"Emma?"
The voice spoke thin and stressed. Emma was sure she was just imagining it, until the walls of her dreams began to fall and throbbing head ache and realisation of the recent events began to pull her back into consciousness. She forced her eyes open and a blurred outline of a person came into view.
It wasn't clear who it was yet but she was willing to bet it wasn't going to be a pleasant confrontation once she regained her senses. "Hook?" she mumbled numbly. She tried pushing up on her elbows but the sleeping pills had more of a kick then she thought. Her vision cleared some more and she reluctantly found herself staring up at Killian Jones. If she wasn't filled with white hot rage, she could have swore a flash of regret swept over his gaze, not that she cared.
"Yes, love, it's me!" Killian shot out impatiently "Now, if you value your life. Then you will swallow your pride, get up and get moving quickly." He moved quickly on his feet and picked up the limp sheriff from the ground.
Emma begrudgingly allowed Killian to help her up, even though everything else told her to push him off and grab her gun, her gun, which was probably far away by now. "Okay, you complete son of a bitch," Emma snapped, regaining her some of her usual strength. "Where am I? And why are so impatient, you've got me don't you. So whatever you're going to do to Rumplestiltskin, just go ahead and do it. I mean, it's not like-"
"Emma, shut up." Killian snapped, landing her onto a nearby sofa. "You're on my ship, I thought it was safe but I was wrong." He took another look around to be on the safe side, before sitting next to Emma on the sofa. "You were drugged, Sleeping pills? I think that's what they were called anyway. When I found you I gave you an antidote that I use for poisons, I didn't think it would work, but it took away the…edge of whatever happened."
"When you found me?" Emma repeated confused "Listen here, I have no idea what you're talking about and I don't have the energy to string together a conversation. So please, explain what the hell happened."
Killian clenched his jaw, frustrated by Emma Swan and her insolence. "Emma. We don't have time for baby steps." A sharp glare from Emma made him sigh, they were in danger and it wasn't Emma's wellbeing he cared for it was his own, but he needed her for his revenge. "Fine." He snapped impatiently.
*10 hours prior*
The round ticky object of the wall ticked away. It was handy for telling the time but it certainly did make an irritating noise. 6.30am and not slept yet…tick…tock…tick…tock…
"Hook? How nice to see you again." The new voice appeared pleased, almost happy to the untrained senses but Killian knew otherwise, Cora's only happy tone was one of mischief and danger.
"Cora, what do I owe the pleasure?" Killian huffed, refusing to look at her when looking so defeated.
Cora approached the bars of his small cell smirking "I want to offer you a way out." She mused.
"I'm listening." Killian smirked, meeting her at the bars.
"I'll let you out if you lock me in."
"Why? What are you going to do?" He asked shortly, not even bothering to question her motives. He was beginning to just go along with her ridiculous ideas, so long as he has time and power for his revenge.
Cora waved her hand and a puff of dangerously purple smoke, entwined with patches of black enveloped the lock. Killian stepped back quick enough for the door to swing open.
Stepping out, he took a look at the still dark station. Emma would be in in only a few hours. He spun back round to see Cora stepping into the cell and closing the door firmly behind her, restoring the lock.
"Leave now, Hook, dear." Cora nudged "you might not get the chance again."
Killian scoffed and turned his back to the sorceress in a cage, exactly where she should be, he thought. "Well, goodbye and good luck on your future endeavours."
*present*
"And that's it?" Emma bit out, feeling unbelievably more annoyed then before. The story made less since now, since Cora wasn't even at the station once she was there and she certainly didn't have a rival with Killian so why was he running for his life?
Killian stood up again, and pulled Emma to her feet along with him. "No, regrettably not, Swan. Can you walk?" he asked quickly, breaking the topic for a short moment.
"Yes!" Emma snapped, pulling herself harshly away from him but was reward by landing on the floor in a heap. "Why do I feel like I've been throw against rocks a million times. They were only sleeping pills."
"I don't know, maybe Cora did something else." Killian dragged her from the ground again and rested her against his shoulder while he reached for his sword. He attached the sword to the loop in his belt and carelessly lifted Emma over his shoulder before she could get the chance to get out of it. To his surprise she only struggled a small bit to get out of his hold, the rest of the argument was her complaining that he can't take a 'goddamn' sword out into Storybrooke, Which was unfair really, considering she got to use and carry a gun around regularly.
"Okay, so then what happened?" Emma prodded, feeling the cold hit her as they made it to the top of the ship.
"I returned to the station a few hours later to find out Cora's intentions." He said, voice low and dangerous "But instead I found myself, looking at me, looking at an unconscious you."
"That's not confusing at all." She mumbled. Emma scoffed and sarcastically bit out "Didn't know you cared."
"No offence but I don't care. The reason she is hunting me as well as you is because is because I tried to kill her."
"What! Why?" Emma asked surprised.
"Turns out, she doesn't want Rumplestiltskin dead, and is protecting him and warning him of my every move and intention." Killian sighed irritated.
"Ah, now it all makes sense." Emma laughed darkly, No wonder her own daughter hated her. "So, It all makes sense except for…why you saved me?"
"I promised I wouldn't kill you." Killian said simply "I stay true to my word." He smirked again, losing the care he almost gave. "Plus I knew it would really get on Cora's nerves if I saved you."
"Where are we going, also I think I can walk now so put me the hell down." Emma huffed, trying to land safely on the ground.
"Not taking the chance, love. Plus you're my prisoner now and I'm not letting you go." Killian answered, holding her in place "I was hoping you would know somewhere?"
Emma took a minute to think about it "My place?" she mused.
"Well, Emma love, If you wanted me at-"
"Stop it, Hook. Cora has probably already checked there and she won't think we'll go there again."
"True. Well, your place it is then, love." Killian smirked.
Emma took the advantage to try get down but Killian just kept her up. "Fine. But first things first, Let me down and no funny business back at my place."
Killian set her down in front of him and wrapped his arms around her shoulders to keep her standing. He put his face inches from hers and whispered "You're no fun."
Emma pushed him back but he failed to let go.
"If you walk, we will get caught. Just let me carry you."
"Fine" Emma sighed "But not over your shoulder, that's just uncomfortable."
"What would you prefer, darling?" Killian urged impatiently.
She took a minute to think about it, even with Killian's consistent edgy attitude. "You can carry me on your back."
"This is really rather uncomfortable, love." Killian continued complaining as they, well he, walked along the dark road, carrying Emma on his back, sticking to the shadows in fear of being caught by Cora.
Emma loved the momentary control she had over Killian. He had to carry her home otherwise they would be caught, and she seemed to have a part in his revenge. Not that she was going to help in any way to kill Rumplestiltskin, but it was good to have him somewhere she could keep a watchful eye on him. "Well tuff, We need to hide and we can't do that if I can't go anywhere. How long will this, whatever Cora did to me, wear off." Emma huffed
"No idea, It's magic isn't it." He replied simply. "How long left to your place, Swan?"
"Not long, there actually." Emma stated, pointing to Mary Margaret's previous flat. Since Emma had grown to slightly enjoy Mary Margaret's place, her and David decided it would be best if they moved into a new home together, giving Emma and Henry the house.
Emma hoped off Killian's back and made an effort to start a small jog to the building with Killian following. She fumbled with the keys but finally hammered them into the lock and pushed on into the house. "Thank god I'm home." She said in a quiet sigh.
"Where's that lad of yours?" Killian asked, closing the door wearily behind him.
Emma landed roughly onto the sofa, never feeling more comfortable in her life "Staying with Snow and David, I wonder if they've noticed I've been missing?" Emma mused. "Anyway, I'll show you where you will be staying." Emma led Killian to Mary Margaret's old room. Having his back to her, Emma took the opportunity to click the handcuffs around his wrist and the other end attached to the bed frame.
Instead of a witty retort, Killian found himself drained. Today was not going as planned and he was becoming more and more frustrated. "No! NO! Not this again. What do you think I am possibly going to do?"
Emma rolled her eyes and scoffed "Your Captain Hook, who knows." Emma turned to leave and go to bed, but before she could get away Killian reached around her waist and pulled her back around to face him.
"So you're just going to walk away, like last time?" Killian pouted, trying to reach the guilt he'd seen before she left him the first time.
"Oh, please," Emma groaned "I'm sorry for what happened last time, OK. But seriously, this isn't the same situation, so you can't make me feel guilty for it. I will be in that room, up there. OK?"
Killian dropped her wrist and it fell carelessly by her side. "Goodnight, darling." He said shortly before smirking.
"Yep, see you tomorrow. Perhaps we can watch a movie." Emma stated, walking toward her room upstairs, she yelled back with a sharp smirk on her face "I hear Peter Pan is really a good one."
A/N: I hope you're still enjoying the story. I'm so sorry for the long gaps between chapters. I have been so busy. And most of my spare time is spent on Tumblr, which, If you have Tumblr you know how extremely addictive it is(: Anyway, I hope to update more regularly. Sorry for the short chapter and let me know how I can improve the story. Reviews much appreciated but not compulsory(: