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It was early in the morning when Shiloh heard a knocking at her door. Usually, she was very cautious about answering it without being given prior notice to someone’s visit, but she was especially skeptical on this particular morning, being that it was unusually early for anyone to be knocking on someone’s door unannounced. Upon answering the door, she was greeted with a familiar, yet somehow also extremely foreign, face. The brunette just stood in the doorway for long while to stare at him, her mind doing back-flips as it tried to figure things out. Was this really him? Did he actually exist? Had she not been crazy all along? Was this just another strange dream? It didn’t matter to her right now, and without warning, she threw her arms around the leather-clad man and began to sob uncontrollably against his shoulder.

Fast forward two hours later, and the two were sitting on the couch with one another, Shiloh curled up in the pirate’s lap with her face pressed into the crook of his neck. The ache in her heart had finally subsided and the cluttered mess of emotions and memories that had filled her mind was gone, leaving her with a much-needed sense of clarity. This just felt right to her. He felt right. It took a while to convince herself that this wasn’t a dream, but after many kisses and feeling the familiar sensation of his fingers running through her hair, she believed that this was real. It was a relief to finally be rid of her doubts and confusions and to have her ‘dreams’ confirmed to be reality.

“I don’t want to leave, but I have to,” Shiloh said for the third time, pressing another kiss to the pirate’s lips before finally pulling herself to her feet. “I’ve missed three shifts already this week, and if I miss any more, I’ll be out of a job,” she explained, her fingers latching loosely onto the hook that the male wore in place of his left hand before she leaned over to place another soft kiss against his forehead. She continued to talk after, but it was while she was walking away and moving back and forth between different rooms. “You need to take your hook off. If anyone sees you with that, you’re going to be arrested,” she called, a faint laugh in her voice as she quickly brushed her hair in the bathroom mirror, wiping the make-up away from under her eyes after with her fingers. She definitely didn’t look her best today, but right now she was so happy that it didn’t matter to her.

Exiting the bathroom and entering the bedroom, the brunette came out shortly after dressed in a black skirt, some socks and a bra. She stopped and turned, leaning over the side of the couch to place another quick kiss against her lover’s lips before pulling away once again to run into the laundry room. This time when she re-entered the main living area, she was wearing a white dress-shirt with a black tie fastened around the neck, her polished fingers delicately adjusting the cuffs of the sleeves. “Come here,” she ordered, her voice firm but not aggressive. Taking the male’s hand in her own, she escorted him over to the kitchen, gesturing with her hands to a few different things. “Don’t touch the stove, don’t leave the water running, don’t use the microwave..” The list went on and on, and it also touched on the subject of the front door, which had very similar rules: Don’t open it and don’t answer it.

“Careful, lass, you may just end up choking on your words sooner rather than later,” Killian warned, thus implying that he was exactly what she needed. “The short need to be lent a hand from time to time to reach the unreachable. Luckily for you, I do have one hand that can do that for you,” the pirate quipped, holding up his hook  before he began removing it from his brace. “If we’re to escape, we’re going to have to make ourselves a deal.” Escaping from a dungeon was by no means a simple task. If they wanted to do this, preferably before the morning light where the guards would come to have them executed, then they needed to work together. He’d already removed their handcuffs using his hook, which the people had been too bloody stupid to realize he could use to his advantage, and now all they had to do was reach the trap door that was a fair ways above them. Prisoners were thrown down the door to fall through a very short, small tunnel and land in the dirt-covered underground room. The other way out was through a door, which unfortunately was beyond his skills for unlocking.

“I’m going to let you onto my shoulders and hand you my hook to reach the trap door.” Killian could already tell that with her height, even on his shoulders, she’d still need a bit something extra to assist her. Plus, she could use his hook to her advantage in opening the trap door. It was a fairly useful thing to have on hand. Or rather, have as a hand. “You climb through, take the stairwell down to the dungeons, then take the keys from the guard who’s snoring irritatingly loudly outside the door and free me. I’ll take care of any guards on our way out. Do we have ourselves a deal?” He asked, kneeling down to prepare to allow Shiloh onto his shoulders.

Why oh why did she have to get stuck in a cell with this guy of all people? He was the reason that she was in here in the first place, so it only made sense that she was annoyed with him before he’d even said anything to her. Perhaps it wasn’t all his fault though, because he hadn’t meant to get her wrapped up in this. She’d just been in the wrong place at the wrong time and had been arrested under suspicion of being an accomplice to this pirate’s crimes. Until he found a way to get her out of here, she wasn’t going to be very forgiving though.

Killian’s ‘hand’ comment, however clever and witty it was, had the brunette rolling her eyes, dismissing him with a seemingly unimpressed expression on her face. “Sure. Shoot,” she half-sighed, her gaze settling on the leather-clad man in front of her as she clasped her hands together behind her back and popped a hip slightly out to the side. She highly doubted that he would be able to get either of them out of this situation, because for the past hour that she’d been locked in here by herself, she’d tried absolutely everything she could to escape, and every effort was to no avail. This cocky bastard just strolled right on in though and acted like he had all the answers, and that was slightly irritating.

Despite her doubts, she gave the male the floor and was pleasantly surprised to find that he was actually making himself useful as he freed both of their hands from the confines of the cuffs. She gave a small nod of approval and then turned to face him. “Alright, so far so good. What else ya got?” she asked, raising both of her eyebrows as her curiosity was piqued. He looked like the sort of guy who’d been around the block a few times when it came to this sort of thing, and while normally that would be a red flag in her mind and send her running off in the opposite direction, this time his probable history seemed like it would come in handy.

At first, the plan that he was suggesting seemed like it could work. It was straight-forward and all it would take was some climbing on her part. Okay, good. The brunette’s expression slowly took on the shape of a frown as he continued, her gaze shifting around uncomfortably at the mention of the last part. She was supposed to steal the keys from the guard? What if he woke up and caught her? “This is ridiculous,” she said, shaking her head disapprovingly. After pacing around a little and giving a heavy sigh, she began climbing onto the male’s shoulders, deciding that this was probably the best plan that they were ever going to come up with. Their time was steadily ticking away anyways, so they didn’t have the leisure of being able to sit around for another hour or so to plot out a better proposal for an escape. She’d been in here for over an hour before the stranger had entered the picture, and she hadn’t been able to come up with a single answer to free herself, so she was in no position to argue.

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Talking a townsgirl she knew out of doing something stupid, whether it was running away or something else, over a boy who had broken her heart had taken its toll on Emma. She had been more soft spoken than her usual enthusiastic self, full of hope, with a believable smile on her face the entire time, but soon enough sad thoughts for the hopeful girl that she had been once came back, the pain still overwhelming; after leaving the girl they were back to being surrounded by people and she managed to keep chatting and grinning automatically, until she couldn’t do it anymore and she sneaked back in the room they had been offered, right in time for the tears to start falling. It was so stupid, to cry over that, again, even when she had Killian, even when it hadn’t been about her in the first place, but there she was.

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Finally it happened. She had expected anything, but to land this wonderfully on the street before the docks, with a view of the Jolly surprised even her. 

“Jolly...” A sense of home rushed through her, making her powers act up once more. The lamps around her burst, but she paid no mind to it. Who cared about a few lamps, when she could see her? The Jolly Roger, right in front of her. She was home. She was... damn it. As she ran towards the ship, she felt the magic rise up again and then it transported her. The blonde closed her eyes in frustration. This could not be happening. After this moment of luck, could the darkness try to stop her from going home? With her eyes closed in frustration she simply screamed, much like she had in the tower in that twisted reality. Why couldn’t she just be home? But then she noticed something: Birds. She heard seagulls, felt a soft breeze. Once she opened her eyes, she noticed she was on the deck of the Jolly now. Finally! She had just transported herself forwards a little. 

“Killian? KILLIAN?” Was he here? Or maybe at the loft? But it didn’t matter. This was his home, which meant she was safe. She could just let herself fall to her knees and stop, relax and try to control the magic inside her.

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It was the first thing he had said, quickly, as ifunderstandably afraid he might lose her again before being able to tell her thewords back. Emma was in Camelot, chained, again, bythe sorcerer, and she had been waiting for someone to show up so that she couldcharm them into free her, but she hadn’t expected that someone to be Killian, who had come to rescue her.