As the sirens grew closer I'm suddenly questioning everything that has happened the past few weeks. My decision to come back to StoryBrooke led to putting my family in danger. I think that maybe if I'd listened to Tink, I wouldn't be here right now. There was a voice inside my head telling me things were not gonna end up like the fairy tales we speak about in Gold's class. I knew that going into this, there are no real life happy endings and even though I have tried living in the moment with Killian, I ended up living for the future instead.

Killian and Peter stare out the small rectangular window above attempting to see when my father arrives. I sit staring at the puke on the floor and my stomach churns again. I watch Killian closely still trying to figure him out. He stands far from Peter and every few minutes I see him looking over at him like maybe he's trying to find Peter's weakness. Killian feels the weight of my stare and turns to look at me. Staring back at me his adam's apple bobs and his shoulders move up and down in big movements as he breathes heavily. Something is making him nervous.

"He's here," I hear Peter say.

I can hear the sound rocks crunching underneath tires. Killian turns and checks it out for himself.

"Let me go up, you stay here with her," Killian says.

When he turns he looks like scared puppy, like he has another plan - like this whole thing is a setup for Peter. He's on my side I can read that, even in the state I am in. He tries not to look at me as he passes, but he allows his hand to graze over my head causing my whole body to shiver. I see him tense as he walks away. I'm not sure how much of that Peter notices, but he doesn't let on anything if he does.

My stomach keeps whirling around like I'm riding a rollercoaster and the ride just won't stop. I've kind of felt like my whole life has been a rollercoaster, and if I'm being honest I'm ready to get off. If this is how it's gonna be the rest of my life then just let me off right here, I'll jump if I have to. The thought chokes me up and a sob I was holding in let's go.

"Aw, Swan now the tears?" Peter says turning around.

"Shut up," I growl.

"You really want to spend your last moments being feisty?" he questions.

"Fuck you Peter, and all of your stupid lost boys! I'm so over this shit, I just want to live my life without getting into trouble somewhere. It's for the best," I say.

"Aw, this isn't gonna be fun if you actually want to die," he says sounding disappointed.

Footsteps interrupt our conversation, thank god. I don't want to talk about what's about to happen to me or the fact that my father has to watch. I just want them to get this over with, why is Killian taking so long with my father, unless my father killed him first. I look up to see Dad and some backup. Killian walks down behind them he's back to having that smug look on his face.

When dad sees me sitting alongside my own vomit tied up to a metal pole he almost loses his own lunch. A sob escaped his mouth and I have to turn away.

"Ah. Welcome," Peter says.

The other cops fan out along the room all pointing guns at him.

"You brought backup," Peter sighs.

His footsteps grow closer and before I know it the knife is pressed to my neck again, this time a tiny prick causes a small trickle of blood. I tilt my head and hiss from the pinch. My eyes land on Killians who stands still behind my father. His cheek twitches like a mad man. His eyes are wide and they move up and down like he's afraid to look. He knows I'm looking at him pleading with him not to let Peter do this in front of my father. I hear Peter and my father exchanging words, but I don't hear any of them. I'm not sure Killian is paying attention either. His mouth opens just slightly and I can see him wanting to say something, he tries but at first nothing comes out. Peter keeps threatening me and moving closer holding the knife at an angle that in one swift move would kill me.

"That's enough!" Killian says in a low grumble.

Dad looks back at him with a warning look.

"What was that Jones?" Peter asks jabbing at my neck a little more.

Tears continue to fall from my eyes. He's not cutting into me, but just the thought of that knife nicking me again scares me. I may have said that I want out of this, but now that the moment is real I'm not so sure anymore.

"I think you should stop," he says.

"Whatever do you mean Killian?" Peter asks sucking in a breath.

"I mean that's enough!" he yells.

Dad looks back at him and mumbles something that sounds like, that was not part of the plan, but I'm probably hearing things. Clear as day I hear Killian, "I don't care." Clearly he was on my father's side and I doubted him. Peter forces me to stand, pulling me to my feet, but I sag. He unties the rope binding me, but holds me tight against him.

"So it is true," he says. "Here I thought you were just acting, when you came to me crying about saving her," he laughs.

Killian's eyes water and angry tears fall. My dad tries to hold him back, but it's no use. Killian is younger and a little stronger. He pushes through causing all the other men on my dad's team to hold their guns out like they are ready to shoot. Killian screams as he rushes to Peter, he somehow misses me and crashes into Peter knocking them both to the ground. I let go of a breath I didn't know I was holding and yell, "Killian!"

"I'm okay Swan," he says punching Peter in the face.

Dad rushes to my side while the other officers keep their guns trained on Peter and Killian, and some others on the stairs above. I hadn't realized a group of lost boys checking out what is happening. I try to run towards him wanting to save him too, but Dad stops me.

"Let me get you out of here," he says.

"No, you can't leave him," I cry.

"My guys have this," he says.

"NO!" I yell.

Killian looks back distracted for a minute and I hear a sound that makes me cringe. I know what it is. My knees buckle and my father loosens his grip on me. With all of my might I run shaky legs and all towards Peter. I can smell the blood before I see it and that makes me angrier. I plow into him causing him to fall and the knife that penetrated Kilian's side falls to the ground, sounding loud in my ear. Peter fights me, but my father and his crew run towards us and pull me away while grabbing a hold of Peter. Rolling off of him I crawl over to Killian.

"Dad, he needs an ambulance," I cry.

Killian's fading fast.

"No," I cry.

"Emma," he whispers.

"Killian, no," I cry.

"It's okay Emma, you are better off without me, I've put you through so much," he says.

"I don't care I..."

I place my hand against his cool cheek and he closes his eyes. Arms pull me away and I reach for him crying and screaming. My mind is so clouded I hadn't noticed that three EMS workers descended the stairs. I fight in my dad's arms watching them work on Killian to get him stabilized. I collapse in my dad's arms and we both fall to the ground.

"Killian," I yell for him as the EMS team rolls him up the stairs and away.

"Emma, Shh... it's okay," dad says.

"Will... will... is... will... will he be okay?" I sob.

"I don't know sweetie, I don't know," he quietly says kissing the top of my head.

"Sir, we're ready to take Peter back to the precinct, we have a few others in custody as well," one of the officers says.

"I need someone to take my daughter home," he says.

"I'll do it," a familiar voice says at the top of the stairs.

I look up and think that I'm seeing things. Tink stands at the top of the stairs, she starts walking down. Killian said that she's saved him before, so this whole time she was on our side?

"I'm not going home," I say.

"I can take you to the hospital," Tink says.

"Why do you want to help me?"

"I've always been on your side Emma, you just refused to see it," she says. "I'll take you to the hospital, but you should probably go home," she says.

"I will not leave him all alone. When he wakes, I want to be there," I cry.

I'm pretty sure they all don't think he'll survive this, but he has to. I should have believed in him, but guilt hits me that I didn't, that for a moment I really thought he'd become one of them again. I sob and Tink takes me from my father.

"I'll call Ruby, she can drop you some fresh clothes," she says.

Tink places an arm around my shoulder helping me up the stairs. I'm covered in blood and some of my own puke. Dad trails behind us I can hear him lightly sobbing and in all of this I forgot to check on him, he almost lost me today. I stop when we get upstairs spin around and wrap my arms around him. I can feel his body shake with quiet sobs.

"I'm sorry Dad," I cry.

"I'm not mad at you, I just want you to be okay Emma," he says.

"Tink have her checked in the ER when you go, make sure she's okay," dad says.

I don't fight his wish for me to be seen in the ER. I feel the rope burn on my wrists and the cut on my neck. My stomach still hurts and I'm dizzy. Tink takes me again and helps me to her car. The ride to the hospital was a blur as I fade into a strange medium of nothing.