Authors Note: This note is for anyone who might have come across the result of my muse and a captain swan obsession mixed together. This is not my first time posting this, I have an account on Wattpad that also published this story, but I think this site is just so much larger and that it would be fun to see how this fanfiction did on here!
Thank you for taking the time to read this, I hope you enjoy the story!
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"Do you understand? Only the Savior, no one else."
"I understand."
"Good. Now go."
Emma was sitting, cross legged, on top of her desk in the Sheriff's office. Five empty cups of coffee in the wastebasket, and the remains of a broken vase, which she may or may not have thrown across the room. It had been a long day. And most definitely not in a good way. She had spent nine hours searching for Gold, who was, by the way, officially the biggest villain in Storybrooke at the moment. Nine hours and she had completely failed. Either she was rusty, which was unlikely since finding people was her job, or Gold was using magic to hide his tracks. Given the fact that the last person to see him (for five seconds outside of a small cottage) had sworn he was glowing, she was leaning towards the latter.
The worst thing was how pissed she was at herself for letting Gold escape in the first place. She prided herself on catching bad guys, and it did not sit well with her when she screwed up. He had been right there.
He stood at the top of the clocktower, holding her boyfriend's heart, when she and her mother burst in, and in a panic, Emma had shot a bolt of something Henry called her "angry magic" out of her hands. The magic had struck Gold in the right shoulder, causing him to drop Hook's heart. Another few seconds and Hook would have crumpled, dead on the floor of the clock tower. But in her panic, she had missed the shot that should have hit Gold straight in the chest, knocking him out. That mistake had allowed Gold to escape. Evaporating into thin air and taking the dagger with him.
That little adventure plus the dozens of tantrums people were throwing made her want to quit her job and move into the basement, where no one would think to scowl at her.
She wasn't having the best week so far.
After witnessing no less that two breakdowns, five worried phone calls, and even a screaming dwarf, Emma was ready to call it a night. Or maybe a year.
Why did she have to be Sheriff? Why couldn't someone else listen to a yelling Grumpy, screaming about lax security and how she better be doing everything she could to find this maniac? Who did people think she was? Of course she was going to find him. But maybe it just wasn't going to be right this second. This was the most powerful dark magician in the world you know. He wasn't going to be found in a matter of hours.
But still, the amount of progress made today (zilch) made her want to hit her head on the table.
Repeatedly.
With a groan she slid off of the the desktop. She should head home. Her parents were probably waiting for her. Not to mention Henry.
And Hook.
She couldn't keep the small smile off of her face. Hook had been at her house more and more lately. He had started to come over to keep Henry company, and at her request had always stayed for dinner. Now, whenever she came home from work, he was there. Usually playing video games with Henry, which was always hilarious, or trying to cook. Many a night, she had walked into the kitchen to hear him cursing at the stove. He was oddly fond of the microwave, saying it was much less intimidating that the oven. When he had told her that she had laughed, amused by the fact that a 300+ year old pirate who had been the terror of the seas for decades was afraid of an oven.
She kept finding out new things about him. He liked watching classic movies. He hated loud music. He loved playing with her hair, running his hands through her blond curls whenever they sat next to each other at the dinner table. He loathed sunscreen.
There was a whole host of quirky mannerisms she would never have guessed he had.
It was amazing. He was amazing. After Neal, she thought there would never be anyone that could make her happy. There had been Grahm, but everyone knew how that had ended.
August had never been an option, even though she could feel that he felt something more than friendship toward her. But Hook had been the first person -not in her family- in a very long time who could make her feel like she was at home.
Her heart suddenly twisted in her chest. She had come so close to losing him the other day. Gold could have killed him. Would have killed him. She hadn't saved him. Luck had saved him. And since it had, she had been plagued with paranoia of what would have happened if she had been five minutes late. If luck hadn't been on her side that day. She had started calling the day when he almost died, "That Night."
The worst night.
She had spent half her life thinking love was nothing but heartbreak. She couldn't go back.
Emma Swan did not do well with loosing people.
She hailed a taxi home. It was close enough to walk, but she wasn't going to risk it. Not with a psychopath with magical powers on the loose. And especially not since what Hook had said, that Gold was in need of her powers. Plus, the taxi driver owed her a favor.
She spent the ride home thinking about how happy she was that it was pizza night.
She opened the door and was met with a wave of sounds. David was having a heated conversation on the phone and Mary Margaret was tending to a squealing Baby Neal. But the real noise was coming from the corner, near the TV. After mouthing a hello to her parents, she went to investigate the commotion. Henry and Hook were sitting cross legged on the floor in front of the Television, game consoles in hand, eyes fixated on the screen. Henry was screaming. "NO NO NO!" Hook had apparently pulled ahead in whatever video game they were into at the moment.
A horn blaired from the speaker as a woman's voice declared that the game was over.
"Victory!" Hook announced, punching his fists in the air and falling back onto the couch.
Henry looked utterly shocked.
Hook looked over at her and grinned. It was a lopsided grin. The kind of grin that made her heart flutter in her chest.
"Ah, my lucky star!" Hook exclaimed, propping himself up on his elbows. There had been an incident a week or two ago, in which he managed to cover himself in spaghetti sauce, (a feat he swears was all her fault for distracting him) and since then he has been wearing a variety of different color, button down shirts of David's, and dark gray dress pants. This costume change had been her idea, not too fond of having Hook smell like old spaghetti all day.
She had to admit. It was one of her best ideas ever.
He was so gorgeous.
It was so unfair.
Henry was stammering.
Hook raised himself to his feet, messing Henry's brown hair as he stood. And just as it had ever day since the fight at the clocktower, the flashback struck her. She had to close her eyes as the sudden memory of Hook, on his knees, with his heart in Rumpelstiltskin's hands, his own clutching his chest, eyes wide and staring, fact contorted in pain-
"Try not to take it too harshly lad, I'm sure you'll win next time." The words brought her back to reality, as her son moaned in fake pain. Losing was not Henry's strong point.
"Grand Theft Auto?" She asked as Hook walked towards her, naming one of Henry's latest favorites, and basing her guess off the shape of the game consoles.
Hook shook his head, still grinning.
"Mario Kart."
Hook wrapped his hands around her elbows and pulled her into for a kiss. She shut her eyes and leaned into him, enjoying the sweetness of the kiss after the long day. He smelled like he always did. Like clean clothes and peppermint. Suddenly a thought crossed her mind and suddenly, she pulled away, staring over Hook's shoulder at Henry's limp figure.
"He beat you at Mario Kart?" she asked, incredulous. She and Henry had played Mario Kart for almost everyday for a year during Peter Pan's Curse. He had almost always won.
The only response was Henry banging his head on the table.
She blinked.
"Mario Kart?" This time her voice held laughter.
Henry groaned and threw a pillow in her direction. Hook laughed, releasing her elbows and swiping the pillow in the air, tossing it back in Henry's direction.
"It was my first time as well." Hook commented indifferently, but with a teasing edge.
That, apparently, was all the shame Henry could stomach.
"REMATCH!" He yelled from the couch where he had his head hidden under a pillow.
Grinning again, Hook kissed her forehead, hard and fast, pulled away, and dived into Mario Kart Part 2. She sat down on the arm of the couch and prayed no one called her to rant for at least an hour.