A/N: This is gonna be AU, not really focusing on the main plot line, more of the background stuff. Yea know, Captain Swan stuff ;) Yea I ship these two WAY too hard. Anyway, give me some feedback, good or bad. Just be honest :) Thankies.
Something was not right. The moment Emma set a foot into the apartment she sensed it. Someone was there. Someone who wasn't supposed to be there.
Quietly placing her bag onto the wooden floor, she crept towards the counter and picked up the first destructive object she could find. A rolling pin. Making her way across the kitchen, she heard the first sound come from the bathroom. There was the sound of a clatter and then the sound of glass breaking before a frustrated grunt, which defiantly sounded male to Emma. With her jaw clenched she peeked through the bathroom door and saw nothing.
She turned around to go check Mary Margaret's room, worried for her since she was supposed to be home by now. However before she could reach her roommate's doorway, she heard footsteps behind her. Her instincts kicking in, she turned on her heel and swung the rolling pin at her supposed enemy, smacking him across the head with the wooden object. Her eyes widened and a small laugh bubbled up her throat when she realized who it was. Hook.
"Bloody hell, Swan!" he exclaimed, holding up his hands in case of further attack.
"What the hell are you doing here, Hook? I swear I'll have you locked up for breaking and entering. Where's Mary Margaret? Answer me you stupid pir-"
"Emma!"
The sheriff turned her head to see her mother emerging from her room, a humorous look on her face.
"He hasn't done anything, honey" she said with a motherly look on her face. The kind of look a mother would a give a child who had done something hilariously foolish. Emma was not a child.
Mary Margaret approached them both, putting a hand on each of their shoulders, as if she was reasoning with two quarrelling children.
"David didn't tell you?"
Emma tilted her head, letting out an irritated breath before glancing at Hook. He merely shrugged his shoulders.
"Tell me what?" she replied monotone, obviously seriously unimpressed with the whole situation.
Mary Margaret gave her a forced grin before looking up at Hook and then back down at Emma.
"He's going to be staying with us for a while, Emma."
After the initial anger and frustration, Emma soon accepted Mary Margaret and David's reasoning. Her father had joined them soon after her confrontation with Hook and was scolded by his wife, and almost glared to oblivion by Emma, who was still extremely unimpressed. She also soon found out that the object the pirate had broken in the bathroom was her little clay dolphin that used to sit up on the shelf above the bath. To say the least, there was incredible tension at the dinner table that night.
"Sorry 'bout the clay thingy, love," Hook began while Mary Margaret began cleaning up the dinner plates. "Was just trying to figure out your odd 'bathrooms' here. I find myself incredibly intrigued by the water box by the piss pot."
Emma looked at him disgusted from her seat opposite him before rolling her eyes and taking a long gulp of her wine.
"I don't see how you managed to find a shelf interesting," she drawled, then scooting out of the chair with her wine glass to go sit on the sofa in front of the television.
However, to her misfortune Hook had decided to follow her and made himself comfortable in a lounging position, taking up half of the other side of the sofa, resting one foot on its side on his other knee. Instead of acknowledging his existence, Emma simply switched on the TV in hope he'd be too distracted by the moving pictures in the magic box. But Hook just wouldn't give up.
"So since we're going to be around each other, twenty…four…seven-," he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively. "-and will be getting to know each other….very well-," this time he winked and Emma almost flinched. "-perhaps you'd like to know my name, rather than using that silly nickname people so often bestow upon me. I don't even have my hook anymore curtsy of your beloved papa."
Finally, Emma turned her head to him and raised her eyebrows in an almost mocking way.
"Oh so you actually have a name? Oh tell me, Captain, so I might use it for when I call your name out at night. Oh baby, oh baby."
She turned her attention back to the TV without putting a pass on the dryness of her sarcasm. Hook on the other hand, appeared quite offended.
"You know you could actually be nice to me, pet. What have I done to make you hate me?"
This time, Emma turned fully, lifting her knees onto the sofa to sit more comfortably.
"First of all," she began, pointing the television remote at him accusingly. "Don't call me pet or love or any of those other stupid nicknames you think are cute and will win my heart over. Secondly, what have you done you ask? What have you done? Oh let me just make a list of all the things you've done for Regina and Cora just so you can get your damned revenge on Gold. Why can't you just get over it? Guh, men!"
And with a last huff and puff, she rose from the sofa and tossed the remote over her shoulder, unintentionally hitting Hook in the forehead with it. Swatting it away as if it was poisonous, Hook looked up to see her making her way up the stairs to her room.
"My name is Killian if you care!" he yelled up after her.
Grumbling he sat by himself for a moment, before the television caught his attention at last. Mary Margaret found him soon after, yelling things at the 'magic box' because the people in the film that had come on were walking straight into the trap and he thought they could hear him yelling instructions.
The next morning Emma was probably in a fouler mood than she had been in the night before. She had woken up to the smell of waffles, the usual Saturday morning breakfast curtsy of Mary Margaret. All felt normal and the previous night just felt like a horrible dream. Until she found herself down stairs and bumped into somebody that smelt of leather. Wiping the sleep from her eyes, she looked up at the face and groaned when she saw it was Hook.
"Sorry, love. Mustn't've seen me. Sleep well, I hope?"
Emma almost growled, before realizing she was still wearing her pyjama pants and a tank top. Not that she really cared if Hook saw her, it was more of the fact she didn't want him to feel victorious by seeing her in her pyjamas.
"Please go away," she replied dryly. She wasn't in the mood for Hook. In fact she wasn't sure there was a mood for Hook at all.
Said pirate held up is hands in defence and looked at Mary Margaret to see if she was agreeing with her daughter. Of course Mary Margaret, who managed to see the good in everyone, had really been the only one who had been somewhat friendly with him. She sighed when her eyes met his and shook her head. Deciding that he wasn't going to give up just yet, he sat up beside her on an island stool to finish the wonderful pastry Mary Margaret called, 'Waff-els'.
"So, are you going to call me Killian now or you going to be immature about this?"
A frustrated Mary Margaret slammed a glass down on the counter and shot a disapproving look in Hook's direction, not happy with the way he was going about befriending Emma. Emma let out a snort the word immature and took a bite of her waffle.
"Immature? Huh. Tell me why I should be on first name terms with you? I'm not your friend."
He tried to make eye contact with her, an attempt to make her feel uncomfortable with being mean to him, but Emma was incredible at avoiding his gaze.
"Well I intend for us to be friends, pet. I don't see why we should be enemies."
"Because I don't like you."
"You don't know me!" he countered, getting annoyed at her insistence.
There was a cough from Mary Margaret.
"Killian, would you mind helping me carry these plant pots onto the porch please?"
Hook hesitated before replying to Snow White, still not removing his eyes from Emma.
"Of course, Mary Margaret."
He gave her a charming smile and left his seat beside Emma, sweeping his plate into the sink before following the woman out with the pots.
Emma found herself fuming for no other reason than the fact he was trying to be polite to her. She did not want to be the subject of his kindness. He had done terrible things for something stupid like revenge. Revenge on Mr. Gold, whom she was growing increasingly annoyed with also.
She quickly gathered up her plate and made her way upstairs to get dressed. She was out the door before Hook and Mary Margaret even returned.
Next time: "If you want her to be nice to you, you've got to be nice to her, Killian."