Disclaimer: I don't own OUaT.
Notes: This is my first time writing fan fiction so it's probably sucks. But this came to me in a dream and I just had to write it. I don't really know where I'm going with it yet so bear with me. This takes place about 6 years after 3x09. Henry and Charming are dead. Snow is gone. Emma turned to Hook for comfort. They made something, she got scared and ran. And now he's found her.
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My hands, your hands
Tied up like two ships, drifting
Weightless, waves trying to break it
I'd do anything to save it
Why is it so hard to save it?
One Direction "Strong"
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His words came true. He was right. He did win her heart and it was because she wanted him. He was there to pick up the pieces… a good distraction from the reality, the truth, she didn't want to face. Well, that was what he was at first before he started to become something that scared her, something she didn't think she was ready for or truly deserved.
Her hand automatically went to the rings she wore on a chain around her neck. Her mother's engagement ring, her father's wedding band and his ring. They were the only things she had left of them. The things that proved she had had a family, she was loved, that it was real… not just a wild dream she'd had.
"Mom!" A little voice yelled, snapping her back to reality. "Hey! Bedtime story?"
She shook her head to clear her thoughts and looked at the book in her hands. The book that made her think about the past. Of course he'd pick it, it was his favorite. If only he knew the truth, that Peter Pan was evil and Captain Hook was a hero. But she'd never tell him. Because then she'd have to tell him the harder truth that she didn't think he'd be able to forgive her for keeping from him.
"Oh, yes, of course, David," she said, opening the book. "But just this one."
"Okay!" He smiled, pulled the blanket up to his chin and looked up at her to start.
When she finished, he was more than halfway to his own Neverland. Amazing how a book always put him sleep, no matter what. She reached out and swept the strands of unruly dark brown hair out of his face. His eyes fluttered open. They were the same striking blue as his fathers.
"Goodnight, Mom," he whispered.
"Goodnight," she said, leaning down to kiss his forehead. "I love you."
"Love you, too."
She looked at him again. He was of course the biggest proof that it had been real. He looked exactly like his father and it hurt her heart sometimes to look at him. She missed his father so much but she chose this and had to live with it. And she could. As long as she had David… he was all she needed.
After another kiss to his forehead, she put the book on the nightstand, turned off the lamp and closed the door almost all the way. Leaving it open just a crack so she could hear him if he needed her.
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She had just gotten out of the shower when she heard the knocks at the front door. She looked at the clock. 9:15. Who the hell could it be? She quickly dried herself, ran a brush through her hair and was about to put on her clothes when there were more knocks, louder than this time. Whomever it was was going to wake up David. She quickly put on a robe and hurried down the hall. "I'm coming!" she whispered yelled.
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
"I said I was coming!" she yanked open the door and was met with a hook inches from her face.
No.
"Hello, love," he said, sweeping the less dangerous side of his hook down her cheek. "I found you."
No. No. No.