It was a surprisingly warm night in Storybrooke. There was a slight breeze that felt comforting to the skin.

The wind drove Emma insane. She was just trying to walk over to the sheriff's station, but her hair seemed to want to run away. After what seemed like an eternity, Emma reached her destination. Inside, someone was waiting for her.

"Hook!" Emma seemed startled. "What are you doing here?"

"Your father said you might need some help around here, love."

"He did? Well then I guess you can help me with these boxes." Emma glanced down at several cardboard boxes full of files and Hook got the memo.

Emma started walking toward Hook, since the boxes were closest to him. All of a sudden, she slipped and fell head-first towards the floor. She landed and began moaning in pain. Hook was by her side in seconds.

"Swan, are you alright?" Hook asked with genuine concern.

"What do you think?" she replied sarcastically. Her head was throbbing and it felt like it was about to explode.

She slowly began to sit up. As soon as she got upright, she put her hand to her head.

"Okay, well let's get back to work," she said, groaning.

"I'm sorry, Swan. I can't allow that."

"Well too bad."

"I'm serious, Swan. Let me take you home. You need some rest." Surprisingly, Emma complied and Hook took her back to the loft.

Hook took Emma up to her room and told her to lie down. She listened to him and flopped onto her bed. Emma just couldn't wrap her head around the fact that Hook was actually in her room. Neal had just died, and Emma was in her bedroom with the one man in Storybrooke who was in love with her.

How did this even happen? she thought to herself.

"I'll be right back," Hook said as he left the room and sprinted down the steps. Hook was back upstairs almost as soon as he had gone. He had with him a hot towel and a steaming cup of tea.

"Here you go, Swan." Hook handed Emma the hot cup of tea. She took a small sip and leaned back against the backboard of her bed. Hook placed the hot towel on Emma's forehead and told her that she would feel better soon. Hook took a seat on the edge of the bed. Hook looked longingly into Emma's eyes as she sat there, just sipping her tea. Emma put her tea and hot towel onto the dresser next to her bed.

"Thanks, Hook. Thanks for everything."

"Anything for you, Swan." Hook gazed straight into Emma's crystal blue eyes and she stared straight back at his.

Slowly, Emma and Hook moved their heads together and joined their lips for a kiss. Emma's lips were soft and gentle against Hook's. His lips were smooth and tasted of salt, just like the sea. They kept their eyes on each other as they pulled apart. Hook started smiling.

"What? What is it?" Emma asked.

"You. Just you."

And Emma just started smiling too.