Okay I think I either did really good or I made a really weird epic fail. I asked myself how Emma would react and this is what my weird brain came up with. Hope you like it.
That night, Emma lay down in her bed, thinking, thinking about herself, about Killian, and about her life as a whole….but mostly about Killian. As she thought about him and his words she felt many different emotions.
The first was, well, I guess the closest thing would be….confusion?
Why? Why did he have to say that? Why now? Why couldn't he wait? What is he afraid he's gonna die again?
The second was logic, and understanding.
Well, you know, maybe he is a little afraid that he actually will die. Well, you know, you never know with everything going on. 'Cause I guess I am kinda giving him a hard time. And you know, I bet he thought he was, like doing some kind of bold romantic gesture or something like that.
And, unfortunately for Killian, her last, most profound, and lasting emotion was the complete and utter state of being pissed off.
"Bold Romantic Gesture" MY ASS! He knew exactly what he was doing! He knew that I couldn't say anything back, so now what? He's BETTER than me? So is it like "I know you'll never say it, but just in case I'll wait for like, ever."? NO! I see EXACTLY what that little pirate is doing! And believe me he's gonna pay for it!
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After Emma had calmed down (at least a little bit, but still seething with anger) from her sudden internal outburst of pure rage, she started thinking about what to do about it.
I'm just gonna go over to his room and talk to him.
And by talk….she meant yell.
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Emma rounded the corner and paused briefly before pounding her fist on his door. She heard a lock click, and the door opened.
Killian looked pleasantly surprised to see her. "Swan! To what do I owe the p—"
"What the hell is wrong with you?!" Without warning, Emma pushed herself and Killian inside of the room and slammed the door behind her.
"Emma," Killian said cautiously. "What is this about?"
"You know exactly what this is about!"
Killian sighed. "Because I told you that—"
"Yes! You knew I wasn't ready to hear that and you said it anyway! And I know you'll never admit it, but from now on you're going to be waiting, waiting for me to say it back, and I don't know if I can! And how do you think it makes me feel, you telling me this when I almost lost you and the whole time I never even knew that you were in trouble?!"
Killian couldn't speak.
"You were trying to tell me, Killian. But I ignored the signs, because I wanted to pretend that everything was okay." Emma cursed inwardly as a tear rolled down her cheek. Killian reached out to her face and brushed it away with his thumb. Dammit, this wasn't the plan! She began to sob against her will. Killian brought her into his embrace and sat her down on the bed. "Why can't my life be simple Killian," Emma asked, her voice sounding almost childlike.
"If it was…you wouldn't be so magnificent."
Killian stroked her soft, golden hair, until both of the fell asleep in each other's embrace.
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Killian awoke to streaks of light shining through the blinds of his window. A smile spread on his face as he realized the events of last night. He and Emma had spent the night together. He took in the sight of Emma next to him. She was so peaceful. When awake, she always found something to worry about. He decided to savor the moment, and not wake her, because he knew that when she awoke she would be embarrassed. Her plan was definitely not to start crying and spend the night with a pirate.
Slowly, Emma stirred. As she stretched out her arm she felt someone beside her. Killian was smirking at her, head propped up by his elbow. "Hello, love. Sleep well?"
Emma quickly jumped out of the bed. "I gotta go."
"Emma…"
"No, I can't do this Killian."
"You can't do what?"
"This! Us, Killian! It's too much!"
"Emma…..are you….breaking up with me?"
"No, Killian of course not! I just… need some time…."
"Emma, I gave you time! You still came here!"
"I-I'm sorry Killian…goodbye." With that, Emma left.
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Emma ran to the top of the stairs, flung the door to the loft open, and slammed it behind her as hard as she could. This woke her brother, who immediately started to cry, and earned her worried looks from her parents as she climbed the ladder to her bed.
"I'll talk to her," Snow said, handing Neal to David. Snow ascended the ladder and sat down next her daughter. "Where were you last night, Emma?"
"With Hook."
Snow raised her eyebrows. "Oh."
"Not like that...should I start at the beginning?"
"I think that would be a good idea."
"Well, last night when Hook came to see me, he told me that he loves me. I didn't say anything back, but he left. And, so anyway, I thought all last night about what he said, so like, at about midnight, I went to see him. I was kinda pissed off, so Iyelled at him, and then I had to go and start crying. Then, I fell asleep, and I woke up this morning, and I was kinda shook up and I…said some things, then I came here and…I'm kinda upset."
"Emma…what are you afraid off?"
"What's there not to be afraid of?"
"Look, Emma, your walls may protect you from a lot, but they keep out love. So, why not, just this once, take them down and apologize."
"Why should I apologize?"
Snow raised her eyebrows and gave Emma a knowing look.
"Alright, I will apologize."
"And, Emma? How do you feel? About Hook, I mean."
"You mean, do I love him?"
Snow nodded.
"Uh, I'm…not sure yet."
Snow smiled. "When you are, let him know."
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