A/n: Don't You Give Up On Me by Milo Green
"Killian! Killian I know you're in there!" Emma stood outside Killian's door, waiting for him to answer. It had been a few hours since their rendezvous with the wicked witch and she'd calmed down slightly after Henry confessed his side of the story. But she was still pissed.
"Come on, open up!" She pounded on the door once more waiting. Finally she heard shuffling around. Why was he ignoring her?
"Bloody hell, woman." He opened the door slowly. He looked a mess; disheveled hair, red splotchy face. His coat was thrown haphazardly on the floor and the bed was unmade.
"We did not finish our conversation earlier." Emma stormed in the room just as he had stormed off earlier after their boathouse confrontation.
Killian closed the door, running a hand through his hair, making it worse. "Emma," he sighed. "I know. I know I messed up. There is no excuse for that. I will do whatever I can to earn your trust back." He sat on the bed without looking at her. He was sincere but he was also utterly defeated.
It was Emma's turn to sigh. "You're not even going to explain yourself?" She crossed her arms over her chest, but her tone had softened.
"What is there left to explain?" He still wouldn't look at her.
"Henry told me it wasn't your idea to leave Storybrooke. He told me that you were just keeping him from going off on his own. And taking my car."
"Well, yes."
"But he also told me that Smee was taking him to New York?"
"Aye. That was a distraction. Never the real plan. But then those blasted flying minions came out of nowhere and I told him to run."
Emma just watched him, so crushed and completely absent of all things Hook.
"Where were you this morning?" She uncrossed her arms and sat on the bed next to him. He finally looked up at her words, somewhat surprised by the softness in her voice and perhaps something else. Could Emma Swan actually have been worried about him?
"I was taken by the dark one and that wicked woman. She was threatening me about not having kissed you yet."
"And why hadn't you?"
"Emma, you know why. If I had, it would've stripped you of your magic and then you wouldn't be able to defeat her. She needs you powerless, it's her own chance."
"But you knew if you didn't kiss me then she would hurt Henry?" The bitter undertones in her voice were creeping in again as she watched him closely.
"She warned me, yes. That's why I went straight to find you after they returned back to town. But I found Henry instead." At that, he turned to face her on the edge of the bed, their faces inches apart. At that realization of their close proximity Killian stood up, backing away from her. "I know it was reckless and I apologize. I only meant to protect the boy."
"I know. I understand. I also appreciate you trying to protect him. But he is my son. You can't make those calls without me."
"I understand as well. I know I disbanded your trust, but—"
"Killian." It was practically a whisper as Emma stood from the bed, approaching him slowly. "I still trust you. I still trust you with my life, with my son's life," she admitted. Something inside Emma was cracking; she could almost feel her walls tumbling down. She watched him flinch as she stood not but inches from his face. "I also know that you saved us, Henry and me. You brought us back to Storybooke. Brought us back our family."
"And a wicked witch." A sad smile played at the edge of his lips.
"You found me, and you brought me home. It couldn't have been easy for you. But you found a way." More than anything Emma wanted to dip her head low and press her lips to his. She could see why the witch prayed on him. He was an easy target. And she was playing right into her trap. Instead she surprised him by wrapping her arms around his neck, embracing him. She felt his reluctant arms hugging her back. "Thank you," She practically croaked in her ear, emotions running high.
"You're welcome." She barely heard the muffled words he breathed into her neck. Deep in her heart she knew it must be destroying him to be this close to her, knowing his lips were still cursed.
"We'll find a way. We'll defeat her and then we'll find a way to break that curse on your lips." She whispered, clutching him as if her life depended on it. And it did.
"I have yet to see you fail."