Since returning from Neverland, David has stepped into the role of overprotective dad even more. Once he had noticed I'd stopped saying Hook and started saying Killian instead, he hasn't wanted me to be around 'that pirate', he and Mary Margaret want me to talk things through with Neal now that he is back from the Enchanted Forest. I don't want to talk things through, and go back to Neal, we've talked about it before and he doesn't see how he was in the wrong leaving me, to deal with his mess. And this leads me to now, I'd been at the Rabbit Hole having a surprisingly uneventful drink after my shift (Henry was with Regina for the night so I was in no rush to get home), when I walk out there is Neal. Apparently, he had been trying to talk to talk to me, but could never find me. He wanted better access to Henry, and for me to take him back and give him another chance. I ended up screaming at him that I could never trust him again, that he was still with Tamara until she shot him and that whilst I did love him, I wasn't in love with him. He was furious, he leant forward and grabbed my arm, holding me closer to him so I couldn't move away; he started shouting in my face that he wanted Henry to grow up with a proper family, not like me and him. I became aware that someone was walking up the street, but didn't want to spare a glance and give Neal the upper hand. He kept repeating that Henry needed both of us together, and that I was being a bitch for not putting Henry first, and for giving him up. This is when I saw red, I punched him as hard as I could whilst being restrained and got into his face. I let all my anger, my hate, my resentment and my hurt seep into my words as I told him that he was as much a coward as his father, and that if he had fought for me, and not let me go to prison for his crimes then I wouldn't have had to give Henry up and we could have raised him together, but that option left when he did. And he had only just found out about Henry so he had no right to presume he knew what was best for him, Regina was legally his mother and had always protected him and loved him; she had more of a right to Henry than he did in my eyes. He came undone at my words, and began shaking me viciously and shouting in my face that he would take Henry from me, he would raise him, that he wasn't a coward and that he wasn't anything like his father. Then over his cutting words I heard that voice, the voice that makes my walls tremble, and my mouth curve into a slight smile. Killian. He demanded that Neal or Baelfire let go of me instantly, Neal caught my slight smile and started mumbling that the bloody pirate was only on this earth to destroy his happiness, but he still hadn't lessened his vice grip on my arm. Killian calmly and coolly repeated his previous threats, before slamming the back of his hook back down on Neal's wrist and punching him in the face. Neal quickly retreated after that, but not before telling me that I would regret my decision to stand beside the pirate.
After watching Neal retreat I risked a glance at Killian's face, his eyes were boring into me, full of passion, anger and realisation. He opened his mouth to speak, but then shook his head, and held his hand out to me. I shocked him by not taking his hand, but leaning into him, and wrapping my arms around his waist. He always fought for me, and at that moment I had never been more grateful to be held. I couldn't go home, I wasn't ready to go home just yet, he of course knew this, the perceptive git, and started making movements towards the Jolly Roger, he slipped out of my arms, but kept one of his around me as we walked back in silence. After we arrived at the Jolly Roger he motioned for me to sit near the helm as he pulled out a bottle of rum, it felt like we were back in Neverland, talking and drinking on the deck under the cover of darkness, but I knew that tonight, he had questions that he wouldn't leave without answers, and for once, the idea of opening up didn't terrify me. He jumped straight into the deep end, by stating, not asking that it was Neal who had left me with so many walls, all I could do was nod. He asked over prison and then entire story ended up rolling off my tongue and into the night, he sat and listened, but his magnet eyes began to glow and burn with anger at what I had to give up at such a young age. We continued to talk until dawn started to break, but by then I was an emotional shell, and he was trying to keep himself from hunting down Neal and making him realise his mistakes. I gave him a quick peck on his cheek, just above his scar, before we sat shoulder to shoulder against the helm watching the horizon, his arm was resting around my shoulder and I was more than content to rest my head against his chest. Neverland had brought us closer, we talked about anything and everything, he had even told me about Milah, but had never pressed for me to tell him about why my walls were so high. But right now we were both content to sit in silence, wrapped around each other in the chilly air rolling off the water.