A KIND OF MAGIC ↝ Killian Jones

⇒ CHAPTER TEN

"SO, I COULDN'T help but notice you and Hook holding hands...", Mary Margaret's singsong voice startled Wilma out of her thoughts, as the two women were walking the narrow road their group had decided to take on in order to find Neal — ahead of them, Emma was leading the way, and behind her, David and Killian were talking, of things that Wilma could only imagine. In fact, that had been her pastime activity during the tiring walk through the jungle — picturing just what the two men were gossiping about, since, in Wilma's opinion, they were serious bro material. And, on top of that, admiring Killian and how marvelous he looked.

That was, until, Snow decided to bring up the obvious subject — Wilma's feelings for Killian — which instantly made the brunette blush, as she glanced over to the princess with a careful smile tugging on her lips. If there was someone she could always confide in about the tricks her heart played on her whenever she merely thought about the pirate, it was Snow White, and therefore, Wilhelmina didn't hold back, avoid the topic, or pretend like there wasn't raging love burning bright in her heart, with no intentions to die away any time soon.

Glancing at Killian, Wilma smiled, and then looked back at Snow, who mirrored the happy expression, with a hint of pride mixed in. "Those feelings I told you about back in Storybrooke... they never faded. If anything, I think they've only gotten stronger", she sighed, accepting the fact that she was a total fool for Killian, head over heels in love, ready to do everything and anything for him. It was an odd feeling, to care so much about someone so incredibly much. He consumed all of her thoughts, made her heart race, turned her legs into jello, and everything reminded her of him, and whenever he wasn't there, she couldn't help but wonder where he was, what he was doing. What was going through his mind? What was he feeling? What was causing that smile on his lips? Did he miss her, like she missed him?

"Well", Snow nodded, "I believe in you two. I believe in your happy ending", and her words caused Wilma's heart to sink and her stomach to fill with butterflies, until she felt dizzy and like she needed to lie down. Truthfully, for a long time now, she had been thinking about that a lot — if she and Killian could have a happy ending together. If he was that happy ending she was seeking. It wasn't ordinary, not for Storybrooke where princesses and princes were together, but maybe, the pirate and the outsider, were meant to be.

God, she definitely hoped so.

They didn't get to talk more, when their little group — which was now down to five, due to Regina bolting — reached the end of the trail, only to find themselves standing in front of a creepy looking cave, with an equally eerie name. Echo Cave, was what Killian called it, before explaining that he had lost half of his crew to it, which greatly upset Wilma who wanted to pull the man into a hug, but before she could, he had already continued. Apparently, the only way to rescue someone from inside was to reveal a secret, but not just any secret — your deepest, darkest secret, and the mention of that clearly worried not only Killian, who seemed almost scared, but also David. His secret was an obvious one, since he was yet to tell his wife that he had been poisoned, and then cured, making him a prisoner of the island.

But it also worried Wilma, because even though she didn't have that many secrets, there was something weighing on her heart, and she wasn't very eager to share it with everyone. Not that she didn't trust the people around them, but just like Killian said, the secret had to be something one would never want to admit to anyone, and frankly, Wilma was still struggling with admitting it to herself. She was scared. Yet, she managed to veil that with a sassy comment.

"Sounds like a bloody jolly time", she smiled sarcastically once Killian had added that Pan wanted them to save Neal, to reveal their secrets, in the belief that they would afterwards destroy them. "Shall we?"