Only Her: OUAT/Killian Jones

The Outsider

Today was the day of Archie's funeral. (Y/n) dressed herself in a black dress complete with her black leather jacket and some flats, meeting her family in the living room before they all headed off to the cemetery where everyone else was waiting. The gravestone was beautiful, with little indents of grass on the bottom like a grasshopper's home, the grave reading 'Friend and Conscience'.

(Y/n) stood with David, Henry and Emma as Mary Margaret started speaking, the despairing day already starting to make those around the grave cry. "Some of us knew him as Archie. Others as Jiminy. But we all knew him as a true friend. And though he may now be gone, he will always live on inside of us. Reminding us to be our best selves. To do the right thing. To always fight for what we believe in." (Y/n) felt a tear go down her cheek and wiped it off, sniffling slightly. "So, we shouldn't think of today as goodbye. Just as a way of saying, 'Archie, we'll be listening'."

Emma and Henry left the funeral quickly, taking Pongo with them as Mary Margaret rushed forward to take her husband in her arms, David obliging as she did. Marco stepped forward with Archie's umbrella in his hands and set it by his gravestone, his voice breaking as he said, "I'll miss you so much, my friend. But at least you're in a better place."

(Y/n) looked to the ground to avoid the tears that came, but when she felt Mary Margaret's hand on her shoulder, she looked up, her parent's seeing her tear filled eyes. Taking her in their arms, she silently cried as she looked at the gravestone of the kindest, most welcoming man in town. A man who only ever wanted to help other people, and who helped Regina on her way to change, only for her to come back and kill him for it. Stepping away from the two of them, she gave them a slightly awkward thankful smile before walking away to head back to the apartment, David and Mary Margaret watching her as she left before following her themselves.

Those from the funeral were all gathered at Mary Margaret's apartment, passing around food and remembering their dear friend. Henry was away from it all, staring out the window as he thought. Emma looked over worried for her son, and exchanged a glance with (Y/n), who nodded her head towards the boy, urging her to go over to him. With a plate in hand, Emma walked over to Henry, who sat on Mary Margaret's bed, and said, "Hey, kid, you hungry? I managed to wrangle up a pop-tart."

"No, thanks," Henry said, his voice weak and broke.

Emma looked at a disheartened Mary Margaret and (Y/n) as she set the plate down next to him and walked back over to them, saying, "Well, that went well."

"Emma, you're doing all you can do," Mary Margaret said, putting a hand on her arm.

"That's what makes me feel awful," Emma said, but before (Y/n) could speak up, Leroy walked up to them and spoke.

"Ladies," he said, and they turned their attention to him. "The dwarves have been thinkin'... we have to ask. When do we go back?"

"Back? Back to the Forest?" (Y/n) asked, and the women all exchanged glances.

When Leroy nodded, Mary Margaret said, "You want to go back?"

"We fought really hard to get here," Emma stated.

"Yeah, but with what Regina did to Archie, Storybrooke ain't as safe as we thought," Leroy said, some of the other dwarves coming nearby to listen.

"We're going to find Regina, Leroy. It's a small town," (Y/n) assured him.

"We've dealt with her before, we'll do it again," Mary Margaret said as she shook her head.

"Yeah, but it's not just her," Leroy spoke up louder. "The curse is broken. There's a whole world full of people beyond the town line that don't know who or what we are. Ever think of what might happen if one of them were to come pay us a visit?"