Fates Design (1/3)
Summary: What happens when the heroes learn that the price for being the savior, could very well be Emma’s life?
A/N: Semi, not really, spec fic for season 6. If you guys remember I posted a sneak peek of this last week and now finally part 1 is here! I’m super pumped for this new season and I’m really interested to see what the whole being the savior does to Emma. So this is my take on it. It’s like super angst with baby bits of fluff thrown in.
Heads up that this starts at what presumably is the “end” of the fic and “flashes back” to how we get there. The beginning of each scene tells you when and where we are.
“Tell me about our future.” Her voice is tranquil as she lies in bed, skin pale and eyes glassy.
“And ruin the surprise? I don’t think so.”
“Just,” it takes more effort than it should for her to take his hand, fingers barely able to squeeze his own. “Humor me, please?”
Killian takes a deep breath, closing his eyes to conjure up every image he has of what their life together could be like. She tightens her grip on him once more and he opens his eyes, scooting his chair forward until his knees are pressed against the side of the mattress. “For starters, I’ll finally ask you to marry me. I’ve wanted to since Camelot.”
“Really?” The smile she gives him and the wonderment in her tone makes his heart ache and his eyes burn.
“Aye.” He smiles back, picturing her walking towards him in a white gown even more beautiful than the one she had worn in King Arthur’s court. “We can get married on the deck of the Jolly, something small, just us and the family. We’ll be happy together, love, you me and the lad. Living day to day fighting and protecting the town.” Killian takes a breath, a moment to settle the erratic beat of his heart, swallowing down the ever growing lump in his throat. “I’ll tell you I love you every morning when we wake and every night before we sleep, so you never doubt for a second how in love I am with you.” He takes his hand out of hers, if only to brush his fingers along the slope of her face - the rise of her cheekbones, the line of her jaw, the dimple in her chin. Taking this single moment to consign every part of her exquisite face to memory. “Then one day, when villains finally stop attacking and Storybrooke is finally at peace, you’ll come to me and say that we should start a family.”
“To give Henry siblings.” Her voice cracks against every syllable, scratchy and rough. He leans over to the bedside table to grab her cup of water, helping her to take a few sips before placing it back on the caramel colored wood.
“We’d have two kids I think, one boy and one girl.”
“Liam and Ellie.” Her eyes shine bright against the shadows that have overtaken them, the names leaving her lips with such ease and confidence that it almost knocks him to his knees. The notion that Swan has thought of this before, even picked out names, burns his flesh even more than the fires of the Underworld ever could.
He feels suffocated by too many emotions. Each sentiment causing chasms to form and swallow another piece of his heart. So he refocuses on the woman in front of him, laying in a hospital bed, and the images of their future together.
“It’s gonna be the best life.” She whispers, lids closing from the exhaustion that weighs heavy on her shoulders. The same that takes her back into the realm of dreams.
“Aye, love.” He can feel the tears forming behind his closed eyes. “It would have been.”
Swan - Jones Residence, 5 days Prior
He can hear the soft patter of her feet as she dances down the staircase, a smile spreading across his face at the thought that they both managed to get a full night’s rest for the first time in ages.