Rating: K+ maybe T if you squint really hard
Paring - Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones x Emma Swan
Chapter 1/?
A/N - First attempt back at fanfiction. I hope you all enjoy it! Sorry if anyone seems ooc. Enjoy!
The sound of the explosion could be heard at Granny's where Emma was sitting enjoying a quiet lunch with Henry. The glasses on the Formica counter rattled and every patron rushed out the front door to see what had happened. The smoke could clearly be seen coming from the marina and Emma felt her heart constrict a little at the sight. She shouldn't care about him; she had tried so hard not to care. With a look to Red without waiting for an answer she took off on foot. Red grabbed Henry's arm when he went to follow, shaking her head at him.
"We need to call Snow and David, let them know what happened. And I have to keep you safe Henry." Red softly told him as she knelt at his level. "We both know your mother can handle herself." Henry just nodded as he regretfully followed Red back into the Diner. Granny was already on the phone and from the sounds of it she was telling David just what she thought about what happened.
Emma ran as fast as she could, not understanding just why she was so afraid that something had happened to him. He is a pirate; he's lived on a boat presumably all of his life. So why the hell am I afraid for him? It was probably nothing, just Cora and Regina getting into an argument and it got a little out of hand. Yup that was all. She kept repeating this mantra in her head as she ran. When she got to the Marina there was fire and smoke everywhere. And someone up there thought it was funny, because just as she reached there it started to rain. Pieces of charred and still burning wood littered the bank all the way up to the road. She got a flash of words on a piece and she broke back out into a sprint towards the center of the wreckage.
Emma heard sirens in the distance and a part of her knew she should have stopped to call it in, but right now all she could think about was him. She heard the creaking as she passed what was left of the Jolly Roger. The mast looked as if it could fall any time now she just hoped it would spare her. At the far end of the docks she could just make out a figure standing in the rain. A flash of lightening reflected off the metal by his side. He seemed to be looking at something she couldn't see.
As she got closer to him, she saw that he was shirtless. His jacket and vest discarded on the ground. Without picking them up, she couldn't tell if they were unscathed from the fire. Now she was standing just a few steps away. She could see cuts and scars marring his back. Blood trickling down catching in the band of his leather pants.
"Hook?" Emma called to him, but by the tensing of his shoulders she knew that she wasn't talking to that egotistical pain in the ass side of him at that moment. So she tried again, "Killian? Are you…" she swallowed around a lump that somehow found its way into her throat, "Are you okay?"
His shoulders seemed to be shaking, at first she thought it was from pain but then she heard it. He was laughing. But it was not the laugh she had heard so many times when he was regaling Henry with stories from his time in Neverland, it was hollow and harsh. She visibly flinched as he turned around and fixed her with a stare. His icy blue eyes were dark like the sea during a storm, and if she had any sense left in her she would've balked at the fact he was rubbing off on her with sea comparisons. His laughter had abated and when she looked past the anger in his eyes she saw the sadness and pain there.
"Killian, you're hurt," She whispered as she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder. He flinched back from her touch but she took a step forward and placed her hand firmly on his shoulder. He broke his stare then and looked upwards to the sky. Emma took the brief respite to look him over again. Underneath the cuts and blood that covered his chest and the long gash that was across his stomach. She had to admit he looked rather good with his shirt off. She saw the straps that held on the contraption on his left hand to hold his hook. Even that didn't scare her anymore.
Her left hand reached up and gently touched his cheek to make him look back down at her. "Killian, what happened?" she asked softly. The silence between them stretched out. His ragged breathing and the rain was all that she heard, broken occasionally by the sound of another piece of wood splintering.
"Cora happened," he told her bitterly. "The witch didn't like that I refused to hurt your lad or take him from you. So she destroyed my ship, with me still inside of it." He nearly growled the last bit, shaking his head when he noticed Emma's eyes growing larger as she processed what he said. She couldn't believe he would stand up to Cora over her son. "Don't look so surprised love. I may be a lot of things, but child killer, I think not." Emma mulled over his words and nodded silently. Her traitorous hand on his shoulder had slid down and was now tracing one of the cuts on his chest. She snatched it back as fast as she could but his hand grabbed it and placed it back against his chest. He raised an eyebrow at her, clearly amused at how she seemed to come back to herself.
"You're hurt. We need to get you to help." She mumbled as she tried to pull away from him, both physically and mentally. She let her walls down for too long. She needed to get him to safety then go home and have a very strong drink and try and forget this ever happened. "Hook, let go of me."
"No, that's not my name princess." He told her, fighting off the urge to pull her closer. Emma let out a sigh, "Killian, let go of me, please." She tried again, adding the please on as an afterthought hoping it would move things along more quickly. Killian smirked at her, "No. I nearly died today love. Give a man a break. I just need to feel something good for a moment." Emma rolled her eyes at him. "You'll be feeling my fist upside your head in a minute if you don't let go."
Killian let out a chuckle as he released her. Emma stumbling backwards as she tried to right herself. Looking up at him she noticed that the rain was doing way too many things to his skin. It was sending her brain to places she had previously forbade it to go ever again after that sword fight. The rain slipped down his nose and his cheekbones and dripped onto his chest. His eyelashes seemed to look impressively longer while wet and his lips were even more kissable. Emma shook her head, hoping to stop the train of thought before it could go any further. When she finally looked back at him she noticed his eyes were back to their icy blue with a twinkle in them that told her he knew what she was thinking.
"See something you like love?" He asked her, his smirk back on his face. Emma let out a god to honest snort, "Please as if I'd ever want to kiss you." Killian laughed, "I didn't ask if you wanted to kiss me." Emma blinked; she had walked right into that one. He took a few steps forward and grabbed her again. As Emma opened her mouth to no doubt let out a string of objections he covered her mouth with his. Emma froze in his arm, stunned by the gentleness of the kiss. It wasn't long before the gentleness of his lips moving against hers, had won her over and she found herself melting into him returning the kiss. Emma wrapped her arms around his shoulders pulling his body closer to hers. It turned out to be a mistake as Killian let out a gasp of pain into her mouth as their bodies connected.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry." Emma babbled as she stepped back and her hands reached out and ghosted everywhere before finally settling at her sides at a loss of where to touch him. The gash on his stomach had ripped back open from the movement. He seemed to sway on his feet as the adrenaline that had kept him moving this whole time slowly left his body. As if the pain reminded him just what all he had went through. He collapsed forward into her arms. Emma took his weight and tried to carefully collapse to the ground holding him close.
"Killian? Wake up! Killian! No, no no no. Killian!" She kept saying his name over and over. Her hand pressed against the wound trying to stop the flow of blood through her fingers. The rain seeming to make it all that much harder as it made his skin slick beneath her palm. It seemed like hours but finally David and Dr. Whale were there. It seemed a blur then. They were moving him onto a stretcher. Apparently they had had to clear away a bunch of debris just to get close enough to her after the mast had finally given way.
Hours later Emma sat in the hospital next to his bed. She was mulling over what happened on the docks as she twirled his hook in her hands. Henry had come by with Red bringing her cocoa and some soup at some point. She barely remembered Red leaving, or Regina taking Henry with her to keep him safe from Cora. Yet her she still sat, keeping silent vigil over a sleeping pirate who just lost everything over her son.