Under Lock and Key #Wattys2016

Chapter 33

It took Emma awhile to fall asleep that night. She had never had trouble falling asleep after she moved into a new house. She had done it all her life. But this time, it was different. Killian was snuggled up into her side with his head buried in her hair. Even though he was sleeping, his fingers were dancing around on her skin. She closed her eyes in another attempt of falling asleep, and this time, she drifted ever so slowly, but sleep still came to her.

She found herself in Jefferson's house again. The room was messy. She looked down at the floor and there was blood surrounding Jefferson's body. He lays there motionless. In her hand, there is a handgun. She tosses it to the corner of the room and it falls to the floor with a dull thud.

"You're a monster." Says a British male voice. "Even I have never killed a pregnant woman before."

She turned around and Killian had a disgusted look on his face. "I-it was out of self defense!" Emma argued.

"Was it? Or were you just ready to see life drain out of someone's eyes? People say that Captain Hook is a mad man, but he's not as mad as you are. Zelena never did anything to you, and you just put a bullet inside of her body."

"I was protecting our baby!"

"But at what cost?"

"Don't tell me what is right when fighting someone. I did what I had to do!"

"So you had to kill Zelena? Just knocking her out would have been enough."

Emma's blood started to boil. "Shut up." She walked away from Killian, leaving him alone in the dark house.

The scene changed to the forest. Emma stood in the middle of the clearing. She stood in front of Zelena. Blood was coming out of her mouth, and a look of anger on her face. Emma also noticed that Killian was standing behind Zelena. The same sickening smirk that was on his face when he brought Walsh in.

"You know what you have to do, Zelena. Kill her. Show her how it feels." He said.

Zelena grinned. "Gladly." She held up a gun and just as she pulled the trigger, Emma sat up in the bed.

The clock on the nightstand read 4:06 a.m. Her heart was beating rapidly in her chest and she was breathing heavily. A bead of sweat dripped down her forehead and she wiped it away.

"Emma, are you okay?" Killian asked groggily beside her. She let out a shaky breath and he sat up. "Another nightmare?"

"I can't live with this guilt." Emma's voice cracked as she spoke. "It's too much."

"Tell me about it?" He pulled her into his lap and laid against the headboard.

As Emma explained the dream, Killian couldn't help but feel bad for her. He had never felt like this, mostly because he never cared. He kissed her temple and ran his fingers through her hair, knowing that this would calm her.

"And then I woke up." She concluded. She buried her head in his chest and sobbed.

"There isn't anything I can tell you, love. I never experienced this. If there is anything you want me to do for you, I will gladly do it."

"I know, but it's my fault. And whether it was self defense or not, I shouldn't have killed Zelena. All I had to do was knock her out. She didn't have to die, but she did."

"Stop blaming yourself. What if her child turned into a mass murderer or got tipsy one night and ended up killing someone? You did everyone a favor."

"But that is just a what if."

"Stop thinking about it. You did the right thing."

Emma sighed and laid down. She grabbed his hand and clutched it against her chest. "Hold me."

"Until the end of time, my love."

The rest of the week went by slowly. Emma hadn't had another nightmare about Zelena, and she had grown closer to a few people in town and to her parents. Nothing came up about Jefferson or Zelena, so she figured that no one had found them yet.

She got home after a long day of work, and there were rose petals on the floor. She took off her jacket and her boots and left them by the coatrack. She walked on the trail of rose petals until she made it to the bedroom. They stopped at the foot of the bed and she saw a blanket laying on the floor, two glasses but a bottle of Pepsi instead of wine. A pizza box sat in the corner of the blanket.

She felt a body behind her, and then hands blocked her vision.

"Guess who?" Killian whispered in her ear.

"Um, I'm going to take a wild guess and say my amazing soon-to-be husband."

"Very good, love." He kissed her temple before pulling his hands away. "I figured we needed some time to relax after a long week, and the best way to do that is stay at home and have a romantic date. Maybe watch some Netflix afterwards?"

"It sounds perfect." She kissed his lips and went over to the picnic blanket.

Killian sat down across from Emma and poured them each a glass of soda.

"Did anything new come up at the station?" He asked, but she knew what he was waiting for.

"The murders of Jefferson and Zelena haven't shown up yet."

"How'd you know I was referring to that? I could have simply asked if there was a break-in."

"You know me and I know you. I know what you meant." Killian nodded and grabbed a slice of pizza, and handed it to her. "How is the boat business?"

"Good. I am managing it through the computer, but we are going to have to visit Boston someday soon so I can scare the shit out of my employees."

Emma giggled and took a bite of her pizza. Her phone ringing broke the peacefulness. Killian got up and went over to it, giving her a wink as he slid the answer button over.

"What do you need, Dave?"

"I'm glad I got you instead of Emma. I need her to stay away from the station for a few days."

"Why?"

"I don't want her around what we just found."

"What did you find?"

"We found the dead bodies of two people. Jefferson Hatter and Zelena Green. I don't want Emma to see it, so just tell her that her maternity leave has come early."

"Yea, yea, sure. No problem."

"Thank you, Killian. I don't know what I'd do without you."

"You can always count on me, mate." Killian said and hung up.

Happy Once Day!!! Ready for the feels of the last episode of the season?

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