Oh, bloody hell, what happened to his sodding head?

Killian reached up and tentatively touched his forehead, half expecting to find a warm wet lesion. But nothing… just the fucking ache that made him think he'd been clobbered by a giant. Again.

He creaked one eye open to see if the light would feel like needles… only to find he was in a room with very little light. Only one lamp burned on an opposite wall…next to a very large and heavy looking door. He opened both eyes.

Taking note of the windowless chamber, and the shackles on his feet…

Emma.

He knew it was Emma. He could almost feel her close by, somewhere. Or at least what was left of her Light, inside the…darkness she let get hold of her. The darkness she let have her to save Regina, because she had faith they could-he could- bring her back!

Killian let his head fall into his hand.

Well. At least you found her. Sort of….

They had all been looking for her for weeks. Looking and waiting. Waiting for whatever newest horror would visit itself upon Storybrook, this time wearing Emma's face… But things had gone eerily quiet. Emma did not appear, nor any other magical thing to fear and fight. Everyone was walking on eggshells, waiting…waiting. Killian hadn't been able to sleep in almost all those weeks. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her. He heard her last words to him.

I love you.

I love you! She'd finally said it, words he'd been waiting for, words he'd never thought he'd hear… And then she stepped into the Darkness, and left only the damned dagger in her wake. So, Killian found no rest. Not until he found her would he rest, and only with rum could he find an hour or two here and there. Of fitful sleep… And then the dreams he had often felt like torture.

He looked around again, searching for any clue, anything that might tell him where he was. How she had gotten him here… And he chuckled darkly to himself, realizing she could probably do anything she wanted. He had no idea—none of them did—what the limit of her dark power was. If she even had limits. Because when The Crocodile had become The Dark One, he'd been just a normal man. A powerless man! But Emma… Emma already had power. Emma was The Savior… What could the Darkness do with her?

Killian closed his eyes tight, picturing her smile. Seeing her Light shoot out of her hands, seeing her holding Henry with all the love of a mother written all over her face… He had to find her! He had to save her! Roughly he kicked his shackles, testing them. There wasn't a prison that could hold him yet… He was still Captain Hook, saints be damned!

Across the room the heavy door flew open. Emma stood alone in the doorway. Killian stared…He'd never seen this Emma before. This Emma dressed all in black, from her boots to her eyes, which were smudged with coal. It made her eyes look huge in her otherwise pale face.

"Hello love." She said with a smile. It did not warm his heart. "Did you miss me?"

Killian watched carefully as she strutted to stand over him. She cocked her head with a frown playing her lips.

"I heard all the commotion in here. You al'right, Captain? You seem a little down."

"Not at all. Now that I've found you." He said quietly. Emma smirked.

"Oh, you found me, did you? Interesting…" She squatted down in front of him, and reached out to stroke his face. "I found you, actually. Stinking drunk—no surprise."

Killian held her eyes, searching for her.

"You came for me then, Love?" He asked her, turning his cheek into her hand before she snatched it away like she'd been burnt by his words.

"No." She said, cold and sweet, "I came for the dagger."

"You didn't find it, though."

Emma stood back up, the fake smile falling from her face. Her beautiful blue eyes had never looked so cold.

"It doesn't matter. I thought you'd have it, but it's ok. I know one of you have it, don't I? Who? My mother? My brave, brave father? Hmm? My little boy, maybe?"

Killian held his face still, trying not to show any reaction…although his gut clenched at how cruel she sounded. Good god, this wasn't Emma.

"I can make things difficult for you, Killian."

He held her gaze. He could take a lot…but seeing her like this was almost killing him. He'd had no idea what to expect—would she be like The Crocodile? Would she be like the Evil Queen? It was worse, he thought.

"Mmmm, yes. I'm sure you can. You always have, haven't you, darling? Made things difficult for me? Nothing is ever easy with you, love."

Emma fake pouted and put her hands on her hips.

"Oh shit! That hurts." He wasn't ready for her to squat back down so quickly, setting her face so close to him, her hands resting on his thighs. High on his thighs. He had to stop himself from touching her, from pulling her closer. Emma.

"Was it always so difficult? I mean, did I always make everything difficult?" She ran her hand up to his crotch and handled him firmly, she placed her lips so close to his ear, "Sometimes, didn't I just make things hard?"

Killian took a slow, deep breath and ordered his heart and cock not to react. He made his hand stay limply by his side.

"I wasn't born yesterday, Emma, as you might recall… I've been hustled by my share of sexy women in my day." Still. Be still. "You wont get what you're looking for here."

Her warm breath touched his ear, followed by her warm tongue. Good Lord. Be still!

"Oh, I'm sure." She whispered. Suddenly she was back up and walking to the door. "But you didn't love any of them, did you, Hook?"

He felt he'd been smacked. She turned back to face him before he was sure he'd controlled his emotions… and smiled slowly at him. She'd meant to hurt him with her words, he knew. She'd meant to make him sound weak.

"No, darling. I never loved a single one like I love you," he stated, looking her directly in the eyes. Her smile faltered—only for a moment, a flicker-but he caught it nonetheless! He'd touched something. "Emma—"

"I'm done here. For now." And with that she waved her hand on her way out, magically snuffing out the lamp, and leaving him in darkness.

Killian let out the breath he'd been holding, and blinked into the blackness.

"I won't leave you in the dark, Emma."