AN: Hello! This is my first Captain Swan fanfic… I'm literally obsessed with this ship. There are so many things I want to see happen between them…so this is what happens. I really have no idea how this will go after the first few chapters so if anyone has any plot suggestions that they want to see in the story, feel free to tell me(: . Also, I'm not entirely sure I'm even going to post this…nor can I guarantee regular updates…I guess if you're reading this than I did though. XD

Disclaimer: Sadly, no.

This is taking place during "Tallahassee" and Emma just chained Hook to the wall.

Movie quote: "I'm a mog – half man, half dog. I'm my own best friend." -Spaceballs

Chapter One

"What are you doing?"

"H-Hook…I'm sorry…but…I-I can't…"

"Emma? Emma, look at me. Look at me love."

Emma couldn't meet his eyes. His voice was enchanting. It was soft and nervous, coaxing her to give in and look at him. She didn't know what was happening. One second, she was so, so determined that this was for the best. That she needed to do this if she wanted to get back to Henry. But now…forcing herself to look square into his eyes…

She wasn't sure if she could go through with her plan anymore.

"Emma darling, have I told you a lie?" His tone wasn't harsh or sarcastic or sinister like she expected. It was almost…defeated. Like he knew whatever he said wouldn't change her mind.

"I swear to you Emma, I am on your side. I'm not here to help Cora, nor am I here to stop you. Listen to me. I want to help you. And I need you to trust me on this, lass. I would never betray you. I'm not whoever it is that made you this way. You're scared. You're scared, because you know I've broken down a part of your wall. Let me in, Emma. And I promise you won't regret it."

"Hook…" Emma felt tears pool in her eyes. She didn't know what to think, what to say. He saw right through her tough exterior. Her façade that kept people from reaching her heart. An open book, he had said. And in that moment, Emma knew. She saw in his deep blue eyes that everything he said was nothing short of the truth. That he really had chosen their group of four over Cora.

Emma took a shuddering breath. Inhale through the nose, exhale through the mouth.

"Okay." She whispered. Cringing at the weakness in her voice, she tried again. "Okay. Hold on." She said, more confident. Turning around, she grabbed Jack's sword and clanged at the metal chain holding him to the wall. Once it gave way, the shackle around his wrist dissolved into the air. Magical chains. Of course.

"Swan, if you wanted me chained up and against the wall with you that bad, you could've just asked. I'd be more than willing. Alas, time is short, and I do believe we have a beanstalk to descend," His smirk was back in full force. Emma felt herself staring…that smirk. Those blue eyes… She found herself unconsciously pressing her legs together more forcefully than needed. His smirk only widened.

"Hurry up," she growled, irritated. "You said you wouldn't make me regret this." As if his ego needed to be any bigger. She cursed her damn hormones. Fucking pirates. Not that she was. But, if she thought about it, which she most definitely was not, he would make quite the lover- okay, Emma. Slow down there. We do not need to be thinking these thoughts.

Winking, he took the lead, pausing when he noticed how much effort it took Emma not to wince in pain with every step. "Emma darling, are you alright?"

She glared at him. "What does it matter to you, Hook?"

He felt his own voice become shorter, colder and more clipped. "Just asking, bloody hell woman. Is no one allowed to ask of your wellbeing?"

Their eyes met, and his gaze softened. "Lass," he murmured. "Really Emma… thank you for not leaving me back there. I saw it in your eyes when you said you might've been in love once. I realize it must have been hard for you to… I wouldn't exactly call it trust but… to let me in enough to give me a chance. Really. Thank you." He reached his hand out to help her stand straight with her injuries.

The ice in her glare melted, and cautiously, she guided her own hand into his and nearly gasped at the electricity between their joined fingers. She chose to ignore it, but let out a small yelp and doubled over when she put weight on her left foot. Apparently, my adrenaline rush is fading, Emma thought. With the excess energy in her system gone, she could feel the extent of the damage the giant had inflicted while crushing her. Emma's sides ached, her back felt practically paralyzed, her shoulders were too tight, and she must have sprained her left ankle when she hit the ground.

She was falling forward…down…down… putting her hands in front of her, eyes closed; she tried to keep herself from hitting the ground face first.

Only to fall against the very warm and very hard chest of a very attractive pirate.

"What the hell," she mumbled, squirming to get out of his tight grasp.

"Not so fast Swan, you really shouldn't be going down beanstalks in this condition." Then, because he just couldn't resist, he gave her another sly smirk and whispered seductively in her ear, "Though, I wouldn't mind if you wanted to go down on my beanstalk for a while."

Shivering slightly, and no it was most definitely not because of a certain sexy pirate constantly making innuendos around her, it was because she was cold thank you very much, she managed a snort.

"Not gonna happen, Hook."

After a short second of silence, he replied with just the tiniest bit of hesitance. "Killian, love. My name is Killian."

And somehow, Emma knew. What had transpired between them today was… a start. Towards a real partnership, a friendship of two broken souls. But it scared her, especially the fact that she owed him for distracting the giant's attention onto himself.

"Well then, not gonna happen…Killian." He smiled. It was a real smile, not one of the fake seductive grins or self-centered smirks he used. It lit up his whole face, making him seem less tired and vengeful… making him seem less… well, bad, for lack of a better word. She felt the corners of her lips twitch up in a genuine smile for the first time in 10 years towards someone other than Henry, and it just felt right. This felt right. So for the first time in 10 years, she allowed herself to rely on someone else for a while.

Killian tied a rope around her waist and then secured it around himself, so that if she were to fall off the beanstalk she could still grab on. Out of nowhere, he swung his hooked arm under her knees and the other around her neck, lifting her up bridal style. Chuckling as Emma weakly tried to protest; he slipped the compass around her neck and felt her freeze.

"What now, Swan?" he asked, voice full of mirth. "Would you prefer that I carried the compass down? No offense to your darling mother but I don't think she'd take it nicely if I were to be the one holding the compass when we got down."

Emma started to shake her head, but winced at the sudden dizzying and nauseating sensation. Killian put her down and inhaled sharply when he saw the bleeding wound on her head.

"How the bloody buggering hell did I miss that?" As he mumbled a long string of other curses, he decided it would be best to tend to Emma's wounds now rather than after they exited the castle like he had planned before.

"S'okay…" Emma muttered between labored breaths. "I can… still…climb…we have to… get down before Mulan… cuts the beanstalk…"

Killian ignored her and poured clean water over the back of her head, tuning out her senseless complaints of getting her hair wet. As if that's the most important thing right now, he thought. After bandaging her head and her ankle with pieces of his partially shredded shirt, he moved back up towards her bruised ribs.

"Swan, I usually don't ask for permission with other women, but I really don't need you telling your mother I practically molested you, so I'm going to be lifting up your shirt now," Killian said conversationally. Instead of protesting like he anticipated though, Emma just bluntly replied with "Enjoy the view while you can, because you can bet this is the only time I'll be letting this happen, Hook."

"Killian, lass. And I beg to differ; I most definitely do believe I'll be seeing much less clothes on you in the near future."

Emma simply rolled her eyes. He was such a pain. One minute he was Killian, with real smiles and feelings, someone she knew she was in danger of falling for. But then he turned back into Hook, the annoying pain-in-the-ass egotistical self-centered pirate. Not that Emma herself was any better. She still couldn't decide if she really could trust him. She trusted Killian, but Hook was also a part of him that she just couldn't trust.

She was broken out of her thoughts by the feel of a strong calloused hand gently brushing against her ribs. Goosebumps broke out against her skin and she gasped at the cold tip of his hook accidentally brushing over her flesh.

Killian stopped immediately. "Did I hurt you?" He seemed genuinely concerned, and Emma knew he was Killian again. "N-no…you didn't…"

Deciding that she at least owed him this one small favor for helping her, Emma began to let down her walls as Killian finished bandaging her ribs. He picked her up softly back into his arms and Emma couldn't help but feel safe there.

As he carried her out towards the beanstalk, Killian felt a sudden change disperse in the air. Only Killian saw the purple smoke drifting in. He glanced down at Emma, and knew that something had changed today in the giant's lair. They had connected, and this was the last thing he wanted to do.

But to Emma, when he suddenly sprinkles the last of the poppy sleeping powder on her face and whispers "I'm so sorry love," she can only view this as an act of betrayal.

She should've known better than to let her walls come down for none other than Captain Hook.

AN: uh oh. So what do you people think happened? Should I continue? Oh Killian how can you be so sexy…(; Also please share any ideas you would like to see in this fanfic!