Author's Note: Yea, so I tried to post this up yesterday and it came out completely jumbled. Here's to second chances!
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She was pissed. Why was she pissed? She should be anything BUT pissed. But she was pissed. As he came into her view up ahead, she walked a little faster, anxious. She watched as he leaned over the docks, gazing at the stars above, taking a swig of rum.
Hearing footsteps approaching, he looked her way and smiled. A genuine smile that faded quickly once he took in the expression on her face.
"Swan?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. She stopped abruptly in front of him, crossing her arms. "So Henry was telling me about his day with you. He mentioned you told him stories of pirates roaming the seas long ago, and that you took him on a small little boat to teach him how to sail."
Her eyes scanned the docks, looking for it. Please let it be here.
It wasn't.
Her heart started to beat just a little bit faster. She turned her gaze back to him. He was avoiding her eyes now, looking down, up, sideways, everywhere but her.
"Hook." she said. The tone of her voice brought his eyes to hers, finally.
She swallowed. "Where is the Jolly Roger?" she asked.
He sighed, took a final swig of rum before setting it aside. His jaw was set, his eyes hard. He clearly didn't want to have this conversation. "That's none of your concern." he said. He was walking away from her now.
"What aren't you telling me?"
"Killian." she said. That stopped him. She stepped behind him slowly, her voice coming down to a whisper because she knew the answer to the question she was about to ask. She hated the fact that she didn't realize it sooner but with everything that's been going on, her time at the docks has been limited, the pieces just coming together for her.
"What did you do?" she asked him.
He took in a long breath, let it out, and turned to face her.
"I sold it."
She blinked. She couldn't do much else but blink and stare at him, as he waited for a reaction, a response. Anything. There was an electricity in the space between them that suggested that this moment would be something to remember. She realized now that she wasn't pissed, she never was. She was terrified.
"You…" her breath caught in her throat. "Why?"
She could literally feel her walls begin to shake with every step he took towards her. "I traded it to get back to you. To find you." he said.
Crumbling into nothing. Her lips began to tremble just slightly as he continued closer towards her until he was just inches from her.
She looked into his eyes, tears beginning to well in her own.
"The Jolly Roger meant everything to you." She was going to break, she could feel it.
He shook his head, leaning his forehead against hers.
"Precisely. The Jolly Roger MEANT everything to me…"
A beat. A pause.
"….now you do." he finished.
A single tear escaped her eyes. And as Emma Swan kissed Killian Jones, she could feel the weight that's been on her shoulders lift, the armor she always carried with her falling to the ground with a thud.