Breaking the spell
A/N : I just had a crazy idea and had to write it. Emma is under the influence of a spell which is gradually making her go dark and she admits to some pretty interesting things when she’s being dark. Captain Swan one-shot.
Emma strode to where Gold was standing, pushing him across the town line. She was quite aware that she’d been different lately, which was mainly because of him and his acolytes. She’d been right about to fully embrace the darkness her heart was brimming in when they’d tried to make her hurt her family.
That had snapped her out of the daze she’d been trapped in for days. She would never hurt her family. She’d rather die than try to harm any of them. So she’d turned on Rumple.
Not thinking of the consequences, she crossed the town line as well, leaving Storybrooke. Both of them were now stripped of their magic. Emma walked up to where he was struggling to keep standing and invaded his personal space.
"Ms Swan, don’t to anything you’d regret," he practically begged, trying to hide his fear.
"I don’t think I’m gonna regret any of this, Gold," she said in a harsh voice, venom dripping from her words. She lightly pushed him, making him fall in front of her.
"You wanted me to go dark, huh ? Embrace the darkness inside of me ? Well, congratulations. You achieved your great plan," she added, a smirk appearing on her lips. "And guess what. The first person I’m going to unleash that darkness on is you."
Emma reveled in the feeling of power that overcame her when the coward tried to crawl away from her.
"SWAN !" an accented voice yelled from a few meters behind her.
Emma turned around in surprise. Killian was standing there, hair tousled and breathing labored.
"Don’t do this, Swan. This isn’t you," he told her, looking her in the eyes.
"Actually, it is." She twisted around her and took a menacing step towards Gold, who was still cowering in fear.
"No, Swan, it isn’t. I know you. You’re a hero. A mother. A sister. A daughter. My -"
"This is exactly why I need to do this, Killian !" she interrupted him, unwilling to hear the end of his sentence. "He tried to make me hurt my family. He tried to make me hurt all of you," she justified herself, eager to get on with the punishment.
"But you didn’t ! He failed, and your family is safe. You’ll blame yourself for this, love, take my word for it. He didn’t hurt your family. Everyone is fine," he said with a hopeful smile, trying to convince her. But Emma was having none of it.
"You’re wrong. He hurt you. He took your heart, Killian. No one gets away with harming the people I love."
Her voice was colder than her words were. Staring at the pirate, she hadn’t even noticed her slip. But he certainly had. His mouth gaped open for a moment before he regained composure. She loved him. Killian didn’t know whether he should be happy or sad. He was certainly happy to know what she felt towards him. But he didn’t want her to kill the crocodile out of love for him. Yes, he hated the man, but hurting someone would destroy Emma once she got back to her normal self.
"You’re hurting me right now, love," he told her. "I can’t stand here and watch you hurt yourself. You’re the one hurting me right now, not him."
Emma was shocked by his words. She was hurting him ? She never wanted that. No, she couldn’t…
Killian forced himself to walk away, then. He crossed the town line, which was visible now that Regina had broken the spell that circled the quaint town. His plan would work. It had to.
He could hear Emma following him. He stopped and waited a little before turning back to her.
"I don’t want to hurt you, Killian," she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes. "I didn’t mean to do this, Killian. I just wanted all of you to be safe. I couldn’t take it if-"
She never got to finish her sentence. Killian’s lips were suddenly on hers. Warmth spread in her entire body at the soft caress. She parted his lips and pressed closer. He cradled her face, holding her as if she were made of glass.
A pulse of magic so powerful that it threatened to separate them blasted around the couple. Emma had felt that before, when… when she’d kissed Henry and broken the Dark Curse.
Her mind suddenly felt more clear than it had in days. The sensation, although wonderful, was nothing compared to the emotions running through her at the moment. Guilt. Shame. Some more guilt. Dread. And love. So much of it that she broke the kiss, needing to get a look at Killian.
She’d missed him in a certain way, even when she’d pushed him away. Really seeing him for the first time in what felt like years, Emma wanted to cry again.
"Love, I’m no expert, but was that…" he trailed off, unsure of what to think.
"True love’s kiss ? It was," she answered his unasked question.
She hugged him then, resting her ear right against his chest. She could feel his heart beating, his warmth seeping into her. There was no place she’d rather be.