entitled; you chose her
summary; a rule63!hook spin on the ship tag 'you chose her'.
rating; k
disclaimer; i will never be in possession of this show, and that is probably for the best, really.
word count; 529
notes; eva green or katie mcgrath are my ideal fem!hook, so use your imagination if you don't like either.
you chose her
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Climbing down the last bit of beanstalk, Hook jumped onto the ground below, feeling only slightly winded. She let her eyes fall shut as the cool drizzle came down around her.
Her chest rose and fell in an uneven movement as she tried to steady her breathing when she felt it; the witch. Cora.
It was impossible to avoid getting into the matter of her failure, but she gave as little detail as possible. She was close to getting away without explaining how it happened when Cora asked, "Who was it that bested you?"
She could have cringed; instead images of the blonde haired, jade eyed savior flitted across her mind and she felt winded all over again. "The Swan girl. Emma."
She regretted admitting it almost immediately; her walls flew up almost instantly, ocean eyes hardening as she spat out that it wouldn't be happening again.
But the words meant nothing as images of Emma flickered into the farthest depths of her mind once more. The beanstalk, the giant, the compass and the briefest flicker of joy she'd felt that moment Emma had accepted her hand.
Then the cuff was on her wrist and Emma was backing away, that all too broken look on her face.
'I can't take the chance that I'm wrong about you.'
Almost as if she'd read Hook's mind, Cora chimed in with, "You chose her, and the consequences of that decision."
Hook could have laughed. She would have, too, if she wasn't as uncomfortable by the thought that she had chosen Emma, consequences and all. She'd been so focused on Rumplestiltskin and actually getting her revenge that the thought of double-crossing them never crossed her mind.
'I can't take the chance that I'm wrong about you.'
It had definitely crossed Emma's mind, though.
Hook's blood boiled and Cora's talk of cutting her out of the deal only made it worse; next thing she knew she was face down in the dirt and the damn witch was long gone.
Pushing herself to her feet, Hook cursed under her breath, ocean eyes flashing darkly under the moonlight as she tried to push back the feelings bubbling under the surface; she wasn't angry or even furious. Perhaps a little, at the thought of being kept from reaching her goal. Being kept from her chance at revenge, but she would work past that. She knew how Cora worked by now.
No, she wasn't angry. She was hurt; she'd blindly—and quite unintentionally, if she was being honest—trusted Emma Swan and where did that get her?
Nowhere.
Perhaps what upset her more was the possibility that there might actually be more to the not-quite-misplaced trust she'd put in the Swan girl. It made her uneasy, and as she made her way through the Enchanted Forest in hopes of thinking up another plan while she headed in the direction of the Roger, Hook found herself running her fingers over the ink on her arm, almost as if doing so magically willed away all thoughts revolving around Emma Swan.
end.