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I'm approximately 100 feet in the air, balanced delicately on a half a foot wide ledge

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I'm approximately 100 feet in the air, balanced delicately on a half a foot wide ledge. The Queen's palace isn't the stupidest thing I've climbed, but it sure is the most dangerous. Killian had the bright idea to sneak me in from up here. He said 'It would be safer, love'. I wanted to smack him but I knew he was right. If I got caught slinking around the Queen's palace, we'd both be screwed. I just hope he hurries because my nose is turning red from the wind.

I peek around the corner, through the window to my right and balk when I see Killian walk directly past. Does he think I have all day? I lightly tap my pointer finger knuckle against the thick glass. He pauses his steps before looking over his shoulder to meet my annoyed expression. It takes a moment for him to process what he's seeing, his eyes widening.

I feel my heart leap at the look of fondness that takes over his expression. Not the Killian I thought it was but definitely the one I'm looking for. He practically runs over to the window and undoes the latch before throwing it open. I grin at him as he lets out a large sigh before grabbing my right hand and pulling me inside. His hooked arm goes around my waste while he uses his hand to tuck my head into the crook of his neck.

"Killian?" I ask hesitantly, my relief turning into concern. I mean, I know we got split up but he's the one who was in danger. "You okay?" I ask, pulling away slightly to look up at him. Instead of answering, he leans down and presses his lips to mine in a quick kiss before pulling away.

"I just seen myself telling telling Regina that he spotted you in Dock Town. I thought..." He trails off with a shake of his head and I wince. Shit. I almost forgot about other Killian.

"Alice?" Speak of the devil. Past Killian's voice rings out from somewhere down the hall. I close my eyes and pull away from my Killian.

"About that..." I say, opening one eye to gauge his reaction. Thankfully, he doesn't seen upset at me. Simply in disbelief.

"Please tell me that what I think is happening, isn't happening." He says and I make a face, which is apparently answer enough for him because a look of dread fills his expression.

"Don't worry, Rumpelstiltskin is helping us. He'll erase his memory." I reassure with a squeeze of his arm.

"Alice!" Past Killian calls out, voice a little more panicked than before and I realize that he probably thinks I've fallen. I really have got to come up with a better way to differentiate between the two names in my head. I'll call past Killian, Hook. That should be less brain numbing.

"Over here!" I call out in the direction his voice is coming from. Killian suddenly puts his arm around my waste, pulling me closer to him.

"That man is not the same man standing next to you." He whispers. I scoff out a laugh.

"I know I-" I start but cut myself off when I take a look at his face. His jaw is clenched and he's eyeing the area Hook's voice is calling from as though a monster is going to pop out. I can't help it when the corners of my mouth lift on their own. "You're jealous....of yourself?" He shoots me a look.

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