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PROLOGUE

Emma stormed into Gold's shop, fuming and furious.

"Sorry, we're closed for the day," she heard Gold call from the back.

Emma, too angry to say anything, just stomped further into the store and slammed her hand down on the bell that he had on the front counter…about 500 times.

"I told you, dearie," Gold snarled as he emerged from the back. "We're…closed…" His voice faltered when he saw Emma, but his face did not change its expression. The ugly snarl he wore was still in place. "Ah, Ms. Swan, to what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Don't play games with me Gold," Emma snarled right back. "Where is he?"

"My dear, I have no idea what you are referring to," Gold said. Great, thought Emma, we're going to do this the hard way.

"Oh, yes, you do," She replied coolly. "Where is Hook?"

"Oh, the pirate?" Gold still feigned innocence. "I've no idea. The last time I saw him was yesterday walking down the street. I think he was headed to the town line…"

"Bullshit, Gold." Emma spat out at him. "He was at my apartment this morning and then he left to go do some errands and he never came back. Now, word on the street is that he was last seen in an argument with you. Now either you tell me where he is, or…" She carelessly placed her hand on a fragile looking porcelain doll on the front counter, "I smash everything I can in your shop trying to find him," the doll fell to the ground with a loud smash, "Including you."

This seemed to get Gold's attention. "You. Wouldn't. Dare." He spat at her through gritted teeth, his face invading her personal space slightly.

"Watch. Me." She matched his tone and invaded his personal space even more. A look of fear flashed across his face as he realized that she was quite serious and would make good on her threat. She didn't know what it was that he was so desperate to protect in the shop, but it didn't matter. She was getting the information she needed out of him. He glared at her for just a little bit longer before backing away from her ever so slightly. With a flare of his wrist, a purplish-blue haze appeared and, from it, Hook materialized, tied up, gagged, and slightly bloodied and bruised right in the middle of the shop. His face flashed surprise before he fell onto the ground, his legs unable to support his weight, and his face twisted in pain. Emma ran forward to catch him before he fell to the floor. Her heart caught at the sight of him, hurt like that. She carefully untied the gag around his mouth first, and grimaced when she saw him wince in pain at the contact. Hook turned onto his side and spat out some blood on the floor next to him, causing Emma's heart to constrict in concern.

"Are you okay?" she whispered to him, fear evident in her steel blue eyes as she hastily untied his wrists and ankles.

"Bloody amazing," Hook groaned as he gently massaged his wrists where the ropes had left a bit of chaffing. Emma was suddenly filled with a new rage that she couldn't quite account for. She didn't know why she was so angry looking at the hurt pirate, but she did know that she wanted to rip Gold's head off.

"Gold," She threatened as she rose from the pirate, still lying on the floor. As she turned to face the elderly gentleman, she could see that he was visibly frightened of her and her wrath. Good, she thought, he should be. She neared him as a predator would its prey and she enjoyed watching his eyes search frantically around the store for something to protect himself. Too late, she had him pinned against the wall, her arm threatening to crush his windpipe.

"Now, now, dearie, you wouldn't want to go and kill your son's grandfather, would you?" He pleaded.

"You know, I actually think that I might be willing to sacrifice his trust for this one," she increased the pressure to his throat, causing a satisfactory choke to emit from the old man.

"Emma, love," she heard Killian call from the floor. "He's not worth losing your son over. Let him go."

"So says the pirate who until recently seemed to be hell bent on killing the dark one," Emma scoffed, her eyes never leaving Gold's.

"Aye, but that is my fight, not yours. Emma, you won't be able to live with yourself if you do this, and you know you won't," Hook cautioned. "Let him go, love."

"I think you should listen to the pirate," Gold said, only causing Emma to press harder into his throat, effectively shutting him up.

"Can it, Gold." She surveyed the man in front of her, it would be so easy, to just take revenge for the hurt he had caused. But something stopped her. Her conscious decided to chime in at this point. Emma, why are you even so upset about this? It's not like you and Hook are even involved. Why are you taking up his fight? Eventually, Emma let Gold go with a rough shove and a gruff, "Fine."

She walked over to Hook and helped him up. "Let's get out of here and get you to a hospital." She draped Hook's arm over her shoulder and he put most of his weight on her as she half dragged-half carried him out of the pawn shop.

"This isn't over, dearies," They heard Gold say as they left, and Emma knew it was more of a promise than a threat.

"You came for me," Hook said astonished as Emma led him into the hospital.

"Well, I wasn't about to let you die," Emma said nonchalantly as she helped him out of her bug. Hook grimaced with every contact they had.

"You didn't even know where I was, but you came out looking for me. Tell me, love, do you do that sort of thing for all the men who share your bed?" Hook looked genuinely interested in the answer.

"Oh, shut up, Hook," Emma rolled her eyes at his question.

Yes, they had slept together the night before, in a moment of pure sexual frustration their tension had finally bloomed into something that she both never dared to think about and desperately needed. Her skin was still slightly red in the areas that he had sucked and gently bit the night before, and she had some bruises on her arms from when he had pinned her against the wall and then handcuffed her to the bed. But just because they'd had a one night stand, and, yes, that was all it was going to ever be (no matter how good the sex had been), didn't mean that she actually cared for the man. All she had felt was lust, not love, and most definitely not any sort of romantic feelings. And yet, she still could not explain why his injuries made her want to both wrap him in her arms and kiss him better, and destroy the one who had caused him pain.

She did not have long to reflect on this as the nurses rushed forward to help her with Hook once they had entered the hospital. They carted him off to the back to be examined. Emma was left alone in the waiting room to worry about how Gold was going to retaliate for today. Not only had she challenged him, but she had made him release the man who was trying to kill him and who Gold blamed for his ex-wife's death. She knew that whatever he did, it would not be pleasant, for anyone involved.

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