AN: I really can't form any truly cohesive thoughts after last night. I'm all dark and twisty inside after that horrifying cliffhanger we were left on. I had to write this - and this is going to be going until the hiatus. Rating will vary.

I haven't abandoned my other stories at all, but this one certainly took precedence because I'm all sort of creative from all that wonderful material we were left with last night. I've scaled back my overtime at work so that leaves much more time for writing, woohoo!

Thoughts are welcome. They feed my muse.

And my muse is a greedy one. :)

The below is the prologue for my version of season 5 and takes place directly after the dagger falls to ground. Spoilers obviously for season 4 finale.

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"No!" The words ripped from his throat, scathing and raw, ravaging his chest as the heaves struggled to release. His ringed fingers clamped themselves over his lips and as he fell to his knees to the wet pavement, Killian struggled to form a coherent thought.

I love you.

Her golden tendrils had whipped around her face, eyes hardening with darkness as the blackness swirled around her frame. It was all he could do - sit there in horror as she sacrificed herself - like a bloody useless sack that he was.

Struggling to inch his body forward, the pads of his knees scraping against the cold ground, Killian found himself hunched over the glinting dagger. Peering over the hilt, he felt his stomach flip unceremoniously before he found himself retching violently.

Emma Swan.

There was a roaring in his ears that muffled out the tentative steps of David as he moved towards him. He felt a heavy hand clamp his shoulder and without preamble he embraced him in an intense embrace, the damp scruff of David's face coming into focus as Killian raised his eyes from the puddle of sick.

"We will get her back. We will. I promise."

Bringing his eyes to meet the Prince's red-rimmed lids, Killian struggled to regain his breath. She was gone. Just gone in an instant.

"Her name. It says her name." His stomach flipped once more as he flicked his hook towards the dagger that still lay in the moonlight. David flinched for a moment and lifted his gaze towards Snow, who was clinging to the forearm of Regina, mouth open in perfect "oh". Shed tears fell from her eyes and she nodded towards her husband and Killian felt the need to look away.

I love you.

Blinking his eyes shut, he felt a hot wetness spread down his cheekbones. Furiously wiping at the tears off his face, Killian lifted himself to his feet while grabbing the dagger and holding it close to his chest. No one else was going to hold it, or have the power of her. She deserved to have the dagger for herself, untethered to someone else's whims.

A strong gust of wind sent a chill down his spine and the eery darkness of the street seemed to deepen.

"Where did she go?" It was the first thing that Snow had said, her voice quivered and shook with an uncertainty.

"Summon her back. The Dark— Emma. Emma can be summoned with that." Regina's voice whispered. Snow let out a small yelp and crossed quickly to David, clenching the Prince's hand and deeply pocketed it in her own.

The bile rose up in his throat once more and Killian struggled to maintain his composure as he clenched the dagger in his hand, rings digging deeply into the meat of his palm. The metal felt cold and wrong and he struggled to maintain a grip on it as sweat slicked the friction between the dagger and himself.

"Hook, try it - we can deal with darkness. Let's get her back first." David moved towards him and Killian shuffled backwards, shaking his head.

"Killian, we need to find her to help her. It's the fastest way." Tentatively the Prince moved one step closer to him and Killian felt his throat close up, choking his tongue and swelling against the roof of his mouth.

I love you.

His shoulders shook and he clenched his eyes shut, closing out the befallen face of Snow and the horrified stares of Regina and Robin, and saw his Swan. Her emerald eyes shined with a twinkle of mirth, her hair whipped back as she laughed. It was his favorite noise in the world - her infectious laugh that filled his soul with such warmth he felt as though he would burst from love. A hand fell heavily to his shoulder and he snapped open his eyes, once more gazing into the Prince's determined stare.

"It says her name." The hoarseness of his own voice split his raw throat, his own breath betraying him as the sobs threatened to overtake him.

"I know." David nodded at him and looked down towards the dagger clenched in his hand. Blinking his lids once, Killian sighed heavily as he brought the dagger higher and closed his eyes - envisioning her laugh once more and opened his lips…

"Dark One…I summon thee."