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WHO: Killian Jones (aka Hook)
WHERE: The fountain
WHEN: July 19th
OPEN TO: Everyone!
WARNINGS: None. Unless you want to avoid an annoyed pirate.
STATUS: Open

The first thing he's aware of is that he's underwater.

The second thing he's aware of is that he shouldn't be underwater. He had been on the way to stop Emma from making a mistake she didn't even know she was making; he hadn't been anywhere near the docks. Yet somehow here he is, in the water anyway, with what must be the surface shimmering above him, if the light is anything to go by.

He feels a slight push from beneath, towards the light. He's spent a lifetime, in fact several lifetimes, at sea; he knows how to swim. In addition, he knows how little time it takes to drown. He's seen it happen more times than he can remember, when a sailor falls overboard and isn't rescued fast enough.

He kicks with his feet, pulls with his hand. This would have been easier in the days before he lost it. Even without it, he's a fairly strong swimmer, born from years of a life at sea. It takes everything he has to fight the instinct to take a breath. He knows that would be the end of him. There's a burning in his lungs, a need to take in air, but he won't give in.

His hand breaks the surface first, then his head appears. He gasps and sucks in a breath, then takes stock of where he is. A fountain. Much smaller than he would have guessed from his swim. He hooks an arm over the edge of the fountain, then a leg, and pulls himself over onto the ground below. He leans against the edge of the fountain for a few moments, catching his breath, then glances down at himself to make sure everything is how it should be. He's wearing...well he doesn't know what he's wearing. At least it's still black.

Where is he?

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Emma had taken to taking a walk everyday just to see if anything had changed. She didn't expect that anything would, but she figured if something did it would be a pleasant surprise, and frankly she could use some good in her life. The bruises on her arms and wrists were fading, but she remembered them. She hated that she had been caught so unawares.

She stops dead and stares. She has to be dreaming, right? He was just a figment of her imagination, he had to be. There was no way that she would get lucky enough to have someone from back home.

He's just sat down on the edge of the fountain to pull his boots off to try and make them less soggy when he looks up and catches sight of someone watching him. Someone he'd been on his way to see before ending up here -- wherever here is -- instead. Someone he's been through so much for already, and he doesn't regret a moment of it.

She's safe. She's here, and she's safe.

He stands back up from the fountain and walks slowly toward her, as though he's not sure of what he's seeing. "Swan? Emma?" He reaches for her, slowly. He doesn't want to know if she's not real.

Emma closes her eyes and if she had Ruby slippers on, she probably would have clicked them together three times if it wasn't so cliche. She totally did not do cliche's.... right?

Wrong...

She ran towards him, and all but threw herself at him, praying he wouldn't let her fall. She grunted softly, as she hit his body full force.

"You're real?"

Of course he won't let her fall. She never has to fall again. He's still dripping wet from the fountain, and he's hugging her so tight that she'll probably end up soaked too. He breaks into a broad smile, which turns into a sort of relieved laugh. "I'm real. So are you." He can't stop himself from kissing her out of relief. "And you're safe. He tricked you, Emma. You would have walked right into a trap." He hasn't yet been introduced to the concept of differing timelines, and doesn't think that she might not know what he's talking about.

The important thing right now is wrapping his arms around her waist while he kisses her again.

Emma was enjoying the kiss immensely, so much so that she almost missed what Hook said. She started to play with the hairs on the back of his neck when his words finally registered with her.

"Wait! What now?"

"Gold. He said he was going to help you with the problems you were having with your magic. It was a trap. He really intended to take your magic from you, to trap you in the hat. He needed all that magic for his own purposes, so he could leave Storybrooke and still have the ability to use magic." It confounds him how anyone can continue to trust Gold after everything he's already done.

Then something registers with him and he pulls away to examine the bruises on her arms, gently taking one in his hand to get a closer look. "Where did these come from?"