Epilogue

The hat spun wildly, Emma paused observing it, she still wasn't used to the sensation it evoked when it opened, like her soul was in that one instant, split, between hundreds of worlds, hundreds of possibilities... the thread of her magic tasting different in each one.

"Now Love?" Killian gave her a questioning look, the green eyes of the raven haired girl in his arms fixing on her with curiosity as she wrapped her arms around his neck tighter, she already knew the drill, she'd been to more worlds in her short life than most people could even dream about.

"Are we going to Wonderland again mummy?"

Emma smirked, reaching out and brushing her finger down her daughters nose. "No Princess, definitely not."

"Not until you learn that something with the word 'eat me' on it is clearly a trap." Killian snorted, lifting her slightly higher and groaning with the effort; she was getting too big to be carried. "Honestly Alice." Killian added bemused pressing a kiss to her hair. "Are you a Pirate's daughter or not?"

"I thought I was a Princess." Alice muttered, looking sulky, which never bode well, she didn't like being reminded of that little 'accident', apparently spending almost two weeks the size of a door mouse had taught her a lesson though.

Killian rolled his eyes and dropped her onto her feet keeping hold of her hand as Emma grasped her other. "You are a Princess, for today anyway." Emma smiled down at her, "We're going to see Grandma and Grandpa at their palace."

"Will Henry be there?" she asked jumping up and down on the spot with excitement as she eyed the newly opened portal with eagerness.

"Fraid not little buritto." Killian replied. "You know he has a Kingdom to run, he's probably still out making nice with the locals trying to convince them his Evil Queen of a mother has changed."

"Killian." Emma hissed, "Don't call Regina that." She hated it when he referred to her that way, she really didn't want Alice to be tainted by what the woman was, and not who she was now. Even if the two did still occasionally blur; particularly in the wardrobe department, which Alice was just a little too fond of. Something about the dresses...

Killian shrugged, he wasn't going to give Alice the opportunity to trust Regina if her could help it, he liked her to keep a healthy suspicion around dangerous people, but he relented slightly. "Or he's possibly slaying the local Dragon population that resurged, guess all that training you and I gave him is paying off." He winked at his daughter and she beamed.

Emma bent her head down to make a promise to Alice, "We'll go visit Henry and Regina next time."

"Maybe not right away." Killian interjected, "I thought we might go sail the Eastern Ocean of Narnia for a while." he was talking to Alice, but his eyes were fixed on Emma and she smirked slightly at the way they lit up with the prospect of the sea, of adventure. Easy for him to say, he wasn't the one that got the magical whiplash with every world they stepped on.

Not that she'd miss it for anything. She loved their life, because it was theirs.

Killian stroked a hand through Alice's dark hair, seemingly not noticing the flecks of starlight that Emma tried not to see. "But we only get to go sailing under the black sails if you're a good girl, who minds her p's and q's and behaves like a little Princess for the day so that your mother can make nice with the Royal in-laws."

"Spose I can put up with Little Miss-Pouts-a-lot for a little while." Alice muttered, ignoring the moment her parents were trying to have over her head.

"Alice." Emma sighed, exasperated. "How many times have I told you not to call Ava that. Your practically sisters."

"Doesn't mean I have to like her." Alice all but whined. "She's so snobby... and girly. If she makes me play with those blasted china tea cups one more time!"

"Oy swearing!" Emma sighed, having long given up trying to wash her mouth out with soap, she was a Pirate's daughter; she supposed it went with the territory. "Why don't you try and teach her the sword again."

Alice huffed. "She'll only hurt herself... again." Emma tried to suppress the amused smirk, Ava really hadn't inherited much of Snow and David's fire, but she was still young, maybe she'd grow out of the pampered princess thing, she was after all her sister... no matter how different their ages.

"Are we going to just stand around here all day, I don't imagine keeping that thing open is the best thing for your mothers mood little lass." Hook indicated the flickering portal, which Emma refocused her attention on. It was almost too easy now to hold it open, to direct her will into it and reach out and touch the world she desired on the other side, connecting it to hers; wherever hers happened to be. Practice makes perfect she supposed.

"Sorry mommy." Alice sighed, her wide eyes on the portal, barely containing her excitement which seemed to mirror her fathers, she was always far too pleased to jump into the swirling vortex of magic. This was clearly Emma's own fault for having the stupidity to allow Killian to name her Alice. She knew that was going to bite her in the ass, but it wasn't like she had a choice; he'd had genuinely no idea about the significance of the name he'd proposed as they'd explored Wonderland, and she, whether she wanted it or not, understood magic and fairytales. Apparently she'd found her daughters role in her very own, and the tales had to come from somewhere, fighting them just made it worse... typical her daughters had to be the one with the drugged food and drink. But given as Cora had fled back to Wonderland and was still ruling the place as the miserable Queen of Hearts with a little too much 'off with their heads action' she was keeping Alice out of there until she was old enough and had far better sword skills.

Emma pressed a kiss to the top of her head, squeezing her hand lightly, "You don't have to be sorry sweetie. Remember now, take a deep breath."

"And think happy thoughts." Killian smirked, sharing the memory with her as Emma gazed back. They'd done it. They'd actually built a family... and so far they hadn't screwed it up. Not that she'd say it out loud, just in case it jinxed the whole thing. But it turns out Pirate's really were better than Prince's... or at least a hell of a lot more fun.

She jumped, hand in hand with her family, she didn't even need to dig deep to think happy thoughts anymore, they were just there. Apparently Happy Endings really did happen... every now and again, so long as you were willing to fight for them.

- fin -

Authors Note: That's all folks! Many thanks for those of you who have stuck with me to finish this fic, despite the waning canon of our ship. But we can live in hope.

Thank you to those of you who have reviewed. I am despite what people think, not a planner, I have never planned a story, just the initial idea (Emma goes to Neverland), they just happen chapter by chapter and so your reviews are absolutely key in directing the outcome of the story, because they help keep me inspired and guide me as to what people really want to see and how they feel about what is happening. So please feel free to let me know, the good and the bad, it all helps to make me hopefully a better writer.

Also, as this fic was written a while ago and has changed substantially since the initial premise I was thinking about updating the blurb, to make it better reflect the tone and content of the finished article. If anyone has any suggestions feel free to leave them in the review section or PM me.

Thanks all, hopefully will see you again soon when the muse next strikes.