Chapter 04 - Someone that I Used to Know

"I don't think so." Olivia said, crunching her nose and shaking her head. "You, however, are going to sit down, shut up and listen very carefully to what I'm about to say, yes?"

Killian nodded, swallowing and waiting for her sleep deprived brain to start yelling at him.

He knew that since she was standing in front of him, he had to be on his best behavior, otherwise something could go wrong. And he didn't want her to be gone, and once she left him, he really didn't know what to do. The girl had been his moral compass for a while, when she was saved from him, he had strayed from the good-pirate act and had gone directly to the evil-pirate line of action. Of course, as soon he had reencountered Cora, it all had been extremely easy. She would really egg him on. 'What's left for you here?' She would say and he would shrug. 'They took two of your people' Cora would entice him.

"I don't know what happened to you but I need to know what in the hell were you thinking! Taking a girl's heart? Kidnapping a child?!" He was about to defend himself but nothing came out. "I thought you to be better than that. I knew you had that streak in you, you know. That little seed that only needed to be watered, for you to become a horrible person. But honestly I never thought it would grow so big, that it would make it okay to kidnap a child."

Olivia felt her heart racing, her breathing was started to become elaborate and her head was screaming with pain. She had been able to contain her anger for the good of the planning Henry's rescue. But now, she's was going to giving him a piece of her mind.

Killian watched the girl shout at him, and started to become worried. It may not be very healthy for her to be enumerating all his past wrongs. Her face was flustered and she had a hand on her forehead.

"I'm sorry." He mumbled, getting up from the bed and walking towards her, hand and stump held high in surrender. "When he took you…I needed something to do." He regretted this as soon as it left his mouth.

"What? I can tell you right now, five hundred thing you could have done without me in Neverland and none of them involve doing evil shit!" Killian looked down to his boots and leaned against the bed's end. "I'm even afraid to think what other crimes you committed. How many did you kill in Fairytale Land? How many families did you break, or was Rumplestiltskin's the only one?"

Olivia's saw Killian's face twist in anger. She had touched a nerve. The pirate knew what he had done to the human, before he was Rumplestiltskin, had not been a good deed, but at some point he had loved Milah. He had wanted her to be with him, and usually what he'd want() he'd get. It had literally cost him a hand but, in the end she had died and he had to move on, his head filled with thoughts of revenge towards the beast who had killed her.

"Don't go there love." He mumbled, his voice calm, but enraged.

"Don't go there, love? Are you kidding? There isn't a neutral zone right now Hook! You made your bed, now lay in it."

"Lay in it?" Killian laughed mockingly. "You know what? I don't even know why I'm taking this from you. You're just a little girl, who made her way to Neverland and then went off and never came back. Did you ever think of coming back? You're just like Emma. You left me behind." He took three steps towards the girl, standing right in front of her. "So, yes, I took a few lives, a few hearts, destroyed a few families." Olivia felt a slight pain in her chest, he noted the pain in her face but didn't stop. "And you know what, love? I don't think I minded. At least I had a purpose, I wasn't sitting around in my ship waiting for the fish to catch the bait. Being good, isn't exactly exciting. You taught me that. I was…bored…out of my mind when I was there, in Neverland, with you, pretending to be a good little pirate."

Olivia stopped listening long ago. The pain in her chest was tightening, her lungs were not working properly, no intake of air seemed to be enough. She was seeing black spots in front of her. She grabbed Hook's leather jacket and gasped for air, finally snapping him out of his raged rant. He looked down and saw a small trickle of blood running down her nose.

"No, no, no…" He grabbed her arms and sat with her on the floor. Hook held her as she gasped for air, stroking her hair. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it. I love fishing in my ship and sitting on my ass doing nothing at all." Olivia started to breath heavily, but steadily and Killian pushed her against him. "Killing is bad…Stealing not so much, but murdering other people is wrong. Please, I'm truly sorry."

Killian felt Olivia's arm go around his neck and hold him as he was holding her. He sighed letting out a small sound from the back of his throat. Olivia thought he sounded like a wounded animal, but somehow she was the one with a headache that could kill an army.

"You're better than that, Killian." Olivia mumbled on his shoulder and felt him shake his head.

"What if I'm not?" He mumbled as well, still caressing the tips of her brown hair. "What if being a murderer, kidnapper and deceiver is the best of me?"

"It's not. I've seen your best…this is not it." Olivia pushed herself so she could look into his blue eyes.

"Are you still upset with me?" Olivia shook her head and he cracked a small smile.

"I was never upset." She told him, placing a hand on his face. "I am disappointed."

The smile disappeared and he looked down between them. Somehow her disappointment felt worse than her anger. He could deal with anger. Anger only needed to burst out, be over with. But disappointment…Disappointment would take her a little more time to heal.

Once they both were recomposed from the small meltdown, Olivia started to make preparations to find the nautical charts, give them to Killian and go to sleep. As she grabbed her suitcase, she watched the pirate from the corner of her eyes.

He had taken off his jacket, all the while asking her if she was truly all right. Olivia dismissed the ordeal claiming she had those from time to time. Panic attacks, she called them. He seemed convinced after the third hundredth time she told him she was fine. Tired, but fine.

"What this?" He asked point to the tv.

"Television." She said and pushed a small notebook case, walking towards the bed with it.

"What does it do?" Hook asked once more, and Olivia grabbed the remote from one of the bedside tables. Clicking it on, she couldn't stop from laughing when the pirate jumped back as the thing came to life. He looked back at her pointing at the monitor.

"Come on, we got work to do." She patted the spot in the bed next to where she was sitting and he walked backwards to it, his eyes never leaving the television.

"Are the people in there alive?" He asked as he sat down on the bed, Olivia nodded and pushed the button so that her computer would be turned on. It beeped and Hook moved his gaze to the small machine in front of Olivia. "What's that?"

"A computer." Olivia tapped the keyboard and started to search the nautical charts they both needed to study.

At some point, they both leaned against the head of the queen sized bed as Olivia worked on the computer, Killian was entranced by the television. It was far more amusing than whatever Olivia was doing in her tiny typewriter.

When Olivia found the charts, she showed them to Hook and tried to convince them those charts were the same things as the dusty old maps he had on his cabin at Neverland.

"This is where we are." She pointed the arrow to where Storybrooke's harbor was located on the screen. "This is where we want to go."

"Can't we get them on paper?" He whined.

"We would have to print them out."

"Can't we print them out?" Hook pleaded.

"We told Emma we'd study these tonight. Want to face her wrath tomorrow?" Olivia asked looking at the pirate. Truth was, she was more than willing to do this tomorrow.

Killian look pensive for a while, but made his decision known when he grabbed the laptop and was about to throw it to the ground when Olivia grabbed it and gently placed it on the bedside table. He started to undress himself and Olivia rolled her eyes. Sleep it was. She grabbed her pajama and walked to the bathroom. He grabbed her arm halfway on unbuttoning his shirt.

"We do this like always, yes?" Olivia nodded, smiling a little.

Killian meant the sleeping arrangements. At some point during her stay on Neverland, one of the pirates on his crew, decided he would cope a feel of the girl and Killian hadn't exactly liked the idea. The pirate walked the plank, the girl started to share a bed with him. The crew started to rumor that there was more than sleeping involved, and neither of them denied it, but the truth was neither of them did nothing, but sleep. Olivia at the time hadn't really discovered that 'side' of her, and Hook wasn't going to do something she wasn't comfortable with.

Olivia walked into the small bathroom and heard the bed creak, but the television didn't get turn off. She showered and dressed in her blue pajamas, trying not to fall asleep under the spray of the water. She walked back into the bedroom and saw a half-naked Killian with a funny expression on his face. She looked towards the tv and the infomercials were on. She grabbed her cellphone and programmed their waking hour for tomorrow.

"I thought this world had no monsters and such…" He said as she sat on the bed.

"We don't, at least not like the ones in Neverland." Olivia said laying down on the bed and snuggling into the sheets. Her mind was half asleep before her head hit the pillow.

"Then why do you need knifes that can cut through brick?" He asked, fascinated with that concept. Olivia propped herself on her elbow and grabbed the tv remote, turning the television off.

"It's sleep time now." She laid once again on the bed and turned her back to him.

Olivia felt him move behind her. Two seconds after, she felt the heaviness of his arm on her waist. His left, handless arm. She moved her hand so as to touch the stub, and noted that he had taken the hook mechanism off. Right now, she couldn't admit that she would like take revenge upon someone who could easily cut someone else's body part. That would make her a hypocrite. But every time she saw the scar that was left from when his men seared the wound, all she wanted was to knock Rumplestiltskin out.

The girl felt his forehead touch the back of her own head. Their usual sleeping arrangements were never this touchy feel-y, but in all honesty, she wasn't going to complain. She trusted him enough to know that as soon as she said, go away he would turn his back to her and leave her be. And she missed him. At some point during the years that passed when she left Neverland, she finally admitted to herself that she had had a crush on the pirate.

When she saw him again, this afternoon, she felt a small portion of that teenager crush pull() at her. But when she heard what he had done, it felt like something had ripped half of her expectations. She still cared for him, but that bubbly, pink idea that the big bad pirate would come to her and transform into a knight in the shining armor dissipated. Now she saw for what he really was. Not a pompous, prideful, fearless pirate, who could reign over the seven seas. No, now he was just like one of the lost boys. Left behind to fend for themselves in a land he didn't know.