My Once Upon A Time Fanfic, “Twice Upon A Dream” is a sequel to one of my most popular fics, These Dreams. Both fics are set in the dreamscape, a place where the dreams of everyone in Storybrooke set the backdrop, and Killian and Emma (along with other main characters in the sequel) have to find their way through to get back to the real world. While you’re in your own dream, you have no memory of the outside world until someone gently reminds you, which lends to all kinds of hilarity and poignancy.
In this scene, Emma is dreaming, and about to make a confession…
He shuddered. Then he ran a hand over his face, then tried to get his bearings.
He was in a box.
Or maybe it was a wardrobe or a closet of some kind. The wood-paneled walls left him very little room to sit on the hard wooden bench within. In one wall there appeared to be a grate – like a window of sorts, most likely to add ventilation in the closed space. And what the devil was he wearing? He glanced down at the unrelieved black, but not his familiar leather. These clothes were more modern but not anything like what he would have chosen for himself. The neckline was too tight. He stuffed finger into the collar, pulling it out from his neck and feeling like it was choking him.
He heard a door close somewhere close by, and realized the sound came through the grate. He leaned in to look through, and was startled to hear a very familiar voice say, “Uh…father? Are you there?”
He had no idea what to say to that, so he simply replied, “I’m here.”
“Oh. Good. Sorry, I’m not normally Catholic. I mean…I’m not Catholic at all, but I was with a foster family for awhile that was. They were really good people.”
“And I could really use some guidance here and I’m sort of at a stuck place in my life, so I figured, what the hell, right?”
“Oh! Sorry. Didn’t mean to say ‘hell,'” Emma apologized.
“That’s quite all right,” Killian said, still not sure where this was going.
“Yeah, I guess you hear that word from time to time in your line of work,” she said. “Anyway, sorry if I’m breaking protocol – I’m not really sure how this is done, father…”
“Father Killian.” She took in a deep breath. “It’s just that lately, I’ve been thinking about my life and I just think…there’s got to be more for me. Somewhere, somehow…I just feel like I was meant for more than…this.”
“Yes!” she answered, her voice gusting with exasperation. “I’ve spent my whole life feeling as though something was supposed to happen, y’know? But when? And how? And…and with who?”
He knew he should be trying to wake her up, but an unguarded, talkative Emma was such a revelation, he couldn’t help but go with it.
“You feel as though there’s someone out there for you?” he offered.
He heard her slump against the wall. “I don’t know. Probably not.”
“You need to have faith,” he said. “Sometimes that might be all that’s getting you through, but you do need to have it.”
“You really believe I can find someone to love?”
“I do. And I believe that you’ll find someone who loves you with everything inside him.”
“I wish I had your kind of faith.”
“And furthermore, I believe you’ll move to a town called Storybrooke.”
“You’ll find a family and a home, and a man who will love you. I promise.”
Finally, he saw her face as she peered into the grate. “What are you? Some kind of fortune-telling priest or something?”
“A priest!” He glanced down at himself in surprise. “Bloody hell, is that what I am?”
Emma’s indrawn breath was the only sound for a moment, then her voice came tentatively through.
“Emma? Are you with me, love?”
She put her fingers through the grate. “Yeah. I’m in the groove now.”
“You dreamed me a priest?”
“Must’ve been something I ate. No more nacho night at Granny’s.”
He opened his door, stepping out and around and then opened hers. She smiled up at him.
“Nice touch, by the way,” she said, standing up. “Telling me to have faith that I wouldn’t always feel so unfulfilled.”
“I’d be happy to fulfill you right now, if you’d like,” Killian said, raising a devilish brow and stepping inside with her, closing the door behind him.
“Are you kidding? We’re in a church and you’re dressed like a priest.”
“Sounds like an adventure,” he murmured, just before his lips met hers.
She kissed him again. “But even I’m not crass enough to get it on in a church,” she said, pulling away reluctantly. “Come on. Let’s find our way out of here.”