I Hope You Catch Me
Chapter 1
A/N: So first off this is obviously a Captain Swan 3 Fanfic. Here's the catch, all the chapters have a specific song for them. The chapters depend on the songs. I'll write the name of the song, and at least two lines from the song. You might be able to guess the songs with the lyrics :) I will also explain what each song has in common with the chapter. I have all the songs planned out already, and I really hope you enjoy this fic! This fanfic is rated M ONLY because of some parts of it, but it is suitable for anyone who shouldn't read M rated stuff, so don't worry. I will also alternate between Emma, and Killian's POV, just letting you know. Alright, so this first chapter, and song is kind of the intro, Hook is trying to persuade Emma. And this Chapter/Song is about Emma trying to figure out her feelings for him. Please do enjoy! And review!
Take Me Home
"Are You The Answer? I Shouldn't Wonder... I Can Feel You Breathing, Can Feel Your Heart Beat Faster... Take Me Home Tonight, I Don't Wanna Let You Go Till You See The Light."
"Hook!" Emma called. "How in the hell did you get here?"
"Well, that's for me to know, and for you to find out." He replied cooly with that signature, flirtatious smirk of his.
Once Emma, and Mary-Margaret had made it through the portal, she noticed Hook. She hadn't had time to ask him anything due to, well, everyone in Storybrooke she had to say 'hi' to. But now that she was just an ordinary person again, she finally set out to find him. Meeting him at Granny's, at like six in the morning, on her way to work, quite the oddity. She guessed he had probably been spending the nights there in the hotel.
"And what exactly does that mean?" She questioned. Emma knew that if she wanted to get anything out of him, she would have to act the same way he acted.
"It means what it means, love." He replied, again with that stupid grin of his.
"Don't you even dare call me love, Hook." Emma snarled back at him.
To be honest, she despised all those nick names that he came up with for her. Love, darlin', milady, princess, lass, PET... Was that just the way he acted? Or was it something else?
"Why? S'it bother you, PRINCESS?" Hook stepped towards her, the corners of his lips upturned into that grin of his.
"As a matter of fact it does, Hook." Emma retorted. God he was so annoying, and she was going to be late for work because of him. That bastard.
He had the courage to speak up again, "Oh, love. Don't worry, it's not like
it's the end of-"
"God Hook! I've just barely even talked to you for a second, and I ALREADY have a headache." Emma scowled back at him, heading out the door without her coffee. Hook had to ALWAYS ruin everything.
"Come on girl, I know quite the number of ways to get rid of headaches." Hook remarked snidely, snatching her wrist with his only hand. "And, why are you up so early?"
She cocked her eyebrows, giving him HER signature death glare. "No Hook, the question is, why are YOU up this early?"
"Well, you're a feisty one aren't ya?" He quipped, AGAIN with that stupid, stupid, STUPID smirk of his.
"I have work to do, bye." Emma fiercely pulled her hand free of his grip, and walked out the door.
"My love, I need help. You ARE the sheriff aren't you? And it's your job to help any citizen of Storybrooke, right? So then show me around, get me accustomed to this very interesting world of yours." Emma stopped right in her tracks. What he was saying WAS in fact the reality, but she couldn't help that annoying, cocky, arrogant pirate.
"I don't have the time for your stupid antics, Hook. You can figure this place out. It's small enough. Just don't-" Then it hit Emma.
Hook needed to get revenge on Gold - Rumplestiltsken - If Gold saw Hook just wandering around the place like he owned it, Gold would kill Hook. Or the opposite, and Emma couldn't allow that in her town. She wouldn't let anyone get hurt, it was her duty to protect everyone, even if they weren't the nicest, or humblest person on earth.
"Okay, I'll- I'll show you around, and help you figure things out." Emma said exasperated, and frustrated that it had to come down to this.
"Well then love." Hook had the grin plastered on his face.
"Let's, uh, head to my house." She muttered.
"Whatever you say, love." He replied with the most arrogant voice you could EVER imagine.
"Give me your hook, Hook." Emma said. If Hook just trotted into her house with his hook, that would be terrible. She wouldn't allow him to have such a weapon there, endangering Henry, David, and Mary-Margaret.
Hook feigned hurt. "Bloody hell Emma, does this look like a weapon to you? You know what IS a weapon though?" He looked down at the ground, waggling his eyebrows. Wait not the ground, somewhere else, near his waist...
"Hook, no, you are sick. And yes it's a weapon," Hook grinned at that. "No, that's not what I meant..." Emma sighed. It was truthfully pointless to try, and talk to him. Without his mind wandering off to dirty places.
Emma watched Hook detach his hook. It was actually interesting. He turned it, and then something clicked, and then it was off. He gave it to her without hesitation, aside from the dirty smirk that was on his lips, he cooperated.
Walking, Emma carefully placed the hook in her bag. Hook was following her, making smartass comments, that she didn't pay any attention to whatsoever.
That is until he said something less smartassy. "The name's Killian, Killian Jones. Don't call me Hook. You confuse yourself, love." He smirked when he saw that she had actually paid attention.
"Ugh," Emma sighed, muttering something along the lines of "fucking arrogant bastard". Unthankfully not quiet enough that Hook didn't pick up on what she had uttered.
"I'm not that much of a bastard, you know, lass." he back-talked. Always with that inappropriate grin of his. Emma had never ever seen him without that sick grin when he talked.
KILLIAN'S POV
Killian watched Emma carefully. He was walking alongside her, watching her every step, her every breath, her every blink. His eyes lingered on every single beautiful detail on her face. Killian watched her lips part for air to stream out, with every exhale, puffy, visible air came out.
"What?" Emma growled, snapping Killian out of his reverie.
"Nothing, love. Worry about yourself." He calmly shot back.
She was truly beautiful, inside, and out. Every little feature was beautiful. The way her hair flowed down perfectly down her shoulders, the way her eyes lit up every once in a while, the way she scowled back sly comments trying to best him.
Killian scanned the area. Trees with colourful, wild leaves drifted toward the ground with such tender gentleness. The leaves that fell piled on the ground, making the sidewalk barely visible. While he was walking, a leaf floated down from a branch, and landed atop his head.
"Seems as though the trees even want me, love." Killian smiled his BEAUTIFUL grin.
He stopped, facing Emma, and made sure the leaf was still on his head. Killian's eyes wandered around her face trying to find any sort of amused emotion. Nope. She wasn't that easy to impress.
"Ha-Ha," Emma remarked sarcastically, you could practically SEE the sarcasm on her face. "But I don't." She added in a venomous tone.
"Ouch. Love, just admit you want me already. Here, take this leaf, it's been on my head." Killian charmingly grinned. He plucked the leaf off of his head, grabbed Emma's hands, opened them, and placed the leaf in her palms.
Killian could see the leaf's vibrant colours. A bit of yellow as bright as the sun in midsummer, orange like a pumpkin, and a small amount of red the colour of blood. But it would never even come close to how beautiful Emma was.
"What the actual hell?" Emma pulled her hands away, stuffing the leaf in her pocket. "Are you some type of kid? It's just a LEAF."
"A leaf that has touched me. You should be thanking me for my generosity, love. And as far as I'm concerned, I've been living for more than three-hundred years. So I'm not a kid." Killian smirked, earning him an eye roll from Emma.
Emma continued walking, ignoring Killian's eyes hungrily roaming her body. He continued heading in the direction she was walking, just thinking about her reaction to his leaf. The funny thing about that though, was that he could practically see the steam rolling off her. Ahh, this was gonna take a while.
The rest of the walk was just an eerie silence that pierced Killian's ears. It felt like every second was an hour as they both walked, and by the time they got to her house it seemed as if millions of years had passed.
"Stay here, let me go talk to my parents." Emma said, making her way to the door. THIS IS GOING TO BE INTERESTING, Killian thought.
EMMA'S POV
"So you're saying you brought a PIRATE home?" David asked irritated with the stupidity of that idea. "And especially Hook?"
"No, I mean, it's not what it seems." Emma let out a frustrated sigh.
Knowing Hook, he was probably listening in on the conversation. God, he was going to bug her FOREVER because of this. She was getting a headache from arguing with her parents. Plus, she was feeling like a little fifteen year old trying to get her parents to allow her boyfriend over. This had to end, and soon.
"Then what is it?" David questioned, almost on the verge of exploding, but not quite yet. His face was the colour of a very ripe tomato.
"David.," Mary-Margaret stepped in for the first time in this argument. He turned to look at her, and Emma could see the conflict in his eyes whether, or not to argue. He did that, oh-my-god-I-hate-this, nod of disapproval. "Hook needs help. He's new around here, come on." Mary-Margaret was almost begging. She wants to make everything so peaceful, such a peacemaker.
"I am new around here, Dave." Hook got welcomed with four pairs of eyebrows raised.
Emma suddenly just let loose, bursting out with laughter. "Dave." she started muttering over, and over again as she laughed her ass off. She could hear Henry's amused cackling, David's deep laugh, and Mary-Margaret's clear laugh. Then, another laugh she thought was Hook's. His laugh was surprisingly light, clear, and just relaxed, which Emma found quite hot... No! She couldn't be thinking that way about him.
"Umm... Ex-Excuse Me... D-Did I say something... Wr-wrong?" Hook implied in between fits of laughter. Even though Emma couldn't see his face, she could just HEAR the flirtingness, and dirty grin. Or was that just what she thought? FUCK, I'M GOING DELUSIONAL NOW, Emma thought. NEXT THING I KNOW I'LL BE IN AN INSANE ASYLUM.
Emma clutched at her abdomen, trying to cease the laughter. After quite the time, everyone calmed down, and she finally got the chance to speak up. That is, actually 'Dave', got to speak.
"My name's David, Hook." He said, and with a surprisingly calm tone in his voice at that.
"Yeah, David," Hook mumbled. Emma wasn't sure if it was meant to be heard, or not. But she heard it alright. "And I'm guessing you must be Henry?" He shook his head at Henry, making Henry raise an eyebrow, and nod back.
"Wait, hold on." Mary-Margaret interrupted the nice reunion. "Weren't you knocked out, or something? How the heck did YOU get here? And by here, I mean Storybrooke." She asked the same question that was nagging Emma for the past few hours.
"Well, I have my ways." He easily avoided the question, at least for now. Emma was going to get it out of him if it was the last thing she did.
What was the fucking time? It seemed like a few couple billion years had just passed. And that Emma had just been living those numerous years mourning over her massive headache, doing nothing productive. She lifted her head to see the clock, ticking away, seconds passing, passing, passing. TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK, TICK-TOCK. The clock read 7:45, or at least somewhere around there. Practically two hours with him already, how DID she do it? She had no idea.
"Not to be rude. But why exactly are you here?" Henry asked with that curiosity of his.
"Emma here, said she would be able to help me in this world. You know, since she's the sheriff. Is she not?" The corners of his lips flipped upward, and he glared directly in Emma's direction.
Emma cleared her throat, signaling to the others that she would be able to take care of him. "Yes, I'm just showing him around, and helping him get on his feet."
"Ah. Sure thing, love." He grinned when Emma sent him the most threatening look ever.
Fuck it. She shouldn't have brought him here, what the hell was she thinking? Damn him, that fucking arrogant bastard. Now both her parents, and Henry were looking at her as if she were the oddest thing in the world. As if she was an elephant with fairy wings, gills, giant buckteeth, and breathed out pink bubbles. Pft, pathetic.
"Yes, well. I better get to that showing him around thing." Emma covered, interrupting whatever was in everyone's sick little minds. In general, Hook, who now had the smirk of the devil. God only knows what he was thinking in there. Poor God.
She grasped Hook's arm, just above the elbow, and dragged him up the stairs. He was actually following her, which of course surprised Emma. But then again, he was unpredictable. Next thing she knew, he could be making out with her without even knowing. Emma was pulling him into her room, and with every step she took, she got more nervous that he WOULD do something to her. When he, and Emma got in her room, she literally slammed the door shut. She jolted a bit, as she hadn't expected that much of a bang from the door. Emma hoped that Mary-Margaret, David, and Henry just took the bam of the door as an accidental slam, rather than something very inappropriate... And that they were starting to think of Hook, and Emma as more than just friends. But hell no, never in her entire life would she fall in love with Hook, of all people.
"Something wrong, love?" Hook gently placed his hand on Emma's cheek, making her tingle with the weirdest of feelings. It was like she was in a freezer, shivering, but at the same time she was on the sun, burning up. What the actual hell? Emma was starting to really consider going to a mental hospital. She was in a freezer, standing on the sun? Yep, she definitely needed help.
"Yes, something is very wrong. And you wanna know what that is?" Emma paused, giving Hook at least a little hope.
"What?" He cocked his eyebrow in that way of his. Emma didn't even need to see his lips, she just knew they were smiling in the most inappropriate way.
"You. You're what's wrong with me. You're just so- so-" Emma couldn't get it out. She didn't even know what she wanted to say about him.
"So what? Tell me, or I'll answer it for you." He had that signature grin of his on his face. His hand was now at his side, not on her cheek, and the sad thing about that, was that she didn't want his hand to have left.
"You're so hot, perfect, and you're just you, there's nothing I would change about you. I don't know if I want you, or not, it's just so confusing! I just want to punch you, and kiss-" The words just slipped out, and they were out now, she couldn't change anything now. But she sure could shut her blabbering mouth that deserved to be taped up until next year. "No. I don't mean any of that shit. It's just- I just- I hate you. Fucking arrogant bastard." Emma was fuming now, she had some other nasty things to say about him, but they couldn't change the past.
Hook chuckled, gently putting his hands on Emma's waist, and pulling her closer to him. Emma didn't restrain, and try to fight him though, she felt, sort of safe with him. Hook stared into Emma's eyes, his eyes didn't look amused like they always did, they looked hopeful, and sincere.
Well, that moment lasted merely a second. Emma snapped back into reality, putting her walls back up. She put her hands on his chest, and shoved him hard away from her. Looking back on it, she should've never have looked back into his beautiful sky eyes. All she saw was angst, frustration, hurt, and something like the eyes of a lost puppy.
Emma wasn't a seventeen year old careless teen anymore. She protected her heart from people such as Hook, and not only Hook, but any other guy. That's why, for ten whole years she had never gotten close to anyone but herself. Henry, and her parents were different though, they were actual family. Not some hot player guy who just wanted to shatter her heart in pieces, abandoning her. If she were to fall in love again, if she were to fall for that trick again, if she were to trust again, it wouldn't end well. Nothing ever ended well for her, she would never have her happy ending. She would never fall again, fall with no one to catch her again, ever.
A/N: Well thank you for reading! Next chapter will be up shortly! Hope you enjoyed, and if you did, give a review! ;)