A/N: I apologise in advance for this.

As always, I don't own anything, except that drink bottle I bought his morning.

It had seemed to be going so well. The Wicked Witch had been lured to the Jolly Roger by the rumour of a magic bean and her damn monkeys had been distracted by an attack led by Nolan (with the Crocodile for magical support). That just left himself, Emma and Regina on his ship to trap her. She strode onto his ship like she owned it, green skin gleaming and red lips curved up into a smirk. Killian wondered how much scrubbing it would take to remove all traces of her from his beloved vessel. Emma and Regina were standing side by side, clutching the ship's wheel while Killian lounged against the railing, attempting to look casual and unintimidated. It was a lot harder to accomplish than he remembered. The Wicked Witch had already dismissed him as insignificant but it was only when she attempted to fling him away with a wave of her hand that she realised something was amiss. Which meant that the first part of their plan was actually working, Killian didn't know if he should feel pleased that it worked or disgusted that it had been the Crocodile's plan in the first place.

"What have you done?" She demanded, voice calm and confident, still in control. Her eyes flicked between Killian and the women next to him, as they directed their magic through the ship. Killian began walking across the ship to her, ready for his part in the plan.

"We'll, that's easy, love," he said as he strutted toward the bow of the ship. "My vessel, the beauty that she is, is made of very special wood, some would call it enchanted." Killian smirked as the Wicked Witch's eyes narrowed on Emma and Regina and horror began to etch her features. Killian admired her composure as she, stiff-backed, walked towards the gangway, only to walk straight into the magical barricade the encompassed the Jolly Roger.

"Now, you have two choices," Killian continued. "You can struggle and I can cut you down or," he paused to pull a sheet that had been casually draped upon a box on the deck, revealing the manacles underneath, "you can put these on and we all get to walk away from this."

The Wicked Witch still had the courage to laugh and she strutted to the port side, relaxing against the mast, still chuckling to herself. Killian followed her steps warily, keeping the manacles within easy reach, wondering what in their extensive planning, they may have missed.

"I am the Wicked Witch of the West. Do you really think I came here without at least three escape plans?" With a crimson smile she lifted on green arm and pointed to the women by the wheel. A winged figure detached itself from the docks and launched itself at Emma and Regina, plunging straight through the barrier that was more concerned with keeping things in rather than out. Killian cursed and lunged for the manacles, clasping one around her left wrist at the same time her hand went into his chest. Killian froze, wide-eyed as the Wicked Witch grinned, a gleeful gleam in her eye. In that instant, he smelt the roasted corpse of the flying monkey before it hit the water, he heard a female voice call out for him and then he experienced the worst pain of his life as his heart was ripped out of his chest.

Strong arms caught Killian as he collapsed to the deck and he found himself staring into Emma's green eyes, as stunning as the first time he saw them, only now filled with the same emotion that was filling his every pore: fear.

"Regina", Emma screamed, "Get it back!" Killian heard Regina blast her magic at the Wicked Witch but the green wench laughed as she dodged or deflected. Killian gazed at Emma as she felt his chest, attempting to think of a magical solution, he was busy memorising every line of her face, hoping she could be the last thing he saw.

"That was pathetic, darling," the Witch mocked, "Don't want to ruin the pirate's precious heart?" Killian assumed she squeezed his heart as pain erupted in his chest and he screamed while Emma held him closer. When the pain passed, he felt Emma gently place him on the deck while he panted and attempted to recover. She pushed back some hair from his forehead and smiled down at him, moving towards the Wicked Witch as she unsheathed her sword.

"Give. It. Back." Emma said, her voice colder than anything he'd ever heard before. Killian tried to sit up as he followed Emma's movements. The glee in the Witch's face decreased slightly as both of the women faced her. She had Killian's heart on her left hand, where the other manacle dangled uselessly. She seemed wary to face them both and Killian hoped it was because even incomplete, the manacle was blocking some of her magic, rather than it just being another act.

The Wicked Witch inclined her head to Emma, smiling bitterly, "I don't lose well. I hope you'll remember that from now on, Saviour." Emma slashed down as the Witch disappeared in a poof of green smoke, taking Killian's heart and life with her.

Emma quickly turned on Regina, "Where'd she go? Can you track her?"

Regina shook her head, looking warily at Emma, "She can't have gone far, that manacle is blocking a good portion of her magic. She should be somewhere on the docks."

Killian pulled himself up by leaning on the gunwale and failed in his attempt to appear nonchalant, "Well, let's go bloody find her then," he said between breathes. Emma rushed over to support him and Regina nodded and vanished in her own cloud of smoke and reappeared in the crow's nest.

"Killian, you need to rest," Emma said. Killian shook his head and started to walk to the aft of his ship, while Emma muttered something along the lines of 'bloody stubborn pirate'. Killian smiled at that and stared looking at the docks wondering if there was any irony in having his heart stolen by a witch when he had been holding onto it for a certain blonde saviour.

Regina cried out excitedly from above, "I see her", before she vanished in pursuit.

"Wait, here", Emma said. Killian was about to tell Emma exactly how he felt about that plan when the pain in his chest built again and he collapsed to the deck. Emma rushed to his side and pulled him to her lap. "No, no, no, no," she muttered to herself again and again. Staring at her, Killian wondered if every pain he every experienced in his 300 years of existence were worth it just to meet her, but seeing the pain in her eyes, Killian almost wished that he never had. Gasping, he tried to keep her in his sights as she called out for help, for Regina, her parents, for her magical powers that she'd never really wanted and his mind wandered to Liam, who died in his cabin, and Milah who met the same fate close to where Killian lay. He had always assumed that he would die on his ship and for many years, he had wanted to.

Emma paused as he reached up to capture one of her loose curls, soft and shining in the sunlight. Killian smiled and realised he'd never told this stubborn, strong woman how he really felt. He'd said it in every single way but the simplest one and he intended to correct that before his heart was crushed to ash. If there was anything Emma Swan deserved in this world, it was to know that she was loved, unconditionally and endlessly.

"Please don't leave me," she whispered. Her tears fell on Killian's face and with a last burst of strength Killian told Emma the truth of his feelings.

In the warrens of the docks, the Wicked Witch faced off with the Evil Queen and managed to finally squeeze the heart of the pirate who had gotten in her way.

In Emma Swan's arms, the light went out of Captain Hook – Killian Jones' – blue eyes and his last words hung in the air as she sobbed.

As you wish.

A/N: I'm sorry. It hurt me to write this but I needed it out of my head rather than repeating itself. With the death spoiler and the Jolly Roger being torn down, it was hard to resist. Especially considering that most of the significant people in Killian's life died on his other love, so it only seemed fitting that he would die there as well. Not that he's going to die. I couldn't cope with that (please don't make me live life without Killian Jones).

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Adrina Stark.