Buried Truths
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"Hook!" She shook his shoulder. "Please wake up." She yelled at him in desperation. She hadn't been as scared for him as when she thought he'd been crushed up on the beanstalk.
He suddenly groaned and his blue eyes opened. "Swan?' He asked groggily. "Why are you yelling?"
She breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank God!"
He sat up suddenly coming nose to nose with her. "What's wrong? Why are you weeping?" His hand tentatively came up to the side of her face; his thumb stroking away the tears that had escaped.
He was too close; she couldn't think when he was so near. "Oh." Emma tried frantically to think of an excuse. "I'm fine – you just…"
He looked puzzled. "What? What could I have possibly done?" Hook desperately tried to think of his last memory of her before he fell asleep.
"You wouldn't wake up."
His eyes widened and he was speechless for a few moments then he grinned. "You were concerned about my wellbeing?"
"You have a concussion, I'd be concerned about anyone."
He sat there and stared at her with a soft smile forming on his face. "You were in tears." He reminded her. "I can't stand seeing a lass in tears."
She sniffed. "Even if you caused them?" She threw back at him.
He bit his lower lip. "Emma, I don't like seeing you in distress and I'm sorry I caused it but I am rather exhausted, it wasn't intended to be on purpose."
She nodded. "I realize that. My reaction didn't mean anything I just felt guilty for hurting you."
He brought his hand up to rub his forehead and winced. She jumped up, "I bought Tylenol, you'll feel better soon."
He released a long breath, he hated feeling needy but at that moment he would have done anything to get rid of the sharp pain in his head so he could fully enjoy Swan's companionship.
She came close again with pills in her hand and a glass of water. He brought his hand down from his forehead to take the pills and pop them in his mouth then took a few gulps of the water.
"Drink a little more." Emma encouraged him. "Wait, have some of my coffee – it will make the medication work faster."
She had grabbed herself a latte at Grannies but if it helped Hook feel better she was willing to part with her precious beverage.
He took a few gulps, then frowned, and then took a few more. "It's not rum, it's not tea but it's drinkable."
"I'm glad you think so." She responded a little sharply.
His eyes met hers. "Did you buy this for yourself?"
She shrugged and gave him a little smile. "It doesn't matter, I hope it helps you."
He looked at her intensely making her uncomfortable again. "You can drink my rum if you like?" He offered generously.
"Maybe later." She figured she might need it if she continued being in such close proximity to him. "You should lie down but this time I suggest you get under the covers. The temperature is dropping outside."
"Are you going to read me a bedtime story?" He teased.
She rolled her eyes. "Just lie down, I'll pull the covers over you."
He grinned and followed her direction. She pulled the warm comforter over him as he gingerly lay down with his hooked arm supporting his ribs. He had gone pale again.
He lifted his hand towards her. "Guilt not withstanding, I am grateful that you are here."
She paused, startled for a moment, flashing back to the beanstalk but then took his hand. She smiled at him softly, worry on her face.
He smirked. "Not tying me up this time?"
She tilted her head at him. "Not unless you give me a reason to." Then she squeezed his hand. "Try and get some sleep, you know doctors orders I'm going to have to wake you again in 15 minutes."
"You might want to try a kiss next time, Emma." He whispered seductively.
She found herself blushing remembering the last time she kissed him. But then a shadow of worry crossed her face remembering why she had.
The smile suddenly dropped from his face as he to remembered the last kiss. It resulted in him losing his only chance to kill the crocodile without his magic.
"Just get better okay?" She said to him her tone soft.
"With you here holding my hand, I'll be sure to awaken much quicker." He winked at her.
She smiled; he just never stopped with the flirting. His eyes started to shut and she looked at him with worry again. Not that she would ever tell him, but when he hadn't awoken right away she realized that somehow he had become more important to her than she had ever intended him to be. Her feelings for him that she tried desperately to suppress, squash, ignore were forever lingering. Still holding his warm hand, she watched him sleep. His head had tilted slightly to side making him look innocent. She knew he was anything but - yet there was something about him that wouldn't let go of her no matter how many times she tied him up and left him.
She couldn't let him in; she couldn't allow herself to get hurt again. Seeing Neal stirred up all those feelings of betrayal and even as much as she ignored it a little bit of longing for what she thought they had shared when she was a teen. Henry came out of that – which she had termed as love but Neal obviously didn't. The only person who had come close to being let in was Graham. She closed her eyes tightly for a moment remembering him and how much it had hurt when he died. She had started to fall in love with him, hard. She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back the tears in her eyes as she looked at the sleeping pirate. Without ever intending to somehow she ended up with feelings for him, she couldn't handle the thought of him being dead. With her other hand she lightly grasped his other arm just above the hook. How hard it must have been for him to not only lose the woman he loved but also his hand. Her heart ached for a moment contemplating his emotional state just after it had all happened. His thirst for revenge must have been the only thing that kept him going all these years. She worried about what would happen if he ever fulfilled it or realized it wasn't going to happen? Either way she worried about the effect on him.
She shook her head. He wasn't her problem. She had enough of her own issues to worry about rather than obsessing over a stab happy pirate. Just then her watch beeped reminding her the 15 minutes were up. Wow, had she been lost in her thoughts for that long?
She called out to him softly "Hook."
Probably too softly she surmised. She squeezed his hand and stroked the side of his face. "Hey come on Hook, someone just stole your ship."
He awoke abruptly. "What! Who took my ship?" He was about to sit up but she put her hand on his chest to keep him down."
"Shhhh, you are on your ship. No-one stole her."
His eyes wandered over the room to assure himself. Then he grinned at her. "Swan? I was just having a sweet dream about a princess and a pirate in a bed together."
"Really? I must have hit you on the head harder than I thought apparently you are now also delusional."
He grinned mischievously and sat up almost nose-to-nose with her.
"Well lass I'm in my bed, you're in my bed, how again am I the delusional one?"
"Hook." She warned him.
He lifted an eyebrow. "I'm always a gentleman, remember. Besides you instigated our first kiss. Mayhap you have forgotten but it's still burned on to my lips." He had moved closer and whispered the words into her ear.
She quickly moved back. "Well apparently you are feeling much better."
Dark shadows under his eyes defied her words but she had to stay in control and being so close to him made that almost impossible. Her gaze landed briefly on his lips. She wanted to kiss him again; no-one ever had inspired such a passionate response in her. Those lips curved into a teasing smile.
She threw him an annoyed look; it was actually more for herself for letting him see how she felt. He had said she was an open book to him, heaven forbid he could read everything going through her mind.
"I'm going to fix you a plate of food, I picked some up at Granny's, chicken, mashed potatoes and some vegetables."
She turned her back on him so she could get a grip on her scattered nerves.
"Do you require any assistance?" Came his voice near her ear. Startled she dropped the empty bag the food had come in. She turned to see him bending to retrieve it, but when he stood back up - his eyes closed and he swayed. She quickly put the food down and grabbed his arm. "Hey, you shouldn't be out of bed."
His eyes opened looking annoyed. "Apparently not."
"You are staying in bed at least until morning and then I'll ask Dr. Whale to check you out again." Emma ordered.
Hook looked contrite as she led him back to the bed. As he sat back against the pillows the twinkle entered his eyes again. "If I disobey you, how do you intend to punish me?'
She smirked. "Well my dear Captain trust me it won't be in a way you like."
He grinned at her clearly amused. "Oooo feisty! I like that about you, Emma."
She glared at him but as soon as she turned back to the food a smile broke out on her face. With that charming lilting accent of his, he could be very endearing.
"What are you doing in bed? I thought you'd be on deck?" A woman's voice rang out.
Emma turned to see Tamara, Neal's fiancé coming down the stairs.
Hook looked startled. Emma stood with her mouth open.
