A Timeless Tale: Captain Swan

Chapter 14

Our Killian is Killian.
New Killian is Hook.
Yeah, I'm doing this again.
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Luckily, not Emma, Killian or the baby had been harmed.

However, Killian had spent two days in the hospital due to a serious concussion. Killian assured Emma it was better him than her.

They arrived at Emma and Henry's old apartment in New York three days after leaving the charred remains of Storybrooke.

Weeks and months passed by quickly. Soon, they had a daughter. Of course, they named her Kaitlin.

Six months later, the planning to rescue everyone commenced. The only problem?

"How the bloody hell do we get back to Storybrooke? How do we know it even exists?" Killian groaned, throwing down a map of Maine that the two had been studying.

"I swear Killian, if you wake Kaitlin again, I won't blink an eye at running you through with a sword," Emma threatened, only half joking.

Killian shot her one of his 'You love me too much, Swan' smiles and she couldn't stay mad.

"We know it's somewhere around here," Emma circled a spot on on the bottom of the map in red marker.

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Time continued to fly by with no luck. Kaitlin was turning one next week and their search had been going on for nearly a year and a half. Both Emma and Killian were beginning to lose hope. They had happiness with each other and their daughter anyway, so what was the point, really, if there was virtually no chance of actually getting Emma's family back anymore?

Through Kaitlin's second year of life, that was the mindset they kept, however it wasn't easy.

Emma often woke up from nightmares, the guilt of giving up on her family too much at times. Killian tried to comfort her, but Emma missed her boy, her parents. Tales of the heroes that were once a part of their lives became Kaitlin's favourite bedtime stories.

Eventually though, Emma and Killian began to heal. Emma and Killian got married. Kaitlin was now seven years old, Emma worked as a bail bonds woman again, and Killian owned a popular boating business at the local harbour. Their lives were happy and full.

That was until one Saturday morning, as the Jones family was eating breakfast together, that there was a knock on the door.

Emma answered it and saw Killian standing there. She rolled her eyes.

"Before you close the door-"

"I'm not planning on it," Emma said. She'd been wondering when something like this would happen.

The man at the door cocked his head to the side, seemingly confused.

Emma shook her head. "One moment," she said, "Killian!" She called to the kitchen.

"Aye, love?"

"Take Kaitlin to her room," she replied, gesturing for the Killian at the door to enter.

"That was easier than I'd expected," he remarked.

"Yeah, well, it's been seven years. That's way longer than I should be allowed happiness. Take a seat, Hook," Emma sighed.

Killian returned from their daughter's room and rolled his eyes in exasperation when he saw another version of himself sitting at the kitchen table.

"I feel so welcome," Hook said sarcastically.

Killian sat across from him and Emma stood behind Killian.

"Alright, who do we have to save now?" Killian asked, getting out the rum.

It was going to be a long day.