A/N: Hello! I hoped you liked the prologue. The response I had was incredibly awesome; I seriously kind of panicked… It's my first story so everything counts haha. Thanks for the reviews and follows and faves and views. It means the actual world. I wanted to answer to the reviews but they don't let me until I've had 24 hrs and all that stuff, but I will!
Now, Chapter one will be a little confusing but give me a few more chapters and everything will be clearer. I'd have wanted a better way for Henry and Emma to see each other again but it had to be done this way I guess.
I really do hope you like it and if not please criticize me as much as you can, I'd love to hear your opinions. Hope is not really shitty. And enjoy.
Chapter 1
Anthems of a Seventeen Year Old Girl
Used to be the one of the rotten ones
and I liked you for that
now you're all gone
Emma wasn't stupid, she knew it. But right now she felt like a seventeen year old girl again. All those feelings she hadn't felt since… She didn't even want to think about it. A long sighed was freed by her lips, and looking at the ceiling she remembered Henry telling her one day after school, everything was meant to be, everything that had happened to her –good and bad- was part of her destiny.
'And at the end of the day' He had smiled, 'you will have to accept it and fight against it, cause you know, that's what heroes do. Accept their destiny and fight to get something better.' God that kid was smart.
One thought after another made a chain in her head and something clicked. Somehow, something made her believe that may be taking Hook with her was the way she was fighting against her destiny.
'This is not a fairy tale, Emma.' She remembered, sinking in the bath tub trying to get back to reality. She could listen to her heart beating against her chest, and the water going from one side to another with every little movement of hers. She took out her head from the water passing her hands through her hair. She had to get out and deal with the real problems, as soon as she thought about it she felt like throwing up.
She got out of the bathtub and covering with a towel she looked herself in the mirror. After Hook waking up they had barely talked, actually she had barely talked, on the other hand he couldn't stop teasing her. But that wouldn't happen again, she was ready to deal with him. It was her fault he was here, now it was time to fix things.
The only thing she had to do was help him with Mr. Golden and as soon as that business was finished he would be back to the Enchanted Forest in no time at all. She smiled with satisfaction. As easy as that, she thought knowing she was just lying to herself.
'Emma! Emma!' An angry voice called from the kitchen. She finished putting on her sweatshirt and walked to the kitchen taking her time. Hook was next to the cupboard with a handcuff in one wrist and the other on the handle of the furniture. 'I wonder, is this really necessary princess?' pointing his trapped hand with the stump.
'Now that I'm here it might be okay if I let you free.' Emma noticed Killian's expression softened; now it was her time to smirk. 'But I'm afraid the key managed somehow to get lost and I have the copy in my desk... At the station. And based on the fact that I'm not going to work until tomorrow morning may be. Late, late morning… Well you might stay there for a while.' She smiled with sarcasm. His expression sharp again, trying not to care over the fact she noticed to much his gestures she sat on a chair where she could visualize him, she took a magazine which was on the table and opened trying not to think about having the famous Captain Killian 'Hook' Jones just in front of her.
'Could you at least give me something to eat? I'm starving but you know love, I could do with something else. Know what I mean?' He winked at her, his annoying smile was again on his face, an eyebrow up inviting her to whatever he was thinking. He was driving Emma mad but she couldn't let him get into her nerves.
'I'm doing you a sandwich.' She sighed. While getting all the stuff she needed out, she could feel his glance, not looking away at any moment. 'Stop that, pirate!' She said exasperated.
'Stop what?' He asked glad she couldn't stand him. 'Are my eyes somehow, bothering you?' He continued all innocent.
Emma had replied that question in her mind never willing to admit the answer was about how freaking perfect his eyes were.
Stop acting like a seventeen year old girl again, you idiot! She reminded to herself.
She finished preparing the sandwich, and considering she hated to cook she had made a pretty good job with it. She offered the food, only receiving a disgust look.
'First of all sweetheart, do you really think I'm getting full with that square little thing? Answer: No I'm not. Secondly, how the hell you expect me to eat without a hand and the other being… well, like this.' His hand moved a bit. 'And finally…' He wasn't able to finish, the door of the apartment had opened and a little kid entered running towards Emma.
'I missed you.' The child whispered hugging her waist. Killian noticed Emma trying to get the kid as close as possible; she had a nostalgic smile on her face which made Hook's heart pound faster than ever. His eyes wide open couldn't stop watching at the scene.
'I missed you so much, kid.' She said kissing his forehead. Killian's breath becoming irregular. He made a mayor effort to look wherever he could but there. A huge wave of feelings crashed against his body over and over again. Milah's face was all over his head, the way she used to cry when she realized she missed his son, her laugh, the day that beast had taken her away from him… He saw Emma's expression again and everything became more intense.
Breathing became more and more difficult. He felt trapped –he actually was- but in a different way, as if the darkness completely enveloped him. He was about to beg for everything to stop when he heard someone calling his name.
'Killian, Killian? Open your eyes please!' He felt the warm touch of her fingertips against his cold sweaty face. Yeah, he knew it was her; perfect Emma calling his name, begging him to wake up and he wanted to… He wanted to open his eyes and tell her how bloody gorgeous she was, and tell her he didn't know how she managed to make him feel the most wonderful and at the same time nauseating way he had ever felt.
''What happened?' He recognized the other voice as Snow White's.
'I… I don't know, one moment he was okay and the next… What if, what if it is his heart? Like with Graham?' Emma cried. He knew it wasn't his heart; it was Cora's magic though. He would recognise it anywhere, but how on earth could she be doing this? She wasn't in Storybrooke, no way. And if she was, why would she be doing this to him? They were supposed to be allies, nothing had changed. He still was the prisoner of Emma.
The darkness dissipated and he was able to open his eyes again. Emma's eyes were the first thing he saw. She was against him looking with attention, behind her more pair of eyes were all over him.
'Well well well, I didn't know this side of you Swan.' He said pretending nothing had happened, smiling at Emma's confusion. 'I guess you're giving me more than just a, what was it? Oh yeah, a sandwich after all, aren't you?'
'Shut up, you…' Emma stopped herself from cursing him, knowing Henry was there.
'What's that?' Henry pointed at a little red drop on the floor. 'He didn't bleed did he?'
'No.' Emma answered 'No he…' She couldn't finish talking after Hook complains of pain.
'My hand, 'He said 'it's my hand!' Emma looked at it, for a moment he considered the handcuff had hurt him; he did hang up from it for a couple of minutes after all. But after looking at it carefully she noticed some cuts on the back of his hand.
'Give me a napkin, please.' David offered her a bunch, she took one and cleaned the blood from his hand. She realised it weren't just cuts but two words: Be Cautious.
