Maze: Part II

Chapter Twelve: Memories

A/N: Long time no see my friends! This is the penultimate chapter (not including an epilogue I'm contemplating) and then I will be launching my efforts into my new CS AU fic (check it out if you haven't already 'O Mistress Mine'. But for now, enjoy.

Sorry for any typos or anything. I'm contemplating getting a beta reader for 'O Mistress Mine', do you think it's a good idea? And if so, any recommendations or offers? I can't garentee that I'll accept as I'm still just thinking about it

"So this is your lover, Miss Swan?" an amused voice floated over her shoulder.

She broke the kiss and turned around, "Emperor Adamantas, a pleasure."

Adamantas smiled wide with bright white teeth. He was not what Emma had expected. He had dark skin which contrasted sharply with his short cropped platinum hair which sat as mass upon his head. He wore battle armor, with a gold and red phoenix painted along his chest plate. He had a streak of gold braided into his hair. Overall, he looked oddly glamorous for someone who was around fifty years old.

He smiled, full of warmth. "I regret dearly that I may not be much a pleasure. Your fiancé has stolen my son and until I get him back… I must show no mercy," he apologised and Emma believed him.

She returned the smile, appreciating honesty for once. "What plans do you have for me then?"

"It's quite unfortunate," he explained, making no move towards Emma, "I must hurt him and to do that I must-"

"Hurt his heart," Killian echoed bitterly. The Emperor nodded sadly, but still smiling, keeping the mood light.

"Such a waste of a beautiful lady – and man. I would've had good use for you in my forces."

"Not him."

"Not her."

They said forcefully at the same time. Adamantas only look apologetic.

"Emma," Killian breathed into her ear, "I can't let you die." And Emma took his hand and squeezed it.

"We won't," she murmured before turning to the Emperor to say, "I too must apologise because I'm afraid I have a strong desire to live."

"How unfortunate," Adamantas replied.

"Here's the thing, in reality I have only known Gabriel for about a month-"

His eyebrows raised, "I was under the illusion that-"

"You see he has an awful habit, our Lord Harthorn," Emma continued smoothly, "of stealing people. Of which you know very well. And it happens that he stole me and Killian here as we were travelling between two worlds. He trapped us in Maze until he decided we were punished enough to join his world. Then he stripped us of our memories and created false lives for us. Making us forget that we love each other, and making me believe I am an orphan and childless. When in fact I'm a daughter of the King and Queen of the Enchanted Forest and I have a son who was stolen from me-" Adamantas inhaled sharply. "And that's why we were travelling between worlds. Killian was helping me and my family save my son. I need to get back to them and to him. But until then I will be your ally and I will help you to destroy Gabriel Harthorn and everything he's built."

A silence fell across the marbled room as Adamantas regarded her, she knew by the way he regarded her with respect and compassion that he would let them live.

"Of course I won't kill you or your lover, Miss Swan. You will make a great ally to Salveta," he assured her, waving his hand to dismiss his guards. "Once we have found and disposed of Lord Harthorn, I will put all my efforts into helping you get back to your son."

David was helping Martha into a carriage, when it struck. A wave of golden magic came rushing through the streets, blowing away the dense smog of gunfire and raising gasps from every individual it struck. When the warmth touched his heart he felt Rumpelstiltskin's spell wash off him, as he grew several inches – not to mention the startled cry Martha gave.

"Oh shit, this is not pleasant," Finn muttered, blinking and shaking his head as he struggled with the two lives which now lived within his mind.

Patting him on the back comfortingly David said, "You get used to it, trust me."

"So this is what you really look like, huh?" Finn asked, "You still don't look old enough to be Emma's dad."

David gave a wry smile, "It's a long story which includes wardrobe portals and being frozen in time."

"Sounds like quite the ad-"

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?!" Martha cried, "And tell me why I remember two different lives and why Phillip looks completely different?!"

Finn took her hands in his, squeezing them comfortingly. "It's a very long story but to keep it short, Lord Harthorn has been building up the population of Cathatores by stealing people from other worlds and wiping their memories. Phillip here is actually called David and is Emma's real father, he came here to save her."

"And Ho- Jones," David added, forgetting momentarily that they didn't know of Hook's moniker.

"Then we need to get you to Emma!" Martha exclaimed, pulling Finn with her as she moved back further in the carriage. "She'll be at the Palace but who knows what the Emperor has done to her."

Emma and Killian were left alone in her room approximately five minutes before he pushed her roughly up against a wall and kissed her. She sighed into the kiss, knotting her fingers tightly in his hair and he rocked his hips up to meet hers, giving a groan as they did. She felt his hardness through her dress and smirked proudly. Feeling her smirk against his lips, he took it as a challenge. He quickly unlaced her dress and allowed it to pool at her ankles. But he didn't stop there, as he pressed wet kisses down along the column of her neck, along her shoulders and against her collarbone, he quickly got rid of the remaining clothing so she was standing stark naked in front of him.

He withdrew, giving his eyes a moment to look her up and down, marveling at her beauty. Feeling self-conscious, she pulled him back, slamming her mouth against hers and entrapping him within a feverishly hot kiss. She pushed his shirt off his shoulders (wondering when on earth she had unbuttoned it) as he sucked on her lower lip. Earning him a short gasp and her hips drawing up to meet his. Another groan and his hands were on her breasts, running his thumb along the sensitive nub of her nipple and, drawing his mouth down, sucking and nibbling the other. She moaned sharply as he did so, letting her eyes fall closed as he did wondrous things to her. Slowly his mouth trailed back up her body until his ragged breath was washing over her mouth.

"That's the only thing I am thankful for in from this retched city. Two hands," he whispered against her lips and before she could agree with him his mouth was on hers again, sweeping his tongue along her lower lip and scooping her up, and off her feet. Without a single stumble, he guided her to the bed and softly sitting her on the edge of it. Pausing once again to look her over. Then he went onto his knees and pushed her legs open. Gasping softly as she realised what he was about to do, she moved forward and spread her lips wide to allow him easy access.

He placed feather soft kisses along the inside of her thighs as his fingers searched further upwards. She moaned as his finger slipped inside her and even more when he entered two. Once he had her panting and wide eyed, he withdrew them. Only to replace them with his tongue. His scruff scratched against her but the contrast between the pleasure and the burn only seemed to elicit more loud moans from her. Just when she was about to topple over the edge, he pulled back. Letting the cold surround her.

It was only when he started chuckling that she realised the murderous glare she was sending him, but the chuckle died on his lips when she pulled him towards her, slipping her hands under his waistline to grasp him. She smirked at the animalistic noise it earned her in response. Without thinking, he undid his trousers and kicked them off before proceeding to climb on top of her. Skin to skin. His mouth found her neck and his fingers, her breasts. He tortured her with his sucking and toying, driving her closer and closer but never giving her enough. That was until, without any warning he drove into her. Her head flew backwards into the bed and he moaned into her ear. He gave her a moment to recover and adjust to his size before he started thrusting.

She could feel it in the way they both shuddered and moaned with broken voices that they were both very close to the edge. Her nails dug into the skin on his back as they hips crashed against each other, becoming messier and messier with every thrust. "Emma," he gasped, "Oh my Emma."

Now emotions also flooded her overflowing system, she wished to say something back but all she could do was gasp and moan and touch his lips with desperate kisses.

Then she felt herself tumbling, climaxing more powerfully than she'd ever done before. Fire and electricity flooded her vision and she found herself drowning in it. She cried as he did, their sounds merging together into one pure sound of pleasure. He rode out the climax with shaky thrusts, swearing and cursing as he did so.

And then he gave a final shudder and rolled off of her. Amidst the chaos of her mind, their fingers found each other and they intertwined. She gave a happy sigh because for just one singular moment, everything was okay.

An hour or so later, after they'd spoken softly to each other across the pillows, occasionally laughing but always smiling, they decided to get up, get dressed again and talk to Emperor Adamantas again. However it seemed like he had gotten there before him, just as they were leaving a Salvetian servant rushed up to them.

"Miss Swan and Captain Jones," she said, "The Emperor asks you to come to the entrance hall, there's someone here by the name David Nolan here for you."

"David?" Emma spluttered, baffled, "That's not possible!" She felt Killian take her hand.

"I'm sorry, Miss Swan. That's what the Emperor told me."

Killian and Emma exchanged a quickly glance. Sensing her reluctance, he squeezed her hand and used the other one to tuck some stray hair behind her ear. "You never know, you family is quite dedicated when it comes to finding one another. If they'd transcend realms to save Henry, they'd do the same for you."

"But if he's not in Neverland saving Henry then-"

"I assume that's why your mother isn't here," he soothed her, smiling gently. "Come on, Swan," he said affectionately, "You've faced scarier men than your father."

She sucked in a deep breath and, clutching Killian's hand tightly, made her way towards the grand staircase. Her heart pounded heavily in her chest as she tried to lower her expectations, she still couldn't be sure it was really-

"EMMA!"

David's cry echoed through the hall and Emma didn't know she'd let go of Killian's hand until she was hurtling down the stairs and flying into her father's arms. Even she was surprised at her sudden affection, but she couldn't help it. She had been without a family too long, she had just felt how it was to lose a parents and there was no way she was ever taking her loving parents for granted again.

"I missed you too," he chuckled, into her hair, his hand cupping the back of her head, the way he always did… And she found tears forming in her eyes.

"So you do know this David Nolan," Adamantas drawled from the other side of the room. "And here was me thinking he was sent to assassinate you. I was so looking forward to murdering someone."

David quickly drew himself in front of Emma, "Excuse me?"

Emma rolled her eyes, "He's a friend, David." Though his stance softened a little, David still glowered at the Emperor who only smiled back.

"What a defensive friend you've got here, Miss Swan," he noted.

"I'm her father," he snapped in return.

"Bit young don't you think?" Adamantas mused.

"Long story," Emma and Killian said hastily at the same time before David's temper got the better of him.

However David only turned around to face the dark haired Captain. "Ah yes, I've meaning to speak to you pirate. You-"

"Emperor Adamantas!" A guard had burst through the wide doors of The Palace. "They found him!" he exclaimed, rushing to his ruler.

"Found who?" David echoed.

Emma inhaled sharply. They'd found Gabriel.