As promised, my sequel to 'You Saved Me, Now Let Me Save You.'
I'm still very on the fence with this fic. I want to write it, but I'm really not sure how well received it's going to be. And so this is very much a test chapter. If people want me to continue it, then I will.
Please let me know!
"One may tolerate a world of demons for the sake of an angel."
- Renette, Doctor Who, The Girl In the Fireplace.
When Killian awoke, it took him some time to get his bearings. He wasn't aboard the boat travelling across realms to the Underworld, nor was he lying on Emma's bed in the loft, the place he had last remembered lying down. As a matter of fact, Killian wasn't sure where he was. His body squeaked when he moved, the scraping sound of leather on leather, his feet cramped against the console of what he soon realised to be Emma's vessel. He was inside Emma Swan's car.
"What the bloody hell?" He cursed, pushing against the door to sit up straighter, his head bumping the roof slightly. If there was one thing that Killian disliked about Emma Swan it was her impractical, noisy and cramped mode of transport. And yet, he didn't dislike it, not at all. It was too familiar now, too much of her for Killian to ever dislike it, even if it did play havoc with his back if he sat in the seat too long and if he'd not yet gotten used to the seat controls to give his legs more room. The bright yellow contraption was a part of her, and as he'd said before, he was a fan of every part of her.
"Hey Hook." Killian had barely had a chance to regard his surroundings before voice piped up from the backseat. Swivelling as much as his position would allow, his eyes met the familiar brown of Baelfire's – Neal's – eyes, the eyes he saw in the face of his and Emma's son.
"Bae?" He asked, slightly awed by the other man's appearance in Emma's vehicles and still baffled by the appearance of someone not long dead. One of the few people Hook had come to care for over the past centuries.
"Yeah, we need to talk." Neal said but Killian was too confused by the man's presence for the words to register in his mind.
"Where are we?" He asked instead, looking out of the small window and into the open yard out side, at the climbing towers of metal and broken signs, small chariots strapped onto skeletal tracks but pulled by no horses. More modern contraptions Killian was yet to get accustomed to. He supposed he could ask Bae what they were, but something told him that Baelfire had a very different agenda than teaching Killian the ways of the 2st century. "Am I dreaming?"
"No." At least he was being forthright about it. "If you were dreaming there'd be talking doughnuts or something weird like – you know what, never mind." He added, clearly registering the confusion on Killian's face. Killian had dreamt of many things over his centuries of slumber, but never a talking food, even those that put Emma in such a good mood. Opening the car door, Bae clambered out having made the seat slant at angle big enough for his body to crawl through before seating himself down beside Killian. "Think of this like a long distance call from an old friend." He said the word 'friend' loosely, but Killian appreciated the gesture nonetheless.
"It's really you. This isn't some kind of trick?" Killian pressed once more, the thought of being to speak to Baelfire after his death was something Killian had often mused over. He'd wondered if he had ever forgiven the pirate for what he did to his little family. But now was netiher the time nor the place for such questions.
"How's Henry?" He asked, and Kilian shouldn't have been surprised by the question, of course Bae would want to know the fate of his only son, and yet it had caught Killian off guard.
"Your lad's okay, better than okay. He's great." Killian said, trying to form the right words to describe how much Henry had grown since Bae's passing, how even though he'd not remembered at the time, his father's dead had hit in hard. It was one of the reasons he and the boy had become as close as they had. "He misses you." He said, thinking of the days with Henry on the beach or out on the ocean in a ship Killian had 'borrowed', the boy asking questions about his father that surely only Killian would know the answers too. He had wanted to know if he was like his father, and Killian had been far from afraid to tell him. "He's growing up."
"I bet." Bae said, a for long smile on his face as he looked out of the windshield, thinking no doubt about the son he was never to see again.
"Is this the Underworld?" Killian asked, breaking their silence and Bae's musings. "I was on my way to the Underworld."
"No, but that is why I'm here."
"Is this the part where you tell me not to go?" Killian's voice came out harsher than he'd meant it to, but Bae didn't seem to mind.
"No. It should be, but it's not." The note of self-depreciation in bae's voice did not go unnoticed. Clearly he wasn't proud of what he was saying, but he believed it to be right. "But you need to know that once you're there, it's not an easy place to get out of. Now I know you're trying to save Emma –"
"She'd do the same for me, for either of us had she known she could." Killian reasoned, and he watched the small, knowing smile play across Bae's lips. Because of course Emma would, she'd charge into the underworld, her head held high and demand the souls of her loved ones returned to her. She'd probably make the Lord of the Underworld that Killian had heard horror stories about quake in his boots. But what made Emma strong, also made her a threat. Killian couldn't help but worry what state he'd find her in – if he found her at all.
"This won't end the way you think it will." The warning was clear but Killian felt undeterred. He'd lost his love one too many times already, he wasn't prepared to give up now, not after all she'd done to save him.
"She would have come after you, Bae. Had she known."
"She couldn't have." Bae said, turning to Killian and smiling slightly. There was so much of Henry in that smile that it made Killian ache for having brought the lad into this. "I'm not there."
"But that means that Emma is there, I can get to her?" Killian hadn't been aware of his own doubts until then, how much of this plan was based on impulse and anger alone. For all he'd known, the could have arrived at the gates of the underworld just to be turned away and sent on back, theirs hopes crushed and their hearts broken.
"Yeah, she's there." Killian didn't miss the distaste in Bae's voice, something that made his stomach churn.
"Then help me. I can get Regina to split my heart and give it to her. It could work." Bae nodded, but the pain the flickered in his eyes went unmasked.
"The Underworld is for people with unfinished business, and that's not me." Killian could tell by the longing in his voice that Bae wished otherwise. He'd do anything for Emma, just as Killian would, and it was not easy for him to watch Hook do all the rescuing when all he could do was pass on his warning. "That's why I'm not there."
"Where are you?" a soft smile played at Bae's lips at Killian's question, his eyes crinkling slight at the edges as he gazed out the windshield.
"Someplace. Someplace where I'm happy." He said, his voice soft. "I only came because I care about Emma." This wasn't lost on Killian, had his and Emma' roles been reversed he was sure Bae would have told her to turn around, even if she wouldn't listen. "If you think you can do this then you need to get her out of there."
"I'll do my best." Not a lie, but Killian was wondering just what he best might be. Should the issue arise he wouldn't waste a second switching his life for hers, but he knew it was not something she would ever allow. She'd drag him back from the gates of hell and force him into the dingy boat before she'd let him sacrifice himself.
"I figured." Bae said with a smile, looking at Killian as he would a friend. It wasn't the relationship he ever thought he'd be able to have with Baelfire, especially after his death, but it was enough for Killian. "Tell Emma and Henry that I love them. And that I always will." He said as he opened the car door, Killian moved over to call out before the door shut in face, and then he woke up once more.
The daylight was gone, replaced instead by darkness, nothing but a small lantern at the front of boat to illuminate his surroundings, the thick grey mist settled around him.
"Hook? Are you okay?" Mary-Margret asked, leaning over him slightly with genuine concern on her face. It was not concern that Killian deserved and thought he tried to brush her away, one Charming fell into her place.
"You passed out. Are you alright?" David asked, extending a hand towards where Killian was sprawled slightly on the floor of the boat, feeling more unsettled than he should on the water.
"Aye. I'm fine." Killian waved them off, pulling himself into a sitting position.
"Good." Rumplestilskin said, position at the front of the boat. His voice sounded far from happy as he stared out at the water in front of them. "Because were here."
"I don't think we're in Maine anymore." And Regina was quite right. Though everything looked painstakingly familiar, the Storybrooke signs, Main street, even Granny's Diner, nothing was right. The sky was burnt red and the buildings derelict and in various degree of disrepair, the clock tower having been destroyed entirely. In fact, it could hardly be called a clock tower anymore, as the clock itself had been embedded in the tarmac, the face the only part still intact.
"How is this possible?" Killlian asked, watching the people as they walked across the sidewalk, their faces empty, the move slow and repetitive. The thought that Emma could be one of them, walking like there was nothing left to live for – Poor choice of words – was enough to churn his stomach. "How can the Underworld look like Storybrooke?"
"Your questions are pointless." Rumpelstiltskin said, impatience dripping from his voice. He'd have snapped at the crocodile had her not felt the horrible unease around him. Killian wanted to spend as little time in this realm as he could. "All that matters is that these people are all dead and trapped because they have unfinished business."
The sound of a revving engine echoed through the thick, smoggy air and all eyes turned down Main Street, their eyes widening at the sight of the black and white vintage car speeding across the road and out of sight.
"Cruella." Snow gasped, her still red rimmed eyes watching the car as it disappeared from view.
"That's right. And she's here because of Miss Swan. And I'd imagine there are many here because of all of us." He turned to where Killian and Regina stood next on their other side of their group "Us three in particular. So let's not lollygag." Killian hated to agree with the Crocodile – he truly did – but the conniving old man had a point.
"Let's split up." Killian said, already breaking away from the group, his jaw set as he backed away. "We'll cover more ground."
"Agreed. The sooner we get out of here, the better." Regina said and so they went their separate ways. Killian chose the search the docks and the seafront, knowing the ocean calmed Emma in the way it did him. Regina and Robin headed to the North of town, down Main Street and towards the forest while Snow and Henry headed towards the Town Hall, David to the park. Killian had no idea where the Crocodile was headed, and frankly he didn't care. He had to find his Swan, and he had to find her soon.
"I'm looking for my daughter, Emma. Long blonde hair, red jacket." Snow pressed, looking across the diner's counter at the blind witch behind it.
"The saviour!" She announced, clapping her hands together, and Snow felt the rush of hope filling he chest, air finally getting into her lungs.
"You know her?" She asked urgently, but the Bling Witch shook her head.
"No, but your description is pretty complete." Snow hadn't even considered that she was giving a visual description to a blind woman, and frankly, she couldn't find it in her to care. For all she knew, her daughter was down here, suffering and alone, and Snow would rather sell her own soul than let that happen.
"Did you find anything?" Hook asked, entering the diner and looking at the fellow patrons with distaste. Clearly the thought of Emma being down here troubled him just as much, enough that he'd waded in after her with little to no thought.
"There's no sign of her at the park or the Town Hall." Snow said, trying hard not to sniffle at the thought. She felt like she'd done nothing but cry since Emma's death, and she didn't feel like that was going to change until they found her, or saw her at least.
"This is bloody hopeless!" Hook exclaimed, slamming his hand down on the counter in clear, badly disguised frustration. His own eyes were rimmed red, his jaw set enough that Snow was sure he was grinding his teeth. Clearly wherever he'd looked had been a bust, causing more emotional turmoil than it did reveal answers. Snow could relate, at least. "We don't even know if Emma's here. What if she doesn't have any unfinished business?"
"She died a Dark One, Captain." Gold interjected, and any doubts beginning to cloud in her mind were cleared by his words. "Trust me, she'd here."
"Trust you?" Hook al but growled, his face twisted into a sneer as he watched Rumpelstiltskin who seemed airily calm.
"I'm finished being a team player. If you want things done, let me do them my way. I may have something down here that can help us." Ad then he turned, leaving the Diner with a snarky smirk tossed in Killian's directions. He was ready to storm after his and demand he cut the secrecy, but a voice stopped him.
"Any luck finding my mum?" Henry asked, appearing from the back of the Diner, right from the hallway that led to the rooms of the B&B.
"Not yet, Lad." Killian said, stepping away from the counter and swallowing his anger. He was the reason the boy was down here, and if anyone was going to comfort the lad after everything it should be him, even if he didn't deserve the good feeling of making Henry feel better. "But We're not going to give up. What's that?" He asked, indicating to the key Henry was turning over in his hands.
"I was checking in the rooms. This was the one for my dad's room." He said, his voice crestfallen as he looked at the key.
"You're looking for him?" Killian choked out slightly, the vision of Baelfire in Emma's car still very fresh in his mind.
"I wanted to let him know I was okay." Henry said, looking up at Hook with such openness it made Killian hurt. It took a lot of trust to look at someone like that, in Killian's experience at least. And yet, the boy did nothing to hide his disappointment or sorrow. Killian took in the boys appearance, noting that he looked just as wrecked as the rest of them – except for maybe Regina, Robin and Gold – his hair dishevelled from his hands running through it, his eyes red and his nose sniffling slightly.
"Trust me, my boy. He knows." Killian placed his hand on Henry's shoulder, the boy's eyebrow rising slightly in question. He looked so much like Bae had done as a child, a wave of unwanted emotions surging in Hook's already aching heart.
"How can you be sure?"
"I just am. Believe me, Lad, he's in a better place." Killian was surprised with how level he managed to keep his voice. "I promise." Clearly it was the right thing to say as Henry nodded before placing the key on the counter top and making his way towards Snow, casting Hook and thankful look over this shoulder. Killian needed to find Emma, not just for him, but for her boy.
Killian stayed in the Diner after that, Snow having convinced him to wait until Regina and Robin came back from their search before embarking on another. They were in a rush, yes, but they didn't want to waste any of their time searching places that had already been searched. Always so tactical, the princess Snow. It wasn't until Regina finally returned, her face ashen as she exclaimed the run in with her mother that Killian was beginning to feel the press of time more.
"She'll really do that? She'll throw your father – her husband – into the fire?" Snow asked, seemingly abashed by the concept. For the woman who had convinced herself of her evil enough to blacken her own soul to kill Cora, Snow truly knew nothing of the woman's nature.
"Of course she will." Regina said, sounding distraught. Killian almost felt bad for her, but they all had their ghosts in the town, if he pondered on who may be walking among the dead for too long then he'd never accomplish what he came for. There was no use in chasing ghosts now. "She thinks she's giving me my best chance. I can't let my father suffer because of me." Hook wanted to groan. They didn't have time for the Evil Queen's family drama, but he managed impressively to hold his tongue.
"Regina, it's aright." Robin attempted in comfort, but Regina shrugged him off.
"No its not. He's here because I killed him. The only way I've been able to deal with that is to pretend he went to a better place. He didn't." She said, hr eyes downcast for a moment, her face not bothering to hide her pain. "Maybe I should get on that boat." Honestly, it was the best idea Killian had heard since landing here.
"Aye, you should." He voiced, earning a shocked look from both of Emma's parents, the two of them clinging to one another like they were scared one would disappear. Losing Emma was taking one hell of a toll on the both of them, and Killian could see it in Snow's white knuckled grip on her husband's shirt, and David's hand tight at her waist.
"Absolutely not." David said and Killian was taken aback by the strength in his voice. He'd not been the most talkative person since entering the Underworld, even choosing to search for Emma alone. Killian could only imagine the pain he was going through, obviously it rivalled his own, but to lose a daughter you'd only just found had to be hard for anyone to handle. Prince Charming was struggling. "We are not leaving until we find Emma. Together.
"It's too dangerous here." Killian argued, but he'd already sussed it would be hopeless arguing with one of the charming, let alone both.
"Which is exactly why we're not leaving here without out daughter." Snow, levelling Killian with the harshest 'Mum-stare', as Emma had called it, that Killian had seen.
"I can retrieve her, I'm sure."
"We're not letting you do this alone." Snow fought back, and Killian liked to pretend it was for his benefit, but he knew full well they were here for their daughter, not her pirate lover. After all, he had tried to kill them all not a day ago.
"Perhaps I can cut this little squabble short." Rumpelstiltskin interrupted, holding a small, engraved wooden vial up for the group to see.
"What the bloody hell it that?" Killian asked, not trusting for a second anything the Crocodile had retrieved. For all Hook knew, Gold was simply trying to curse them all to stay in the Underworld before taking Regina's boat sailing back to his blissfully ignorant wife.
"This is the way to find your deceased saviour." Gold said, Killian jaw clenching at the way he mentioned her. Knowing Emma was one thing, holding her body as the life drained from it was enough, but to hear someone like Rumpelstiltskin talk of her death with such casual disregard, it made his heart lurch. "The Ale of Sinead from the land of Dunbroch."
"That's a mouthful." Regina said and Hook was reminded of the fiery haired Scot they had left behind in Storybrooke. This was surely from her land.
"It lets you communicate with the dead. Pour this over Miss Swan's grave and we can stop guessing where she is and simply ask her." He said, holding to vial out to Killian, who took it without hesitation.
"You're saying Emma had a grave here in the Underworld?" David asked, and Killian could see how both he and Snow had gone white, the colour draining from their faces at the thought of their daughter grave. It was seeing them like this that made Killian wish he had been the one to die. Surely Swan wouldn't have been this reckless as to follow him straight into death, and she sure as hell wouldn't bring a teenager along. Killian wanted to find Emma – truly, he did – but his biggest regret was allowing the entire Charming family to follow along after. If anything happened to them on this rescue mission, he wouldn't forgive himself. And he doubted Emma would either.
"Everyone down here has a grave. You'll find the cemetery right where you remember it." Killian could only remember going to the cemetery once and that had been Baelfire's funeral. Clearly he wasn't leading this rescue mission if he didn't even know the way.
"If this works, we can find Emma before the boat leave and we can all get out of here together." The hope that flare in the princesses eyes was contagious and Killian felt himself half-smiling despite the situation. They could do it. This could all be over. He could bring Emma home and their white picket future could begin – whatever a white picket life was, anyway.
"A fine idea. I suggest you all get moving." Gold said, already moving to walk between them, right until Killian's arm came up to stop him.
"Not a chance, Crocodile." Killian half growled, his eyes spitting fire as he looked down at Rumpelstiltskin. "you're coming with us."
"You can do this part on your own." Gold sneered back, returning Hook's glare with a malevolent one of his own. "There's a boat coming soon. You want to find Miss Swan, fine. But I have no interest in exploring this world any further. You can meet me there. It' entirely up to you." He said before listing Hook's arm, their bodied not even touching, before he swaggered from the Diner, the door slamming shut with a ding behind him. Killian made a move to go after him, but found his path blocked by Snow's arm pushing on his chest, her hopeful green eyes – so like Emma's – seeking out his.
"Hook. There is no time to argue. If there is even a chance that this will work then we have to risk."
Having never had the need for a cemetery, it was safe to say that the engraved headstones were making Killian feel uncomfortable. Any of those who had had loved and lost had been buried at sea, the way he had always wanted to go, their bodied wrapped in white before being swallowed by the ocean. To see Emma's name engraved so blandly on nothing but a slab of rock felt like a stab to Killian's gut. She deserved better than this, Emma – his Swan – she deserved a shrine in her honour, a token of her life and memories, not a name on a piece of grey rock.
"Are you okay?" Snow asked, her voice shaky as she spoke. Clearly she was not okay if he sniffling was anything to go by, and once more Killian was struck with the harshness of this moment. If he was struggling with seeing Emma's name on an unfamiliar surface, he could only imagine Snow's pain. No mother should have to bury her child, and her was Snow White, the bandit princess who had her thrown taken from he, sobbing as she asked if Killian – the man who had almost killed her – was okay. He'd never felt overly strong emotions towards Emma's mother, but that was beginning to change quite rapidly. He just wished he could comfort her, to lie and say that he was fine. He couldn't.
"I will be if she is." He answered and with a deep breath he uncorked the vial, dribbling its contents onto the grass in front of Emma's name. And then he waited. The image appeared slowly, not entirely visible t begin with, but Killian would recognise those blonde curls anywhere, he'd buried his fingers in them as she took her final breath. "Swan!" He exclaimed and then the image became clear. Snow sobbed louder, David gasped as her clutched his wife close, and Killian could only hope that Regina and Robin had the good sense to cover Henry's eyes.
She was there, his Swan, her golden hair falling over her shoulders in a tangled mess, splotches of blood dried at her temple and seeping through the roots of her locks. Her red jacket was shredded, revealing the filthy white vest beneath. The vest itself was ripped, gashes of red – some still oozing blood – visible even through the vision. And her face, her beautiful face, was bloody and bruised, her eyes half lidded as she fought to keep consciousness, one of them wearing a harsh looking purple bruise. Her lip was split and blood was smeared across her pale skin. The sight made Killian ache in agony, to see his Swan in such a state. It should have been him standing there, his image flickering, his face a mess. It shouldn't be her. It should never have been her.
"Emma, we're here to save you. Where are you?" Killian aske, fighting passed the horrific lump in his throat just to get the words out.
"Hook. The spells not steady. She can't hear you." But Hook had drowned Regina out. All he could focus on his was Emma, her pain. He didn't know whether to curl up and cry with grief or break though the walls of Hell until he found her and carried her to safety.
"Just tell us where you are."
"Something's happening." Robin said, watching as Emma's image flickered. Killian didn't even know if she could see him – oh, he hoped she could. She had to know they were there. She needed to know they had come for her and that they wouldn't give up.
"It's not holding." Regina added, but Hook pressed on.
"Talk to me, Swan. Please talk to me." He said. The image gave one last glitching lurch before Emma disappeared into the red smog once more. "EMMA!" He cried out, his legs giving way as she knelt on the ground, his hands splayed through the grass. Was she actually buried here? If he dug deep enough would he find her body? Everything was beginning to feel agonisingly more real. It was like he'd watched her die all over again. "She doesn't know we came for her. She doesn't know we're here. What's to stop her letting go?"
"Killian," Sow said with a sob, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder. "We will find her."
"Will we? Did you not bloody see her? She's in pain. She's suffering. He said, and by the way Snow flinched at his words, she knew all too well how Emma was faring. Emma was in pain, and so were her family. He could hear Henry as he tried desperately to cry silently, Robin had his arm around his shoulder and was trying to comfort the boy. "There's no time. Cora's boat is coming. You have to take it or we may all be stuck here."
"If she can arrange a way out, so can we." David interjected, his tears not even dried on his cheeks as he surged forward, his jaw set, his eyes ready to take on an army. "after we find Emma. We are not giving up on her. Or you." He said and Killian fought past the guilt at the mans words, turnigninstead to face Regina.
"Your Majesty, they may be staying but you should go." He said. Regina didn't argue which was testament, Killian thought, to just how dire their situation had become. "Take Robin and Take the boy. He's seen more than enough already. As for what your father's going to face…" Hook trailed off, seeing the conflict in Regina's eyes. She probably had no doubt that they could save Emma, just the three of them, but to have to console a distraught Henry until that moment would be torture for any mother to endure.
"It probably looks a lot like what Emma is facing." She finished, her eyes casting back to the grave where Emma hd stood, beaten and bloody, not five minutes before. Killian's veins still felt like they were on fire, his mouth dry and his eyes burning at the thought.
"It's settled. Get the boy out of here."
As it happened, Regina did not get Henry out of the Underworld, but she did one better. Her father had passed on. He was finally in a better place, a happier one, and Killian was glad, he truly was, but Henry was still here. Henry was in the Underworld, searching for a mother who was in more pain than even Killian had ever experience in his hundreds of years. It was enough to unsettled even the steadiest of people.
"That means that everyone here –"
"– Can be saved." David finished for his wife once Regina's story had ended.
"Every soul in this town has unfinished business and chances are for a lot of them, we're that business." Regina reasoned, a heroic mission already beginning t unfold between her and the Charming's. Killian wished he could be as enthusiastic as them, but the image of Emma's blood stained face was in his mind and didn't show any hints of leaving soon. He needed to find her, and saving the souls of the Underworld would surely delay the by a thorough amount of time.
"You've all deluded yourselves if you think these people are worth your time. They're not the dearly departed, they are dead, wretched souls. I want no part of it." Rumpelstiltskin stated, already moving to turn away. Despite Killian's agreement with the Crocodile (Something he'd never admit to in another hundred lifetimes), he couldn't help himself but to argue. Perhaps it was the hero in him rearing its head, putting the needs of others before his own need to find his saviour, or perhaps he was just feeling confrontational.
"What you want doesn't matter." Killian argued, moving to face Gold, the older man's sneer already on his face. "I wasn't bluffing about telling the lovely Belle about your return to Darkoneness." He said flourishing his hand in the flamboyant way Rumpelstiltskin often did. Obviously, Gold didn't find it very funny.
"Our agreement was to find Miss Swan and get the hell out of here. If you want to distract yourself with this other pursuit, be my guest. I'm out." He said before turning and walking away. Where to, Killian didn't know. And once more he found himself not caring. They had bigger issues, the top of which was to save Emma from whatever hell she was enduring. They could save lost souls later once Swan was back in his arms.
"So, who's ready for Operation Firebird?" Henry asked, stepping towards Killian an despite the sorrow in his eye there was a small smile on his face. He had hope, and after the events of that day, Killian was going to need to borrow some of that hope.
"Is that what we're calling it?" Regina asked with a bright smile, and Killian was beginning to feel more grateful that they had decided to join him. This would have been a hell of a lot harder to achieve alone, and yet the guilt of bring them here was still simmering in his gut, waiting to rear its ugly head and the most inopportune moments. But because Henry was smiling through his pain, and David and Snow were on a heroic quest and Regina was willing to save a woman she's once tried to murder, Killian managed to push it aside.
"I like it, Lad." Killian said, wrapping an arm around Henry's shoulders on impulse, amazed with how the boys arm came to circle his own waist as he smiled up at Hook. "Now, let's bring her home."
As usual my proof reading I awful. I really need a beta reader (An volunteers?) but let me know what you think and if this should be continued.