PROMPT: A short but amazing one-shot of how Hook fell in love with Emma. From where it started till the very end where he's lying in a cell with her, his head in her lap, telling her just exactly why he fell in love with her in the first place. He's dying from something Cora did. AND SO! he just tells the story of how he fell in love, and end it with a wonderful HOPE that leaves everything up to the imagination of the reader !

Based in Storybrooke


Everyone had survived. Mulan and Aurora had joined Mary-Margeret and Emma in Storybrooke until the curse, even though broken, had sent the rest of the kingdom back to their native land. However, an unplanned passenger had attached himself onto a lovely golden tresses heroine so he would not be left alone in the desiccated land.

"Hook!" the golden hair woman snaps, "Don't touch that!" Emma rages up to him seizing her mobile phone. "Emma, love," Killian seductively smirks, "what is this magical contraption that I touch and it changes?"

"It's called a cellphone" Emma checks it to see if any damage had been done.

"Pet, what is its purpose?" He watches, as Emma as she fiddles with the mysterious magical device, "Is it expensive?" He questions. Emma glimpses up at him, "Yes. It is expensive." She says as Hook begins to walk around, touching and turning random knobs, "It is a communication device. It lets you talk to those who are far away."

"Ah! It is like the mirrors!" Killian relates with an excited tone in his voice, "Those who had magical abilities, love, could communicate with other through enchanted mirrors." Emma stares at him for a moment, one eyebrow lifted, "Yeah…" she says unconcernedly, "kind of like that…hold on—how did you get into my flat?"

As Killian reaches the stovetop, "The door…", he says as he turns one of the knobs causing the machine to 'click'. Out of shock, he jumped, "Emma, love!" He shouts, "What kind of magical item is this?" Emma, bounces in surprise, "No! Killi—Hook!" Emma thumps her phone down onto the counter and rushes around to turn off the gas power stovetop, "It is an oven!" She shouts and turns off the burner, "It cooks food!"

Killian stares at the oven for a minute, pondering, "Then…where does the firewood go, love?"

Emma could not help herself; she had busted out giggling at his inquisition. Feigning offense, "You think that is humorous, love?" Killian growls, playfully. "No!" Emma chokes out a snicker, "I don't!" She cover up her mouth to smother the laughs. Killian glares down at the golden hair beauty and places his hand onto her hip, striding intimate to her small creamy colored form. "No Killian—I mean Hook!"

This slip did not go unnoted by Captain Killian Jones, who had taken the instant to push his body against hers. Emma gaps as the back of her body is pressed against the cold counter and blush spreads like scorching wild fire across her face in the closeness of the handsome man who is pressing against her. "Killian now, love? Mmm" He murmurs approvingly as he brings his face close to hers and chuckles softly, "I don't like being joked about, love" he whispers darkly.

"I-I-I…Hook…" Emma stutters out as Killian graze his nose against hers, his eyes glistening with amusement: Eskimo kisses. "Killian…" he interrupts her with a throaty hum, "call me Killian." His after the storm grey eyes bore deeply into her grey-blues. Emma licks her dry lips, agreeing slowly, her eyes never leaving his, "Killian…" she whispers back.

Smirking, "That's better, love" Killian says as he presses his pelvis into her. The soft-hot air of his breathing brush across Emma's face; Emma tips her head up, encouraging Killian. With no uncertainty, Killian greedily takes her encouragement and kisses her with a glowing, burning amorousness. Emma's fingers swiftly glide from their position at the edge of the counter to his thick dark coffee-colored hair, pulling gently as if to encourage Killian further.

Pleasingly shock as Emma bites down on his lip, tugging lightly before coming back to intensifying the kiss. Aroused by how receptive his love is being, out of craving, he picks up Emma onto the sleek cool counter.

A intense spasm rushes through Killian's body. He moans in pain and downfalls slowly onto the floor. "Killian!" Emma yells as she slides off the counter as he falls onto the floor, "Killian, what's wrong?" She places his head onto her lap as she mildly rakes her fingers onto his scalp. He guffaws easily, "Nothing, love."

"Oh," Emma huffs, "Don't you dare tell a lie to me." She glares half heartily at the man who she can't admit she loves. Killian squirms with anguish as the pain throbs through his body that emits from his abdominal. Emma sniffles softly as she glides his hand away to pick up his shirt to see what is tormenting him. "What happened, Killian" She asks as she stares at the puss-filed wound that stretchs across his stomach and up to his chest, black markings gradually moving farther up. "Love, if you wanted me to disrobe, all you had to do was request." Killian attempts to banter to decrease the heavy air that replaced the passion.

"Stop it…" Emma weeps softly as she stares at the wound, "What happened." Killian exhales, his face going hard, "Before I leaped into the portal after you, Cora had gotten to me first." He glances at Emma, "She stabbed me with a blade she had concealed, blasted lass." Emma tries to stop the teardrops from falling, "The dagger…it was poisoned." He shrugs.

"Why…" Emma hiccups, "Why didn't you tell anyone?" Her tears falling down her face, trickling onto Killian's face. "Oh, love." He sighs and wipes her tears, "It's poison. Nothing can save me."

"Oh you damn fool." Emma groans as she rises to go aid Killian up and off the floor, "You need to walk, I can't carry your weight all on my own. "Love, just lay back down." Killian begs. Emma, reluctantly does what he says, "Ah, that is a good lass." He mumbles and lays his head back into her lap.

"The moment you bested me, I knew you were meant for me." He chuckle as he starts to recall the memories they had shared, "You are so bloody brilliant, love. You saw right through me. No woman had ever bested me, not even Milah." He gaze up at her, smirking weakly. "Maybe" Emma whispers softly, "You just hadn't met the right woman yet."

He chuckles, "I met the right woman that day, love." He reaches up to touch her hair, "You were that woman, Emma, love."

"I can't be…" She stare at him astonished and frightened. "You are that woman. Love, the way you cared for that hideous bugger of a giant, you are my better half. I would have slaughtered the beast." Emma sniffed, "He wasn't a beast." She touches his face.

"And your love—your love for Henry. It had to be the strongest love I had seen since the curse had torn through the lands." He chuckles, "I had only hoped to become apart of that love."

Tears fall fast down Emma's face. "Let me go get help, please." Emma begs as she touches his pale, cold face that had once been healthy and tanned.

"I want to finish, love." Killian smiles softly and weakly as he touches her hand, "I know that you don't believe in true love. I know you have been hurt and that you are scared. You are such a strong lass." He smiles wider, "I wanted to show you that I will always be there that you would never have to be alone. I—" He sighs heavily, "Bloody hell, I never thought I would want this…" Killian looks at her intensely, "I want to be a father figure for Henry."

Emma stared at him, shocked as ever, never expecting a confession like this from a pirate captain. "I know" He coughs, "I am not precisely a good influence, but I wanted to be there for him…and for you."

"Oh…Killian," Emma wails, "I am so sorry." She hiccups as she rocks him back and forth, "I didn—"

"Love, don't say it." Killian begins to cough harder and longer, "I know how you feel. You are an open book. I don't need you to say it to know how you feel."

"Killian…I can't…" She places her head onto his forehead, "I can't lose you."

He does not answer her. "Killian, please." She cries, "Please." She sniffs as she starts down at the man she loves, "I love you, you can't leave, not yet." Her body racks with her sobbing. Gently, she places her quivering hand onto the pulse point on his neck. The pulse is too slow. He is going to die soon.

"No!" Emma screams as she moves to grab her cell phone. Quickly, she dials the emergency number for the hospital, screaming hysterically of whom she was and that the medics had to be at her flat, NOW.

Emma follows the trolley that pulls his love away towards the ER doors, she squeezes his hand, "WAIT." She yells to the nurses and doctors, who stop out of fear.

She bends over and leans down to whisper in his ear, "Come back to me…" She whispers. And to her shock, his hand squeezes her hand back.


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