This is sorta Captainswan but Mainly swanthief. I hope you guys like it!

Emma Pov

The battle was over. She should of felt happy- euphoric- but Emma wasn't able to muster the slightest of grins.

Everyone was on the deck celebrating, a sense of joy washing through the small group, and for some reason she understood no reason to be grateful.

How could anyone be happy when Henry was still lost in the woods- most likely in grave danger that very second?

So instead of laughing and enjoying herself for the first time in weeks, Emma was here, in the musty compartments below the loud partiers.

She was attempting to heal her wound. When Pan's arrow had missed her by an inch, it seemed as if the blade had missed.

Emma hadn't wanted a big commotion over a tiny scratch, so she stayed silent and continued with her fighting.

Now, after the bombardment was finished and torture ceased, she had begun to feel the real pain.

In the midst of war Emma was fairly sure she'd heard something about his arrows being tipped with poison- a fact that was hopefully fake.

Her failing try to nurse her wound was only making it worse; and the fact that she had no prior medical experience wasn't helping.

There was another thing about it too, every time she peered over her shoulder to see the cut, she couldn't help but imagine Neal's even bloodier and deeper one.

Blinking back tears, she gulped down a sob. Her wandering thoughts only helped to secure the fact Neal was most certainly dead.

Emma sighed. What she would give to have him back...

She awoke from her depressing thoughts at the sound of wood scraping against metal- a sure sign Hook was about to emerge through the empty doorway.

Forcing back a grimace- she had rejoiced in the solitude, even if not in the cheeriest way possible- Emma stood up to greet her visitor.

Sure enough, Hook appeared. "Thought I'd find you down here." He sounded smug, yet worried at the same time.

Funny thing was, Neal had sounded the same way eleven years ago.

Stop thinking about HIM, she thought. He was dead and there was no fixing that. Emma turned as if to glance out a murky window, but in reality she turned to let her tears fall.

Wiping them away with a quick hand, she subconsciously clutched at her injured shoulder.

"What do you want?" It came out harsher than she'd intended. Hook, who'd been regarding her closely for the past couple of seconds, frowned.

He looked like N- no. "I was just wondering where you were. Everyone's been wondering where the savior went."

He looked deep into her eyes, blue meeting hazel. Emma didn't notice it, but he was slowly moving towards her, ambling along.

And even though his eyes- as blue as the sea- looked nothing like Neal's chocolate ones, they contained the same emotions.

Mesmerized, Emma didn't move away as Hook pulled in for the kiss. Instead, she embraced it with all her heart.

Because she didn't feel like she was kissing the pirate; more like the man she was really longing for.

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