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Once Upon A Deleted Scene | OUAT fanfic | Don't Let Go DS

This is a deleted scene for my story Don't Let Go (Because I Can't Hold It Back Anymore), which is a canon divergence for White Out, where instead of Emma getting trapped with Elsa, she's trapped with Killian. :)

This first part of the deleted scene is right when Emma & Killian get trapped in the ice cave, but instead of Emma being unconscious, she isn't, and instead of Hook's POV, it's Emma's. I later preferred Hook's pov and him dealing with the situation himself, and being afraid for Emma since she wasn't conscious.

The second part of this is Emma being unconscious, but Killian managing to wake her up quicker. I again just felt like I would rather have Hook protecting her and have more time go by in order to have his condition worsen before hers. Cause. h/c. y'know. heh xD

Emma felt time freeze.

Pun not intended.

One moment her eyes were staring at the ice and snow falling straight for her, her feet frozen to the spot in panic.

And the next, she was knocked forcefully to the ground, and the ice and snow crashed over her with such a thud it rang her ears.

She hit the icy ground hard on her chest, pain sending a shockwave through her whole body.

Her head felt jumbled for a few terrifying seconds, her eyes screwed shut as the world still shook as if through an earthquake.

But the horrible pain of ice striking her didn’t come.

In fact, whatever had knocked her down and was now pinning her beneath its weight wasn’t even cold.

Emma slowly, cautiously blinked her eyes open, wincing at the headache that definitely came from being knocked around like a kite in a hurricane. Her vision pieced together, revealing what looked like some sort of ice cavern, its interior almost double the size of Granny’s. Snow was still settling, flying in the air from the crash, broken ice lying in heaps like debris around her.

Emma quickly found it hard to breathe, and was about to try to free herself from what was pinning her down when it groaned.

Emma froze.

She knew that voice.

And she’s seen him in pain enough times that she knew that groan just as well.

“Hook?!�� she breathed, now feeling him even clearer; the warmth pinning her down was Killian.

His chest was pressed firmly into her back, his head resting over her shoulder.

And in the same instant, Emma realized that the force that had knocked her to the ground wasn’t the ice and snow.

It was Killian.

“Emma,” he huffed out, his voice sounding like it was squeezed out between clenched teeth. He grunted again, trying to move. His hand slipped on the icy floor next to her face. “Are you… all right?” he managed.

“Yeah,” she breathed, her heart beating steadily faster at the pain in his voice. “You?”

“...Aye,” he said after a hesitation, and Emma didn’t need to look him in the eye to know it was a lie. With another grunt, Killian pressed his hand to the floor again, trying to lift himself off of her. His arm shook with strength, but with another grunt of effort, he managed to lift himself off her, snow and ice falling off him to the floor. He pushed himself to the side, falling to the ground beside her.

Instantly, Emma felt a blast of frigid air touch every part of her Killian had been lying on, and she felt a violent tremor. Ignoring it, she shoved herself to her knees. Killian’s face was drawn in a grimace, lying on his back, eyes screwed shut. He breathed hard, his hand ghosting his abdomen with a hiss. From the look of the ice that had landed on him, Emma had no idea how hurt he’d gotten.

Emma hovered over him. “Don’t tell me you broke your ribs again,” she said with forced lightness.

His eyes opened, and he gave her a shaky smile. “Seems I get the pleasure of seeing you every time I do,” he said, giving her a wink for good measure.

Emma let out a breath, settling herself with knowing he wasn’t severely injured or dying, sitting back on her heels as Hook pulled himself up.

Both of them rose to their feet, looking back toward where the street had been.

Emma felt her heart catch.

They were completely sealed in.

Where she’d been standing only minutes ago, there was a new ice wall firmly between them and the street.

“What the hell?” breathed Emma.

“She bloody froze us in,” muttered Killian with enough heat to melt the whole place down.

Just then, Emma heard a static-laced voice calling her name.

It was coming from beneath a small pile of snow where she and Killian had landed.

Emma quickly rushed to it, grabbing the walkie-talkie she’d dropped from the snow, and David’s voice was loud and clear. “-- mma! Hook! Damn it, someone talk to me!”

Emma felt a little smile grace her lips at her father’s worried voice. With fingers that were just beginning to lose feeling, she pressed the talk button and said, “Dad?” She stood, feeling Killian hovering at her shoulder. “Can you hear us?”

Half a second later, she heard his relieved sigh. “ Emma. Thank god. Are you okay? Is Hook okay?”

“Yeah,” said Emma, her voice shaking a little with the tremor running through her body from the cold. Because dammit, she was freezing . “We’re okay.” A look at Killian showed him still holding his ribs, but he didn’t look seriously hurt. “I think we’re frozen in, though,” said Emma, biting her lip. Even as she said the words, Killian had strode to the wall separating them from David and began hacking at it with his hook. It barely scratched the surface. His brows narrowed, and he struck it harder. Emma grabbed his arm before he could strike it again, and he gave her a look. “That’s not gonna work,” she said, her breath a white cloud before her. “Magic made this thing,” she said, giving the frozen structure a wary look. “I think it’s gonna take magic to un -make it.”

With reluctance, Killian gave up the fruitless attempt and Emma released his arm. “Dad,” said Emma to the walkie. “Is she out there? The… the woman? Elsa?”

There was a slight pause, then David’s voice, a bit more hushed, “ She’s threatened to leave you and Hook trapped in there and freeze the whole damn town if I don’t help her find some sister of her’s.”

Emma shut her eyes. Elsa had mentioned some sister. But from the short conversation Emma had with the woman, she only had a necklace of her sister. And Emma hadn’t heard about anyone named Anna showing up in Storybrooke. And it was a small damn town .

A hunt to find a missing person, especially one who probably wasn’t even in Storybrooke, was going to take more than just a little while.

And if the tremors wracking her body were telling enough, it was cold .

Hours trapped in here? It had to be less than ten degrees.

Killian seemed to come to the same idea. “Mate,” he said toward the walkie. “It’s bloody freezing in here.”

Deafening silence from David’s end.

Then–

“ I’m going to get you two out of there. I promise.”

Emma exchanged a look with Killian.

His eyes held just as much hope as she felt.

David promised to keep the walkie on him, and from his side of the communication she heard the slam of a car door.

Emma let out a breath, trying not to feel as hopeless as she did.

Without a word, Killian stalked back to the wall, and once again started hacking away at it.

“Killian–” began Emma.

“I’m not bloody giving up,” he replied shortly, striking the wall harder than he did before. His face screwed up in a grimace at what must have hurt.

“I’m not either,” said Emma just as firmly, grabbing his shoulder to stop him. “But that isn’t working.”

Killian set his lips, but dropped his arm again, reluctantly and wordlessly agreeing. “Well, I’m open to suggestions.”

“I… I can try…” mumbled Emma, lifting her hands, her fingers shaking with a very visible tremor from the cold. “I c-can try to make a f-fire,” she said.

Killian smiled, and Emma felt a little warmth bloom in her chest, like it did every time she earned praise from him. Which she would never, ever admit . “Brilliant idea,” he said softly. “You can do it, Swan.”

Shutting her eyes, Emma tried to concentrate her magic into her palms.

The last time she’s made fire was back in Neverland, and she’d only done so on what she believed was a very, very lucky try. Killian and Neal were in danger and it just… happened .

Regina’s magic lessons were less than helpful, since she was more concerned with Emma’s instinctual reflexes than teaching her to control her magic. She’d managed teleporting small things, but Regina had stepped all over her pride at the success by saying it was the most elementary magic trick . Evidently creating fire was also elementary, and Emma hasn’t done that in well over a year.

After a moment of trying, Emma cracked her eyes open, seeing nothing between her palms.

She shook out her hands, feeling her whole body shaking from the cold now, but still, nothing was happening .

Brows furrowed in worry, Emma looked at Killian, who was still watching her, his hope and belief in her making her chest hurt. “I–I can’t do it,” she whispered. She shut her eyes, letting out a breath, hugging her arms around herself. “ God , it’s freezing,” she breathed.

Killian was doing something and Emma opened her eyes to see him taking off his coat. With stark confusion because how could he not be as cold as she was? she stammered out, “Wh-what the hell are you doing?”

“You’re bloody freezing,” he said simply, with that soft kindness, that sort of quiet concern he reserved only for her. He draped his coat around her shoulders.

“No, Killian–I have a coat, you’re gonna–”

He smiled a little, ignoring her protests, and Emma couldn’t help shutting her eyes at the warmth blanketing her like a damn hug . His coat was heavy , and it blocked the frigidness of the cold, taking the razor edge out of the air, and it held every bit of his body heat. “Your coat,” he said, a little smile at his lips, “isn’t doing a bloody thing. Now put your arms in.”

“Killian–”

“ Arms ,” he said, firmer, and Emma huffed out a cloud of white breath, realizing he wasn’t budging on the subject. With a little indignant huff, she put her arms through.

And dammit, it was warm .

Not only that, it smelled like him , and Emma really tried not to enjoy that as much as she did.

She opened her eyes, seeing that little smile at his lips, and she was suddenly afraid he could read her mind.

Now he was only donned in his thin cloth shirt with the ridiculously low vee neck, and his vest. She could already see a tremor run through him. “What about you?” she mumbled, hugging his jacket to her, again trying not to sigh with relief, hiding her frozen fingers in the folds of the material.

“I’ve sailed plenty of arctic waters without this central heating , as you call it,” he said with a smile. “And Neverland was never known for comfortable temperatures. I’m more used to it than you are, love.”

She could see in his eyes that he was only telling her part of the truth.

Emma sighed. Gentleman .

“Well, thanks,” she said softly.

That earned her a real smile from him.

“And… thanks for…” she said, gesturing to the debris on the ground. “For what you did.”

He stepped toward her, flipping up the collar of his jacket around her, blocking out more of the cold. He smiled. “I’d do anything for you, Emma.”

Emma couldn’t exactly describe the feeling that flitted through her when her superpower deemed that completely truthful.

-.-.-.

[2nd deleted scene - waking up in the ice cave]

“Emma…”

Emma slowly came back to awareness, feeling a dull ache in her head. But very quickly after, the ache was nearly forgotten.

She was freezing .

“Emma? That’s it, love,” came a familiar, husky voice from somewhere above her. “Open your eyes.”

Memories came like a rush.

The ice wall.

The woman—Elsa.

Then…

Something happened with the ice and snow. Emma remembered sharp pain knocking her off her feet, and then…

Nothing.

“Emma, love, please open your eyes.”

Killian’s voice filtered back into her mind, and Emma wondered if she was dreaming.

She’s never heard him sound so outright worried before.

There was a touch of anxiety, a panicked urgency shaking his voice, and hearing him uncertain was completely unlike him.

It was enough to worry her herself .

Awareness was rushing her to reality, sounds becoming clearer, the cold becoming colder, yet she could suddenly feel his hand on her shoulder, shaking her gently.

Her eyes cracked open.

His face was the first thing she saw. He was leaning over her, blue eyes vivid with stormy concern. When he saw her eyes open, he smiled something brilliant with relief. “Thank the gods,” he whispered, his breath a plume of white mist.

Which only reminded her it was fricken freezing .

For whatever reason, she was lying on her back, and the ground felt like pure ice . She could feel the slight ache in the back of her head, which must have been the culprit for passing out, but she was happy to see her vision clear and her faculties in order for the most part.

Emma blinked, eyes tracing the ceiling that looked like some sort of cave that had been completely frozen over. “Where the h-hell are we?” she asked, her teeth chattering through the words. She moved to sit up. Killian himself was on his knees at her side, and quickly he pressed his hand to her back, helping her up when her hands slipped on the icy floor.

“The… ice witch,” said Killian with a little heat, “trapped us in this… structure,” said Killian, his brows furrowed. At Emma’s look, he answered before she could ask, “You’ve been unconscious for a quarter of an hour, if that.”

Well, that’s a good sign, thought Emma. She could feel her teeth chattering, her whole body beginning to tremble in the attempt to get warm. Emma looked around, seeing ice everywhere she looked. They certainly did look trapped.

“Are you hurt?” asked Killian.

“N-no,” managed Emma, shivering even more. She hugged her arms, her fingers almost too cold to feel.

Something passed through Killian’s eyes. “You’re bloody freezing.” Immediately he shrugged out of his coat, throwing it around her shoulders. “Here.”

Even as it began to catch her body heat, Emma couldn't quite tell if the jacket or his gesture that offered her more warmth.

-.-.-.

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