Hey everyone, so I'm so happy to have BSMH have such a big following, but with OUAT drawing to a close or the possibility of season seven without Emma Swan, I've decided it's time to post as much fic as possible, because I am not ready to let go of Emma Swan or Captain Swan.

Disclaimer: I don't own OUAT, and sadly, I never will.

For those of you that read BSMH, you know questions are welcome and that I answer any and all of them. Those of you who are new readers, ask me anything in reviews, because I love questions (and long reviews).

Also, this story will have some canon and some not. As a Peggy Sue fic, it's up in the air. I already have many ideas that deviate from canon anyway, so hopefully this fic will be as well received as BSMH.

Before reading this chapter, listen to "We Dreamed Our Dreams" sung by Cathie Ryan. It's on Spotify, but if you can't find that specific version, I'm sure any version sung by a woman would be just as effective. You must listen to it while reading this chapter. That is a requirement.

WARNING: Major character death (temporary). Graphic death scene?

You won't enjoy this chapter, but I do ask for you not to kill me as this is only the beginning.

Enjoy and please Review!

Prologue

Because death is the only thing that could have ever kept him from you. — Ally Carter

It was nice to finally have time to themselves. After wicked witches, time travel, snow queens, and stolen hearts, she and her pirate were finally able to actually enjoy their relationship. They had nothing but quiet moments to soak up, and all the time in the world to do so.

Of course, Emma was waiting for the other shoe to drop with the arrival of the next villain, but Killian was really good at keeping those thoughts off of her mind. Mostly by talking. They talked about everything now. Their pasts, the good and the bad, things they liked and didn't like, sharing their random thoughts, or even discussing the latest gossip or the last book they read. A lot of their talks were about Killian adapting to the modern world with her, Henry's, and her parents' help.

There were also babysitting adventures with her baby brother, sailing adventures with Henry, and sword fighting lessons with her father that turned into duels between David and Killian to prove who was the better swordsman (it was Killian by far, but David did have him on the ropes a few times).

It had just finished raining while they had been at the Sheriff's station, so they figured it was better to head back to the loft now before the rain started up again. Emma smiled broadly as they walked arm in arm. They were finally going to introduce him to Netflix. Henry texted her earlier to tell her he had it all set up and ready to go, asking if they needed to start him on Peter Pan or Pirates of the Caribbean. Figuring that they needed to ease him into this, Emma said Pirates was a definite.

Killian noticed her smile. "Something amusing, Swan?"

Emma looked up at him. "Just thinking about what we're going to watch when we get home."

Her use of the word home had his grin widening and his eyes shining brighter.

"Good." Killian said. "The lad picked?"

"I did actually." Emma chuckled. "You're not ready for Henry's pick yet."

Killian playfully huffed.

Emma giggled, turning away from her boyfriend. Her eyes caught sight of a burned building up a head. It had been the hardware store, but an electrical fire had destroyed it a week ago. They just started the rebuilding process yesterday, and it looked like the rain prevented work today.

When they were right in front of the building, Emma noticed the mess of materials everywhere, and wondered if she needed to have a talk with the contractors about the hazards that they were creating.

A whoosh sound was the only warning before Emma heard a crack and Killian jerked.

Emma's head snapped in his direction as he fell to the ground.

All Emma could focus on was the lifeless blue eyes staring up at her. "Killian?" She knelt beside him, eyes flicking from his pale face to the pool of blood forming around his head like a crimson halo, a brick resting near him. "Killian?"

No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no. Oh God, please no. Denial crept into her heart, even as her eyes traitorously filled with tears. "Killian?" She shook him. "Killian, come on, get up. Come on." She shook him harder, tears falling down her face and on to his chest. "Please, come back. Please." Emma pulled him into her arms, gently cradling his head, caressing his cheek. "Killian…"

A sob escaped her.

"No, no, no. You weren't supposed to leave me. Come back, you have to come back."

Clutching him to her chest, she cried harder, knowing that it was too late to heal him, even as her denial remained strong.

This wasn't supposed to happen. They were finally together. They were supposed to have all of the time in the world. They were supposed to be happy. He was supposed to be safe. He was supposed to stay with her and they were supposed to get their goddamn happy ending. He wasn't supposed to die on her, least of all in a fucking freak accident.

His body grew cold in her arms.

Weeks.

They had only had mere weeks.

The first few of which were spent dealing with Ingrid and Elsa and Rumplestiltskin. Now that everything finally settled down and they were able to relax, she lost him.

It wasn't fair.

After everything that they both had been through, it wasn't goddamn fair at all. They were supposed to have time, and now it was all gone.

God, she wasted so much time with him. She was the reason they were too late to be happy. Pushing him away, keeping him at arm's length, afraid to let him in….all of those months…all of that time wasted because she left him chained on the beanstalk. Pan's curse only served to take even more time from them.

Emma sobbed harder.

The man she loved was gone.

Her happy ending was gone with him.

In that moment, Emma wanted nothing more than to have all of that time back, to change things for the better, to have Killian back.

That was the last thing on her mind when everything went black.

Like I said, this is only the beginning, so don't hate me.

I love long reviews and questions.