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Hook frowned. He ran his hand lightly over the railing on the Jolly Roger. There was a strange feeling in the pit of his stomach. It felt like he was forgetting something, but Hook knew that nothing was wrong. He wiped wearily at his forehead, thinking how hot it was, especially for late October.

He knew there was something wrong but he just couldn't place his hook on it. Hook decided to take a nap and then maybe everything would be clearer. Hook stumbled down to his sleeping quarters and shrugged off his coat. He curled up on the mattress, too tired to even pull the blanket up.

"Sounds like there's supposed to be quite a storm tonight" David remarked.

"I wonder if Hook will be alright" Snow mused. The two Charming's had invited Emma and Henry over to bake cookies. Unsurprisingly, Henry and Snow were proving to be quite adept at decorating. After unsuccessfully struggling to even ice a cookie, both Emma and David had decided to stick to cutting out the cookies.

"Why?" Emma looked up.

"Well, the storm sounded like it's supposed to be really bad. Lightning and such" Snow replied.

"I'm sure Hook will be fine. It's just a little rain after all." Emma shrugged and continued to cut out cookies, although driving the cookie cutter through the dough with a little more force than necessary.

"Still. It would be nice if-"

"Okay! I get it, you want me to go check on him." Emma threw her hands up in exasperation.

"I'll go," she said, her tone annoyed, in response to Snow and David's questioning looks.


Emma hugged her jacket tighter around her torso. The wind was picking up, stirring the water in the harbor into a choppy blue swirl and sending dried leaves scuttling across the ground. There was a rumble of thunder in the distance and Emma hoped that Hook was perfectly fine so she could get home before the storm hit. She cautiously stepped onto the deck of the Jolly Roger, half expecting Hook to jump out and scare her.

"Hook!" she called.

Receiving no answer, Emma tried again.

"Killian!"

This time she was met with a half-hearted moan from somewhere below deck. Emma lost no time in hurrying down the stairs, only to stop as she saw Hook sprawled on the floor.

"Hook, what are you doing?" she gasped.

He looked up at her, his eyes hazy and tried to say something. His head dropped against the floor a second later with a dull thud. Emma immediately crouched next to the pirate. She pressed her palm to his forehead, frowning when he flinched back and her palm came away covered in sweat.

"Let's get you back to bed" Emma tried to get Hook to stand up. He was about halfway up, when his knees buckled and he collapsed against her. Emma groaned, as there was a bright flash of lightning outside the window and a loud crash of thunder. Only Hook could get seriously sick during a thunderstorm.

Emma managed to drag the semi-conscious pirate over to his bunk and pushed him onto it. Hook groaned as he became more alert.

"Will you please explain what is going on?" Emma demanded, hands on her hips.

Hook tried to flash her a grin, which only ended in his face abruptly paling and frantic gestures for a bucket. Emma winced as he emptied the contents of his stomach into the bucket. When he was done, Hook set the bucket down and attempted to speak.

"Lass…you should go" Hook swallowed.

"And leave you like this? Hook, you're running a fever and you won't ask for help. You like being alone, even when you're sick! Besides, I'm practically trapped on this damn boat. If you haven't noticed, there's a thunderstorm!" Emma finished her mini rant and glared at Hook.

"Don't call my ship 'damn'" Hook grimaced at the sour taste residing in his mouth.

"How long have you been like this? Have you eaten anything? Drink anything besides rum?" Emma questioned.

Hook shook his head and groaned as a wave of dizziness washed over him.

"Do you have anything to eat on this ship?" Emma asked.

"Check over there" Hook motioned in the vague direction of cupboards, "d'you think you could get me a blanket, love?"

"Where are they?" she asked as she opened up the doors to the cupboards. She rummaged through, finding a lone package of crackers and a tin of very outdated peaches.

"Seriously? Is this it?"

"There's rum…" Hook said.

Emma's only response was to roll her eyes and turn away. She walked down the narrow corridor of the Jolly Roger, rummaging through random closets and chests, finally finding a stack of blankets that definitely looked like they had seen better days.

"Where did you find those?" Hook asked, struggling weakly to sit up.

"In a closet" Emma pulled the first one off the stack and tried to tuck it around Hook. The pirate only pushed it away, looking like a stubborn child as he folded his arms. She tried again, only to get the same results. If anything, Hook looked even more miserable than before.

"Hook, you're shivering. You need a blanket." Emma was tempted to just tie the blanket around Hook. He reminded her of Henry, especially in the way that Henry could often be persistent and/or stubborn.

"Didn't know you cared that much about me, Swan" Hook teased, but Emma could see something else in his eyes. It was something she hadn't seen before and something she didn't exactly like to see.

"I don't. Here's the blanket" Emma held it out to him and when he refused to take it, she dropped it on the bed and started to open the peaches and crackers. She was rather surprised to find that Hook actually had forks and plates.

"Here's-" Emma started. She stopped as soon as she saw Hook on his bunk. The pirate was bent over, the blanket wrapped around him, with a tear trickling down his cheek.

"Killian, what's wrong?" she asked softly, leaving the plates on the counter and taking a seat next to Hook. He shook his head and coughed.

"Milah. She-she made this" Hook said in a trembling voice. Emma slowly took the blanket from him and unfolded it. She could see it now was a beautiful quilt, though slightly worn and discolored. In the corner there was stitching faded by time, but still clear, forming initials that formed a "K" and an "M". Emma looked back at Killian, who was huddled over, his face hidden in his hands. She suddenly felt a stab of pity for the normally strong pirate.

"Killian…I-I-I'm so sorry " Emma said quietly. Hook nodded and Emma carefully tucked the quilt back around his shoulders.

~TBC

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