Hey guys! I am so sorry this chapter took so long, I was on a very long road trip with my family and I have not had wifi connection since the beginning of June. (Well, unless you count hotels we briefly stayed the night at) The horror! Anyways, please keep reviewing, and don't be afraid to post some constructive criticism if you feel there's something in the writing that could be improved. Thanks!

Killian Jones had never actually seen someone pace.

Yes, he'd read about it constantly in books, and even paced himself when he was under extreme stress, but never before had he actually seen it.

Yet here it was, in the shape of a willowy blonde with fingers clenched tight, forehead creased, and she had been pacing in the same spot for what felt like hours.

"Swan-" he tried again.

"Don't!" she snapped back, holding up one hand long enough for Killian to see where her long nails had bitten into her palms.

Thoroughly fed up with the slamming sound of her feet against the wood floor, he plucked her hand from the air and smoothed it out between his palms, gingerly inspecting the crescent moons her nails had left in her pale skin. Some were a bloated, angry red, but still others had already started leaking scarlet blood.

"Jesus, Swan, you'll kill yourself before we all freeze to death if you keep this up," he said with a cheeky grin, but even before she whipped around to face him he knew it was the wrong thing to say.

Her eyes, once filled with pent-up anger and frustration, melted into that of fear and paranoia. "You think we're going to freeze?" she said, yanking her hand from Killian's grasp.

Killian blanched as he realized what the jest meant to her. " No, love, I was trying to make a joke-"

"Hell of a joke, Killian!" she shouted at him, but as soon as the words were out, her shoulders sagged inwards, and her forehead somehow, impossibly, creased tighter. " If we're cold in here, Regina and Robin must be-"

"Fine," said a gruff voice from behind Emma. Two large hands fell onto Emma's shoulders, and she turned to direct her gaze into her father's smiling face. "Do you honestly think Regina would stay out there in the cold when with a flick of her hand, she can transport herself home?"

Emma bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. "No, but Robin- he went out to look for her."

David's hands clenched. "What?"he said in pure shock, rushing back into the middle of the room to look for Robin.

Emma caught up to him in three long strides, tugging on her father's sleeve as Killian trailed after her as well. "Dad, I watched him leave: I tried to stop him but he was already out the door when I got there- I thought other people saw him!" She shivered to remember his conflicted, pale face, and his slim fingers prying a spot of the ice open wide enough for him to slip through amidst the confusion and disarray.

"I saw him," came a slightly hollow voice from David's right. There stood a skinny woman with a pile of tangled brown curls rippling down her back, her corset and dress screamingly out of place in the casual diner.

"Marian," Emma said, her eyes flicking downwards and up again. "I'm sorry-I should have gotten there faster to stop him-"

She waved a hand, but the distrusting fire in her eyes remained. "Okay, guys,'" she said in a hard tone as Mary Margaret walked up with a pink-cheeked Neal in her arms. "This so-called Savior kidnaps me to bring me to the future, where I finally find my husband again, and he rushes into a deadly ice storm to pursue the Evil Queen? Someone explain this to me, because I do not understand."

Killian shifted around in his boots and suddenly became very interested with the tip of his silver hook.

Emma crossed her arms and looked down.

David pressed his lips together and turned to his wife, only to find her attention wholeheartedly and uncomfortably fixed on Neal.

Marian's gaze skipped between each of them, watching their cheeks turn slightly pinker than what the cold had already rendered them, and somewhere in between David and Mary Margaret, she gasped.

"No," she whispered. "No, no, no."

"Surprise?" Killian tried.

"The Evil Queen? The one that was going to have me executed? She and him-?" Marian wheezed, clapping a hand over mouth as words failed her.

"Dad, he'll freeze out there. If Regina doesn't want to be found…he won't find her." Emma looked up at him, something blazing in her eyes. "Let me go after him before Elsa does. Gold told me that she isn't as powerful as she'd like us to believe- her power's now kind of reliant on hostages. If she gets Robin-"

Marian's breath hitched in her throat.

"We're done for."

David and Killian shook their heads at the same time, but Emma was already pushing her slim fingers into the crevice between the cracked, shimmering, icy blue barrier to widen the space Robin had used to leave. The ice gave way slightly, creaking loudly and splintering into thousands of fuzzy cracks, spindling around the edges of the barrier. David reached for Emma's arm and yanked her back.

"Emma. We have to stick together." His voice was calm but underneath shook a myriad of emotion unspent. Mary Margaret laid a hand on Emma's arm as well, shaking her head when the blonde looked back at the space between the ice.

"I'm sorry," she said, her green eyes briefly shuddering with glassy tears, before a gold light pulsed through her arm, singing the hands of both her parents. They yanked their hands away from Emma's glowing, steaming skin, yelping, but by the time they reached for her again, she was already slipping through the door.

Killian latched onto her arm, grimacing in pain as the gold light burned his skin, but he refused to let go. "Swan, listen to me, stop-"

She pulsed again, flooding the room with hissing yellow light, spitting out tendrils of heat. Killian felt the ground leave his feet as he tumbled away from his Swan- he immediately scrambled to his feet, but she had already skirted past the ice.

"Swan, I can't let you do this!" he cried, seeing her shadowy form already outside through the pane of ice. The cold glass twisted her form and shadowed her face, but Killian could clearly see Emma raising her hand, and the ice beginning to move to cover the hole from which she had left. He dived, sliding on the still icy ground near the door, propelling himself through the rapidly shrinking tunnel Emma had left through.

The ice snapped shut with a loud creak just as Killian skidded to a stop- still on his stomach- barely out of the diner. He opened his eyes to see Emma looking down at him, frustration and anger and hints of relief etched on her face.

"At least not alone," Killian finished.

I know, I know, I'm a total cheeseball.

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