Hook watched as she drove off. All he felt was hopelessness and just plain despair. Once he couldn't see her anymore he looked at the shattered glass lying on the floor. He sighed and walked back into the bar and ordered a drink.
Emma drove off. She wasn't going to any particular location; she just drove and drove. The words and the sadness in his eyes kept replaying in her mind. Why do I feel bad for this guy? Why do I keep feeling odd feelings when I'm around him? As if I've known him all my life. She snorted out loud. Yeah right, Emma.
After twenty minutes of driving in circles she realized the time. It was 3 o'clock and she was five minutes late of picking up Henry. "Shit!" she mumbles out to herself. She turns the wheel to turn the car around and drives over to Henry's school.
When she arrives, she finds Henry sitting on one of the benches in front of the school reading a book. She gets out of her car and walks in front of him. He doesn't look up at her and keeps reading, yet he says, "You're late."
She sighs and sits next to hm. "Sorry kid. I just lost track of time." She looks at his book and asks "What are you reading?"
"The story of Peter Pan and Captain Hook. It's actually pretty good." he answers her. He reads one last sentence and then closes the book. She looks at him and sighs even louder.
"Not that name again…" she mumbles to herself.
Henry looks up at her and raises an eyebrow. "What's that suppose to mean?"
She looks at him realizing that she said that out loud and shakes her head. She forces a smile on her face and places a hand on his thigh. "How about we go home?" He smiles back at her and nods his small head. They walk into the car and drive home.
Emma flutters her eyes open and finds the TV on. She looks down at her lap and sees that Henry's head is laid on top of it. She smiles and gently picks his head up and gets up. She then lays his head on the couch trying to avoid him waking up. She succeeds and walks over to the television, still a little drowsy, and turns it off. She then walks over to her room but as she does she hears a man and woman yelling out in the hallway. She raises an eyebrow in curiosity and opens the door. She peeks over at the man who Emma couldn't see his face. It turns out they were making out against the wall and that wasn't arguing. It was more of a scream of pleasure. She sighs and walks over to them.
"Not to be a buzzkill guys but it's two o'clock in the morning can you guys get a-" They turn their heads facing Emma and she finds out that Hook was the man that was making out with the slutty-looking woman. "Hook?" she shouts his name in shock.
He grins. "Aw. So you remembered me." he looks at her drunkenly, "NIce to see you again, Emma but I'm sorta busy at the moment so if you'd mind." He gestures her to leave and goes back to kissing her neck.
Emma just stares at him. Just a moment ago he was fighting for Emma to remember him and now he acts as if they were acquaintances. "Are you drunk?"
He rolls his eyes and sighs then faces her and then back at the woman. "Listen darling," he raises his hand that holds a twenty dollar bill. He sexually shoves it into her bra and whispers into her ear, "Why don't you get yourself a carriage home?"
She smiles and then pouts when he asks her to leave. "You won't forget me right?" Emma rolls her eyes at the annoying lovey-dovey stuff that woman says.
"Dont worry, love. I won't." He grins and gives her one last kiss on the lips. She kisses back and walks away, fixing up her dress as she goes. Once the elevator doors close, Emma looks at Hook and raises her brows.
"So you're jealous of me now aren't you?" He looks down at his flask and drinks a sip of it. He then looks back at her. He watches her rolls her eyes. She loves doing that around me, doesn't she?
"Look, Hook-" she gets interrupted by his voice. Hook narrows his eyebrows in anger and steps a step closer to her. "No you look, Emma," Emma looks at him, slightly afraid, "You don't trust people because of your used to be precious 'Neal' and I can understand that but all I've trying to do is make you remember! You didn't give me even the slightest bit of a chance to explain myself! You didn't even consider that what might be telling you the truth. You've even saw it in my eyes that I was telling the truth but you couldn't even at least pretend that what I said is real."
Emma looked into his eyes and looked back down. She tried avoiding eye contact as much as possible. "I-I can't…"
He glared at her, "You can't what?"
"I can't remember and I don't want to either!" she shouted.
"You see, that's the problem Emma, other than not trusting me or anyone for that matter, it's not that you can't or won't remember. You have to remember." he stared down at the ground and continued, "You'll be alone again if you don't."
Her expression suddenly changed from anger into a mix of sadness and shockingness. "W-what's that supposed to mean?"
"Mom?" Emma and Hook look up at Henry who's holding a blanket and rubbing his eyes in drowsiness.
"Henry," she walks over to him and kneels in front of him, "What're you doing awake? You're still supposed to be sleeping."
"I saw the door open and heard you guys fighting. Who's he?" Henry looked up at the unfamiliar man and back at his mother.
"He's...someone, don't worry about it. How about you get back to bed?" She smiles at him and pushes him lightly back into their apartment. Once he enters she looks back him and stares back down at the ground. "Im going to bed and I think you should too." She turns around and walks into her bedroom and lays onto her bed.
Hook sighs and takes another chugs down a large amount of his rum then walks out of the building.
Emma wakes up as the warm, bright sun hits her face. She looks out the window right beside her and hears the doorbell ring. She raises her brow and wonders who could it be so she gets up and walks over to the door. She opens the door and finds a man standing at the other side of the door. "Jack? You're here early." Emma scratches her head and he gives her a peck on the lips.
"Early? You do realize it's one o'clock in the afternoon right?" he walks into her home.
She watches him with wide eyes. "Its one o'clock?" she says in shock. "I must have overslept…" She then remember what happened last night with her and Hook arguing. Now I know why I woke up early. She sighs out loud,
"You okay, Emma?" he looks at her in worrisome.
She smiles and shakes her head. "Yeah. It's just that I just woke up." She smiles at him and he smiles back.
"Well," he echos, wrapping his arms around her waist, "Henry's still asleep we could." He tilted his head towards her bedroom. She smirks and they starting kissing each other sensually.
"Ew guy." Henry says in disgust as he sees his mother and her boyfriend kiss.
Emma chuckles and looks at Henry. "Hey kid. Want some breakfast?"
"Yeah, and after breakfast we could go to Central." Jack suggested.
"Sounds cool!"
"Actually, I can't go today." Emma states.
Jack raises his brow. "And why's that? Come on, Emma. We've barely hung out this week because of work and stuff."
"Sorry it's just that I have stuff to do like grocery shopping and helping Brittany out with decorating the Valentine's Day party."
He sighs in disappointment. "Alright fine, but, you have to promise me that you'll make time for me tomorrow."
She smiles. "You have my word." They smile at each other then give each other a kiss. Again, Henry is disgusted and walks into the bathroom to get ready to leave with Jack.
Emma knocks onto the door of Brittany's apartment. She opens the door and they greet each other with a "Hi" and a hug. "Haven't talked to you in a while. What have you been up to?" Emma smiles as she walks in, looking around.
"You have no idea," she whispers loud enough that the brunette is able to hear.
"Well it's a good thing you came. Me and one of my new guy friend that I've met are going to need all the help we can get." Brittany says shooting a wink and walking over to the kitchen.
Emma raises her eyebrow with a smirk. She follow her friend to the kitchen. "And who might that be?" Brittany stood quiet with a teasing smirk on her face. "Oh come on. Spill."
"Why don't you go meet him yourself. Here I'll introduce you two." Brittany holds the glass that she poured wine in and hands it over to Emma. She then walks over to the media room while Emma follows her. A man with brown hair and wearing a white shirt with a gray vest overlapping it, stands next to the window that overlooks the city. He holds a glass of wine and as he hears their footsteps he turns around to look at them. Emma's jaw drops and she drops the glass.
"You?!" she cries out.
"Emma?" he answers.