Consider this story done for now, I have no other plans for it. I hope you all like the ending. Remember, I am always open to prompts for ONE SHOTS, so if you have any ideas, PM me or leave it in a review. Sorry for the delay. There's this really annoying thing in life called Finals... ughh.. I cringe at the thought, so that's sort of why I take so long to update. Enjoy! :)

"No..." Emma says, slowly backing away. Snow lets go of her daughter and so does David. It cannot be as simple as a sleeping curse, because that would be too easy, and she cannot handle false hope at this point.

"Why would Pan put Hook under a sleeping curse?" David demands as Snow consoles their daughter.

"I would think that the Captain wasn't his intended target." Regina replies nonchalantly.

Not his target? No... no... no. Emma remembers the way Peter's stupid grin faded as Hook plummeted to the ground, but it was not because he wanted Emma to get hit by the arrow... no, his eyes were on...

"Mary Margaret." He wanted to make sure I was an orphan. Snow was closer to Emma when Pan possessed Henry to shoot the poisoned arrow, so he probably expected her to jump in front of Emma, he did not perceive that Killian would save her. And with David sentenced to die by dream shade in a few hours, Pan had no idea that he was cured yet, it would have been highly unlikely that he would be able to give her true love's kiss by the time the sleeping curse would take effect. "It was meant for you."

"Why would he target me?" Snow whimpers as David wraps his arm around her waist.

"He wanted to make me a lost girl. He wanted you both dead." Emma manages to say.

"I guess we both owe Hook thanks." David nods towards the comatose pirate. If Hook did not lead David to the spring the day before, Emma would have no family left.

"I'm sorry Mom, Grandma." Henry turns from Regina to hug both women. "It's all my fault."

"Henry!" Regina scolds. "Do not blame yourself for this."

"This is all Pan's fault, you did not cause this." Emma pitches in.

"But it is... I gave Pan my heart willingly..." He moves away from the women towards the Captain's motionless body.

"It's not your fault kid." Emma presses. Killian.

"Darling, as much as I enjoy a good rest, I think it's about time you wake this old pirate up." He stands over his own body, but his eyes never leave Emma."

"The only problem is how do we wake him up?" Emma asks the real people right in front of her.

"True love's kiss." Snow replies, looking intently at her daughter.

"So what? We just put him out on display for every woman in Storybrooke to kiss him and hope one of them is his true love?"

"It doesn't work like that Emma. True love isn't that simple, you have to be in love with the person for it to work."

"So, then how do we wake him up?" She repeats impatiently.

"Oh you don't." A snarky voice emanates from the doorway. Gold. "I see you've found our dear dear Captain."

"Papa." Neal warns, emerging from behind the Dark One.

"What do you mean, we don't, Gold?"

"Well, it's quite simple really," he fiddles his fingers in the air dramatically. "She's dead."

"Mama wasn't Hook's true love." Neal protests, and he and Emma share a knowing look.

"What do you want Gold? Did you know about this?" Regina snaps.

"You mean, did I know my adolescent father did to my enemy what you did to yours? No. And the only reason that I am here dearie, is because my son asked me to be."

"And what do you recommend?" Emma growls impatiently. "We just leave him like this?"

"What I suggest, Miss Swan, is that you remember who you're marrying."

"What are you implying Gold?" Emma growls, she can see from the corner of her eye that Regina is amused by the entire matter.

"That you should ignore your, how should I say this, desires and do what's right for your son, rather than follow in the footsteps of my ex wife, the pirate's whore." Son of a bitch!

"Papa! How could you say that?" Neal scolds, at the same time Mary Margaret and David threaten them. Emma is too appalled to even speak.

"Because that's where Miss Swan is heading with her feelings for this filth. And I won't the Captain do to you what he did to me."

"HOW DARE YOU!" Emma screams. Silence ensues. Killian deserves better than to have his mortal enemy reduce him, especially after what he did for them.

For Henry.

For her.

"Emma." Neal tries, but she puts her hand up to quiet him.

"I owe him my life, and Gold, you do too. If it wasn't for Killian you would still be in that box. And you know what? Yeah I care for him! But I would never do anything to hurt my son..."

"STOP!"

Everyone looks at Henry who gets in between of his mother and grandfather, before a flame fight ensues.

"You guys are not helping. Hook needs true love's kiss, not for all of you to go to war

." He turns to Emma. "You have to try it. You have to kiss him."

"Kid..."

"It's okay Emma." She's surprised to see Neal prompting her. "I'll be out in the hallway." There is an undeniable sadness evident on the man's face as he looks his fiancee in the eye, begging her to never forget them. She loves Neal but she also loves Hook, and right now Killian is her priority.

"Bae!" Rumple exclaims.

"Papa, it's okay."

"No it's not okay!" The Dark One growls. "I will not let that man steal

Emma from you, the way he stole your mother from me!"

"I think that it would be best for you to leave Gold." Regina orders, holding her son close. Henry looks up at his grandfather in fear.

"Come on Papa." Neal pleads, leading his father out of the room. As the two of them leave, the attention is turned back on the Captain who is still sound asleep, looking peaceful yet distraught.

"Mom, you have to do it." Henry repeats, but Emma cannot do it. She can't kiss him and hope that they care about each other enough for the curse to pass.

"I... um... I need a moment." She says slowly backing up towards the door. She spins around and dashes out, past Gold and Neal who are sitting at the waiting area, past Dr. Whale who is confused at hell, past a few protesting nurses, who watch as she locks herself in a storage closet.

It's a small room, with no windows, dimmed lights and a cold, hard tiled floor. The walls are bleach white lined with shelves and drawers filled with gauze, needles, tubing, bandages, gloves, pillows and sum sheets. A small fridge is at the edge, to which Emma has no problem ransacking, finding blood bags, intravenous fluid and a few water bottles left by staff. She needs to get her mind off of Killian, off her engagement to Neal, off of everything.

Her dry cracking lips push her body to snatch one of the water bottles and rip the cap open, her mind pushing aside the fact that the bottle had been lying next to blood bags for God knows how long. As she attacks the bottles, rogue droplets moves past her lips, trailing down her neck, and she ignores it until a rough finger smoothes across its path.

"They say it's rude not to offer your guest something to drink." He is there. Of course.

"So you're obviously not a ghost, considering you're alive." Emma says capping the bottle. "So what are you, and what do you want from me?"

He laughs.

"Call me your conscience." Hook's body... no, his form strides dangerously closer to hers, until she can breathe in what he exhales. Why she can touch him, is beyond her considering so far he's been a ghost, walking through her, disappearing, masking Neal. "Gold lied when he said no magic was in play. He saw me and so did the Queen" He continues. "It's your magic."

What do you mean? Emma thinks.

"You missed me. You care for me so much that accepting Neal's proposal made you feel guilty and as a result you conjured me up."

"So what? You're just a figment of my imagination?" Emma asks disbelieving.

"No, Swan." He laughs again. "I am very bloody real." His face grows serious. "And I can't bear to see you in pain or know that Baelfire is touching you when I am the one you've chosen." Damn why was he allowed to read her thoughts. "I need you Emma."

Its not a plea or lie, it's pure truth, pure want and desire.

"What about Milah?" It comes out breathy. Way to ruin the moment Emma.

"It's not even the fact that she's gone anymore. I've never fallen so hard for another woman, even Milah, until you came into my life."

Her mouth parts as she crashes it towards his. This kiss... it's unbearable. Just like she remembered. He attacks her mouth just as forcefully as she does his. Until that bucket of ice water falls upon her head.

"No!" She pulls away, on the verge of tears. "You're not him! You're not real. This isn't real!"

"I am real love!" He grasps her wrists with his hand and hook. "And this could be too; all you have to do is wake me up." His mouth covers hers again, and she can't help it she moans and runs her hands all over his hair, his neck, his back.

Realization finally hits her hard.

I love him.

She feels light headed, wanting, lustful. But she has to break this kiss because she still needs answers. He rests his forehead against hers after they both break, panting heavily.

"It's too bad I won't remember this when I wake." Killian says.

"I need to know who dug at your grave." She can sense his disappointment when she changes the subject as his breathing returns to normal almost instantly.

"It was my first mate." William Smee? Why? "Once you allowed my soul passage to this realm, I visited him, seems as if the rat is scared of his Captain, even in death. Telling you I was alive wouldn't have passed, you love, are too stubborn for your own good, you couldn't even believe I was real. You needed to see me to believe."

"So you got him to dig your coffin out."

"Yes." He scratches his ear nervously. "Emma there's something you should know."

"Emma?" She steps away from Killian, and turns her head to the sound of her mother's voice. "Are you alright?"

"Yeah... I..." she looks back to where Hook is supposed to be, but he's gone. But that does not matter, because he will be with her soon. She loves the bastard. She knows that it's going to be a long talk with Neal... and Henry, but it will be worth it. Eventually.

She opens the door to see her parents looking at her worried.

"I'm okay. I can do this." She tells them. But it's more for her own motivation that she says these words.

The surrounding people all stare at her as she follows the royals back to the hospital room. Gold appears as if he's trying to restrain himself as his son looks on sadly. Meanwhile inside Hook's room, all eyes are on the pirate, lying soundlessly in that damned white fluffy bathrobe.

I can do this. I need this. I need him.

Emma looks to her mother and father, who nod back at her encouragingly, while her son smiles back at her in the arms of an indifferent Regina. She leans over the pirate, looking at his pale form.

I love you Killian. She thinks, and dives in to kiss him on the lips. His lips are soft in even through the time spent dead to the world, it feels just like when she kissed him in Neverland, except for the lack if warmth and cockiness radiating through his body. But what should be seconds feels like eons as, contrary to Neverland, his lips don't move with hers.

Nothing is happening. That can only mean one thing.

He doesn't love me back.

Her heart breaks at that moment, creating a wrenching pain in her chest and she can feel her eyes beginning to moisten.

Is that what his soul was trying to tell her, that he doesn't love her back?

But then the most amazing thing happens.

A flash of light.

A burst of energy.

A breath of life.

A vivid blue.

Lips mold into hers, tongues breach the defenses and battle away.

Breathless moans protest when it is time to come up for air.

"Swan."

It... it worked.

"Killian?" She gasps.

Oh God! He's alive. He. Is. Alive.

He stares up at her a little confused and then a sated grin overwhelms his perfectly lively face.

"If this is heaven, I should have died sooner."

She cannot help but smile with him, even though she wants to slap him for the mere mention of death.

"Sorry mate, but you're very much alive." David says, torn between wanting to welcome his buddy back and his fist wanting to welcome his face for kissing his daughter.

"So it would seem." Hook groans, trying to prop himself upwards. "What the bloody hell happened?"

"You were under a sleeping curse." Snow explains.

"Wha... but... the dream shade?... Swan... Emma, you kissed me." Killian realizes.

"I did." She admits, with a shy smile.

"You guys are each other's true love!" Henry states happily and both adults try to process his words.

Killian turns his gaze back towards Emma.

"We'll give you some time alone." Mary Margaret smiles. David and Henry both pout as the princess rushes them off and Emma and Killian send her a look of gratitude.

"You love me Swan?" For someone back from the dead, he is sure to the point. She can tell that he is trying to suppress a smile. A stupid stupid smile that she wants to smack off or kiss off. In a heartbeat, she crushes her lips to his once more and he moans, tangling his hand in her hair. He tastes salty like the sea, an intoxicating breath of rum and cinnamon and he tastes better than anything Granny could cook up. Pouring all the passion into the kiss, she playfully nips at his bottom lip giving it a sharp tug, and he reciprocates with an impressive move with his tongue causing her to moan in his mouth. It takes moments for them to break, both hesitant to do so, but their unfortunate for oxygen rips them from each other. "I thought this was a onetime thing." An infuriating smirk forms from his swollen lips.

But she can't think about that kiss now. Seeing him so carefree and acting as if he was not dead for a whole year

"Never ever do this again!" She practically screams at him. "I thought you were dead, I thought we lost you. We buried you! I mourned you! You were not here when I needed you most. You left before I could tell you that I love you and..."

He cuts her off with his lips.

"I love you Emma Swan." He cups her face gently in his hand and she cannot stop the tears of joy running down her face.

"Never leave me again." She pleads. "I need you. I love you."

"I will never leave you my love, because you are my life."

A year since he woke from the sleeping curse. A year since she ended her engagement to Neal. He took it pretty calmly, saying that he knew that her heart wasn't set on him. A year since Tinkerbell mustered up the courage to kiss Neal. A year since Emma and Killian professed their love to each other. A year since he proposed.

A month since the wedding of Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones and Princess Emma Swan. A month since Regina found love with the King of thieves, Robin Hood. A month since Snow and Charming gave birth to Emma's baby brother. A month since Neal proposed to Tinkerbell.

A week since Emma discovered she was carrying twins. A week since Killian got his hand back. A week since Emma had to go to some high school reunion. A week since that ex teenager flirted with Emma's husband. A week since Killian punched out that former jock who tried to touch his wife. A week since he got to see what the inside of a New York prison looked like. A week since Captain Hook got to experience the hormonal rage that was his angry pregnant wife.

A day since everyone returned to the Enchanted Forest. A day since they spent their first night in the castle. A day since Henry accidentally walked in on them doing so. A day since Emma Swan's first Christmas feeling complete, with her whole family by her side and her true love.

And now she doesn't mind that she was haunted.

She's glad that she never forgot him.

She's glad she held onto a ghost.

Because now she has everything she ever wanted.

Him.

Done! Hope you all enjoyed it! Don't forget to review :) Down Boy should be posted soon, I basically wrote the last chapter, I just need a good ending. Expect the next Chapter of Bleed My Heart Dry at like Dec 20th ish... EXAMS FINALS, so yeah. Have a great day/night :)

-XoxPhoenix10