I Will Find You

by lonelyiridescence

Hook/Emma (Captain Swan) Hook's hunt for his blond deserter after she abandons him at the top of the beanstalk. This is a story of how they will find one another, and themselves. Writer's note: This began as a singular drabble that evolved into a larger story. Chapters at the beginning are short.

2. Chapter 2

He dropped to all fours as he leapt a short ways up from the beanstalk, breathing hard through his nose. To his right, he noted a deep gash in the green chords of the plant. Sauntering over, he ran his fingers along the edges of the lacerated emerald flesh, noting the strength of steel and the brute force thrown into the offense. He believed it to be the warrior-like one, Mulan was it?

The gash still oozed with plant material towards the center, catching the light of a sinking sun. As he turned away and tilted his face to the sky he noted that they couldn't be more than a few hours gone.

A game.

He'd always adored games. Cleverly put together things. This one was begged a crimson stain to gild his blade at the end. The interesting part was that his odds were in fact the best, because whether it was the old bat or the beautiful savior of the realm that fell to their knees before him, he would have his way to Storybrooke.

He could only win.

But why shouldn't he enjoy himself along the way? Following the Swan woman seemed to be the most enjoyable path. Catching her long blond tresses between his teeth and pulling her close to bite her with the edge of a dagger. Oh no it would be enjoyable to hunt and toy with his prey.

She had been foolish not to trust him. Clearly it would have been advantageous to have someone who knew Cora's whereabouts and expectations. But it truly was the smartest thing he'd seen someone do.

Trust no one. Their blade would as soon crack open your ribcage and kiss your heart as soon as yours could tongue their skin.

But he had begun to trust that she could take him to he needed to go. She was hard. She was cold and she let nothing stand between her and her goal. His flirtatious facade had dropped early on. It was not in him to taunt one who had been scarred by love. Her eyes had blinked silver with memory, a look he too desperately needed to know was not simply his own weakness.

Maybe he needed to find her. But he wasn't so sure why anymore.

And she was the fierce that lit the bone white drippings of dusk with the fire of a dying day. She painted his world scarlet around the edges.

Oh yes. He would find her.

Tick tock. The distance between them would close as the second hand sprinted forward. Tick tock. Let the games begin.