A/N: So first off, pardon my language... F #k! Into the Deep...this episode gave me so many feels !=.= So I'm a little pissed at all the double crossing, but it's expected I mean Hook was just friken chained to a beanstalk for 10 hours. We were all just reminded of who Captain hook is supposed to be, a bad guy. BUT, I do not think that means he will always be a bad guy. I think that the Captain Swan ship has not sunk yet! Lets not give up hope! Charming and Snow never did and they always found each other. So Captain Swan I still believe in you!
On another note, after that episode, my fanfic will more than likely, not follow the plot line. With that said I hope you still enjoy my fanfic! 'Cause in this story you can bet there will be Captain Swan C; Enjoy! Sorry for the wait too!
disclaimer: Sadly, I don't own the characters or the main plot-line (anything that was on tv) I do own my own ideas though!
You Bested Me
Captain Swan Shipper! © KaraStephenson 2012
Chapter 2: Keep Your Eyes Open
"So here you are two steps ahead, and staying on guard...keep your eyes open"-Taylor Swift
"Hook" Emma replied venomously.
"I'm touched, you remembered my name." He put his hand over his heart, displaying a fake smile.
Emma was about to yell out to the others...
Hook shook his finger. "I wouldn't do that if I were you. Wouldn't want to wake the ogres now would we, love."
The blonde drew out her sword, aiming it right at the man's throat.
"Milady, no need to get feisty. There's always a time and place for that." He smirked, giving a small wink.
She pushed the blade harder, almost breaking skin. "Leave,"
He spoke with a taunting tone, "But I've only just arrived."
Emma held her stance, not giving in to his witty remarks. She kept her eyes locked onto him, not letting him anywhere near the others. Had ten hours already passed?
Hook returned her gaze with a grin. "Can't take your eyes off of me can you, lass?" Quickly, he moved his hook, looped it around the blade, and flipped the sword out of her hand. He slid to the right, and caught the sword in his hand. "Didn't anyone ever teach you how to wield a blade? Well, correctly." He gave a small laugh in response to the shock on her face. "Love, your underestimation of me is quite amusing."
"Fine. You have my attention." She crossed her arms, patience running out.
"The stunt you pulled back there, the one at the beanstalk. I'm willing to put it behind me."
Emma raised her eyebrow. "And?"
"And we carry out our original deal. I'll help you get the portal dust you need to get home and of course you'll take me along."
Her lips pursed, not fully convinced of his words. If there was one thing she learned after her life flipped upside down, trust no one. Her stare increased as she tried to figure out his true intentions. "If I say no?"
The smirk didn't seem to leave his face. "Well, I could always tell Cora you're here and you can lose all chances of finding your way home. The choice is yours, love."
"How do I know you haven't already? You double-crossed her. You could be doing the same to me. From what I've heard, and experienced, Cora isn't the nicest lady. She makes you look innocent. Maybe you're trying to save your skin...get the compass...go to Storybrooke."
He released a small chuckle. "Smart lass, I'll give you that. But I'm not interested as to whom I double-cross. I'm looking for the one who can take me to the other realm."
She was still not convinced. She didn't know anything about Hook, except from the childhood movie. He had always been depicted as "the bad guy", who was not to say it was true? All the other storybook character's personalities had proven themselves.
"Come on love, at this rate Cora will find us all." Hook cocked his head.
With every word, her veins pulsed. She was wishing she had plunged the sword in his neck when she had the chance.
You could smell the skepticism in the air. Neither one lowered their guard. She took a moment to weigh her options: Hook coming along, with a chance of betrayal and death...Look for Cora, without Hook, with a chance of death...
A theme of death seemed to be reoccurring.
Inside her mind, a mini-scuffle was taking place: Yes vs. No. What could go wrong? A dangerous question to ponder. Although, it wasn't what could go wrong, but what could go right? There were an endless amount of risks with trusting the pirate before her. However, he might have the best chance of getting to Cora.
"Fine. You know where Cora is trying to go, so you can take us." She took a step closer to him. Her tone turned to almost a whisper, but stayed bitter. "Don't make me regret this decision. I swear if you betray us, or turn us in, I will kill you. Am I clear?"
Hook leaned in, lips close to her ear. "Crystal."
Quickly, she pulled her head away.
"Didn't mean to scare you, love," he revealed his signature smirk.
Oh, how Emma wanted to slap that smirk right off his face. "Stay here. Don't move." She walked backwards toward camp. Turning away from the man would only set her up for a stab in the back, literally. "Also, don't call me love."
"Sure thing love," his smirk widened. "What would you like me to call you?" There was a hint of sarcasm.
She walked up to him and ripped the sword from his grasp, pleased with the alarm on his face. "Not that. Try Emma, my name." With the weapon now out of the pirate's hand, she turned her back, and marched away.
"Swan."
Emma was too agitated to listen any longer.
"Swan," her name was said slightly louder.
The situation brought on Déjà vu. "Stay," she called behind her.
"Swan," he spoke more as a question than a yell.
Giving a huff, the blonde faced Hook. "Hold your damn horses, or…boat. I'm just going to talk to the others; by others I mean Mary…Snow. You'd be surprised how hard it is to convince a queen to do something, particularly if she's your mom."
"Lass, you are an adult. Do you really need your mum's permission?" he snarkily replied.
"In this case, yeah I do. Now are you going to be quiet so I can ask, or would you rather she find you here and do god knows what."
"Emma Swan." A voice hissed behind her.
Slowly, she turned to face the fair beauty that had drawn her bow. "Hey… Snow. Now whatever you could be thinking, it's not, I swear."
Snow gave Emma an I'm-listening-look.
"How about we discuss this…away from," she looked over at Hook who seemed to be looking away from the death glare of Snow.
The mom pulled her daughter back to the campfire a little roughly. "Emma, I leave you alone for a few minutes and now your fraternizing with the enemy," she spoke in a harsh whisper.
"I was not fraternizing. More like threatening. But, he showed up right after you left," the blonde matched Snow's tone.
"You shouldn't have been talking with him, period. You're the one who decided to leave him at the beanstalk. And, it was a smart move, because he's a no good, lying, thief."
Emma's patience was peeking. "I know I left him at the beanstalk. No need to keep brining it up. Yeah he's probably a dangerous, double crossing, ass whole—"
"Maladies, you do know I can still here you?"
"Not now!" both of them spoke in unison causing a look of alarm on his face.
"Look, Mary he wants to keep our original deal."
She crossed her arms over her chest. "And that makes a difference how?"
Swan huffed, irritated. "He's going to tell Cora where we are if we don't."
"He's going to tell Cora where we are if we do!" Emma could see the frustration building in her mom's face.
"I know the risks. But, think about it, he has the best chance to get close to Cora than we do." She lowered her voice, "when we get the portal dust, we'll be the ones to cross him. We'll stay two steps ahead."
Snow's voice held a hint of disappointment. "So you want to do exactly what he does? Does that make you any less than him?"
She rolled her eyes in response. "Really? Is there no end with you? I'm just willing to take whatever measures are necessary to go home." Her grip tightened around the sword.
"You don't think I am? I want to get home as much as you do—"
The blonde began walking away from her mom.
"Where are you going? Don't you walk away from me, Emma."
This time the savior turned her back to her friend. She cocked her head back. "Now I am going to make him take me to Cora, whether you're with me or not. 'Cause this is obviously not just about Hook."
She could see the aggravation in her mother's eyes, a mirror of her own. Both of them were similar in the way that they wouldn't back down easily. Ever since she discovered that Mary Margaret was in fact Snow White and her mother, the atmosphere between them have been different.
Possibly, it was her that was different.
E/N: What did you think? Yay or nay? If you noticed this song was Tswift too, that was a coincidence. I am picking lyrics I think fit my chapters, this one just happened to work. And yeah I am naming my chapters after them too :P
p.s. Did you spot where I used a piece of the lyrics in the writing?
