#a-lost-savior

[thepiratehero-a]

Emma had chose to leave her place as there was a crying baby that was starting to get on her nerves--and Mary Margret was not letting Emma lend a helping hand. While wondering around town she thought it would be a nice little surprise if she picked up a couple of sandwiches from Granny's and stopped by Killians house to have a movie night or something, she just kinda wanted to see the old pirate. With a bag in her hand she knocked on his door "Hey there, mind some company?"

Killian hadn't been out in the town for a couple days. Not long enough for everyone to notice quite yet, but enough that he was sure continuing to isolate himself was going to cause someone to take notice. He had been hit by one of the icicles, but he didn't want Emma to worry. So instead he had went back to his room at the inn and patched himself back up the best he could. But the wound wasn't looking so good and he didn't know much about this world and what could cause problems with his wound healing. 

When he heard the knock at the door, he put his shirt back on, covering the wound and going to answer it. He was a little surprised to see Emma standing there with a bag asking if he would mind some company. He did always love spending time with her and he didn't want to make her think anything was off. "Sure, love, come on in," he replied with a smile, though he had started to feel hot, he did his best to hide that. "And whats in the bag?"

[drinksrum]

"Piss off!!" Emma shouted at Killian with a glare on her face

"That's an interesting way of saying 'thank you for your help', darling," he shot back, gaze firm and expression annoyed.

[swashbucklingpirate]

Emma was leaving the station, after closing up for the night, as she was walking towards her car she saw a shiny light come from the distance. Being the town sheriff she felt she was obligated to check it out. Walking across the street she turned the corner to find Killian leaning against the brick wall. Emma slowly approached him "Hey Killian...What are you doing out so late?"

His new living arrangements were nothing short of bothersome. To live in the 'care' of a werewolf had all sorts of troubles, but for once it had nothing to do with Granny Lucas or her daughter, but with himself. This town was different from life at sea. Indoors was different. The past day he had felt it coming on: The pressure, the pain, the almost unbearable nausea. He knew the symptoms, but nothing he could usually do worked, because he was not on a ship. Normally he could have allowed the waves and the salty clean air to lull him into sleep, letting him sleep through most of it. It was impossible now: No waves and the air just wasn't clean. It was thick and used in the Bed and Breakfast. Worse so: The sounds from the diner, though similar to once on the Jolly Roger, were now simply unbearable. Killian took his coat and just walked aimlessly until the pain forced him to stop. The world around him spun. He leaned against a wall and closed his eyes. That's how Emma found him. Crap. It was literally the one time he did not want her to see him."I was just going for a walk, Swan."

[lxyalty]

"Send me back."

It's the first thing he says as he bursts through the door to Emma Swan's office in this small place the people of this town have called a sheriff's office, blue eyes narrowed and cloak billowing around his legs. Felix's hands come to rest at the edge of a desk and he leans in, a ragged, haunted look on his face. "Send me back."

Send me back, send me home. Send me back to Neverland, don't keep me here! His fingers dig hard into the wood and his lips pull back from his teeth as he snarls, "Send me back to Neverland, damn you!"

a-lost-savior