Author: So, here I am. With a rewrite of this story. It's not that I didn't like the other version, but, I felt the premise and layout of my story could be way better. So, I changed the dynamic a bit, really focused on the characters and such. I hope you all like it and enjoy! Don't forget to favorite, follow, and review. :)

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Davie Jones walked like a woman of power across the hospital parking lot. The rain was pelting against her body, soaking her clothes and causing her hair to stick against the skin of her face. She walked briskly through the doors and to the front desk. She must have looked rather feral with her dark hair dripping wet and sticking to her face and neck. Her pale skin was flushed from the cold weather which caused those bright green eyes to stand out.

"Which room is he?" David asked stiffly as she showed her badge to the nurse. The nurse slowly pointed towards a hall on Davie's right. She nodded in thanks and quickly walked down the hall. It was no surprise that the nurse asked about who Davie meant. The whole town knew of the tension that was shared between the two pirates.

Her steps seemed to thunder with each step despite her small size. When Davie was mad, it was known. She was normally a very composed woman but when it came to any sort of wrong or betrayal done to her or her loved ones, she was a woman on a revenge mission.

Davie nearly slammed the door open once she reached her desired location. She made eye contact with a very surprised Emma who was questioning the very man Davie was looking for. Emma gave her a questioning look after seeing that Davie was wet and pissed off. However, Davie made no move to address her confusion.

"I'll finish this interrogation, Emma," Davie stated between clenched teeth.

Emma frowned. "Are you sure?"

Davie wasn't looking at Emma anymore, but had those fiery green eyes locked onto the overly confident man in front of her. He had that stupid smirk on his face and it was pissing Davie off by the second. His eyes taking in her soaking wet clothes did not go unnoticed. Davie only crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"I'll go get you a coffee." Emma walked out of the room, knowing it was best to let Davie do this one on her own. She just hoped that she didn't come back to a bloodied up room.

"To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Miss Jones?" His blue eyes twinkled with mischief and that smirk did not falter. "Possibly to help with those wet clothes. Must be awfully cold."

Straight to being a perverse. What a surprise.

"What the hell are you doing here, Hook?" She questioned.

He chuckled. "Personal business that I must say has been rather successful."

"Because destroying a relationship is so business like." Davie glared at Hook as she fought the urge to punch him in the mouth repeatedly. She was no fan of Gold, but Belle was the better side of him and kept him check. Now Gold was going to snap which was something no one in Storybrooke wanted to deal with. He may look like an older man but Gold always had a trick up his sleeve, and it generally wasn't a pleasant one. Hook would pay for this.

"It's only fair, love. He took the love of my life, so I took his. He should be lucky she's even still alive. More than what I got," Hook replied darkly that it caused goosebumps to riddle Davie's body. The look in his eyes had caught her off guard. She had forgotten the hate that Hook felt towards Gold and what happened years ago. In her opinion, both men handled the situation in a terrible manner. However, Hook really took the cake on this one; shooting an innocent girl and making her lose her entire memory. He wanted Gold to suffer and now he was.

"Where's Cora?" Charlie changed the subject so things could get solved before anything got worse.

Hook groaned and let his head fall back against the pillow. "Like I told Ms. Swan, I have no idea where Cora is."

Davie narrowed her eyes and walked over to him. She took her hand pushed against Hook's broken ribs. He gasped at the shock of the pain and how she was now in his personal space. Davie locked her eyes on to his, her eyes dark and irate.

"You have all sorts of sore places I can make hurt," Davie threatened.

Hook smiled. "Oh, I bet you could."

She pushed harder onto his ribs causing a hiss to escape his lips and his face to scrunch in discomfort.

"I don't have time for your bullshit, Killian. Where is she?" Davie demanded as any remaining patience she had left her. She didn't even notice that she called Hook by his actual name, but Hook did. And he certainly planned to remind her about it at a later time.

"I don't know where she is. That woman has her own agenda to deal with," Hook snapped as he grabbed her wrist and forcefully removed her hand from his ribs. "Now, let's talk about something I'm interested in – my hook."

Davie stared at him with a blank expression. That was not something she could help him with even if she wanted to. Davie had no idea what Emma did with his hook. Nor did she care.

"May I have it back? Or is there another attachment you would prefer?" Hook wasn't smirking, but his eyes told Davie that his playfulness was out in full force. He was going to try and fluster her; make her stumble on her words like he did so many years ago. He was in for a rude awakening. Davie was not the same young girl that Hook came face to face with. She was a grown woman with a humble air of confidence and grace accompanied by a short temper.

"You're being awfully forward for your current position, don't ya think?" Davie remarked with a raised eyebrow.

Hook let a closed mouthed smile take over her features causing those blue eyes to light up. "My ribs may be broken…but, everything else is still intact and together."

He winked at her which only made Davie throw him a look that could light him on fire if she had the power to do such a thing. Hitting him might be an almost even action. However, before she could say or do anything in retaliation to his suggestive comment, Emma came back into the room, two cups of coffee with her.

"I'm surprised you haven't dismembered him," Emma commented as she handed Davie one of the cups of coffee.

"I'm getting there," Davie mumbled under her breath before take a sip of the coffee.

"I'm surprised to see you here without your ship, Captain." Hook continued to talk which only annoyed Davie further. The way he said captain was almost as if it was a joke to him. Now with the subject of her ship, she was more in a foul mood than she was before.

"I was sent here without her." She sipped more coffee hoping the topic would switch. She missed her ship more than anything in the world. Davie constantly fussed about her. Was the crew being kind to her? Taking care of her? Was her crew even still alive? These thoughts were the majority of her stress.

"Captain without a ship. Well, not much of a Captain anymore, are you?" He kept up with the teasing. Davie's lips were pressed tightly together, her hands clenched in fists as she narrowed her eyes at the man. He just couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Shut your mouth, Hook." Emma didn't want this to end in Davie tearing off Hook's head from his body. With the way he was antagonizing her, Emma needed to intervene before Davie unleashed full sea powers at him. Ever since Storybrooke had been touched by magic again and everyone with their memories back, Emma learned just how powerful Davie really was. The last thing the town needed was a powerful pirate obliterating the other over a spat from over ten years ago.

"Davie, can I speak with you for a moment outside?" Emma didn't really ask, but said in a way that didn't give Davie a choice.

The two women walked outside the room. Once the door was shut, Davie leaned against the wall and closed her eyes. A groan escaped her mouth. Emma was observing her, making sure that what she was about tell Davie to do would go over okay.

"Can't let it go, can you?" Emma accused with a knowing look.

Davie opened her eyes and looked over at her. "No."

"Davie, it happened over ten years ago. And it's not like he blew up your ship; he was a guy being a guy and hurt your feelings. It happens a lot through life. He's nothing special," Emma said with a soft tone. She knew Davie was a grudge holder even if it was something stupid. It was something Emma was trying to help her friend improve on.

Davie let out a sigh and stared at the floor, not responding to what Emma had said. She knew her friend was right, however, the thought of what happened still pissed her off; looking at him just reminded her of the dumb crap that spewed out of his mouth.

"There's something else. Why did you really bring me out here?" Davie changed the subject, not wanting to talk about what happened in the past anymore, and that she needed to let it go. Emma studied Davie for a moment, her blue eyes sharp and observant.

"You're not going to like this," Emma started causing Davie to look back over at Emma. The dark haired woman already didn't like where this was going.

"I need to do deal with this random guy that showed up here. Make sure he doesn't expose the town. And I need you to guard Hook. I'll have Red bring you dry clothes." Emma waited for Davie's outburst and grumbling of having to be in Hook's presence. However, it didn't happen much to Emma's surprise.

"Why can't David do it?" Davie asked with a small undertone of wining to her voice. At least Hook couldn't charm David off his feet.

Or could he? Jesus that's a disturbing thought. David shuddered at her own thought.

"Hook is a sneaky bastard. We both know this. You're the only one he won't be able to coerce freedom out of," she explained. Emma made a solid point and Davie knew this.

David let out a loud sigh. "Fine. I'll babysit the little shit."

"Daniella Elizabeth Jones," Emma said with a warning tone that gave Davie her full attention, "Don't doing anything rash." With a friendly squeeze of the shoulder, Emma departed down the opposite side of the hospital. Davie took into a couple deep breaths to prepare herself for a long night with Hook. It wasn't something she wanted to do, at all. But someone had to do while Emma and the others figure out exactly what to do about the strange man that had driven here.

As soon as she opened the door, she was already back to being irritated with Hook's happy face. This man drove her nuts.

"Let's make some shit clear. Try to escape and I'll beat you senseless with the IV stand. Hit on me, you get the IV stand. Breathe the wrong way– ". He cut her off which only flued her annoyance.

"The IV stand, I get it." His eyes were full of amusement and mischief. "So, the swan girl has left me in you good hands."

She plopped down on the stiff leather loveseat that was in the corner of the room. She kept her eyes narrow as she looked at him. "I wouldn't say 'good' hands. But yes, I get to babysit you."

It was Hook's turn to narrow his eyes into a glare. "I'm a gown man. I don't need to be babysat. Being prisoner is more appealing."

Davie felt the corner of her mouth turn into a smirk. She annoyed him and that pleased her more than it would anyone else. It seemed that the fellow pirate didn't take kindly to having 'child' terms towards him.

"Pfft, grown man. Maybe you should really listen to the shit that flies out of your mouth some day because it's not the words of a grown man," she laughed as her thoughts flew back in time when she first met Hook, and the flirtatious phrases that flew out of his mouth. They were not the words of a grown man now that she looked back on it.

"If you're referring to our first meeting -"He began to defend himself but she cut him off.

"I am. And you used words that a teenage boy would use. It was rather sad." Davie wanted to see how far she could push Hook just how he pushed her.

Instead of looking annoyed and frustrated as he did before, Hook's face softened and he smiled. A genuine smile which brought Davie back to a hard expression and back to being alert. Why was he smiling like that?

"My, haven't you changed," he started as he kept his eyes on her. Davie started to chew her lip nervously but caught herself before it became habit for the next few minutes. She just hoped that she caught herself before he saw the little nervous tick.

"A big difference from the flustered young lady that, if I do recall correctly, was flustered by my 'teenage boy' words," he said with a low chuckle.

Davie could feel her face scrunch into a glare, her arms were crossed in front her chest as she let out a slow yet heavy breath. He was doing it again. Being a charming ass.

"Not only have you become a fiery little fox, you've only gotten more beautiful," he paused for a moment as her green eyes actually looked into his eyes, "Quite a perfect combination I may say."

Davie knew what he was doing. He was being a flirt, using his words and charm and those stupid blue eyes to win her over. She wouldn't fall for it, though. She refused, no matter how hard her heart started pound when he called her beautiful. More beautiful meaning he thought she was beautiful before.

Jesus, he's actually getting into my head. Better snap out of it, Captain. The voice in her head pulled her away from the feeling of the compliment and back into reality. She stood up knowing that she would be better off guarding the door out in the hallway. For her sanity that is.

"Flattery will get you nowhere with me, Hook. You're still a sneaky asshole and I will not let you get away with this. Stay away from Belle and Gold," Davie said in a low tone. Her eyes were dark with a seriousness and a promise that actually scared Hook for just a moment.

"Or what?" He asked shaking off what the look in her in eyes made him feel.

Davie's eyes lit of with mischief as she let a sly smile adorn her face. Hook had forgotten who she was it seemed. He may remember her as a flustered and frightened young girl, but she will make sure he remembers the powerful Captain that she has become. With or without her ship.

She walked up to him, the soles of her worn leather boots making a soft thud with each step. She leaned down and brought her lips to his ear. "You would do well to remember who I am, Captain. I do control the sea and everything she is. With or without the Flying Dutchman."

Davie stood up and turned around, walking across the room and out the door, leaving a silent and observant Captain Hook to stay in his hospital bed. She certainly was not the same person he met before; she was no longer a child. No, Davie had become the most feared pirate of the seas. She could control anything and everything that was the sea. Not only that, he had heard that she had become an extremely skilled swordsman. These were things that should have brought fear to his very core but they didn't. Sure, Davie terrified him but he did not fear her. No, it only drew him more to her. Everything that she was and had become only made Hook want to know who Davie Jones really was.

On the other side of the door, Davie had leaned against it and slid down to where she was sitting on the floor. She had no idea that she left Hook in there more curious about who she was rather than frightened by who she was. She held her head in her hands, her hair creating a curtain around her face, letting out deep breaths that turned into shivers from her now damp and cold clothes. Davie nearly had a close one, nearly gave into his charm but she wouldn't let that happen. He made a fool out of her before and she wouldn't let him do it again.