Prompt: Cream
Word Count: 711
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Captain Hook (Killian Jones) and Emma Swan
Rating: PG (slight SLIGHT swearing-Hook IS a pirate, after all, but it is slight. Seriously)
Author's Notes: All stuff belongs to ABC and Once Upon a Time peeps. The words come directly from the episode "Going Home", so SPOILERS (as River would say).

The first thing he notices is her. Her cream-colored checkered pajamas, her dandelion hair, her honey skin. Emma. He gives her a lopsided smile, choosing to ignore her confusion for the moment, and just looks at her. Breathless at the sight of her (it had been far too long, in his opinion), he says, "Swan."

Before she can respond he is moving forward, toward her, toward her golden hair and saffron skin and Emma how long it's been—he's reaching for her, saying, "At last," but she makes him pause, with her hand at his leather clad chest and her words, "Do I know you?"

He curses under his breath, low so that she cannot hear (he's unsure how this Emma might take his piratey mutterings). He had hoped just the sight of him would make her remember (he is enough of Hook to admit to vanity, but really), but she just looks at him in confusion, nervousness, and slight fear (the first he predictable, the second he hoped because she was attracted to his dashing good looks, but the third was unexpected and unwanted). He had been sent here by her parents to help save the Enchanted Forest (again) by another threat (not surprising)—he really should find another place to live. This threat was green and nasty, more evil than Cora (and really did not have Cora's taste in attire—ruby shoes?) While he had counted on a bit of persuasion, he had wished for it to be simpler.

Desperate methods.

Giving her a modicum of space (for the moment), he imploringly searches her eyes. "Look, I need your help. Something's happened. Something terrible. Your family is in trouble." He looks to see if these words have any weight, but he finds none.

"My family," she says angrily, "is right here. Who are you?"

He sighs, again cursing Pan (the motherless bastard) and his damned games. "An old friend." Please remember, Swan. Emma. "Look," he starts, voice catching, "I know you can't remember me, but—" A glimmer of recognition sparks in her eyes and he continues, bolstered by it (which is probably why he became so reckless). "I can make you." He grabs her, hand delving into her sunny locks (oh, how he missed this). His lips briefly meet hers, and he relishes the contact after so many long months away. He is allowed a second of touch, before she shoves him away, knee making unpleasant contact with his groin.

Letting out a grunt of pain (or two), he is successfully thrown back from Swan, his back hitting the sallow wall behind him. He barely registers her confused and breathless words ("What the hell are you doing?") and responds (equally as confused and breathless), "Long shot. I had to try." He shakily stands, shuffling to her again, saying, "I was hoping you felt as I did." I was hoping you thought of no one, dreamed of only me, wished for me, ached for me as I did you. I was hoping you could remember me by true love's kiss, that damned magic. I was hoping you longed for me, loved me as I you. He admits to his foolish endeavor; it was derisible to believe Emma would have loved him before, and even more puerile to believe that she had remembered it, when she did not even remember her parents. Hook is crushed, obviously, but this had not been his only hope. He has other tricks up his leathery sleeve.

"All you're gonna feel is the handcuffs when I call the cops." Ah. His Emma, always so full of quips and one-liners. It's a wonder she and Regina didn't get along more.

He reaches out to her again. "Look, I know this seems crazy! But, you have to listen to me. You have to remember!" He curses as he is once again faced with the black door. Pacing, he tries to think of other strategies. How did she remember last time?

Oh. The boy. Right. Well, that's out then.

Sighing angrily, he gingerly sits on the floor, stares at the cream colored wallpaper of the hall, and plans his next move. Emma would remember, of that he had no doubt. He would not give up without a fight.