Emma kept on waking up. She actually missed the comfort of her bottle; the world was suddenly too big and lying out here in the open she wanted her confines of her bottle. At least that life made sense. This didn't. Why had her kiss with Killian made everything so much more complicated? She kissed him. Why did she do that? Well she was feeling pretty good, after all she had nearly died and he had saved her. She liked him. But she was a genie and he was her master, how messed up did that sound?
She knew nothing could become of them. He'd make his wish today and then she'd be back in her bottle and never see him again. She sat up and ran her hands through her hair. Her leg ached and her heart ached. Her green eyes scanned for him and she noticed he was sitting up against a tree a little way off watching the sun rise.
His blue eyes locked on to the burnt orange of the sun rising. A new day. He had seen so many sun rises in his lifetime, though none of them held as much prospect as today. Today he was conflicted because with the rise of dawn was the rise of hope that filled the cracks in his broken heart. The orange faded to yellow and he was reminded of the yellow smoke that had entered his life and changed it. It reminded him of the blonde hair of the woman who had almost died and he had kissed yesterday. When he saw her heart in that figure's hand he felt like his life had become full circle. He hadn't been able to save Milah but he had been able to save Emma. Today he had a decision.
Hook turned his head expecting to the see the sleeping blonde but instead he saw her sitting up her eyes had been watching him. He raised an eyebrow at her and a playful smirk aimed her way. She rolled her eyes. He patted the grass next to him. She got up slowly and made her way over to him and sat cross-legged on the green grass. "Are we going to talk about our dalliance last night Swan?"
"Dalliance? Seriously Hook? It was nothing. Just a kiss," she said as she twisted the shackled on her wrist. They were more like jewelled cuffs but she saw them as shackles. He noticed what she was doing and put his hand over hers. She quickly pulled back from his touch. "We should wake up your crew and then head to Rumplestiltskin's castle,"
"Or dearie, you could just turn around," both their head's spun around and they saw the scaley man. His eyes like a beast his hands upturned flamboyantly, "It's been a long time Hook," he giggled. Hook was up on his feet instantly and stood in front of Emma protectively. He hadn't thought about it. He had just done it instinctively. "Aye crocodile it has," sneered Hook as he unsheathed his sword and pointed it towards Rumplestitskin.
"How's Milah? Oh wait, never mind," Rumplestitlskin goaded Killian. Emma saw his jaw clench.
"How's your son, oh wait…never mind,"
"What do you know about my son!" Rumplestiltskin roared his eyes suddenly ablaze with anger his hand out before him his fingers curved. Killian dropped his sword and was lifted slightly in the air, he was gasping for breath. Emma could do nothing but stare. She felt helpless, she wanted to save him from his pain. "I know that you abandoned him. You'll always be a coward crocodile" he said through gritted teeth. Rumplestiltskin dropped his hand and Killian dropped to the floor.
"Where is he?"
"I don't know. Not anymore. But he deserves to get as far away from you as possible,"
"I see you've moved on from Milah," he said directing his attention to Emma. Her eyes widened at the mention, "A genie. Seems the only way you can keep a woman is by having her imprisoned like you did Milah,"
"She chose to come with me."
"Are we talking about Milah or the Genie?" he posed with a flourish towards Emma. "Guess you didn't really love her after all. Milah was just a fling to you."
"She means everything to me,"
"Ah yes, which brings us here doesn't it pirate? Do you really think you can kill me?"
"I don't care about your dagger, or your death. I only want you to suffer,"
"You can't harm me pirate,"
"Yes I can," smirked Killian. "I wish you to suffer the way that I have suffered for the rest of your life."
Emma blinked. The deed was done. His wishes three were all granted. Her green eyes opened to see Rumplestitskin yell out in pain, his left hand fallen on the floor. His eyes watering. Emma knew what was happening as the imp lay hunched over on the floor he was living out Killian's life and experiencing what he had felt. Once the moment was over though he looked exactly the same except for the absence of his hand. "He's already suffered the same as you," whispered Emma answered the unvoiced question on Killian's lips. "He has been abandoned by his family, he has lost his family, he lives every day with a broken heart. Different circumstances, but same suffering." Killian turned to Emma and stared deep into her green eyes, as he watched her disappear into a cloud of yellow smoke he realised he had made the wrong decision. He had been selfish and had only cared about himself. He had forgotten that he could care for someone else. He had chosen revenge over hope. And the glimmer of hope that Emma had felt had disappeared as well, Hook's words from long ago "I wouldn't want to waste my precious three on you" encircling her mind as she disappeared back into her bottle. Of course he wouldn't have used his last wish on her.
