The Return of Milah.

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Milah felt as if she was falling into nothingness, Rumple had just crushed her heart, and killed Milah quickly with one swift movement. Her life was over, she was falling into despair, and the thoughts of her life ran through her eyes. Her son, and Killian. The two things that had made Milah feel happy. With a tear in her eyes, Milah fell into the arms of the one person who she wouldn't mind have minded spending time with, just as she took her last breathe, and then lay limp.

Now, it was years later, and Milah woke. Dirt surrounded her body, and she felt weak. Having a break-down, Milah began to pull at the dirt, before she was able to get free. With a few coughs, Milah took a deep breath, the first breathe in years. It felt so good on her sore throat, and lungs. The deprived feeling she had, was something she would never forget.

Milah had looked around, and she realized she was in Storybrooke still. With a gentle smile, hunched over the woman made way to the sea, where she hoped she would find Killian. Milah wasn't sure what was going on, but she hoped Killian would be able to help. With muddy clothes, she made way to the docks.

It wasn't but half an hour until she arrived. Walking onto the massive ship, she slouched against the wall outside of the door to Killian's private quarters. With a knock, Milah spoke. "Killian? Are you in there?"

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Milah

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Killian had learned to stop asking questions. This town was filled with constant incidents involving magic and whatever had brought his ship back to the docks . . . well, he certainly wasn't complaining. How he had missed his ship, though he never regretted his decision to exchange it for a way to get to Emma. Dressed in attire that branded him a citizen of this world -- jeans, jacket, and shirt -- he made his way onto his ship, inspecting every inch of it. She was as beautiful as he remembered! Better even. "Oh how I have missed you, love," he said, talking to the Jolly Roger and finding nothing odd about that. His hand skimmed over the steering wheel of the ship, his lips curving upward into a smile. He would have to bring Emma onto it sometime, but as she was busy for the night . . . it would have to wait.

He went to his quarters, finding that everything was as he had left it. Well, there may be a few trinkets and things missing, but it was no bother. He had no use for treasure in this world. As he wandered around his quarters, he heard hurried footsteps approaching his room. He assumed it was Emma, or someone else who had noticed the ship. It did not take long for there to be a knock at the door and he moved toward it, but froze before he opened it. It was the voice. That voice. That unmistakable voice. That . . . impossible voice. He froze, his mind racing with why she sounded so familiar. He knew exactly who it sounded like, but it was impossible. And yet, there was only one way to find out.

He finally opened the door and there outside of it . . was Milah. He became numbed with pure shock. After her passing, there had been made drunk nights where he saw her, even conversed with her at times. She had been there when his mind could not process her death, and she had been there in his dreams for many nights after Rumple killed her. But . . . seeing her now, before him . . . no. He was done. Done with the cruel tricks that constantly befell them. The Dark One had taken his heart for so long and just when everything was going back to normal . . . someone else was playing an all too cruel joke on him. And it was the last straw.

"Who are you?" He demanded, his voice angered at the thought that someone would use his memory of Milah to manipulate him. He moved toward her, his hand going to her throat as he pushed her against the wall, pressing his body against her so that she could not move. "Who sent you?" He further demanded, his voice still filled with anger. He raised his hook toward her face, as if threatening to pierce it if she did not talk. Whoever it was was quite strong. For she felt so . . . real. The skin on her neck where his hand held her. Her scent. The way her body felt. And of course, the way she looked. But Killian was no fool. She wasn't real. She couldn't be.

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Milah waited outside the door, after thinking he might have not been in she began to slowly slouch on the wall. It felt cool against her back, and she brushed some of the dirt off of her clothes, before she heard the familiar sound of the doors opening. It felt good to hear that sound again, and Milah wasn't sure it had been since she heard the basic creeks, and noises the ship made with it's age.

It was then, that she saw Killian come out, and she smiled, standing up as straight as possible for the time being, as her bones hurt just from the basic task of standing. How long was she in that ground? Milah didn't ever remember landing there, but last she remembered was having her heart ripped out, and waking up under the ground. She had no recollection of dying at all. Heck, she didn't even know she had died.

When Killian moved close, she sensed something in him. Quite un-nerving and it made Milah slightly at unease. "Killian?" she said happily, but was soon unkempt when she was grabbed. Stopping some of the air-flow she so direly needed, made Milah feel lightheaded. But, she would never show it.

Standing as straight as she could, Milah grabbed at Killian's wrist. "Killian, it's me. It's Milah. Don't you remember me? It was only yesterday I saw you." Milah said, as she didn't blink an eye, or flinch when he put his hook to her face. Staring at the tip of his hook, her eyes grew big. "Killian, what happened to your hand?" Milah was confused as to why his hand had been swapped out with his Hook. "If you want to cut me, do it. But don't dilly-dally around."

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Milah

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The way she said his name . . . the all too familiar way. He knew it. He remembered it. It had haunted him for so many years, where he had longed to hear it again. And now he was. But his mind continued to protest the possibility of this actually happening. The fear in her eyes looked so genuine. The tone in her voice. And as his senses continued to pick up on the unmistakable qualities of her . . . his mind was ever so slowly stepping away from denial. She took hold of his wrist, and the irony was not failed to be notice. For under his sleeve, was the tattoo of her name he had gotten following her death.

Her next words confused him further. Yesterday? She . . . she believed it had just been yesterday? It had been so many years of mourning her and yet to her, it was just yesterday. She was asking questions regarding his hand, but he still couldn't bring himself to speak. His hand grasping her neck released its hold on her as he slowly lowered it.

His eyes began to widen a little, anger no longer apparent but rather . . . shock. He was seeing a ghost. Had he gone completely insane? He shouldn't be. He hadn't even had any rum tonight! It was her lastly spoken words that were the last ones he needed to be convinced that this was no trickery. If anything, it showed his deteriorating sanity.

She told him to cut her if need be but not to dilly dally and that . . . sounded exactly like Milah. His Milah. Milah from, years ago. He slowly stepped back, away from her, continuing to stumble backward until his own back reached the wall and he leaned against it for support. He made no attempt to hide his shock in this moment. All he could do was stare at her. "Milah," he said in a low voice of acknowledgment, hardly above a whisper. If this was horrible trick, then it was working. "How can this be . . . " He both questioned and stated. She may not know either if she believed it was just yesterday since they last saw each other.

"This can't be," he said, answering his own question, correcting his statement. "You died . . . in my arms . . . " The words were difficult to say, but ones that he had come to terms with. He had no choice before. He had to. Yet saying them now in front of her, well, this wasn't a moment he ever thought possible. And perhaps, he still didn't despite what his eyes were showing him.

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Beginning to take deep breaths, trying to catch her breathe, Milah rested her head back against the wall behind her, before looking to Killian. Slowly, after she spoke though, Milah felt Killians grip slowly slip away, and finally she was able to breathe. It felt bitter sweet to have the feel of air down her throat.

As soon as Killian backed away, Milah walked over slowly, and she set her hand on his cheek. "Killian, I am back now. It's alright." Milah said softly, before letting his cheek go, and she stepped away. "Had I been dead, I wouldn't be here now. Though, I did wake in the ground."

Milah looked over the ship, remembering the first time she had ever stepped foot on it. She had been offering anything to step aboard the ship and join his travels.Running her hands down the wood, Milah stopped and looked back to Killian. To her it was only yesterday, but for him, if Milah was dead; Milah could only imagine the pain and hurt he has been through. "I am very sorry. For the pain I have put you through. I can see how upset you are over this."

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Milah

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Milah came up to him and put a hand on his cheek. He closed his eyes, the familiar sensation of her touch filling him, making this seem all more real and less like a false vision or evil spirit meant to torture him. He had longed for her touch for so long, but feeling it now . . . after being deprived of it, yet falling in love with another . . . well, he didn't know who he was betraying more right now. She was assuring him that she was here and that everything would be alright. Would it? Was she really here? It wasn't that he wished her to be dead, how could he ever hoped for such a thing? But, what did he say? What could he possibly say right now to her? She continued to apologize for the pain she had put him through, something that she never need apologize for. But he still couldn't speak, still couldn't say the words for his mind was racing with so many thoughts.

Opening his eyes once more, he looked at her, taking in her sight, trying to allow his mind to dare believe that she had returned. "Don't apologize," he told her softly, for it was not her fault. It had been The Crocodile's. "I lost you Milah," he told her again. He had watched her die, a sight that never escaped his mind. But here she was, telling him it was alright, apologizing for the pain he felt. He had no control of his actions. He took a few steps toward her, suddenly pulling her toward him in a hug, wrapping his arms around her.

Because despite all else, how could he wish she was dead? He loved Emma, and he loved Milah, and soon the conflicting thoughts would enter his mind. But right now, he just wanted to ensure that she was here . . . and express his, whatever he was feeling. Words could not describe it nor could he properly express it. All he could do was hug her. "It's been so long," he thought aloud, revealing that it wasn't just yesterday that they had seen each other. It had been centuries . . . and much had happened in that time.

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Milah let out a soft smile, and she shook her head. "I should. I caused you pain for something. I can see that, it's not like I'm blind Killian. I can see something is botherig you. Wether it be from me, or not; I am truley sorry." Milah said as she bit the inside of her lip. When Killian mentioned he had lost her, Milah felt her stomach drop, and she could see how much pain he was in. It felt like wrenches going through her as she listened to Killian. She had never seen him this way, and it was hard to watch.

It wasn't until Killian took a few steps to her, that Milah was pulled into a hug. She missed the sensation of being in his arms, albeit it was just a while ago for her. But Milah enjoyed the feeling of having someone taller than her holding her in their arms. It made her feel protected, even though Milah knew certainly well if something was to happen, she could handle her own. With arms moving around Killian, and holding him in an embrace, Milah smiled.

Milah wanted to argue the fact it was only just a day, but that would not get the two anywhere at this point. So Milah kept her mouth closed, and after a little she let Killian go. "How long has it been?" Milah asked, wanting to figure out the length of time it took him.

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Milah

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Killian listened to Milah as she apologized again, still not convinced she had anything to apologize for. "You are not the one who caused pain." It had been the Crocodile. Always the Crocodile. He felt her relax in his arms, holding onto her for an unknown amount of time. For time seemed to stand still at the moment. His mind was still racing with so many thoughts, as his heart raced with a multitude of emotions. And no thought was coherent, just like no emotion was describable. For so many years he had longed for this moment and now . . . while feeling her safe in his arms was indeed a good feeling, it was not exactly easy. Because he was in love with another woman.

As they lowered their arms from one another, Killian listened to her question how much time had passed. If she thought that they only saw each other yesterday, than it was far more time than she could imagine. "It's . . . complicated." Well that was certainly an understatement. It wasn't just the passage of time that made this complicated . . . it was everything. "Where we are now, is a world without magic," he began to explain, still feeling as if he was in some sort of daze with everything. The words were escaping his lips, but his mind and heart distracted him with all that he was experiencing upon seeing her return. "Milah . . . it had been years. Many, many years since your passing in our world." Years where he had roamed the realms looking for a way to kill the Dark One. Enchanted Forest, Neverland, Wonderland . . . and it had been to no avail.

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After having let Killian go, Milah went him and sat down on the railing of the ship. With legs crossed, Milah set both hands on the railing next to her. Milah felt slightly sick at the mention of a world without magic. Was that even possible? A world without migic just didn't even sound right. It was a difficult tast for Milah to wrap her head around.

"How is it possible Killian? A world of no magic. If that was true, how did I meet so many people on the way here who seemed to be fine with magic in their lives. People in this town have their magic it seems." Milah mentioned as she thought of her trip to the docks. She had seen few people doing their types of magic. From ice, to fire, to some kind of odd magic Milah had never seen before. This town seemed to be full of magic.

With stomach in knots, as she heard Killian speak the word 'years', Milah felt saddened for Killian. And then she though. Years, if years had passed, did Killian still hold those feelings for her as he had when she had left? Er... died. Milah wondered if the love was mutual, or if he had moved on. She didn't want to think he had moved on, but it was possible. Years. Dead. Milah couldn't wrap her head around it and she sighed. This whole mess was playing with her head. Why couldn't she have remained where she was and not have come back? No, Milah would not go down that dark path.

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Milah

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Her questions of course merited the long answer of what all had ensued in this small town. How did he explain? Where to start? He was still trying to adjust to the fact that she was here, real, standing before him . . . breathing, with a beating heart in her chest. It all felt surreal, and Hook wasn't sure where to even begin processing it, even though he was acknowledging it.

"Regina, cast a curse upon those in the Enchanted Forest. It brought us all here, to this world." The small details were irrelevant right now. She had asked how magic was being accepted here and he hoped that at least partially answered the question. For to hear the whole story . . . they should probably be sitting down somewhere. "Magic is strong in this town, but mostly here. There is a whole world out there that knows not of our existence." He wasn't over thinking the words he was saying. He was too, distracted. Too in awe of seeing her here. Had things been different, he would have properly embraced her; hugged her, kissed her, told her he loved her. But it was not that simple.

"I don't understand Milah. How is this possible?" She seemed just as confused, but he had to ask the question aloud for it was too baffling. He knew that nothing was impossible in this town but this . . . this was a whole new level of impossibility. "Is the Dark One the last thing you remember?" He asked, unable to describe the painful events that had broken his heart at the time. Seeing her heart ripped from his chest. It should have been his. He should have died in that alleyway, with Rumple believing that Milah was dead. Then she would have been spared. Everyone would have been spared. Aye. It should have been him.

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Milah listened in silence, taking everything in. Not replying, but allowing time for things to sink in, in hopes that it would be an easier ordeal to overcome. Hoping that if she listened, rather than reply would proove an easy feat, and she could allow her mind time to function all this knewly found out information.

But the more Milah listening, the more it was hard for Milah to function all this. With a shake of her head, Milah figured she would just allow herself time to process all this later that night, and that it would be easy to process while sleeping, which she was oddly tired.

"I honestly don't know Killian." Milah said as she turned around carefully to allow her feet to hang off of the ship, and to look over the water. The more Milah looked to Killian, the more she just wanted to be against him and in his embrace. But now wasn't the time to let petty love get in her way. "The last thing I remember was Rumplestiltskin taking my heart. I remember nothing else. Until I woke up."

Right as Milah said that, her mind began racing. She had died, Milah had died at the hand of Rumplestiltskin. She felt her face flush pale, and she felt sick. It was times like this Milah wouldn't mind being the freezing water. She felt hot, and clammy. "I.... I died. Rumplestiltskin...." Milah trailed off, and she stared at the water, eyes glazed over as if in some sort of trance.

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Milah

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She told him that she didn't know, and that didn't come as a surprise. For as he had already recognized, she seemed equally confused by everything that was occurring right now. He watched her as she gazed into the water, her feet dangling over it. She further explained that the last thing she remembered was Rumple taking her heart. And he had crushed it. Hook had seen him do so.

The helplessness he felt over being restrained and having to witness the woman he loved dying before him . . . the Dark One may as well have crushed his heart too for it hadn't any feeling in it for so many years. Her later words acknowledged that she had died. That Rumple had killed her. Hook began to take a few steps toward her, suddenly reliving that moment and all the rage he had felt for him. "I devoted my life to claiming revenge for what he did to you." By now, Killian was standing directly next to her, looking at her.

The hook for a hand, the tattoo on his still covered forearm . . . he had never stopped caring about her. Even if he had fallen in love with another woman. "I was determined to kill him, for taking you from me." He paused for a moment, knowing that he no longer had a claim on her. He wasn't sure how she felt right now. They had been so in love during their time on the Jolly Roger . . . he didn't know what came next. "But I was unsuccessful," he finished in a quiet voice. For the Crocodile lived.

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Milah felt Captain Jones presence get closer to her, and she rested her head against his body for a second, before sitting back up again. "After all this. I didn't know. I just remembered Rumple with my heart.... now I see." Milah grew angry, and wished nothing more than to return the favor to Rumplestiltskin. Not only as payback, but for hurting the man she loved.

"I will get him back, one way.... somehow." Milah broke her gaze on the water and she looked to Killian. It was hard for Milah to listen to Killian, he sounded saddened by everything. "I will find a way to win against him. To show him the pain. To let him die, by my hand." Milah stood up and gently moved close to Killian.

She no longer cared, weather now was the right time or not. Wth arms around him, Milah closed her eyes, and held him close. Partially because she needed someone at that moment, though she would never allow herself to cry, or show any sadness in life. It wasn't who she was, and she wasn't going to start now. And, partially because she loved him. She knew she couldn't make him forget, but she hoped she could somewhat ease that pain he had felt years before.

[Killian Jones]

Tag: Milah

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Feeling her head against his body was such a strongly familiar sensation, and he couldn't help but bask in it. He knew it was wrong; that it wasn't fair to her nor Emma. But what could he do? How could he stop his heart from feeling? He hadn't felt anything in all that time that Rumple had taken his heart from him and now . . . he had too many emotions. Clearly, he was making up for lost time. The moment was over all too soon, and she sat back up again, speaking of how she would kill Rumple for what he had done.

"No, Milah," he immediately disputed. He had lost her once and . . . well, was she really his to lose again? "I spent many years trying to kill the Dark One and it is no easy task. It is dangerous and . . . promise me that you will stay away from him." He knew he had no right to ask, especially knowing how strong of a woman she was.

But he had to at least try, knowing what Rumple was capable of . . . and knowing the resentment he held for his wife leaving him. "Besides, I don't think he will be bothering anyone anytime soon." Because of what happened; because of Belle discovering the truth about him. She then put her arms around him and held him in an embrace. At first, Killian didn't move or react in the slightest. Feeling her close to him, her arms around him, her body pressed against his, the inhalation of her scent . . . every single thing about this moment, left him with conflicted thoughts but strong emotions.

He slowly reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her and ensuring not to pierce her with his hook. Feeling her back under only one hand was a powerful enough touch. Embracing her fully, he closed his eyes, once again basking in how this made his heart race and swell with indescribable feelings. "I've missed you," he admitted in a low, soft voice, unable to be heard otherwise had his lips not been so close to her ear, whispering in them. He had missed her, of course he had. He just . . . well, it was complicated.

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Milah sighed, and shook her head. "I can't promise that Killian. He killed me before, but it won't happen again. I can assure you of that. He may have succeeded once before. But not again." Milah spoke. She could sense some type of conflict going on for Killian. And while she wanted to not care, Milah could not resist asking.

Letting him go again, Milah chewed the inside of her lip, something she did when nervous. "Killian. We need to talk." Milah looked into the sky, and tried to think of the words to say, unsteady of thinking how much she had liked being in Killian's embrace. Granted it was one-handedly, but Milah noticed Killian's hand. While he didn't explain what had happened, Milah shuddered at the though.

"Killian," Milah began. "What's wrong? The Killian I knew would never have just stood there for a little. You're acting strange. It's quite worrisome. I leave with you one way, I come back you are changed. You even have this hook." Milah took ahold of his Hook, and lifted it so she could see it better. "When did this happen?" Milah felt slightly uneasy, and tonight was proving to quite the head rush. Milah was feeling annoyed, anxious, confused, and lost. Though she knew her home was the Jolly Roger, it just didn't feel right.