Once Upon A Happy Beginning

Chapter Twenty-Three: Dead

Okay! I promise I'm not dead! I'm just coming up to my first round of mock exams and my stress levels are through the roof. (Also any revision tips would be highly recommended, all my usual techniques are failing me!)

Let's start!

Emma

God! Where am I? I remember the light... the portal? Yes, it was a portal. 

Portal.

Portal.

Oh my God! Killian! I've just left him behind. I could hear him calling out for me through the dark black, a disgusting trick of the mind, telling me my husband was close by when he was really so far away.

"SWAN!" He roared in my head, his alpha-possessive notions towards me somewhere there but mainly barricaded by the Killian that he truly was, that everyone knew him as, who I fell in love with him as. 

Yes; that was the Killian Jones here. 

The man who'd travel through time to make sure that his lass was safe. Who'd risk not even trying to date her if it meant she'd keep her magic. He traded his livelihood to get back to her. He stood by her when all else failed. Who kept loving her despite her ugly attempts to avoid him.

That was the Killian Jones I loved.

He was now crying in despair in the back of my mind. "Goddammit Swan! Emma, love, please! Oh, my Emma, my sweet, perfect Emma. Answer me dammit! You're not... no... no... Emma, come on!"

What was he yelling about? 

His beautiful voice... So distraught... Lost... Gone... 

Why had my mind put him like this?

Killian's voice faded away as I found myself slowly succumbing to the gentle rock of the black.

Killian

"Someone help me! My wife! Help me!" I yelled to the trees, praying that someone, anyone could listen and focus.

"Sir?" Someone asked, a female voice, one I knew. Exceptionally well, I just couldn't place it. 

It was obviously someone from the town, probably someone who was a frequent diner at Granny's or on par with Will Scarlet or Leroy for stays in the station. She had a formal voice I guess you could say, polite and cheery but destroyed from the roughs of life. Oh, where had I heard her before.

"Sir?" She called again. "Can I help you?"

"Dear, don't." A man warned her. "What if it's–"

His voice I knew too. But I didn't recognise from where. Not really anyway. But perhaps I could sense his more than hers.

"It's not! It's his wife, in trouble. We ought to go and help."

"Listen to me, she's probably looking and... You can't go running to her."

"We need to!"

"Help! Please! My wife's pregnant, but she's not, I don't think she's breathing!" I called to them, not trusting my voice to stay this level and unbroken, "Please, please help. I need to–" I started compressing on her chest again, to no avail. She wasn't stirring. Not moving. Lost. Come on, Emma. Come on! Emma! Please, love, please.

The lass began to speak again but I heard the running of footsteps. Her travelling companion was racing towards me, her in tow.

"Sir? Can we help?" He asked, heading into my clearing. 

It was then I looked up at him. Bloody hell. "Dave?"

"Dave?" David brandished his sword at me. "Who do you think you are? My name is King James, rightful leader of Misthaven with my wife Queen Snow White!"

"David. David, twin of James, raised on a farm. Your wife first introduced herself to Red, the wolf, as Mary Margaret. Erm... You got together when you saw your wedding ring on her finger because of a whole thing with her trying to rob your carriage, your ex-fiancee Princess Abigail, daughter of Midas, on a troll bridge, and there was a dashingly handsome Prince Charles and his Princess Leia there?" I spoke quickly, giving all the information I could. "Please, Dave. I'm a friend... I... My wife and I, we're from the future. A better one than this, and I'm your best mate. My wife, she's pregnant and we fell through the time portal and... please Dave... Snow? Please. I beg you."

David lowered his sword slightly but kept his harsh glare. "We're best mates? I know you... don't I? The pirate?" 

"Yes, sir, that I am. But... well, when I met my wife, my whole perspective changed. I didn't need a life of thievery and revenge, so long as I had her, my son, well Henry's my step-son but regardless, and all my friends, including the both of you, that's when my life was complete.

"My daughter? The Evil Queen? What happened?" Asked Snow.

"That... That is a long story. You help save my wife, and I'll tell you."

"Deal." The princess told me.