Captain Swan;
Fixing the Heart
By Regina Winters
Chapter 1
Starting Over
Emma nodded goodbye to Neal and stepped away to the side of her bright yellow bug. She felt her emotions fighting her strong will and her vision glossed over for a brief second as she looked up as her 'last goodbye' came over. The sadness in his eyes sent a heart wrenching pang through her chest. She shoved it away, refusing to acknowledge what she knew was the truth.
"That's quite the vessel you captain there, Swan." Hook complimented as he drew closer.
Again she felt the battle between her emotions and her will power, but this time the tears were too strong. She looked down and quickly blinked them back, she took a breath and her eyes rose to meet his. As if an ocean wave had broken on the beach, her feelings crashed down upon her and swept her under. She knew then what the pain in her heart was. It was the gentle gaze of the soft brown eyes, the look of that rough windblown hair. It was the whispering voice, which could suddenly turn from shouting a harsh command to a soft breeze that echoed words from his heart. She looked into those brown eyes and heard the soft whispers surround her, warming her.
"There's not a day won't go by that I won't think of you."
Emma's eyes remained as unwavering as her voice when she echoed back.
"Good."
Hook's smile returned and Emma's gaze broke, her eyes moved down to his lips, longing to press them with hers, longing for more time. But time was out. She flashed a sad smile at the softened pirate then called to Henry. In a dull haze she climbed into the driver's seat and started the car. Again, she thought, again I am leaving my happy ending in the dust. She shook the thought away and turned to Henry, who was now settled in the passenger seat.
"Ready kid?"
He twisted in his seat to face her and nodded. Not trusting himself to use his voice. Emma gripped the wheel firmly and stepped on the gas as she glanced in the mirror. Her eyes rested on the small group of people she had grown to care so much about. Then they were gone, enveloped by a rolling cloud of magic. The curse.
"Mom. You ok?" Henry's voice shook her awake.
"Ya," Emma shook her head, clearing her mind. "Sorry kid. Must have had too much of your apple pie! How much sugar did you put in that thing? I keep dozing off!" She glanced over at her son and smiled. They were both in a good mood after an all day picnic in the woods. Now they were heading back to their apartment in Manhattan.
They arrived at around 8:15pm; the city was just coming alive with night crazy people. Henry hopped out and ran to the trunk to grab the picnic bag that contained the left over food. He lifted the yellow door and reached in to grab it, but his hand clasped nothing but thin air. He squinted for a second, making sure he didn't miss it, then shouted.
"Hey mom. Where's the bag?" He shut the trunk and walked to meet Emma, who was waiting for him a few steps away.
"In the trunk," She tilted her head confused by her son's expression. "Why?"
"It's not there." The boy replied simply.
Mother and son went back and checked the car over, but the bag wasn't there. They eventually concluded that they had forgotten it at the picnic site. After triple checking the yellow bug, just in case they somehow missed the bag, they gave up and walked home.