In The Darkest of Times (CaptainSwan)

Drowning In Grief

Killian's Pov
"Could it be this?" Emma said pointing to a picture in a book, "Alantian magic. It says here that it wakes the spirits of Atlantis, maybe that's what this green fog is?"

Emma is desperately trying to find a solution to our green mist problem, but once again she is working herself into hyperdrive.

"No," Regina said from across the room, scavenging through the bookshelves of the library, "Atlantian magic can only be conjured by someone in the royal bloodline of Atlantis."

"Atlantis actually exist?" I blurt out.

"Aye, aye guyliner. You exist so why shouldn't that," Regina sasses Killian.

"I thought it was just a sailor's myth," I asked shocked.

"I don't care if it's real or not. If someone here is from there maybe they conjured it and..." Emma added.

"Emma I'm telling you, it doesn't fit. It has to be something else," Regina cuts Emma off again.

"But you're not sure. It could quite possibly be that," Emma argues.

"But it's not. Your amateur compared to me, Emma, I know what I'm talking about. You are letting your hormones get in the way of your judgement," Regina combats Emma's words.

"Well if you haven't realized, my happiness is in jeopardy," Emma practically screams.

I try to grab Emma's hand to calm her down, but she pulls away, angry. Not at me. But at what life keeps throwing at her.

"Oh so now you finally care about my happiness. Maybe you should have cared a little sooner. You know before you let Robin die because you had to save Captain Dark One who I might add was your fault he was dark in the first place.You're acting like a spoiled selfish child. You always get what you want and I never do," Regina explodes.

Emma is about to explode as well. She raises her hands about to throw magic at Regina, but groans frustratingly as she realizes the cuff is still on her hand. She throws her hands back to her sides, as I try to figure out a way to dissolve the tension.

"You know what Emma. I'm done helping you. I always help you and it always hurts me. Have fun saving your child alone," Regina storms out of the library.

Emma sighs, feeling guilty, "Regina," she calls after her.

I put my hand on her shoulder, "Let me handle it, love."

I walk out following Regina, leaving Emma with a guilty expression plastered on her face.

I nearly miss smacking my face on the glass door as Regina slams it shut, but instead of storming away she just stands there.

"You know I thought that helping you and Emma with the baby would make it hurt less," Regina folds her arms across her chest, noticing me.

"What?" I asked confused, I thought she was going to be burning with rage.

"I've always wanted a family. True love. You know all that mushy gushy stuff," Regina laughs, wiping away I pressure tears as she does so, "And I have Henry, but I never will have a child of my own, and Robin's gone forever, so I just don't know where that leaves me."

"Regina?" I feel sorry for her. Emma and I had been so excited about all this that we never got to stop and look at what it was doing to everyone around us.

"I'm beginning to believe that there is a point where happily ever after is too far away for me to reach," she scoffs.

"I don't think that's entirely true. I know that you'll find it. Just give it some time. And as soon as I can. I am going to help you find Robin, because if I can be redeemed and have all this then I am going to make sure you have it too, because I know how unfair this all can be. And I apologize. I never meant for any of this to happen to you," I sincerely say.