A/N: This is the last chapter. Sorry it's shorter than most of my others have been. You can thank the random anon on my tumblr RP account who harassed me until I put this up for making it happen. Hopefully the ending came out all right. Thanks for reading.

Chapter 6: Something New

It was a strange feeling for Emma. Feeling like she belonged. She spent most of her life moving from town to town, never truly finding a place where she wanted to stay. When she came to Storybrooke, she stayed for Henry. Now she felt like she had another reason to stay. She glanced over at the sleeping man next to her and smiled. Though she had told herself that she would never let herself fall in love again, she couldn't stop herself from falling for the pirate. She reached her hand out to stroke his cheek and noted that he was running a fever again.

Emma furrowed her brow. She knew it wasn't really a good idea to have sex when he had been as sick as he was, but she wasn't able to control herself. And now she was regretting that. The last thing she wanted to do was cause him to get that bad again. Killian opened his eyes and looked over at her smiling. His smile managed to make her heart flutter in her chest as she smiled back.

"Good morning, love," he said softly, reaching up to stroke her cheek.

Emma smiled, covering her hand with his. "Good morning," she returned. "Unfortunately, I think we caused your fever to come back."

"Worth it," he whispered, with a grin that caused Emma to laugh.

"Well, I think now you need to actually rest again," she replied, leaning in to kiss him softly as she ran her fingers through his hair.

Killian groaned as he pulled her closer. "Keep kissing me like that and I won't be able to rest, lass."

Emma smiled against his lips and reluctantly pulled away. "I guess we will just have to wait until you get better."

"That's a shame," he said with a smile, leaning up to capture her lips with his again.

Emma chuckled against his lips and pushed him back down to the bed. "You are actually going to rest this time," she said with a grin. "And you should probably take your medicine."

"Very well, lass," he replied with a smile, sitting up in the bed some. "I suppose I should assume that it is actually helping, I don't feel nearly as awful as I had before."

"Good, because they were supposed to help," she said, standing up and walking over to get the medicine and another bottle of water. "And you don't look nearly as awful as you did when I found you here."

"Why did you come here to begin with?" he asked, curiously as she walked back over to the bed.

"I . . . I don't actually remember now," she admitted with a chuckle as she handed him the bottle of water and pills. "I think I came to ask you something, but when I saw how sick you were . . . whatever I came for kind of left my mind. I was just worried."

"I'm sorry," he said quietly taking the pills and popping them in his mouth before taking a drink of the water.

"You don't have anything to be sorry for, Killian," Emma replied, sitting back down on the bed next to him. "You don't really get a choice when it comes to getting sick."

"I didn't think anybody in the town would want to help me when I felt like I was coming down with something," he admitted. "So I just stayed here trying to wait it out. I guess that's why it got so bad."

Emma frowned slightly, brushing the hair out of his eyes. "It doesn't matter now. I found you and you're going to be fine."

"I . . . didn't actually think anybody would care if I was gone," he said quietly, looking down.

"Killian?" she asked, turning his face towards her. "I would have never been able to live with myself if that happened. Even before all of this. I would have constantly wondered what could have happened between us if I wasn't so afraid of reliving my past."

Killian smiled, laying back down in the bed and pulling her with him. "I never thought you would let anything happen between us," he said stroking her hair. "I just assumed that you didn't want anything to do with me. Or that you were never going to be able to get past your trust issues to let me in. I had basically accepted that. But now here we are."

"I honestly didn't think I would let you in," Emma admitted, resting her head against his chest. "But then all of this happened, and you broke through my walls. Even when you were feverish."

"So where exactly does this leave us?" Killian asked, tilting her chin up to look at him. "I don't exactly know the customs of this world."

"What do you want from this?" Emma asked, biting her lower lip nervously.

"I just want you," he replied, quietly kissing her nose. "And only you."

Emma smiled, leaning in to kiss her softly. Keeping it light and tender, not wanting to push it any further or work them up to the point they were before. She wanted him to feel everything she felt in the kiss. When she pulled back he smiled, brushing her hair out of her eyes.

"This is something I'm not really used to," Emma admitted, kissing him on the cheek. "I'm used to one night stands and never seeing the guy again. I'm not used to lying in bed like this, taking care of someone else. And not wanting to let them go."

"Then I guess we will just have to try to get used to this together," he said with a smile. "Because I have no intention of letting you go. You're mine. As long as you'll have me."