A/N: Alright, here's new chapter for you guys whoop. I know this story has been slow moving but it will speed up soon I promise.

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Disclaimer - *Sighs* I do not own anything as much as I would like to own Colin O'Donoghue although that could be considered kidnapping which is probably not the best idea.


Chapter 8 - Despair

I don't need you

Those four words rang through Hook's mind as he swallowed mouthful after mouthful of rum. He had come to terms with Emma's feelings - or lack of - for him, however there had always been a small flicker of hope that had persisted valiantly, believing that one day, perhaps, Emma Swan would want him and could come to love him. This had now been extinguished, and in it's place was what felt like a void, tearing through him and resurfacing the darkness within Killian that he had been trying to contain for so long. But this time, things were different, there was no villainy involved, nobody had intentionally taken Emma away from him. Revenge could not pose as an anchor on this occasion. This just left a devastating sadness and the sudden roar of anger towards Emma that raged within him.

Why after all that he had done?

It was him whohad provided her with passage to Neverland.

He who journeyed with her to the accursed land that he had sworn never to return to, all to rescue Henry. He' that posed as a guide through the treacherous jungle, he that believed in her wholly and, with utter surety, knew what she was capable of, and all of her talents. Hook had tried so hard to be rid of his past self, he had changed, all for her. He had even agreed to give Emma and Neal space, to attempt at a real family. All of which had been in vain,

She probably thinks of me to be no more than an inconvenience, he thought, casting away the now empty flask to his side in frustration.

Hook then decided to move to his bed, and as he attempted to pry himself off the wooden floor, his head began to swim and the senses he so regularly relied on were too numb with alcohol. The cabin was dark, as when Hook had returned from the party he had not bothered with lighting the lanterns. This now proved to be an unwise decision, as when he stood his legs swayed and quickly gave way, leading the pirate to fall backwards and consequently his head slammed into the desk behind him, causing the world around Hook to fall into darkness.


Upon arriving home, Emma had been wracked with guilt. What she had said to Hook had been rash and unnecessary and of course she had not meant anything by it whatsoever. She tossed and turned within the thick covers of her bed, unable to derive any heat during this long cold night. Eventually she decided to do it. To apologise. Which, due to her constant stubbornness, was something she generally found to be quite difficult. She slipped out of her bedroom quietly, as to not wake her parents, grabbed a wooly jumper and some shoes before stepping out into the brisk night air. Soon enough she arrived at the docks, where the gentle creaking of the Jolly Roger provided her with an ounce of comfort as she journeyed down the jetty.

"Hook?" Emma called out hesitantly as she reached the ship, there was no reply.

"Hook? It's Emma!" She waited, but again, no answer. It was then she decided to climb aboard, with the notion that he was either asleep or had not yet returned. She stood on deck looking out at the town in front of her as it was overcome with the peacefulness of night.

She pulled her jumper closer to her body as the wind whistled through the deck, the cold was beginning to feel quite unpleasant and so Emma softly crept down through the vessel towards the Captain's quarters.

The door creaked as she slowly pushed it open, and Emma was greeted by the sight of empty rum bottles littering the floor along with old parchment and clothing.

Ok, that's a bit weird,

Emma thought. As this was not the immaculate cabin that she recalled from days ago. It was then she stepped inside fully and as she glanced over the room she noticed the limp, leather-clad body of Captain Hook lying still in the corner.

"Hook!? Oh my god! Hook!" Emma cried rushing towards him frantically. She knelt beside him and checked his pulse, which was thankfully still beating faintly.

"Hook?" She said, more softly this time, shaking his shoulder. Her arms strained as she attempted to lean him against the wall, and as she did so she noticed the dried blood on the back of his head and then realised that he must have been knocked unconscious.

Emma examined the wound thoroughly, luckily it was not too deep so he would probably not need any stitches. She decided he would rather wake up on his bed rather than his ransacked floor so, using all her strength, she lifted the pirate onto the large bed beside him,

Thank god he'd had the grace to fall next to it, Emma thought to herself, as a small grin made it's way onto her face.

After she had finally placed him onto the mattress she slid, slightly wearily, down to the floor and looked around at the mess around her. Sighing, she picked herself up and, as a way to repay him for her callousness, began tidying. She stacked the papers up and cleared away the rum. The clothes were hastily shoved into the wardrobe as Emma had never really been one to bother cleaning her room. This took all of about five minutes as, contrary to her original thought, the mess was not actually that extensive. Dusting herself off, Emma realised how late it really was and that she really should go home. But the thought of the freezing weather outside and the long walk back kept her in the cabin, as remaining on the ship was a much more desirable option at this point. Slowly she turned towards the pirate's bed, biting her lip, unsure of what to do.

Ah what the hell,

she thought.

And to that she climbed quickly next to the Captain, pulling the magenta covers over both of them, although they were probably not needed, as for the first time in a long while, Emma Swan was warm, and was soon fast asleep in Killian Jones' arms.

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