I'll Never ask for Anyone but You

He was asleep. Her hand grasped over his, a sigh etched along her face. She was glad he was asleep, the peaceful look on his scarred face and the slight heaving of his chest. As night wore on it gave her something to latch onto.

"He's dead," she breathed hours later, not aware that he was awake. "Well not dead, he just hasn't changed… I never even felt a strong attachment…" she laughed a little while tossing her head back. Funny that she could laugh when she felt so hopeless. "It was my way of not letting myself get attached to someone like you. I lied to protect myself. I know men like you, birthed the son of one. A danger." She confessed to the air and steadily fell back into her chair. With all confessed and normal, and her completely unaware that the sleeping man was awake, she drifted into an easy sleep. Hands still clasped.

When Emma awoke a blanket covered her and the smell of coffee entered her nostrils. Her awakening was steady, until she realized where she was. Cringing at the sight of the empty bed she summoned a nurse with a groggily whistle.

"Yes?" She blinked at Emma; glare concealed with a hundred emotions.

"Where is he," she pointed towards the empty bed.

With a lick of her lips and a knowing smile she replied, "left first thing this morning. It's been a week, he could go."

Emma looked alarmed, "where did he go?"

"No idea," replied the Nurse as she walked away. "He didn't say…"

With gritted teeth Emma peeled the blanket from her and followed her nose to the coffee. There, on the table lay the mug… with a note underneath it.

Emma,

You have awoken. And probably looking for me I presume. Where did I end up? To be honest, I have no idea. I can assure you I left some time around 7, and knowing you you've awoken around 9. Seek me out at the harbor… and don't tell anyone where you're going. Well, if you want your confessions to stay hidden… Farewell.

xx

Killian

Her blood began to boil with irritation, as she flew the coffee-ringed note into the trash. With a sigh she grabbed the mug and stormed out of the hospital. Her sheriff belt forgotten on the armchair.

He was waiting near an old looking boat, which seemed unused for half a million years. With a smile he patted his hand along the bow. "She came with me Emma!" He nearly howled in joy, not turning to face her as she stormed down to the dock. "Never thought I'd see her again… ah the blood spilled along her boards…" For a moment he remembered the Crocodile but was thrown off guard as he was thrown against his boat.

Emma stood glaring at him, "how dare you!" She sneered, eyes ablaze. "Listening in to me, talking. Threatening me. I can add another count when I arrest you!"

His response was a smile, completely unthreatened by her glare. Moving his mouth only inches from her own he hissed sweetly, "I know you wouldn't."

She shoved him against the boat once more, making sure his bones rattled but still tightening her grip. "You don't know me."

"I know that you hate the fact that you are in love with me." He countered, head tilting to study her face. Even in its contorted anger she looked beautiful.

She was caught off guard for a moment, loosening her grip and gaping her jaw in slight disbelief. Her eyes changed from hard stone to lost molten lava. She gulped before replying, "I don't like to get attached."

"You got attached to that Graham… by the rumors," the grin on his face widening.

"And he died," she gasped as a nerve was hit, making her body feel like quick silver but still her grip held tight upon his shirt.

"Yes well, I'm not dead… or made of wood… and I can fend for myself. So just give in Emma," he breathed as she pulled back. The look in their eyes mirrored each other. Looks of guilt and longing, and lost. He pushed the nerve even deeper, "we've both lost someone, so why don't we just try again… ?" He asked, remembering the woman that traveled with him for many years but fell victim to the old heart-torn-out trick by the man she chose to sire her son.

And with that her lips found his. It was small, delicate and passionate. Lasting little in the amount of time but long in the amount of feelings. It was a start as his hook draped along her neck, the cold metal sending chills down her spine. So he held her tighter, warming her. Even after the kiss had ended he held her in his embrace to show the growing mutual feelings. Their thoughts the same, feelings identical. Twins from separate places, one thing was sure: a beginning has struck.

A / N This is a WIP, I'll try to update as much as possible. Thank you for the 'praise' of Another Heart Calls, which as greatly influenced the quickness of this one! I hope you like it! The title comes from the lyrics of Another Heart Calls, which is my Captain Swan song. Feel free to PM me for any ideas or prompts, I love hearing feedback. Also, please review! I love my feedback and to know if you guys are actually reading this or just viewing it! Again thank you, have a good day!