CS One Shots❤

Gone

What I think happened in between when Killian sacrificed himself to save everyone in season 5 and when Emma and everyone went to save him in the underworld.

Ten minutes. That was the amount of time it took the ambulance to arrive after Killians death.

Ten minutes where Emma sobbed over his body and clung to it as of she could somehow bring him back.

Ten minutes that absolutely shattered Emma.

The savior that was supposed to be strong was broken.

When they arrived charming and snow had to use every bit of their strength to pull Emma off of his body.

No one knew what to do. Snow attempted to sooth her daughter while charming stood beside her.

Regina tried to comfort Henry who was also crying over the loss of what he had hoped would one day be a father figure.

For another 30 minutes everyone mourned together in the middle of the feild.

Eventually they brought Emma back to the loft. She wouldn't say anything.

For the whole night Emma sat up in her old bed with red eyes and tear stained cheeks.

The next morning she was gone before anyone could try and talk to her.

Emma walked back to the house that was meant to symbolize the future her and Killian would have. The future they both deserved.

She walked inside and immeadently noticed the black leather jacket hanging over the back of the couch.

Emma picked it up and wrapped it around her body.

It still smelt like him and when she closed her eyes it was almost as if he was there with her.

But he wasn't. And the second she opened her eyes again she was alone.

Emma kept the jacket on and made her way down to the docks.

The Jolly Rodger was sitting in its normal place and Emma's eyes teared up.

"He never even got to take me sailing.." She whispered to herself.

Emma began to cry again as she realized all the things never got to do.

They never got to move in together, they never got to get engaged or get married, and worst of all they never got to have a future.

All Emma ever wanted was to grow old with Killian and start a family. But now that dream was impossible.

After hours of sitting on the docks David found her and sat besides her.

"I thought I might find you here." He quietly told her.

Emma didn't say anything.

"Emma... We think we should plan a funeral. We could bury him tommorow and have a reception at grannies to honor him."

Emma barely nodded and she spoke in a shaky voice. "Ok."

David kissed her forehead and stood up. "I'll leave you alone for now. You know where to find us if you need anything."

Emma nodded.

She stayed at the docks until late that night just staring into the ocean.

When she went back to her house she laid down on the couch with Killians jacket clutched in her hands.

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The next morning
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After a sleepless night Emma got up and attempted to get ready for the funeral.