"Emma. Emma, come on. Wake up."

No.

"Emma, please come on."

Just five more minutes...

"Emma."

Henry didn't have to be at school for ages.

"Emma, for goodness sake. Do you want him to break the door down?"Slowly but surely, Emma felt her eyes open. And then close. And then open again. They closed once more and remained so, until a gentle shaking forced her to open them. A face swam before her eyes as she found her bearings. It took a few seconds of blinking before she could work out who the face belonged to. "Mary Margaret?"

"I didn't want to wake you but he's demanding to see you."

"Who, Henry?" She sat up like a spring, suddenly feeling very alert.

"No, not Henry."

Mary Margaret's words went in one ear and out the other as Emma tossed the covers away and swung her legs round the side of the bed. "Is he hurt? What's happened to him?"

"Not Henry." She took hold of Emma's arms. "Hook."
She felt her expression of concern melt into one of confusion. Hook? Why did Hook want to see her? "Is he in trouble?"

Mary Margaret bit her lip and for the first time since she'd woken her, Emma thought she saw laughter in her eyes. "I think he's drunk."

"I thought he was permanently drunk."

"I did too until I saw him drunk. He's shouting in the street for you. Everyone's looking out their windows."
Emma shrugged. "What do you want me to do about it?" All she wanted was to go back to sleep. She had a busy day tomorrow. Someone had broken into Granny's and she needed to find out who. The only way she could do that was if she had a clear mind, something a drunk Hook could distract her from.
She fell back down on her bed and pulled the covers over her head, turning away from Mary Margret's concerned expression.
"Emma!" she exclaimed, "If you don't go and sort him out, David will and he'll have to spend the night in a cell."
"It might teach him not to drink so much."
"Emma."
And then she heard it. A soft thud, thud, thud as if something was hitting the window. Emma emerged from the covers and exchanged a glance with Mary Margaret. "What was that?"
"Hook. He's throwing stones at the window."
"And you're just letting him do that?" She once again pushed the covers away. A few seconds later she made her way out the room and ran down the stairs, stopping dead at the scene in front of her.

David was handcuffed to the bed by one hand, wearing only boxer shorts. "God's sake," complained Emma, shielding her eyes, "Could you find a way to not scar me? Just for once."
Mary Margret followed her down and also stopped at the sight of him. There was a sheepish expression on her face. "I had to handcuff him or he would've gone out and caused trouble for Hook."
"And you just happened to have them on hand?"
"Emma, I-" David began.
"I don't want to hear about your weird kinks." She made her way to the window, specifically not looking at her father, and opened the curtain a crack to peer through. Hook, sure enough was throwing stones at the window. He stumbled even when he was standing still and took swigs from the bottle of rum in his hand. "He really is out of it," mused Mary Margret, standing behind Emma.
"Guess this is a job for the Sherriff," She replied.

"Well I would but I'm a bit stuck…" said David.
"Not you."

She hurtled back up the stairs and pulled on the jeans and shirt she'd been wearing earlier. In a matter of seconds she'd made her way out the door, shutting it behind her. An involuntary shudder travelled through her as she tried to push the image of David from her mind. She really needed to get her own place. It was a good thing Henry was spending the night with Regina.

The air was bitter and cold and the pavement sparkled with rain in the lamplight. Autumn was really upon them. Hook stood in the middle of the road, squinting up at the window. He wore his usual attire of black leather, disappearing against the darkness.
He hadn't noticed her yet, which was a good thing. Emma had the advantage. She noticed how he was no longer holding the rum in his hand, instead had placed it clumsily on the pavement. If she was quiet enough and he was drunk enough – which she was sure he was – she could quickly move in and snag the rum. Operation Snag The Rum. There was a reason Henry came up with the code names.

She tiptoed out into the darkness and made her way towards the bottle. Her fingertips had only just brushed it when – "Swan!"
"Hook," she greeted as she wrapped her hand around the bottle and straightened up.
"If you wanted a drink, love, you could've just asked."
"Yeah, well. I don't want a drink."
"Then –forgive me- but why have you so unwittingly stolen my bottle?" He was swaying on the spot, Emma noticed. Totally out of it.
"You're causing a disruption. This –" she held up the bottle, "Is the cause of the disruption."

"Sorry, Swan but you appear to not be making sense," He took a step towards her and almost fell over. "And you know what I think about sense. You should be making it."
"I think it's the other way around, " said Emma, supressing an eye roll, "Come on, Hook, let's get you home."
"Why don't you call me Killian."
"Because right now you're being a drunken pirate."
"A devilishly handsome drunken pirate." He made a grab for the bottle but Emma held it away. In his normal state, he would have been able to steal it back, but he was definitely not in his normal state. "You're ruining all the fun."
"Yup. Now let's go."
He leaned so close that Emma could smell the alcohol on his breath. Usually she found it hard to stifle her attraction for the infamous pirate but right now, she found it hard thinking of a reason why she was attracted to him. "Haven't you ever heard the phrase 'get really drunk or go home'?"
She took a step back. "Pretty sure that's not a phrase."
He took a step forward. "My darling Swan, I think you'll find it is."
This time she didn't step back. "If you don't escort yourself home, I'll have to escort you to a cell."
"Why don't you escort me home," he whispered in a (what he hoped was) a seductive manner. She looked at him with a serious Sherriff expression, but he simply cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Fine," she finally said, "But no funny business."
"Whatever do you mean?"
She chose not to answer, and instead linked her arm with his and began walking him back to his flat. Hook had bought a flat when he returned to Storybrook without the Jolly Rodger. It was only a tiny thing with one bedroom and a little living room. Emma had only been there a few times but she knew the way. Hook apparently didn't, even though it was his flat.
"This is very intimate," He mentioned as they walked.
"There's nothing intimate about it."
"Arm in arm, a romantic stroll under the stars." He tripped and Emma yanked him up before he fell, "Be gentle, love."
Eventually they made it to his front door. Hook pulled the key from his pocket and attempted to open the door, unable to even find the lock. Emma gave a sigh and took the key from him before unlocking the door. "Atta girl. I like my women feisty," he said as they walked into their dark passage. "It makes the other… activities far more enjoyable."

Emma led him into the flat, switching on lights as she went. She pushed him down on the sofa, which caused him to make a noise of appreciation. "I'm going to make you some coffee."
"I don't want any coffee, lass."
"Stay here."
The kitchen was small, just like the rest of his flat. She managed to find a clean mug as she waited for the kettle to boil. She noted it had a little ship printed on it, which made her smile. The milk was off so she decided to serve him the coffee black. That was probably for the best.
He sniffed at the coffee, making a face. "Got anything a bit stronger?"
"Nope." She took a seat in the chair opposite him.
"Not even a little stronger?"
"Drink the coffee."
"You really are a remarkable woman, Swan." She glanced up to find he was looking at her quite seriously.
"Drink the coffee," she repeated, her voice a little weaker.
To his dismay, he took a sip. He made to place the cup on the coffee table but Emma raised her eyebrows at him. Like a scolded child, he took another sip. If only he drank coffee like he does rum, thought Emma.
"So why are you drinking so much?" She inquired when the silence became uncomfortable.
"I always drink, or have you not been paying attention?"
She shook her head. "Not like this."
"I am a pirate without a ship. The only thing I've got is my rum, sweetheart."
"And the looting."
He raised his cup in a toast. "To the looting." And then he slopped most of it down himself. "Bloody hell."
She couldn't help but give a small smile. "What would your crew say if they could see you now?"
"They'd think I was a bloody idiot."
"I think you're a bloody idiot."
"I think I'm a devilishly handsome bloody idiot."
"I think you're a drunk bloody idiot. Drink your coffee."
"I think I'm in love with you."

Emma's head snapped up. He met her gaze completely serious. "Killian…" She warned.

"Emma."
"Drink your coffee," She said, barely audible. She could hear her heart beating, but she wasn't going to let him get to her.
He took another sip and then placed it down on the coffee table. Half of it tipped over the side of the mug, staining the table. Hook made no attempt to clean it and instead, settled back against the sofa. Emma watched him, wondering if he was going to fall asleep. He certainly looked that way; blinking slowly and swaying ever so slightly even when he was sat.
"Will I need to check on you tomorrow?" she asked, determined to keep him awake until he'd finished his coffee. The alcohol seemed to be winning against the caffeine.
"Aye. You can bring your boy if you like. I've promised him a sword fight or two."

"A sword fight?" Her voice was slightly sharper than she'd intended.
"Relax, Swan. He only wishes to learn and due to his intelligence, it is I he's asked to teach him."
"Over my dead body."
"I quite fancy you when you're being so infuriating stubborn." He took a flask of rum from his pocket and gave it a swirl before knocking it back.
"Hook!" She reached forward and snatched it off him. "That's it, I'm done with you." She slipped the rum into her pocket. "I'm going home and I'm going to bed."
"Unfortunate how it's not with me."
"Cut the inappropriate comments. I'll see myself out," She mumbled and made her way to the door. She could hear Hook stumbling behind her but she chose to ignore him as she opened the door. She hadn't even opened for a millisecond before he'd caught up with her, reached over and slammed it closed. "Humour me for a moment, Swan."
Emma shuffled uncomfortably. She knew what Hook was about to ask her. "I should go." She said quietly. "Try and get some sleep."
"I just need to know one thing. Let me know one thing." Was that a break in his voice?
"Killian." She closed her eyes and shook her head. Dangerous territory.
"If it wasn't for Neal…?"
"Please."
"Answer me. Emma. Please." She opened her eyes and looked up into his, staring so seriously down at her. Suddenly she realised the reason for his drinking. "I want the truth."
"I don't think you can handle it."
"Try me," He paused, "Love."
She drew in a breath. Could she tell him the truth? She'd been bottling up her thoughts for so long, she couldn't determine what was real and what wasn't. What she needed was to tell someone how she felt, but was Hook really the right person?
No.
"I need to put Henry first." She refused to meet his eyes. "You underestimate my feelings for you, that's why you need confirmation. I think… given a chance I have feelings that could grow into –" She stopped herself, "But they can't. I can't let myself – I, I-"
"Emma," He said softly, "Emma, look at me."
She couldn't. He gently tilted her head up with his hand so she was forced to meet his eyes. He spoke to her as Killian, not as Hook, honestly and without restraint: "Henry would want you to be happy, whether with Neal or with my good self. I could make you happy, Emma."
She moved her chin away from his hand. "Henry makes me happy."
"Emma, please."
"You don't love me. You only think you do. Everyone thinks they love me until they realise they don't."
"Emma, I-"
She opened the door and escaped out of it. To be safe, she closed it behind her. She waited a few moments as she slowed her breathing and then she began to relax when she realised he wasn't going to follow her.

She made her way home in good time, allowing the cold air to clear her head. She'd always known that there was something between her and Hook, but his confession came at a shock. She felt so vulnerable and powerless. To fall for someone who made her feel that way would be reckless, let alone stupid. Henry was the one she had to put first and Henry would be.
"Emma?" Came Mary Margaret's voice when she stepped inside. She and David were sat at the table with mugs of hot chocolate in front of them. "How'd it go?"
"Don't want to talk about it."
She stomped up the stairs and pulled her boots off, throwing them into a corner. Then she fell on the bed and slept, fully clothed. Tomorrow, she'd have to fix things.

Thank you for reading! I've seen a few drunk Captain Swan fics so I thought I'd join in with the trend! Anyway, I like to look at this as a deleted scene from series 3 (even though series 4 is over and things played out differently…) Part 2 should be up soon. Let me know what you thought!