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.

"Thanks Killian, but I just can't have that kind of hope right now," Regina sighs.

"All happy endings or beginnings start with hope. I wouldn't give up so soon," I nudge her shoulder, casually, "But I understand if it's too painful to be around me and Emma right now."

"Emma!" Regina shouts running back to the library.

"Yeah Emma? What are you shouting about..." I asked confused and then I see it.

Water is running down the pavement and I look over to see the library filling up with water, on the inside.

"Bloody hell!" I shout running towards the doors with Regina.

Regina yanks it open, but the water doesn't rush out of the room like water normally would. This is magic.In front of us stands a wall of water that is more that three fourths of the way to the ceiling of the library.

"Emma," I gasp, yanking off my leather jacket and shoes, about to dive in the wall, but Regina puts a hand in front of me to stop me.

"You're going to get yourself killed guyliner," Regina tries to stop me.

"I don't care," I say before plunging into the water passing the door frame and into the main room of the library.

I hold my breath, wanting to call from Emma, but I am underwater. Books float around the room and the table is lifted off the ground.

I swim to the ceiling, only inches are left between the rising water and the ceiling. I take a deep breath looking around for Emma, before diving back under.

I swim around for a minute before I finally see her legs dangling, wading in the water. I quickly swim towards her, rising to the surface once again.

She is hyperventilating, barely keeping herself afloat. Her face is upwards trying to gain as much oxygen as she can, while the water is getting closer to filling the room completely.

"Hey, look at me," I say to Emma, grabbing her waist, "We are going to get out of this."

I try to calm her, even though I don't see a way out. It would take too long and too much air to make it back to the exit.

"How? Killian, I'm scared," Emma cries.

I pull her close to me, "Don't be. I'm right here and as long as I am here, I'll keep you safe," I reassure her, but I am internally panicking myself.

She huddles herself into my neck, holding onto me for dear life. And all I can do is hold on, hoping for a miracle.

"Killian, I love you," she says crying.

"Don't say it like that," I try to encourage her.

"Tell me you love me too, before we die," she begs.

"No," I say gazing into her eyes, "Not until we make it out of this alive, because we are not going to die.."

She nods, finally she actually believes me.

I kiss her quickly.

I try to find any solution, but I can't. The water is so high up now, that we have to tilt our head up and only our lips are not submerged.

"Take a deep breath," I grab Emma's hand, while taking the deepest breath before the water fills the room.

I start to swim pulling her alongside me, but her pregnant belly is holding her back, while she carries the extra weight.

I grip her hand, swimming as fast as I possibly can.

Suddenly, something is dragging me down under. I look over to see Emma passed out and falling into the depth of the water. I panic swimming back towards her, cradling her. Wanting to cry, there is no way she'll make it if she doesn't get air now.

"I love you," I whisper, letting my own mouth fill with water, "I'm sorry I didn't say it before," I struggle to breathe again the water in my lungs.

Then there is a bright flash from the painting across the room of a boat on the ocean.

I cover my eyes, since it is so bright. And the water slowly starts to fill into the painting and the water in the room slowly disappears.

Soon enough all the water is gone, everything looking just as it had before the sudden flash flood.

Emma is still unconscious.

I set her on the ground, before immediately beginning CPR.

I crush the bones in her chest, trying to get her heart to start again. I put my mouth on hers breathing out air, but I end up just kissing her softly.

"Come back to me. Don't leave me," I whisper, kissing her once more, tears running down my cheeks, "Please. I need you. I need you both."

Okay so yeah... that happened.

Bad things just keep happening to Emma, and that much isn't going to change, sorry.

I promise everything has a purpose it's just kinda crazy right now.

Also this is totally completely unedited. I'm lazy and this chapter took me forever to write so I don't want to go through it again. So sorry for any mistakes.

As always, Any theories? Comment? Advice?

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