Author's Note: I felt bad for taking so long to post, so here is what I have. It may change a bit in the future should I decide to make some edits. I haven't abandoned this work. Promise :)
He found her in his quarters. Doing…something. Perhaps trying to increase her arm strength? Whatever it was she sure did look good doing it. I should probably announce my presence rather than standing here.
"Oh, don't stop on my account". That'd do.
"Wouldn't think of it".
"What are you doing"? It was amusing, watching her up there. She was clearly riled up about something.
"Getting ready for a fight". He wasn't quite sure how to respond to that. For one thing, it would take more than brute strength to win a fight. It took strategy, and considering that he had seen firsthand what Swan was capable of, she knew it too. For another, she was a completely open book to him.
"I've never known you to need to get ready for a fight. I thought it was a natural state" He really hadn't set out to tease her when he'd first come looking for her, but she just made it too easy. She wasn't preparing for a fight at all. It had taken him all of two seconds to figure it out. This was about what the crocodile had said to her. It had shaken her, but he knew she'd never admit it on her own, so he'd just have to do it for her.
"Don't let Rumplestiltskin get you down love".
"What do you want"? She was clearly deflecting, which meant his suspicions were correct. It was best not to push though. He was actually here for a reason, to give her Baelfire's sword. He thought it might help in calming her nerves, and keep her from getting killed. That stopped him dead in his tracks. Why do I care what happens to her anyways?
"To give you something. You know Baelfire and I once spent a lot of time together". Why am I telling her this? He didn't share intimate details about his life with…well anyone really.
"He was always Neal to me". He was going to choose to ignore that.
"Yeah. Right". What else was there really to say.
"This was his". The sword felt heavy in his palm. He almost didn't want to hand it over.
He gently placed it into Emma's hands. She could put it to good use. He…trusted her to keep it safe.
"I didn't realize you were sentimental". I'm not. It was instantaneous.
It was his turn to be defensive. He didn't like it when people saw through his own carefully constructed walls. It made him feel vulnerable. If she wasn't going to share anything, why should he?
"Yeah. Anyways I just thought you'd need it where we're going. To fight…"
He needed rum. He didn't like the direction this conversation was headed. He was still raw. He'd only just found out that day that Baelfire was dead, and he needed time to decide how he felt about it. It brought up things in his past that he didn't like to think about, inspired emotions he didn't want to deal with. Especially now when he was headed into a fight. There wasn't time for grieving.
"To…Neal"
"To Neal"
Leave a review my friends. Working on part III, but may be skipping some bits and pieces. It'd be too long otherwise.
UPDATE: To the jackass who reported me for copyright for "having too much of the original dialogue"...thanks, really appreciate that. It's supposed to be what Killian was THINKING during these conversations genius. I guess that wasn't clear enough from the title Killian's Inner Monologue. So now because of that I'll leave a nice obnoxious disclaimer on every entry
IN CASE YOU DIDN'T KNOW. I OWN NOTHING. ALL RIGHTS TO ABC. DIALOGUE FROM SCRIPTED EPISODES.
