Regina's Jewel

Chapter Fourteen

Going to try and make this chapter longer for you guys

Back to present time: Enchanted Forest with Emma, Snow, Jewel and the rest of the gang. 

Jewel POV:

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Night has once again fallen over us and we're still not any step closer to going home. We've been sat discussing plans for hours -- with Killian being strangely quiet-- and we still haven't come up with any to get us home. Our first idea was a magic bean but then we remembered they are really hard to come by and we don't know if there are any even left. The rest of the ideas mainly mentioned me and how I could 'teleport' -thanks, Emma- us back to the Storybrooke but I told them I haven't figured out how to travel through Realms with my magic...so yeah...we're in a muddle right now. 

Since night has fallen, so has the cold air making us all shiver. I was hugging myself to get warming and wishing that I had brought a jacket when I felt a big heavy thing being placed over my shoulders. Looking down, I saw that it was Killian's leather jacket and even though I'm mad at him, I smile and wrap it tighter around myself. 

"You'll get cold" I nudged my head towards his leather vest. 

"Ah well, I can't let the fair maiden get cold now can I?" He answers back with a smirk and I roll my eyes. 

"Such a gentleman" 

"I'm always a gentleman" 

I smiled but it quickly was replaced by a frown. "Don't think I'm forgiving you that easy"

"Love I know you're mad at me" I scoffed, mad is an understatement. "But you have to understand"

"Understand what? That you were going to use us to get back to Storybrooke to kill Rumple? Or that your revenge has been your main goal for the past 28 years instead of finding a way back for us to reunite" I huff. " I know I was cursed but you weren't...you could have found me and the curse might have broken earlier"

Killian shook his head. "You're getting it wrong -- yes I want to skin myself a crocodile but I was going to do that after I found you"

"Oh that makes me feel so much better" I roll my eyes. "Still doesn't explain why you were going to use us"

"Because at that time I didn't know that my only reason for living was a part of this group. Cora gave me no details -- she told me that there was a group that was going to stop me from getting to Storybrooke -- from getting to you" He grabbed my hand. "She knows that my true love and my revenge mean everything to me and I will do anything to make sure I get them"

"But your revenge shouldn't mean anything to you anymore" I whispered. "Milah wasn't your true love and he took your hand over three hundred years ago...it's time to move on"

His face hardened. "Milah I can get over but the whole hand thing" He sighed and looked at his hook. "Because of him I'll never be able to do the thing I want to do most"

"Open jars?" I joked trying to lighten the mood. 

He chuckled. "No, I can do that fairly easy" He looked at me. "No, the thing I want to do most is holding you with both hands, love you with both hands, feel you with both hands. The things that a boyfriend should be able to do but I can't and it's all his fault"

"Oh Killian" I stroke his cheek. "I don't care if you have no hands and three eyes. It doesn't mean anything to me" I grabbed his hook. "This makes you who you are and I love you for it. Whether you have a hook or hand, my love for you doesn't change" He smiled. "Besides, you're very talented with that hook"