A/N: Well, I got this prompt some time this morning, and well, I went to school and started to write it but I forgot one important detail…the cell! So, you guys get two one shots for the price of one! Yay!

PROMPT: A short but amazing one-shot of how Hook fell in love with Emma. From where it started till the very end where he's lying in a cell with her, his head in her lap, telling her just exactly why he fell in love with her in the first place. He's dying from something Cora did. AND SO! he just tells the story of how he fell in love, and end it with a wonderful HOPE that leaves everything up to the imagination of the reader !

"God damn!" Emma curses as she bangs against her jail cell that kept her from getting back to Henry. Rumpel had ruined the portal. He and Regina had made it impossible for them to get through the portal without dying. They had been winning too, Hook, last minute joined their side to defeat Cora. But it had been all for nothing. She would never see Henry's face again. "I just got him back…" Emma cries as she holds onto the bars of the cell.

"You think this is it, lass?" A voice that she immediately recognizes: Killian. "Killia—Hook?" Emma turns around and looks into the darkest parts of her cell. She hears him echo out a laugh, "Back to Hook now, love?" He seems lighthearted; "You didn't feel that way when we almost defeated Cora."

"Where are you, Hook." Emma demands as her eyes searches for him.

"I'm right here…" He grunts. Emma hears him shift in the shadows and spots his form laying in the darkest part of the prison. "Why are you hiding, Hook?" Emma says as she walks to his form, "Let me see you." She asks.

"Love, I am going to need some help moving." Killian says bitterly, his pride wounded.

"What do you mean?" Emma asks as she walks over to his side, "What is going on?" She places her arms under his and pulls him into the small bit of sunlight that is in the cell. "Oh…my…god…" Emma stares down at the deadly look man who did not meet her gaze. "Hook…what happened."

"Call me, Killian, love. We are partners." He says in a seductive sarcasm. Emma gives him a look, but does not object. In his pitiful state, she has no clue what to do. "Yeah, sure" Emma replies quietly gazing down at his injuries; his body has a thin layer of perspiration and is too cold to the touch. He is unnaturally ghostly pale with black marks are in the place veins are. "Killian…" She whispers, "Look at me."

Reluctantly, Killian slow opens his eyes. "Oh dear god…" Emma whispers as she stares at his eyes that look like there are tempest veils are in his eyes. Sinister grey swirls around his pupil: he resembles a blind man. "C-can you see?" Emma stutters out.

"No, love I can't." He says bitterly and reaches to touch her face, to feel the softness of her cheeks and lips, the flutter of her eyelashes, the warmth she gives off. "What happened, please tell me." Emma begs as she pulls him into her lap, wiping the droplets of sweat off his forehead. He sighs, his glossy eyes looking at her, yet not, "It is a curse, lass." Even though, Killian cannot see her, being able to touch her face is enough for him. Within his own mind, he can envision her from his memories. "It is a blood curse, similar to poison, love."

Emma placed her hand over Killian's helping him trace her face, "You are dying, aren't you?" She examines, trying to hold back the tears.

"Emma, love don't cry…" Killian answers softly as he lightly strokes his fingers over her cheek. "I'm not…" Her throat cracks, "…yet"

"Ah, love…" Killian takes her hands into his solitary hand and pecks it, "There is no need to be sorrowful."

"You are dying"

Killian gives a throaty faint laugh, "Oh Emma." He runs his fingers through her glistening, golden locks, "You are bloody marvelous." Even visionless, he still sees the way she looks, from the day she held the dagger to his throat, he never once forgot her, "So compassionate, stubborn, bloody brilliant. My stunning swan." He feels warm teardrops gliding down her face, "Emma, pet, I said not to weep."

Emma does not reply; however, simply wails into his hand.

"Emma, Emma, Emma…" He smiles, "I love you—but," he hesitates and wipes her tears away, "You already knew that, didn't you, lass? You saw right through me even from the start."

"Hoo-"

"Killian." He interrupts her harshly, his eyes narrowing, "Emma, call me Killian."

"I'm so sorry…" Emma whispers, softly, "But I don—"

"Oh, Emma," He cuts her off once more, "Don't lie to me. You are an open book." He taps her on her temple, "I can see—saw, how you feel in your eyes. I have heard it in your voice since the climb from the beanstalk." He grazes his thumb over her lips, "I know you have been alone…and I only wish that I had been able to show you the man I truly am. I am not just a spiteful pirate. I am too a man…and you, love were the first woman to ever best me."

"Gods, woman, even when you left me at the top of the beanstalk, I couldn't get my mind off of you, lass. So determined. I knew, even how angry I had been, I knew you were doing it for you boy. I knew I had no room to compete with that rascal. And when you knew something had been wrong with Aurora, I knew you would not believe what Cora said. You are bloody brilliant, love. I knew then, the protection you had, the intelligence, your bloody determination, I knew. Gods, I knew I loved you."

"Oh, Killian…" Emma feels strangely warm and happy on the inside, but as the deadly curse attacks his body she becomes more and more scared…scared at the thought of losing the man who just spilled his heart out to her. The man who had been in the worst shape when she had first met him (excluding the curse) had been confessing his love to her. "I don't blame you. I knew you had a goal, and so did I. I just couldn't let anyone get in the way of going home. I…couldn't have a distraction."

"I know, love." He sighs, "I know. He is apart of your life, and a big one at that. You don't have to admit it to me, love. I know you love me. In your world, you claim true love doesn't exist, but here, love, it is truly real. You know when it happens." He smiles as he continues to traces her face, trying to install it into his memory.

"Killian…" Emma leans down and kisses his forehead, "I wish this had been different."

"Aye, me too, love."

Swoosh.

"Well, not to break up this pity party, but I think it is time, you both leave this prison." A figure had jumped out from a whirling smoke of purple and black.

"Haha!" Killian laughs, "Jefferson? Is that you, old friend? Get over here, lad!" Killian turns his head to where he thought Jefferson is located.

"No offense, Hook." Jefferson responds taunting, "I'd rather I get us all back to Storybrooke in one piece, before Cora storms down here."

"Ah, too bad, Jefferson…" Killian mumbles, "This isn't any hope for me. Emma, love go with him." Killian drops his hand to his lap, "Go, love."

"I won't leave you…" She whispers. Turning to the Mad Hatter, "Jefferson, how did you get here? I thought your hat only had the ability to jump through magical realms…that is what Rumpel told me." Her gloomy grayish eyes bore into his deep, Cimmerian chocolate ones. "He is right…" Jefferson says unconcernedly, "Only he brought magic into that realm, so wah-la, I am here."

"What about Snow? And Aurora? And Mulan?" Emma demands. "All safe back in Storybrooke, now all I need is you—rather both of you two if I must insist."

Emma nods, "Help me carry him, please."

"Emma, love, leave me here. I am dead, at this point."

"But you aren't dead, not yet. I won't let you die. No. I won't." Emma groans as she holds one arm as Jefferson clutches the other, "Lets go home…" She whispers into his ear. She halts at the portal, "Killian?"

"Yes, love?" He answers her. She turns his face towards her, "I love you." And before he could speak, she presses her lips onto his. Killian chuckles a laugh, "Oh, love, and I, you."

Jefferson rolls his eyes and nods to Emma. "Jump!"

A luminous flood of light encircles all three forms and hurled them back to the place of where they must and desire to be, and the gateway with it's swirling depth of purple, closes off the kingdom of the fairytales.

Does he live? Does he not live? I don't know. This is up to you, dear read. The next chapter is the same prompt, however, it is in Storybrooke!

Anyways, review, let me know how I did and if you enjoyed it!