Return To Me
Emma Swan is dying. Her last remaining hope is a
heart-transplant, and those aren’t easy to come by. But, as luck would
have it, fate finds her worthy, and on a stormy autumn night, Emma is
given a second chance at life.
Meanwhile, on the other side of the Boston hospital, Killian Jones has been devastated by the sudden loss of his wife.
Inspired by the 2000 film of the same title with Minnie Driver and David Duchovny.
Author Note: Shout out to my home girls @welllpthisishappening and @bleebug for looking this over for me and being soundboards for my gushing feelings. They’re awesome.
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“Care to dance, captain?”
had been staring at his wife, not bothering to hide the adoring
expression on his face. She’d noticed. For her part, Milah found it
sweet. His eyes crinkled when he smiled, crow’s feet well-earned
throughout the seven years they had been together, and nothing made
her heart leap quite like the smile that reached all the way to her
rose, gave a slight bow, and extended a hand to her. “It would be
my honor, m'lady,” he said, and she laughed, shaking her head at
his theatrics. She took his hand, letting him lead her to the dance
floor, where a dozen couples were already swaying serenely along to
an old, sweet love song.
Boston marina had been decorated exquisitely, hardly an expense
spared, for the gala that evening. Museum heads, entrepreneurs and
business executives alike had all been invited to the black-tie
event, whether they had donated in the past or potentially would in
the future, in hopes of raising both funds and awareness for the ship
restoration program Killian manned. It was his passion, and this gala
was the highlight of his year, as far as his career was concerned.
eyes flit around the room, trying to make out the faces scattered
throughout the immense ballroom to see if he recognized anyone. The
turnout was phenomenal. This was fortunate for him, as most of the
funding for the grandiose event had come out of Killian and Milah’s
own pockets. But, by the looks of things, it had been well worth it.
The marina, as expected, held a pristine view of the harbor and sea. The wall facing the ocean was nearly all window, from floor to ceiling, and as night had fallen, the effect was absolutely mesmerizing. A lighthouse in the distance flashed, and the moon cast its white light over the water, the dark waves nearly as beautiful as the stars looming over it.
of the lights had dimmed after dinner, once the dancing began. Only
the grand, ornate hanging chandeliers spread throughout the ballroom
were lit now, casting a warm glow over the guests as the dance floor
began to fill.
Milah was a sucker for this sort of music, those crooning, golden voices that seemed to capture an entire era and take their listeners back to a simpler time. It made her melt, and Killian was fully aware of this. The song playing faded into one they both knew well, and Milah couldn’t help the happy little sigh that escaped her as Killian began to sing along softly for only her to hear.