Emma looks into his blue eyes, tears falling from her own, "I have thousands of memories but none of them are mine... There is no need for me other than this. I'm immortal but I have no life."

"Yes, you do! I need you. More than you can imagine!" his voice breaks, his own eyes filled with tears.

"Why?... Why would you need me?"

"Because…"

David looks to Killian, "Tell her…"

He tries again, "Because…" He sees the tears in her eyes, "Because, I love you…"

She smiles, "Kiss me…" Killian wraps his arms around her and kisses her like he has wanted to kiss her since she landed in his cab, since she held a gun to his head, since he pulled her from his shower, since he found her at the airport, since he saw her in that red dress, since he pulled her from the ceiling, since…

A White Light forms around them, a beam of blinding light explodes up from their spot and through the top of the pyramid heading straight into the sky at the black fireball, stopping it in it's tracks.

They continue the kiss, holding onto each other for dear life, the light grows brighter, the beam becomes more powerful. Slowly the Dark Planet solidifies. Inaudible screeches escape from the dying planet. Screeches of terrifying pain as if a million dark souls were dying.

The pure beam of white light, has finished its work. The Dark Planet is nothing more than a dead planet. Strangely enough, it looks exactly like earth's moon.

President Mills opens her eyes and realizes she's not dead.

"The planet seems to have stopped at…" Mary Margaret chimes in, "150 thousand miles from impact. About half way between the Earth and the Moon."

In the temple, the beam loses its intensity. But Emma and Killian remain stuck together, lost in their kiss.

David has dropped to his knees, clutching his hands.

Ruby slides down along the wall with a sigh. She gives David a knowing smile. "This guy is a killer with the babes. I knew it from the moment I laid eyes on him."

David and Ruby burst out laughing from the comment and the stress. Killian and Emma keep on kissing.

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The ZFX200 lands on the roof of the Nucleological Lab. As soon as it's door has opened, Killian bounds out with Emma in his arms, placing her on the waiting gurney. The doctors rush her into the building, Killian right next to her, holding her hand, "Stay with us love, we are almost there."

David is right behind them carrying the bag of stones, Henry and Ruby following.

They rush her into the lab, the reactor is open and waiting for her. They pick her up and place her gently inside. Killian still holding her hand, as Victor Whale injects her with a sedative and pain killers.

"Okay, step back," the doctor tells Killian.

He reluctantly lets her hand go, and smiles at her, "I'll be right here, you're going to be fine." The reactor begins to close, "I love you…" the words come easier now. He hears her try to say something but the top closes.

Everyone moves over to the controls, as Victor gives directions to Igor. This time the reactor is used to heal, not re-create.

Victor looks at Killian, than David, "She is going to be okay." He reassures them, he then turns to Ruby and smiles. "I don't think we have met, I'm Victor, and you are?"

Ruby smiles back, her eyes twinkling, "Ruby, Ruby Lucas."

Killian looks between them and sighs, "Doctor… your patient!"

Victor turns back to the controls, "Yes, Yes. Igor, how is she coming?"

"Good, she is asleep. She is currently 47% healed."

Killian and David share a smile, she really will be okay. They both take a seat in the chairs nearby, Henry sitting down next to David. Ruby stays at the controls flirting with Victor.

Killian steps out of the shower, clean from all the dirt and blood from the battle. Victor and David had insisted that he get treated and cleaned up, but he wouldn't leave the lab until she was up to 75% healed. And only then did agree to take a shower.

He towels off the last droplets of water from his chest, and then moves it to his head, vigorously rubbing it against his hair to try and dry it quickly.

He pulls on the pair of clean cotton sleep pants and white tank. Admitting to himself it feels good to be clean again. He pulls on a pair of socks and then pads back into the lab. He walks over to the doctor and David, "News?"

David smiles at him, "She's almost done, 97% healed." They nod at each other, releaf still visible every time the percentage jumps.

Victor looks at him, and the scrapes and cuts still on him. Now even more visible from the prior grime washed away, "Nurse Rachett," He says calls to the older nurse, "Please bring in the first aid kit, and treat Mister Jones. If he won't go get treatment, I suppose we'll have to bring treatment to him."

The Nurse nods, leaves the lab and comes back a few moments later, and walks towards Killian.

He lifts his hands, "Look, I'm fine. I've had much worse."

She gives him a look, and a firm, "Sit."

He sighs and does as she asks. She starts butterflying the cut above his eye. He winces from the antiseptic, "Big baby." The nurse huffs out, and he glares at her.

Ten minutes or so later, he is fully bandaged, stitched, and treated. Once done, he heads back to the console, looking to see how she is.

Victor sees him approach from the corner of his eye, as him and Ruby are talking about Bar a few blocks away, called the Rabbit Hole. He was very interested in getting everything cleaned up and finished so her could head over there with her. He winks at Ruby, she gives a sly smile, and Victor turns back to Killian. "Just about 100%, getting ready to open the shield so we can check on her. However, if she is okay, I'm still going to keep her in there for awhile and let her get some rest."

Killian nods, trying to keep his patience. He just wanted to see her, make sure she was okay. Maybe see if she would tell him what she was trying to say before the shield shut between them.

A few moments later Igor is lowering the field and he is standing on one side of the reactor, Victor on the other. The shield moves down past her blonde hair, and then he sees her beautiful eyes, looking around and then once found, staring right at his. Her beautiful lips giving him a smile, one that he returns.

Victor is using a device, scanning her.

"Emma, how are you feeling?" Killian asks her, his hand moving to grasp hers, their fingers intertwining.

"Much better," her smile and response taking the weight from his shoulders.

He leans down, and places a small kiss on her forehead and then looks up at the doctor, "Well?"

Victor smiles, "100%, and… well… perfect. Though I still think some rest is in order." He looks down at Emma, "You need to get some sleep, I'll put the shield back up to drown out all the sound from outside, so you can rest."

Emma's hand grabs onto his more firmly, and she shakes her head, "Not alone."

The doctor looks at Emma, a smile smile forming, and then back to Killian. "I suppose there is enough room for two."

Killian didn't even need prompting, and scooted in next to her. Emma instinctively rolled into his side, his arm wrapping around her, holding her close. His head angling down towards hers, to kiss the top of her head.

"Sweet dreams," Victor says as he closes the the shield on the reactor.
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Once the shield is closed, it is easily noticeable how quiet it is in there, nothing can be heard from the outside. The only thing he can hear is both of their breathing. There is a faint light, so he can still see her wrapped in his embrace, her head on his chest, her nose pressed into him, her fingers moving from resting on his shirt to move higher and thread through his chest hair. A slow smile spreads across his face.

"Tired?" he asks her, though from her leg moving further over his waist he is pretty sure he knows the answer.

She shakes her head no lightly against him, "I've slept plenty in all my years. I want to live life now." She looks up at him, green eyes meeting blue. "I… love you… Killian."

His hands move under her and pull her up towards him, moving her to lay over him. Their noses touching so he can look into her eyes, "and I love you," he says and then gently leans up and kisses her. His hand moving to the back of her head, angling her mouth to his.

The kiss quickly becomes more passionate, the only sounds their occasional gasps for air, and their heartbeats. He slowly darts his tongue out, tasting her lips, she sighs and opens her mouth for him. He groans as his tongue enters, and tastes her, her own sliding across his.

Her hands are no longer idle, moving to the nape of his neck up through his hair, the other moving over his muscled chest. His left, metal hand stays in her hair, keeping her anchored to him, as his right moves down her back, ghosting lightly along the side of her breast to rest at her hip, pulling her closer. A small gasp from her mouth, letting him know that she feels his hardening length against her. He pulls her closer again, looking for that friction against him once more, and both moan at the contact.

He breaks the kiss, his hand moving back up to cup her cheek, "Emma…" He knows they should stop, they shouldn't take it further now. Hell she just barely survived. Heck the Human race barely survived. He looks into her eyes, her pupils large with desire, and he knows his are the same.

She tilts her head, trying to understand why he stopped, her fingers move to the side of his face, slowly traveling down his cheek, "Love…" she says, her lips moving against his feather light, "make… love…"

Killian gives a small nod, and pulls her back down to his mouth. Kissing her slowly, the exploration of lips, tongues, and hands beginning again.

His hands move down to her hips and then up under her tank, feeling her warm, soft skin of her back and sides, pulling it up as he went. She breaks the kiss and grabs the top of her shirt and pulls it over her head. He kisses her again, pulling her down to him, her hard nipples brushing against his hair covered chest.

He rolls to the side with her and moves her to her back. His eyes wash over her, from the blonde hair to her green eyes, swollen lips from kissing to the perfect swell of her breasts. Her hand reaches out to his shirt, tugging lightly. He takes the hint and pulls his new clean shirt off him, and places it at the head of the reactor with hers.

Emma's hands pull him back to her, kissing him again, flesh against flesh. Both letting out a small groan of approval. He moves over her, and crouches in the confined space between her legs. She gives him a puzzled look, and he gently moves his fingertips to trace lightly against the top of her pants. His blue eyes asking permission, and she smiles and gives a small nod.

Killian swallows hard, both his hands move to the waistband and slowly pull the pants down her hips, and legs. He doesn't allow himself to look, until the fabric is removed from her toes and placed with the rest of their discarded clothes. When he does, when his eyes move over her once again, he loses his breath at how beautiful she is. His fingers on his right hand move to lightly trace her body from knee to shoulder. "Perfect…" he says in almost a prayer. Her hand grabs his, and pulls him back down towards her, her other moving to his own waistband.

His mechanical left stops her movement, "Not so fast," he tells her, and he intertwines her fingers with his metallic ones. He kisses her lips, and then down her neck and shoulder towards her pert peaks. His right hand moving to lightly fondle her breast, thumb moving over the nipple. His mouth moves down to her collarbone, kissing and licking along the way, and then veering left, to circle the neglected nipple. Her moan voicing her pleasure at his actions. His hand moves lower towards her hip, his mouth moves to the breast it just abandoned.

His fingers brush against soft blonde damp curls, his own moan released at the feel of her already so wet and ready for him. His fingers lightly play at the lips, gliding easily through her folds. Emma's moans get louder, her hips bucking towards his fingers.

Killian's mouth moves lower, his tongue swirling around her belly button, and then moves down between her thighs. His eyes look up over her body at her, and his meet her green ones. Her fingers locked tightly with his metal ones. He watches her face as his fingers move over her, remembering what she likes, what makes her gasp. And then he lowers his mouth to her, his tongue trailing around her little bundle of nerves that make her hips rise, a gasp from her mouth. He groans at her taste, her desire, making him want more, making him want to devour her. But her knows he must take it slow.

His tongue moves against her again, alternating between light and firm licks, gentle teeth grazes, light sucking from his lips, his tongue dipping low to her opening and then flicking back up. Her breathing was increasing, a flush over her skin, her other hand moving to the hair on his head gripping hard. His lips and tongue continue over her sensitive flesh, as he starts to move one finger inside of her. Slowly, carefully, letting her get used to it, her hips bucking against him, he adds another, and that's when he feels it, her walls clamping against his fingers, a flood of her desire, and a gasp of his name from her lips.

His mouth and fingers slow, gently bringing her back down, and once her body stops shuddering. He removes his fingers, and starts to slowly kiss his way back up her naked form. Laying over her, keeping his weight on his left elbow, their entwined fingers moved up beside her head. His right hand moves to lightly caress her face. Her eyes slowly flutter open, a small smile on her face.

Emma pulls his head down to her mouth, kissing him soundly, passion building once again. Her hand then moves back down between them, her fingers moving under his waistband, her fingers brushing against his aching hard length.

Killian breaks the kiss as her hand grasps him, his eyes rolling back in his head. He leans more heavily on his left elbow, as his hand and her moves to push down his pants. His feet push them the rest of the way off, as her arm wraps around him and pulls him back down to her. This time no fabric between them as he settles his hips between her spread thighs, his arousal pressed between them.

"Killian" she sighs into his ear, "I need you."

His eyes flutter open, to stare into hers. He kisses her and pulls his body back from hers only a little. Taking himself in hand, he slowly drags his tip against her entrance. It is a glorious feeling, and her back arches up towards him. Then slowly, he starts to push inside her. Her walls so very tight, wet, and warm, make it difficult not to thrust all the way in. But he knows he needs to go slow for her.
His eyes watch hers for discomfort, hoping that he will be wrong, that there won't be. But with another inch forward, he sees the small wince on her face, and he instantly stops. Waiting for her to adjust to be ready. But she seems impatient, and in reply wraps her legs around his waist and pulls him into her in a sharp thrust.

Both of their moans of pleasure echo in the small chamber, eyes squeezed shut, and then opening slowly to look at each other. He leans down and kisses her softly, now both fully joined. He takes her lead, and when her hips start to arch with him, he begins to move. Slowly at first, long and slow thrusts. Her fingers trail over his back, and his hand moves under her shoulder to clasp onto it from beneath. As her hips buck against him more urgently, he takes the cue and quickens his pace.

Between her sounds, the feel of her fingertips, the look in her eyes, and her tight and wet around him, he knows he won't be able to last much longer. But from the sounds she is making and the small quake he can feel in her legs, he won't have to. He watches her gasp, her eyes close, her inner walls grasping him, her nails at his back, his name on her tongue, and he speeds up his thrusts into her. Moments later he follows her, his hips moving into hers, holding himself deep, grunting out her name into the side of her neck, his release flowing into her, at the sudden peak and the wash of pure bliss comes over him.

Slowly their breathing returns to normal, and he rolls off her, slipping from her. She sighs at the loss, and he pulls her to him. Wrapping his arms around her, kissing the top of her head. She snuggles closer to him, her nose pressing into his side. "Love you," she says softly her eyes and head moving to look up at him.

He smiles and pulls her closer, "And I you, Emma."

A little while later, the President enters the Nucleological Laboratory followed by a group of officials in ceremonial dress.

Smee motions the Doctor to approach, "Madam President, let me introduce you to Doctor Whale, who runs the center."

"It's an honor to receive you. Madam President," Victor tells her.

She smiles at him, back to her old self, "Yes.. Well? Where are our two heroes?"

The doctor grins, "They were so tired from their ordeal that we put them in the reactor this morning."

"I have 19 more meetings after this one Doctor."

"Of course.. Let me see if they're revived." He rushes over to the reactor.

The president's aide whispers in her ear, "We go live in one minute, Mr. President."

Victor opens a small slot in the reactor and takes a look inside.

Emma and Killian are naked, limbs once again frantically wrapped around each other, kissing and engaging in what Emma's people call, 'hoppi hoppa'.

Victor closes the slot and turns back to the president and the general, "I… uh.." He motions with his hands, "they need five more minutes, Madam President." He glances back at the reactor, "Probably more…"

The President, pressed for time, looks over to her aide who is struggling with a phone call.

The aide is trying to get the woman off the phone, "No ma'am... I tried... No ma'am…"

"Who is it?" Regina asks.

The aide responds, "Some woman... claims she's Killian's grandmother…"

"Give it here…" the aide give Regina the phone, "Mrs. Jones, this in the President." She walks to a large window, "On behalf of the entire Federation, I would like to thank…"

"Don't pull that crap with me, Liam… I'd recognize that fake voice of yours anywhere. You tell that other worthless no account for a grandson of mine he should plotz for the way he's ignored his grandmother... when I think of all I sacrificed for him…"

Regina pulls the phone away from her ear in disgust. In the background Victor is talking to the aide, and the girls eyes widen and look to the reactor. She nods at him.

She walks over to the president. "Mam?"

Regina, looks to the aide, she is obviously not listening to the woman on the phone. "Yes?"

"Doctor Whale says that…" she thinks of a way to word it, "the hero's are not in the right physical condition to yet conduct interviews."

She looks frustrated, "Well when? And will it fit our schedule."

The aide smiles over to the doctor, "Yes, a few more hours in the reactor and they should be good as new. We have time five hours from now."

Regina nods, hands the aide the phone with Killian's granny still complaining away. She walks towards the door, and the aide motions everyone out. Victor closes the door to the lab behind him and smiles in relief, and then follows Ruby to the bar.

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Back in the reactor Emma is intimately wrapped around Killian, their bodies one again. Verbally and physically expressing the love they have. Only parting their kiss to smile at one another once more.