Hello dear readers! This is my first try at a Captain Swan fan fiction! Please give me a review and tell me what you think of this first chapter. I want to keep going with this soon, so please tell me any questions or ideas you have!

This was inspired by the YouTube video "Soulmates Never Die" I highly recommend you watch it because it is amazing.

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Emma took a deep breath and as she let it out she shook her head. She was going crazy. Her thoughts were screaming at her, and her heart was begging for her to listen. Her hands slightly shook as they gripped the steering wheel of her car.

She thought that she had built her walls high enough that no one could get through. Lately she found herself realizing that people were slipping past her defenses and finding places in her heart. Henry. Mary Margaret. David. Emma found her thoughts drifting to another man but she stopped them. What was wrong with her? He was the reason she left. But he was also the reason she came back.

Hook. He had turned her defenses into dust with each smile he had sent her way. She found that unnerving. No one had ever gotten to her like he had. So she did the only thing that she was used to. She ran. She had only been gone a day, just long enough for her to sort through her feelings. Now she was on her way back to Storybrooke and she found her stomach filled with nervous butterflies.

Emma shook her head again, pulling herself out of her trailing thoughts. Rain was splashing onto her windshield, and she found her eyes sometimes getting distracted by her car wipers as they moved across the window. Her mind was everywhere at once, and she wanted to reprimand herself for getting in so deep with Hook. Where was Emma the fighter? The one who had walls so high and who didn't let people in like him.

Emma frowned and let out a long sigh. Just as she made a slight turn, the street to Storybrooke came into view. Her thoughts became distracted again. What would Henry think when she came back from being gone almost a day?

Emma's eyes suddenly focused back on the road and she almost screamed. As she got close to the Storybrooke sign, there was people in the road. Two were off to one side, and the last was right in the path of her car. She slammed down on her brakes but it was too late. Her brain barely had time to process what was happening before she felt the impact. As her car came to a screeching stop, her head jerked forward and connected with the steering wheel.

For a few dazed seconds Emma closed her eyes and tried to think She just hit someone...with her car. Her head was aching from the hit and something warm start to make its way down her face. A loud noise came from her side, but she felt too tired to open her eyes.

"Emma! Are you okay?" a frantic voice came. It dragged her back from the blackness she was in and her eyes slowly came open.

"Gold? What...what happened?" she mumbles in a rough voice. His hands grab at her shoulders and she heard the click of her seatbelt releasing. Gold pulls her up and out of the car. Emma feels the rain on her face and her thoughts begin to clear. Where was the person she hit?

"You hit your head. We'll need to get you to the hospital," Gold's voice says from by her head. She jerks away from him, only to find her back collide with her now closed car door. A groan escapes her lips and her eyes close briefly.

"Dearie you need to stay awake," he says, his voice surprisingly gentle.

"Rumple? Is Emma okay?" another voice comes. Emma opens her eyes again to see a brunette come close and grab Gold's hand.

"Belle?" Emma could hardly process anything. Why were Gold and Belle here? Emma's eyebrows furrowed together as she thought.

"Emma, you have to listen. Hook was here trying to exact his revenge on me. He had plans to shoot Belle and send her over the town line to get back at me," Gold explains. Emma looks right at him, searching his face for any sign of lying.

"Hook is here?" she asks. Her head was pounding, making it hard for her to think straight.

"He was the one you hit," Gold replies slowly. Emma takes a dazed second to process that before she stumbles forward. She looks past the couple and sees a form lying on the side of the road. Her mind registers the familiar leather jacket and pants.

"Hook!" she cries out and starts towards him. Gold grabs her arm and stops her from going forward.

"Emma, you're hurt you need to stay still," he says.

"No! I need to check on him!" Emma cries out and tries to escape his grip. Her head hurt, her heart hurt, everything hurt, but she couldn't accept the fact that this was real. She had hit Hook with her car and he could be dead. The fact that he might be gone made her feel a flash of pain. "Let me go!"

"Emma, dearie, you're hurt," Gold says pulling on her arm again.

"I don't care! Let me go!" she screams, tears beginning to make their way down her cheeks. Suddenly the sound of distant sirens could be heard. As Gold is distracted by the sound Emma finally breaks away from his grip and runs to the still form.

Hook was lying on his stomach, his face in the dirt. Emma kneels down by his side and pulls at his arm. When he doesn't respond she roughly pushes at his side until he's turned onto his back. Her heart is pounding as she moves down and puts her fingers to his neck. No pulse. With that she moves her head onto his chest, expecting to hear a heart beat, but only silence echoed in her ears. She feels her hear skip a few beats and she moves up to look at his face.

"Hook! Come on! You can't be dead! Say something!" she yells, desperately clutching the lapels of his jacket. He still doesn't respond and Emma feels her sobs get stuck in her throat. She reaches up and softly brushes a stray hair off his forehead as her tears come faster. He still didn't move.

She never realized how much this would hurt. He had annoyed her. He had played her. He had teased her. And yet...here she was...crying like it was Henry lying still in the dirt. He had found his way into her heart, and just as quickly, he was leaving it.

"You can't go...I need you..." she whispers and lets her head fall down onto his chest. Sobs come quicker and she closes her eyes tightly. He can't be dead. She didn't hit him. In a few seconds her would blink his eyes open and give her a wide grin and say "Had you fooled Swan."

But that was wrong. He was dead and she had killed him.