut said Colin and Emily didn't mean any harm, but they also didn't know her. Should she try and find out who she was? Should she ask them if she mentioned where she was from and why she was moving here?

It was just strange that everything was gone. Even her dreams were hazy images, but nothing indicating her past.

Marian sighed, pushing away her half eaten soup. She glanced where Emily lay, sleeping peacefully, wishing she could sleep just as well. "Why can't I remember?" She whispered to the silence around her. She looked at her hands. There were callouses, light as they were, so she was used to work off some sort.

But what work? Did she do cleaning? Was she a barmaid? A seamstress? That was just another thing to figure out. Once Colin returned and she knew Emily was going to be all right, Marian needed to go into town and figure out just what to do next. She couldn't rely on them forever. It was time to figure out what little she could and go from there.

Starting with a job.

Killian waited outside a boarding house, where he was told the healer currently was checking on a patient. He hoped this Vivienne could help him. He figured someone with magic would be better, but perhaps the healer knew someone who could help with their situation.

He just wanted Emma to be all right. He couldn't let anything happen to her, not when he promised to get her home. Not when he needed her safe and happy for his own sanity.

A young woman with black hair exited the building, a basket of herbs, potions, and poultices in hand.

Killian pushed off the wall of the house across the street and put himself in her path. "Excuse me, Miss?"

The healer froze at his voice before turning to face him. Oddly, her dark eyes recognized him.

An uneasy feeling settled over him. Had Emma unintentional glamoured the face of someone from around here? He doubted it.

The woman glared at him. "How can I help you sir?" Her defensive stance had Killian backing up a bit.

He wasn't sure why she didn't like him, but he wasn't going to chance pissing her off more than she already was, not when he needed her help. "So sorry to bother you." Killian smiled gently. "My name is Colin Jones. My wife and I recently moved to town."

Surprise flickered over her expression. Vivienne relaxed a bit, realizing Killian truly didn't seem to remember her. Though she was confused about the wife part. The Savior couldn't be his wife, could she? That was a dangerous match if that was the case. As it was, the Savior needed to work on her glamour spell. It worked well for non-magical people, but if Vivienne could see through it, then so could the Dark One, or others a might more powerful. This close to the sea, it would be better to disguise Lir's son as strongly as possible. "And why am I interested in this information?"

"I heard you're the healer in town. My wife fell ill on our travels." Killian said. "I hoped you'd come look at her. She's not waking up."

His concern for the Savior was genuine. What did he mean by her not waking up?

Vivienne wanted to tell him no and go back to her rounds, but the Crone wanted her to teach the Savior. It seemed that for the time being Killian and the Savior were a package deal. Vivienne would deal with that later. "Does she have a fever?"

Killian shook his head. "No, she's warm, but not feverish." Killian glanced around and slowly stepped closer, careful not to crowd her. "What do you know about magic?"

"Enough." Vivienne challenged. There was no way she'd give away her hand. Not to him. "Why?"

"Because my wife has magic." Killian spoke lowly as to not be overheard. "I think she used too much of it." He looked at her imploringly.

Here's where Killian not having his memories hampered him. He'd been one of her father's best students, all the more why Vivienne disliked him, and now he had to come to her for basic magical knowledge. She'd feel smug if she didn't hate him so much.

Alas, she had to teach the Savior, so she'd have to suffer Jones all over again. "All right, take me to her and I shall see what I can do."

His immense relief was palpable. "Thank you, miss."

"Vivienne." She introduced. "Vivienne Wilder."

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