Title: Apathy
Author: Pinkcat4569
Rating: Teen for mild language and adult situations
Spoilers: Not really, maybe through season 5a
Pairing/Characters: Emma/Killian (Hook)
Description: Several of my stories lately have had Emma under a spell. It's Killian's turn. The usually active, energetic pirate undergoes a personality change. Can Emma figure out why and get her pirate back?
7077 Words total in rough draft, 1557 this chapter
Apathy
"Killian, be serious."
He smirked. "Oh, I am very serious, my love," he said, rubbing along her knee.
She sighed and pushed the hook away. "We're on duty. You said you wanted to help…"
"I do indeed, Love. I am eager to assist." He returned his hook to the side of her leg. "I cannot help if huddling here in the seclusion of these bushes has my other senses on edge."
"You mean your dirty urges.."
He scoffed. "There is nothing dirty about desiring you, my love."
She rolled her eyes. "Killian…"
"Yes, I know, business before pleasure." He pulled slightly away. "Fine, the sooner we complete our business, the sooner we can engage in pleasure." He smirked lustily at her.
"Just remember the plan. You distract the witch. I come in and blast her with my magic."
"Yes, yes," he said, standing up. He strolled toward the shack. He rapped his hook loudly on the old shaky door. "Witch! Open up, Love! I wish to parlay with you."
Emma rubbed her forehead. "I should have brought someone with more subtlety," she muttered.
The door opened and Hook gazed upon a wrinkly, old, worn face. "Hello, Captain."
He smiled as if she was as lovely as his Swan. "Hello yourself, Love. I do regret disturbing you, but I have need of your assistance."
Her eyes twinkled. "Mine?" She gave a wheezy, creaking laugh. "Well, since I am old and homely, I gather you speak of professional assistance rather than personal."
He smiled. "Oh, do not be so hard on yourself, dear," he said, winking at her. "Alas, though, I regret that this is not a social call."
She opened the door and invited him in.
Emma smiled. She sneaked up to the shack, peering into the slightly open door.
"So how can I help you?" asked the old woman. "I know you don't have need of love charms," she said with a laugh. "Perhaps you seek something to increase stamina." She elbowed him with another wheezy laugh.
He shook his head. "I have plenty of vigor, Love, I assure you."
She laughed. "What could you need, then? You already have close access to a witch, some say she is the most powerful to ever be born."
Killian winced at the description of Emma as a witch. "She cannot help me with this."
"Oh?" asked the hag, perking up. "That is interesting. Very well, Captain, do enlighten me."
He leaned in close, smirking. "I have immediate need of you attention, Love." With that he moved back, revealing Emma was not only inside the shack, but poised a short distance from them, her hands aimed and ready.
The hag laughed. "You dog," she said to Hook. "You sweet talked me into letting down my guard."
He shrugged.
"Come quietly," said Emma. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me."
The hag raised her eyebrow. "You'd hurt a harmless old woman?"
"Harmless? Those love potions of yours do anything but spread love!" yelled Emma.
"Oh, has there been disharmony with the couples of Storybrooke?" asked the witch too sweetly.
"Disharmony? Lady, we've been swamped with domestic violence calls!"
"Not to mention what your candy has done to the young ones," said Hook.
"Children overdo sweets. I'm sure they'll recover."
Emma scoffed. "They will, no thanks to you and the that poison you pass out."
The witch smiled creepily. "Aren't you two busy little bees, breaking up the nefarious schemes of villains and keeping Storybrooke safe? How wonderful it is that the powerful Savior keeps the inhabitants on the path of the righteous."
Emma frowned. the witch was too cheerful, to pleasant sounding.
The hag continued. "Look at the Captain. How eager he is to help and do good. Wonderful."
Emma sighed. "Whatever, come on. You're done causing trouble."
The witch raised an eyebrow. "Am I? Oh, that is so sad."
KIllian pushed her out the door and escorted her to the sheriff's car. The witch tripped but KIllian supported her.
"Oh, thank you," she said, gripping his arm. "My you are strong, aren't you?"
Killain gave a polite smile.
"Come on, stop stalling," said Emma.
"Oh, I am coming, Child," said the hag. She slowly made it to the car. "I am not in as good a condition as the two of you."
Emma shook her head and drove to the station.
That night Emma cuddled with Killian on their living room sofa. She yawned in his arms. "It's been a long day. Let's go to bed."
Killian didn't move. He just stared at the TV.
"Did you hear me?"
"Aye, you are fatigued. Get some sleep, Swan."
She stared at him. "I thought, I mean...you know how our long days usually end," she said, blowing into his ear. She let her fingers play with his lobe and she chuckled lightly. "You're the one who wanted to get frisky in the bushes."
"That was earlier," he said, yawning. "It has been a tiring day. Sleep well."
She opened her mouth but no words came out. "You're turning me down?"
He looked at her and smiled weakly. "Never, Love. I just thought you should get some rest."
"O...K," she said, getting up. She looked back to see if he was pranking her. He stayed still on the sofa and she went to bed without him. She still thought he was teasing, and that he'd pounce on her as she lay.. She fell asleep waiting.
The next morning, she was surprised to find his side of the bed empty. She was even more surprised to find him on the safe place on the couch, watching TV.
"Have you been there all night?"
He shrugged.
She sat beside him. "Are you feeling ok?" she asked, touching his forehead.
"A bit tired, Love, but I am fine."
"Of course you're tired. You stayed up watching tv all night." She frowned. "Are you sure you're OK?"
He nodded, his eyes still trained on the tv.
"Alright," she said, "Well, do you want to grab a quick shower, then go to Granny's?"
"I will meet you there."
"I'm in no hurry," she said, "I'll wait."
"Do not bother," he said. "I wish to watch this program."
She looked at him. "Seriously? Since when do you care about duck hunting?"
"I am a landlubber now. Who knows when I may be required to wrestle one of the winged beasties down for dinner?" he asked.
She raised an eyebrow. "You're joking."
He shrugged again.
She watched as he sat still, mesmerized by grown men with long beards traipsing through woods, calling for birds with strange whistles. She eyed him skeptically as she grabbed her stuff and her coat. "I'm leaving," she said.
He waved, not moving any other muscles.
She sighed and left their house.
Emma was surprised that Killian didn't show up for lunch. He wasn't returning texts or calls. She was pretty angry when she came home that night.
"Killian, I'm home!" She walked in and froze as she stared in disbelief. He was in the exact same place. "Seriously? Have you even moved?"
He yawned. "Back already, Love?"
"Already? It's been eight hours. Killian, what is with you?"
"Nothing."
"Yeah, nothing is apparently what you've done all day."
"Sh! Swan! I am watching the final four chefs prepare a feast in the pouring rain on a deserted island!"
She shook her head. "You haven't even changed! You're still in your clothes from last night. Did you even eat today?"
He held up a bag from Granny's.
"Oh, at least you went out."
"I had the waitress bring the meal here." He gestured to the television. "Now, please hush. Oh, that chef should not attempt an open flame in these conditions."
Emma was confused. "You don't even watch cooking shows."
"This one is quite good, Love. Now, be a lass and get me a cold one would you?"
"A cold one?"
"Yes, that is the correct terminology, according to the gang at Cheers."
"Great," she muttered, "he's watching re-runs from thirty years ago." She plopped beside him. "Look, why don't you jump quickly in the shower and we'll go out to eat?"
"No, Love, I'm fine here. Why don't you order a pizza or something?"
She sighed. "Since when are you such a couch potato?"
He finally diverted his eyes from the screen. "What significance does the root vegetables have to the sitting apparatus?"
She sighed. "I"ll tell you later, at a real restaurant, after you've showered."
"What is this obsession you have for putting me inside your magical indoor waterfall?"
She smirked, rubbing her fingers on his scruff. "You like being in that waterfall, especially when I join you, remember?" she asked smirking. "Come on, Killian, let's get...wet."
"Sh!" he said, moving his body away from her. "This is a critical part! Look, the chef's entire meal has just been drowned in a monsoon!"
She sagged into the sofa. "I'd like to drown you in a monsoon...with soap." She ended up ordering pizza. She couldn't get Killian to the table, so he leisurely ate his in front of the tv. She was so angry that she spent the evening in her room reading. Again, she slept alone.
End of Chapter One