Runaway- CaptainSwan AU

• Chapter 13 •

In honor of the Once Upon A Time series finale tonight, here's a little treat for you guys... Enjoy!

Hehe...

Emma had only ever been to an amusement park once in her life. It was during the longest period of time she ever spent in one foster home- a home with people she thought actually cared about her. One night, seemingly out of the blue, she was sent away. Just like that.

It turned out they had replaced her with a real daughter. The mother had gotten pregnant.

Aside from the pain of being sent away, Emma's memories of the family and her time with them were fond ones. That one day at the amusement park was one she would never, ever, forget. She could perfectly remember what it felt like at the top of the roller coaster. Just at the edge, so close, her body full of nerves and anticipation as she waited for the moment it would tip over and race down the tracks.

She could remember how quickly her her heart was beating. How it pounded in her chest. She could remember how impatient she was as she waited for the coaster to fall. The pit in her stomach. That uneasy, wonderful feeling.

And that was exactly how she felt in this very moment.

It had been five hours. FIVE. HOURS. Since Killian had left the basement, and that feeling had been lingering within her for every miserable, exciting, anxious second. Minute. Hour. FIVE. HOURS.

Emma hadn't slept a wink. How could she? How the hell could she possibly sleep with his mischievous expression taunting her mind each time she closed her eyes? All she could do was stare. Stare, and stare, and stare some more at the clock on the wall, counting down each second, each minute, each hour.

Counting down till the moment he'd come back down to the basement.

But what was she counting for? She didn't even know how she'd act when she saw him again, but dear god, seeing him again and not knowing what to do had to be better than the torture of not being with him at all.

Emma trusted him. She really, truly trusted him with everything she had, and that was a rare thing for her. It wasn't easy to open up. It wasn't easy to be vulnerable. And yet, with Killian, it was like the walls she'd put up for years somehow melted like ice, and he waltzed right through the waterfall. And just that, just the fact that she felt comfortable enough to put that much trust and faith in him... it was everything.

It was everything that he was her best friend, and he was all she needed. It terrified Emma to think that should something go wrong, she could lose him forever... as a friend and as more. She couldn't even begin to think of what her life would revert to without him.

No, no she couldn't go back to that life. She- she couldn't. Not now, not ever.

Emma groaned and rested her head against the desk.

Why am I thinking like this?

She already knew the answer to that question.

Probably because something amazing is in sight and life has a habit of ripping that to shreds right in front of my eyes, Emma thought to herself.

She glanced up at the clock.

4:30 am.

4:31 am.

4:32 am.

This was torture.

Torture!

There was no way he'd be awake for at least another few hours. And besides, seeing how drunk Alice had sounded even through the floor that separated her from the basement, Killian had most likely slept in her room to take care of her.