Another Tumblr prompt that has gotten out of hand...

Killian Jones had been through some singular experiences in his unnaturally long life, many of which he preferred to forget. But the intoxication of the spell of shattered sight was by far the strangest. When the enchantment was broken it was like waking from a nightmare. Normal sound and sight rushing back all at once. He came to himself by the docks, his body disconcertingly close to the waters edge. He had turned and rushed back into town, knowing the Snow Queen had been defeated. As his boots slapped the wet pavement and snowflakes flurried around him, he felt his heart beating loudly in his chest and he stopped short. Only then remembering, vaguely, that his heart had been returned by an oddly penitent Crocodile during the confusion of the spell. In wonder Killian pressed his hand to his chest and a wide grin grew on his face. His smile faltered when he heard the soft sounds of someone crying.

He turned on his heel and began walking towards the sound. He rounded the corner into an alley and was shocked to discover two little girls on the pavement before him.

One was curled up, hugging her knees and crying softly into her sky blue dress. The other was hovering over her in pants and a white t-shirt, murmuring encouragements.

"It's okay. We are going to be fine."

To Killian's untrained eye the girls looked to be around six or eight; somewhere between Henry and Roland's age. The one crying seemed older and Killian guessed they were sisters from their matching blonde hair. He wondered where their parents were and momentarily worried that they might have been casualties of the Snow Queen's spell.

"Hello." he called softly but the girls both startled anyway. Their twin blonde heads looking up in surprise.

The smaller one spoke first. "Hello."

The older one buried her head in her knees and continued crying.

"Are you hurt?" Killian asked as he approached.

The small green eyed girl shook her head. "No. She is just scared. She doesn't know where her Mom and Dad are."

Killian dropped to one knee next to the girls, trying his best not to look imposing and hiding his hook behind his back.

"Where are your parents?" KIllian concentrated on the more responsive younger girl.

"I don't know where my parents are but I haven't lost them. I'm an orphan." she said with a shrug.

Killian raised his eyebrows impressed by the little girl's calm. Her full, round face didn't bear a trace of concern or fear for her current circumstances.

"Well then come with me. I will take care of you." Killian offered a smile but the girl shook her head.

"I am not supposed to go anywhere with strangers." She crossed her arms stubbornly and Killian felt a warm tug at his heart.

"Ah. Quite right lass." he extended his hand. "I am Killian Jones. I help the sheriff and I promise I will help you too." The child eyed his hand for a moment and then glanced at her friend who had stopped crying to watch the exchange. Killian bit back a laugh, waiting for the girl to decide to trust him. She gave a nod and solemnly placed her small hand in his. They shook and she grinned at him, her green eyes sparkling.

"Nice to meet you Mr. Jones. "

"You can call me Killian. Now what shall I call you?"

"My name is Emma and this is Elsa." Killian's eyebrows shot up. It was a stunning coincidence these two little girls having the same names and sharing a few features with the Snow Queen's new "family".

"What lovely names. Now do you girls remember where you live? Perhaps your parents are at home worrying about you."

Again Emma spoke first. "I live at 4895 Lincoln Ave."

Elsa, wiped at her eyes, lifted her chin and replied in a firm voice. "I live in the castle. With my parent's the King and Queen."

Emma rolled her eyes. "There are no Kings or Queens in America."

"America? This is Arendelle and my parents are the King and Queen."

Killian stared at the two girls in amazement and then wonders how he didn't see it before. The bright green of the eyes, the stubborn stance, the calm manner and the way she was helping Elsa. These girls didn't share names with Elsa and Emma. They were, somehow, impossibly, younger versions of the strong women that Killian had said goodbye to only hours ago.

"Magic." he muttered and let out a low groan causing the two girls to stop bickering and turn to him. He ran a hand over his face and then quickly tried to cover his consternation with a smile.

"Emma, Elsa. How did you get here?"

Both girls shrug their shoulders and shake their heads. This time Elsa speaks. "We don't know. I went to sleep in my room and woke up here." Emma nods in agreement. Killian takes a moment to think. He needs to find Regina and figure out what the hell is going on but dragging the two girls through the street, especially Elsa who is sure to be overwhelmed by the strangeness of Storybrooke, does not seem wise. Granny's is nearby and he quickly decides that is the best option. He gives a short nod.

"Well if you just woke up we should get you some breakfast. Come with me. I will take care of you until we can get you back home." Killian rose to his feet. Elsa scrambled to stand and then quickly grabbed Killian's hand. He was startled by the icy coldness of her hand but said nothing. Emma walked around to his other side.

"Oh! Cool!" Emma exclaimed as she wrapped her small hand around his hook, her eyes shining. "What happened to your hand?"

"Uh…" Killian hesitated wondering what would be an acceptable answer to give a child. "I lost it.

Emma tilted her head as Killian began to walk, gently pulling the children with him.

"Did someone cut it off?"

"Yes."

"Like Captain Hook?"

Killian chuckled. "Yes. Exactly like Captain Hook."

Emma nodded satisfied with his answer.

As they crossed the street Killian felt Elsa clutch his hand tighter and he noticed an increase in the snow that was falling around them. But the little princess made no noise and her steps didn't falter. He admired her bravery and gave her hand a squeeze. Emma, on the other hand, was not interested in her surroundings. Her eyes were on his hook. She ran her fingers up to his brace, pushing up the sleeve of his jacket to get a better look, then she pulled on it. Having satisfied her curiosity she began to skip, swinging his arm back and forth widely. Killian made no move to chastise or stop her, he was too enchanted by her curiosity and exuberance.

They entered an empty Granny's and Emma released his hook; running straight to the bar and climbing up on a stool. Elsa still clung to his hand, her body nudging closer to him as her eyes took in the room. He shot her a smile.

"This is a place where people eat food." He explained softly before raising his voice so Emma could hear. "Are you hungry?"

"Starving!" Emma called as she spun on her stool.

"Oi! Be careful!" Killian jumped forward pulling Elsa with him. Emma stopped immediately the joy fleeing from her face.

"I'm sorry." she apologized, a heartbreaking tremor to her voice that softened Killian instantly.

"No little love. It's fine. Go ahead and spin."

She tipped her head up, a hopeful smile on her face. "Really?"

In that instant Killian knew he would deny this little version of Emma nothing (in that respect absolutely nothing had changed).

"Really." he grinned back.

As Emma happily continued spinning Elsa released Killian's hand and tentatively climbed up on the nearby stool. She didn't spin but she was markedly more comfortable with her surroundings. Killian walked behind the bar and looked for something to feed the girls. Settling on some giant muffins that he knew from experience were very filling. While the girls ate Killian walked to the far side of the room and called David's phone. It went straight to voicemail and he left a brief message telling the Prince he was with Emma and Elsa and to meet him at Granny's as soon as possible.

He turned back to watch the girls swinging their legs and animatedly talking while muffin crumbs accumulated on the floor. It was clear that whatever had happened the girls retained no memories of their adult lives. They had been magically regressed to childhood both physically and mentally. Having no magical knowledge himself Killian realized he would need to keep the girls calm and occupied until reinforcements arrived. He took a deep breath, a little nervous about the prospect. He walked back to the counter with a wide smile firmly in place.

"So. What shall we do next?"

"Tell us a story!" Emma answered without hesitation. Elsa nodded. Killian was relieved at the ease of the request. He could tell a story.

"Okay. Follow me darlings."

The girls jumped eagerly from their stools and followed him into Granny's small sitting room. Rushing through the door with a shout and jumping onto the couch in a fit of giggles. Killian moved to sit in the chair opposite, his mind already trying to pick a suitable tale.

"No sit here." Emma gestured to a space between the two girls. Killian paused and stripped off his leather coat, laying it on the back of the chair before settling in between the two bouncing princesses. Emma immediately scooted closer her hand lifting his arm so she could lean against his chest. Elsa twisted tucking her legs underneath herself and facing Killian with an expectant face.

"Now. What story should I tell?

"Peter Pan!" came the immediate response from Emma.

Killian stifled a groan. He knew that in this land he was a character in some twisted version of the truth about Neverland. Henry had even tried to explain it the last time they went sailing but he didn't really know how the tale should go.

"How about Snow White?" he offered, sure he could give a reasonable account of her parent's love story.

Emma wrinkled her nose and shook her head. "No. That has kissing and an Evil Queen. I want Peter Pan!"

Killian let out a low chuckle. "Okay. But you may have to help me with some of the details."

Emma's face broke out into a sunny smile and she nodded her head before laying it down on his chest. He took a moment to compose his thoughts.

"Once in a far away realm called Neverland. There lived a boy named Peter Pan. This boy had magic and he never got old. He stayed young."

Emma shook her head against his chest. "No that's not how it goes. You have to say 'all children except one grow up'." She paused and Killian dutifully repeated her words. "Now you tell us about Wendy, John and Michael."

"What about them lass?" Killian remembered the young girl named Wendy that they had brought back from Neverland but he didn't have a clue how she fit into a story about Peter Pan. Luckily Emma seemed to know the story by heart and with some prompting ended up telling most of it herself. It was an adventure story with Pan as the hero and Captain Hook the villainous pirate that kidnaps the Lost Boys and poisons Peter. When Emma tells how Tinkerbell drinks poison to save Pan Killian has to bite his cheek to keep from laughing. When Pan feeds Captain Hook to a crocodile Killian can't help but be amazed at the way that detail had become distorted. When Emma finished the story by telling how all of the Lost Boys flew away from Neverland and got adopted her eyes are bright. Killian feels a stab in his heart. He realized why she likes this story so much, it's not just the adventure, it's the idea of a bunch of orphans finding a home.

"And they all lived happily ever after. The end." Emma declared with a sigh.

Killian glanced at Elsa and realized that she had fallen asleep. Emma yawned against his chest and Killian raised his hand to stroke her soft golden hair. Killian felt a deep contentment welling through his chest, his worries about their predicament temporarily soothed by the little body at his side. After days of Rumplestilskin holding his heart captive and worrying about the coming spell it was a relieve to just sit and breath for once.

The peace was short lived. There is a loud crash as the front door of Granny's is banged open. Killian starts and he feels Emma jump, her body tensing.

"PIRATE! Where are you?" Prince Charming's voice roars with an angry edge that has Killian rising to a defensive stance. Elsa startles awake and Emma moves across the couch to hug her.

"Stay behind me." Killian struggles to keep his voice steady but his mind is buzzing. Was the Prince still affected by the spell of shattered sight? How would Killian be able to protect the girls and not harm David? He didn't have the time to answer because David came bursting through the door, his sword drawn, his face murderous.

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Authors Note: As per usual my "drabble" has turned into a full ficlet. This should be a few chapters. No plot besides fixing the girls. But lots of kid!Emma, kid!Elsa, shenanigans. So follow for that! Fun fact: reviews are scientifically proven to increase my update speed! =)