A/N: Okay, so I am totally stepping out of my comfort zone with this one. This idea popped into my mind a few days ago when I was having a Red Hook discussion with a friend, and refused to leave me alone. I'm pretty sure that there will be three chapters, and I'm hoping to get them written fairly quickly, in between updates of my other on-going stories. This is un-betaed so any mistakes are my own, and I apologize if there are many errors. I only did a quick glance over after I finished this up. Please enjoy, and PLEASE review! with me being out of my comfort zone, I would love your feedback on how well I captured the characters.

She storms through the halls of the hospital, her eyes ablaze with the fury she feels deep inside. Ruby hadn't felt so utterly furious in so many years that it felt almost foreign to feel it now. Her hands were balled into fists at her side, and she knows that she should heed Emma's warning. That she should steer clear of him, let herself cool off at the very least, but she finds herself unable to stop her forward motion as his room comes into view.

With each increasing step forward, Ruby feels the angry and fury growing inside of her. She could feel it clenching her heart tight, making it almost impossible to breathe. Ruby could feel as the wolf tried to take control of the situation, but she fought against it as she shoved the door open and smiled in satisfaction as it slammed shut behind her.

He jarred awake, wincing at the pain that the movement caused. His brow furrowed in confusion as he took in Ruby's appearance. Her tightly clenched fists and her teeth assaulting her bottom lip vigorously. He smiled appreciatively at her, as one of his eyebrows cocked.

"Hello, darling." He drawled, the smile still dancing on his lips. "You are quite the change of pace compared to the others. The nurses around here are not easy on the eyes, but you..." he paused as he made a clicking noise with his tongue.

Ruby stalked closer to his bed, the fury evident in her eyes. She smiled ruefully at the way he tried to disappear into the bed as she loomed over top of him.

"Who do you think you are!?" She screamed at him, her index finger jabbing at the air in front of his face.

He beamed brightly at her, "Well, my name is Killian Jones, though most people know my by my more colorful moniker; Hook."

Ruby glared at him. The fact that he was having fun at her expense was only serving to further piss her off. "How could you do that?"

"You are going to have to be more specific, love. I have done quite a few things in my travels."

Ruby snarled at him, her eyes darkening. "How could you shoot Belle? You could have killed her! Now, because of you, she has no memory of who she is."

Hook peeled himself off the bed, as he sat up straight. He peered into Ruby's eyes as a serious look overtook his face, as he spoke, "I didn't shoot her to kill her, love. I shot her, because I saw how close she was to the line. Killing Belle, while it was my first choice, I realized it would hurt Rumpelstiltskin much worse if his love didn't remember him." He smirked at her, all traces of the seriousness from a few minutes earlier had left his face, "All is fair in love and war." He winked at her, before laying back against the bed. He winced as the movement pulled at his injuries.

"So, you're telling me that you shot Belle in the off chance that she would fall over the line and lose her memory?" Hook nodded his head, he was simply getting sick of the current line of conversation. "You're even worse than I thought you were. Taking your anger out on poor Belle! Maybe you should think about being a man, and talk to Gold before you go about shooting people."

Hook laughed mirthlessly, "You want me to talk to the crocodile? To have a discussion with him! I would rather have my other hand cut off than to talk to that vile monster ever again. In fact, I'd rather see him dead," Hook cocked his eyebrow.

Ruby glared at him. "I don't disagree with your assumption of Gold. However, you need to take a good long look in the mirror, Hook. You aren't any better than he is. Stooping to his level? You should have taken the high road and left well enough alone."

Hook sat straight up, this time ignoring the pain that flared at the movement. He tried to reach out his hands, but the cuffs stopped him from going very far. He glared at Ruby, his nostrils flaring as his face turned red with the mounting anger. "Do you even know what he did to me? Huh? Don't walk in here on your high horse, thinking that you're better than me. Not when you don't even know what in the hell you're talking about! Why don't you go visit the crocodile yourself, ask him why I took away his poor, sweet Belle. Whatever you decide to do, leave and don't come back until you know what you're talking about." With that, Hook collapsed back against the bed, and groaned.

Ruby's mouth bobbed open and closed a couple of times, as she thought about what she could say in defense to that. However, when Hook turned his head away from her, she took that as her cue and quietly left the room. Emma had been right, she shouldn't have stormed in there like that. Some of his words dug at her, opening old wounds that she had tried to forget. She swallowed thickly, as she walked back down the hallway. The entire trip to visit the lowly pirate had been an entire waste of time, and had only ended with her feeling worse than she had before she had talked to him.

Something else about the visit had bothered her as well, and it was much more than the opening of old wounds. It was the look in his eyes. It was so familiar, a look that she had seen numerous times in the mirror. A look of utter devastation and defeat. The problem was that the look had only been present for a split second. Blink and she would have missed it, which begged the question, had she really seen the look of another broken soul, or were her eyes playing tricks on her?

Ruby sighed as she walked out of the hospital. She had already made up her mind. She would wait until tomorrow, and then she would return. She was going to find out more information, at this point she had to. It was more than just anger driving her now, it was morbid curiosity.