Set after "Good Form" He had to tell her. She had a right to know that her true love was alive and in Neverland. He wouldn't be the man to keep that from her. He wouldn't be the man to hurt her in the end with secrets or with lies.
Chapter One: I'll Leave You To Your Thoughts
Emma stirred silently from her spot on the ground that night, the sun not even beginning to rise. She heard a shuffling outside her tent and gripped her sword in her hand, ready to fight her attacker as the shadow of a man came closer to the entrance. Her tent was small, only big enough to fit maybe two people tightly at most. She lifted up onto the balls of her feet, crouched in a defensive, albeit tired, position.
She stopped her own attack just seconds before her blade sliced through Hooks chest.
"Good morning to you too, love." he smirked, holding his hands up in mock surrender as he raised an eyebrow in her direction.
"You scared me to death, Hook! I almost killed you." she whispered harshly, sighing in relief while letting the sword fall from her hands.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, you look quite ravishing first thing as you wake." he teased, stepping completely into her tent now, closing the flaps behind him. He crawled over her body slightly in the small space, her eyes never leaving his as if she was determined to best him in a staring contest.
"It's not even morning, Killian." she whispered, rubbing her eyes as he dropped to his side next to where she had been laying. He watched her fall back to the ground, shifting her body so she was facing him in close quarters.
"It seems you are right. Because you would never call me by my mortal name if you were of sound mind after a normal nights rest. It does seem, however, that it is nearly enough that Pan felt he could pay me a visit in the woods. " he explained, watching her eyes lose all exhaustion and stare directly at him.
"What were you doing wandering the woods of Neverland?" she asked, her voice almost as angry as her eyes seemed.
"Bloody hell, that's what you took from what I just told you? You must not have heard me clearly. Pan was here" he enunciated. And he told me a pretty interesting bit of information." he repeated, moving a chunk of blond waves that laid across the settled dirt they were resting against.
"No, I heard you. I just don't get why you would go for a midnight stroll when there are Lost Boys everywhere looking for us all." she said, swatting his hand away weakly. Her eyes blinked up towards him, her stare softening from anger to a look of sadness. "What were you thinking?" she whispered.
"I certainly wasn't thinking you would care so much." he admitted, turning onto his back, folding his hands across his torso looking up towards the hidden sky.
"So are you going to tell me what he said or just lay in my tent all night?" she asked, rolling her eyes.
"The latter certainly sounds more pleasing." he chuckled, turning his head to shoot her a smile before looking back up. "But I believe that once I let you in on Pans little secret, you will desire much different company at your side."
She waited patiently for him to continue, growing worried as he sighed heavily in distress.
"It seems Henry's dear father is alive. And right here in Neverland, as it were." he told her, lacing his fingers together under his head, his elbows above her small frame.
She blinked a few times as if absorbing all the information. He was mildly surprised when he felt her cold hand on his wrist, her fingers falling into his palm.
"That's it?" she asked, pulling his arm until he had no choice but to fall over onto his side to face her annoyed features. "You woke me after barely an hour of sleep to tell me Neal is here? How does that concern us and our mission of getting my son back?" she sighed, letting go of his wrist and pressing her palms against her tired eyes.
"Well, I was thinking you might be a bit more affected then you seem to be. I suppose I will leave you to rest. Gnight, Swan." he said, getting up in a crouched down position, crawling towards the entrance of the tent.
"Hey." she called out, sitting up quickly to catch his arm, pulling him back slightly. He turned his head to look at her over his shoulder. "Next time you want to take a leisurely stroll through enemy ground, wake me and I'll go on the damn adventure with you." she snapped, shoving his wrist away after she was done. "Or else you're going to get yourself killed without someone to watch your back. You said it yourself. Neverland is full of tricks. Next time you go out there while we are all sleeping, you might not come back." she kept her voice calm and unattached.
"Careful, Swan. You're feelings are showing." he shot back, arching his back as he exited the tent without another word.
You think that kiss meant anything? You think she could actually have feelings for you?
I think she might finally be seeing me for the man I really am
A one handed pirate with a drinking problem
Hook would never let his face show that those words affected him when toe to toe with Pan that night. But now, as he laid alone in his tent, eyes too wide with questions to sleep, he wondered if that might be all he would ever be to her.
To anyone.
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