Hi everyone! Guess who's writing another one shot even though she has loads of fics on the go? Hint: it's definitely me. Enjoy my first CS fanfic, set during what we call the CS Movie. Just with some canon divergence and Emma whump thrown in for good measure. Because the timeline is a mess anyways so it really doesn't matter. Tws for violence, blood etc. Enjoy!
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Things had finally seemed to go right. Snow and Charming were back on track, he had his ring and had given her a promise to always find her.
Emma quietly wiped her eyes, her hand having found Hook's as they backed up and out of the bushes.
It was time to get back to Rumple and hopefully get home.
The trip had taught Emma a couple of things and she was anxious to get home to her actual parents, her new brother and Henry.
They were walking hand in hand for almost ten minutes, on their way back to Rumple's castle when the black knights intercepted their path.
They'd stashed the woman Emma had freed just past where they were and they were lucky the Knights hadn't happened on her.
Emma had only a sword and Killian only his hook but they took down almost half the knights before they got a hit in.
Spitting blood, Hook growled as he got back to his feet, diving his hook through armour and into flesh.
His only way of knowing Emma was okay was the flash of blonde hair as she fought.
In a couple of minutes the fight was over.
Hook stood, breathing heavily as he wiped his hook on his pants.
He turned to grab Emma and get the hell out of there, frowning as he didn't see her standing.
"Killian-"
Hook was next to her in seconds, eyes scanning her form.
His eyes froze on a growing red stain on her right side.
"Emma-" Killian choked out her name, his shaking hand pressing against her side.
Emma grunted in pain, teeth gritted, sweat beading on her forehead. "Trust me to get hurt when everything was going well." she hissed.
Killian swallowed, his hand sticky with blood. Emma's blood.
They had to get to the crocodiles. She needed help. Help they wouldn't find in the forest.
"C'mon, love. Let's get home. Can you stand?" Killian wrapped his arm around her waist.
"Yes." The blonde said quietly, struggling to hold in yelps of pain as Killian lifted her to her feet.
It was another ten minute walk to the castle with a quick detour to grab the woman Emma had freed.
The last five minutes were plain awful. The woman was still unconscious so Killian had her over his back, his other arm cradling Emma and keeping her upright as she stumbled.
Her blood now coated the front of her dress and she got dizzier with each step.
"Almost there." Killian whispered. "A little further."
He thought it was over when they entered the castle. Thought they'd be home soon. Emma could get help.
But Rumple couldn't send then home.
One second they were in his castle halls then the next they were whisked away to a forgotten storage room.
Killian's heart dropped as they appeared.
They had to get home. They had to, Emma would die if they didn't.
Killian placed the unnamed woman down, cradling Emma has her legs gave out.
"Emma?" he whispered, hand pressing back to her side. "Emma?"
"Mm, yeah I'm awake." she mumbled, eyes fluttering open.
Her face was drained of colour, her gaze hazy as she sluggishly tried to get words out.
"Killian..." she whispered, hand coming up to cup his jaw. "Killian...you have to promise me. You have to get home. For Henry, for Neal and my parents. For the woman."
Of course she was concerned about the woman who had slowed down their descent back to the castle.
"You're coming with me. For them." The pirate shook his head, swallowing the tears that threatened to escape.
"I...I'm not so sure I can." The blonde's head polled back against the wall behind her. "We're trapped. I have...no magic."
She had no magic because she'd saved his life.
"Zelena is gone, Emma, you can. You have to try. Open the portal, you're the only one who can."
Emma watched him for a moment, the walls around him closing in on her. "I'm not...strong enough." she shuddered, teeth gritting.
"You are. You always have been." he shook his head, eyes wet as he brought his hand up to touch her cheek.
He closed the distance, kissing her gently.
This wasn't a curse. He couldn't break it. He couldn't make her better. But he could let her know he was with her.
"Please." he whispered the word, broken. "Try."
His hand moved down her arm and he helped her lift her hand, pointed at the portal.
"Think of your family, the people you have to get back too. You can do this, Swan." he urged, fingers interlocking with hers.
He felt the magic bubble up his arm, and fade.
Emma was shaking all over, her breathing laboured. Her entire weight rested against Killian.
"Again, love, you've almost got it." Killian assured, squeezing her fingers. "Just one more try."
He could tell she was so close to passing out and if she did, she and most likely him and the woman would die too.
"Just one more try, love." he held their hands up. "You can do it."
The magic built again, gold flying from their hands.
The portal opened and Emma collapsed against him.
Killian didn't have time to waste, she grabbed the woman and Emma, about to enter the portal when something sounded behind him.
"She got the portal open." Rumple's eyes widened.
"We'll be leaving now."
"My son. Do I find him?"
Killian swallowed and nodded. "Aye, but..."
"But what?" he demanded.
"You find him, and he dies. He died to save...all of us. You included. Do not let that be in vain. You have to forget. You have to."
Rumple eyed the vial in his hand. "Very well."
Rumple let go of his hand and Killian stepped back into the portal.
The travel was disorientating but Killian left only a second to gather himself.
The woman would be fine, she would wake up soon and he would send someone to meet her.
But Emma...
He turned and without thinking, lifted the woman into his arms.
His fingers fumbled against her neck, the weak fluttering reassuring him for only a moment.
Emma's phone lay abandoned and he grabbed it, calling to mind everything Emma had taught him about it.
"Emma?"
"Hook. There's no time to explain, Emma is badly hurt and I need to get her help."
"Hurt? She just left? Where are you?"
The sound of keys clattering and a door opening.
"The barn where Zelena kept her portal. Hurry."
Killian stepped outside, Emma to his chest.
"You'll be okay. You got us back, love, you'll be okay." he murmured, the tears he'd held back trailing down his cheeks and into Emma's hair as he pressed her head to his chest.
Their journey had not been easy, it had started off rough and even the middle had been rough.
But he had not been to think of anyone else since they had met.
Finding her, bringing her home to her parents and her family. The panic when Zelena had cursed him. When Emma had said she was leaving again.
They hadn't had time to talk about their relationship, where it had been, where it could go.
Now he might lose her before they even got a chance.
Soon enough a car was pulling up and Killian was getting in the back without a thought.
David's voice broke as he looked back at his daughter. "Emma?"
"Alive. We need help though, soon. So drive." Killian grit out, trying to ignore how the blood was already drying on his hand and the front of Emma's dress.
The car sped off, David weaving in and out of traffic in his rush to get to the hospital.
Once there, the men both raced out and into the front doors.
David yelled for someone called Doctor Whale, Killian reluctant to let Emma go as they rushed out to help her.
In the midst of a flurry of activity, Emma got pulled from his grasp.
The doctor called out to the others, talking about blood transfusions, surgery, shock. All things Killian had never heard before but shook him to his core.
Killian took one step away from them as they wheeled Emma somewhere he couldn't follow.
Another step turned into another and soon he was pushing outside, desperate for air.
The man leaned against the wall, certain he was about to be sick.
His stomach rolled and he swallowed bile, trying to get enough air into his burning lungs.
A hand met his back, rubbing up and down.
"Breathe, Hook, nice and deep." David murmured, his own voice cracking.
"I'm sorry. I couldn't protect her. I couldn't stop it, I-" David unceremoniously pulled him to his chest, hugging him fiercely.
Hook clutched at his shirt with his hand, gasping noisily. In seconds, he was crying. Something he hadn't done in...a long, long time.
David pressed his hand to the back of his head. "Breathe. Just breathe."
He felt like he'd never be able to breathe again. Not with this pain.
How could he when Emma could be dying ten feet away from him?
How could he ever breathe again?
