A/N Hey guys, after hearing about the cut scene I wanted to write my own take on it. Basically it's Emma going to tell Hook not to hurt Belle while she's away and insert pretty nurse with his lunch. Enjoy. The Consistency of Jell-O
Emma walked briskly down the hallway, careful not to run into one of the nurses entering and exiting the many doors lining the two walls. She had just finished packing for her road trip with Gold and was leaving in an hour. When he'd first entered her apartment, wariness had overtaken the aggravation that the blonde usually felt when in his presence. While she'd never admit it, the change in reaction definitely had something to do with what had happened the night before when he'd tried to kill Hook. In that moment of hysteria, she'd used Belle as a catalyst to halt his actions. She'd gone so far as to make the nurses hide the pirate when he arrived.
So when Gold showed up at her apartment, slightly deranged since Belle's amnesia, she had been cautious. And when he had threatened Hook, a small part of her caved and Emma knew she would do what he wanted.
After he threatened her family it made the decision easier to justify, and the reminder of her favour helped as well in explaining to her family why she had to go with him. Emma wasn't lying about that, she just wasn't telling the whole truth. Now, walking towards his hospital room after their last encounter she felt strange. Why was she even here?
Emma reached his room and entered, ignoring the etiquette that usually preceded such unannounced visits – he was a pirate after all. His eyes scanned her form, surprise tinting the permanent smirk, and he sat up as much as his current predicament would allow.
"Ah, Swan. Come to nurse me back to health yourself?" Hook asked, raising his brows suggestively. Emma smiled sweetly, the same way she had when she had first visited him.
"In your dreams, Hook," she retorted and walked to stand beside his bed. His expression intensified slightly but the trademark smirk remained as he held Emma's eyes.
"Oh you have no idea."
The blonde narrowed her eyes and the sweet smile disappeared, replaced by a mask of sarcasm and irritation. He is literally the Captain of Innuendos Emma told herself and tried to remember why it was that she came here. Her thoughts were muddled and Hook took her hesitation as a sign to talk.
"Cat got your tongue, love? I wouldn't flatter myself by saying you're here for personal reasons so what's going on? I don't have any more information," he said, looking around the room.
"Actually, I was here to let you know that –" Emma's spiel was abruptly cut off when the door swung open and a nurse bustled neatly into the small room. She was holding a tray of food; it was obviously lunch time for the patients.
"Mr. Jones, here is your lunch," she said, setting the tray on the removable table that was attached to all hospital beds. Hook smiled winningly at the nurse – she was young and very pretty. Her strawberry blonde hair was pulled back neatly at the nape of her neck, her eyes soft and sweet. The nurse's pale cheeks flushed a tinge of pink as she smiled back at the captain.
The exchange didn't go unnoticed to Emma.
"Thank you," the saviour said abruptly, snapping the moment that Hook had just shared with the attractive nurse. The nurse turned to her and smiled tightly before moving her gaze back to Hook, he winked at her and Emma's blood boiled slightly for reasons unknown.
"I'll be back to collect that," she said, returning the pirate's smile and leaving the room. As the door shut, Hook looked at Emma with one brow raised.
"What was that about?" he asked amusedly, watching the blonde's expression intently. Emma shook her head, denial plastered across her face.
"I don't know what you're talking about," she said, feigning innocence and pulling the chair so that it was closer to Hook's bed.
"Ah, lass I'll need my hand to eat this - unless you want to feed me yourself?" Emma scoffed at the idea and pulled out the keys to his cuffs, she'd rather have him unrestrained then feed him like a baby. He would enjoy that too much. Hook smiled as the manacles fell free and took a bite from one of the sandwich slices in front of him.
Emma sat down, watching the pirate chew on his lunch – even while eating he had that damn smirk. He swallowed before he spoke, bringing up the previous subject again.
"You wouldn't be jealous, love?" Emma gave him a wry look and tried to hide the truth from showing in her eyes. She did not like that nurse, or the way she had stared lustily at Killian – Hold up, Emma - Killian? Disliking a nurse for looking at him the wrong way? Her thoughts screamed at her to pull this together and she tried diverting to her last comment which had been broken off by the entry of lunch (and that incredibly frustrating situation).
"As I was saying, I came here to let you know that –"
"What the bloody hell is this?" Hook's question cut her off again and Emma groaned. What now? She looked to where the pirate was holding up the small cup of Jell-O that came with his lunch and the saviour could hardly stifle a smile.
"It's Jell-O," she said slowly, watching as Hook manoeuvred the plate – clearly intrigued by its strange consistency. He poked it gently with a finger and watched in amazement as the red substance bounced back. In what was a fleeting moment, Emma saw the expression of a perplexed young boy – it contrasted heavily with the person she knew him to be.
"Is this magic?" he asked in bewilderment and Emma watched amusedly as he pierced it harder with his finger – breaking the top skin of the Jell-O. As he drew back his finger, Hook studied the tiny scarlet globs sticking to his fingers.
"What are you doing?" Emma asked, trying hard not to laugh at his antics. Hook's appearance became indignant as he watched the saviour's condescending expression. Apparently he didn't think it so funny or stupid that he was curious.
"I haven't a clue what this is and I've never seen it before, yet it came with my meal and I'm expected to blindly consume it?" He said belligerently and the blonde tried to restrain her enjoyment at this situation.
"Hook, it's Jell-O." She exaggerated the word, trying to think how she could possibly explain the concept of the globby mass of deliciousness to a pirate from Fairy-tale world. Her reiteration had no effect and Hook gingerly sniffed the red residue still on his finger.
"It isn't poison is it? I wouldn't put it past you to try and dispose of me," he said, looking into the cup filled with the red blob. Emma stifled another laugh and simply smiled, taking the spoon next to the cup.
"If you don't believe me, I'll eat it," she said, taking the Jell-O from his tray and sitting down on the chair she'd pulled up to his bed. Lounging into it, Emma spooned some of the red jelly into her mouth, revelling in its sweetness. She hadn't had Jell-O in ages and the hospital stuff was always nice. It had always irked her that while the medical institution provided adequate snacks, the drinks – namely the coffee – always tasted like sewerage.
Hook watched Emma take another bite and decided that, since she wasn't dying or screwing up her face in disgust, it was worth a try. He slipped his finger into his mouth, sucking the residue of the 'Jell-O' from his finger. It tasted… really good.
"Oi, that's mine!" he said abruptly, leaning painfully towards the blonde. With his good hand unrestrained, he could now reach further. Unfortunately his broken ribs still made it difficult, so when Emma held the cup at arms-length he growled.
"Emma, I only get so much food. Give it to me or I'm calling back that lovely nurse and perhaps she'll acquire me some more." Eyes narrowed at the sly threat, she unwillingly put the cup in Hook's good hand and sat back again. This time he dove into it with the spoon, moaning slightly when he took his first large spoonful.
"This is remarkable," Hook said between mouthfuls. Emma smirked slightly as he finished the cup and sat back, satisfied with his meal. Looking at the clock, the blonde remembered why she had originally come. Standing, Emma spoke with no humour this time.
"I came to see you because I thought you should know that I'm going on a… road trip with Gold – well, you know him as Rumplestiltskin."
As soon as the words left her lips, Hook's face contorted in protest.
"What? Emma, surely you aren't serious. To leave with that crocodile would essentially be laying your life down," he said, sitting up to make sure she understood the gravity of his words.
"Look, I owe him a favour and this is him checking it in. He also threatened my family," Emma said, and before he could interrupt again continued, "and you." This revelation caught the perpetually smug pirate off guard. His words caught in his mouth and the blonde continued, getting all the words out while she could.
"And I'm telling you this because he threatened my family based on Belle's safety. If she gets hurt, he's going to kill me and my family." Emma scrutinised the pirate, letting her words sink in.
"And you're telling me this so I don't hurt Belle. Correct?"
She nodded, some blonde hair escaping the messy ponytail she had erected back at the apartment.
"Okay, I won't go near her. Savvy?" Hook said curtly, making sure Emma's eyes were on him. He knew that she would be able to tell he was telling the truth but reinforced this by maintaining eye contact through the exchange.
"I believe you," Emma said and looked at the clock hanging above the window. She was leaving in twenty minutes and she needed to get home and say goodbye to her family, "I have to go, we're leaving soon. I'll… see you when I get back."
Hook caught Emma's hand as she was about to turn and leave, looking earnestly into her eyes as he said, "Be careful." The corners of her lips turned up slightly at the gesture and she nodded, heading to the door as he let go of her hand.
"I'm surprised you aren't cuffing me again, or did you forget?" Hook said, egotistical façade back in place, as if to remind the sheriff. Emma looked over her shoulder.
"I didn't forget. I just think you're wise enough not to do anything too stupid."
Hook smiled brilliantly at the compliment and watched her blonde hair disappear as the door closed. His swan had better be careful. On other notes, where can I get some more of that substance they call Jell-O? Hook thought; vaguely considering calling back the pretty nurse but disregarding it. There was only one person he wanted bringing him Jell-O and it wasn't the strawberry blonde nurse.