"Well then if you won't listen to me, listen to your boy."
Emma looked into his eyes, really looked. The pictures, the stories he'd been telling.. maybe it was all true. Because one thing's for certain; he wasn't lying. But does believing in something really make it true? Emma broke his gaze, uncomfortable with the raw emotion there, and looked down at the blue vile in his good hand. She didn't even think, simply snatched it from his hand, and uncapped it. She paused, looking from the bottle in her hand to the stranger in front of her. She then closed her eyes, threw back her head, and drank.
It was like waking up from a dream. The liquid had no sooner slithered down her throat that the memories started. The candle announcing her twenty-eighth birthday, the Welcome to Storybrooke sign, the dragon she'd fought trying to save her son's life, her parents; everything came back in a second. And just like that, it was over.
Emma's eyes snapped open, looking the stranger in the eyes. Except he was no longer a stranger. She'd recognize the leather-wearing, one handed pirate anywhere.
"Hook," she said aloud. His face broke into a grin, head tilting to the side.
"Did you miss me?" He asked, smiling. Emma's eyebrows knit together, expression changing from confusion, to thankfulness. Hook had come back for her. Out of everyone that she knew cared for her, Hook was the last person she'd expect to come looking for her. He'd promised he'd think of her everyday, but crossing worlds to come bring her back to her family was a whole new level of intimate.
Not even thinking about what she was doing, Emma threw herself at him. Hook muttered a small "oomph" of surprise, then wrapped his arms around her, holding her to him tight.
"Thank you," she whispered breathily, tears filling her eyes, voice no longer able to be trusted. She buried her head into the crook of his neck, trying to hide the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. "Thank you."
Hook smiled, wrapping his arms tighter still around Emma. Gods he'd missed her. He just hadn't realized how much. He rubbed her back with his good hand and sighed when she decided to disentangle herself from him.
Emma smiled, bringing her hands to her cheeks and wiping away the tears that had escaped down her cheeks. She couldn't believe this. A whole life that she had just.. forgotten. But she wouldn't worry about that right now. Because right now, all she could think about was Killian, ad the sacrifices he had made for her. Everything he had done, he had done it for her.
A year ago a realization like this would have had her running in the complete opposite direction. But now, Emma decided on a leap of faith, something Hook had told her to do, something she intended to cary out.
"Do you want to get a drink?"