Chapter 10:
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Their fight with the giant overwhelmed him with memories he'd forgotten, that he had allowed himself to forget. What a pair they had made together. The poppy dust, blown into the giants face knocked him out, and both entered his keep to find the compass, neither knowing where to look.
They speak briefly about things tensions rising as passions on both ends run high. The sudden realization that regardless of the time that now separated them and the years they had spent together on their never ending adventure, they didn't really known each other at all anymore.
But then, the feelings, gods the feelings denied, pushed back to the depths and allowed to scar over, were trying so very hard to push free. Trying so very hard to destroy carefully, if hastily, built walls and plans and revenge and everything that had lead to this moment. For all the changes within, this was still Swan, this was still Killian, this was still the sun and moon and stars and everything each dreamt of and still dreamed.
A large part of Killian, what was left of him inside of Hook wanted nothing more than to crush Swan to himself and crawl inside her skin and never live apart. Hook however had lived these past three hundred years without her, had sustained himself only on the thoughts of revenge and allowed nothing else to cloud this vision after what Rumplestilskin had done to him, to them. But Swan the whole reason for his vengeance for his need for revenge was walking with him once more returned from the dead.
There was a dark part of him that wanted to kill her himself, for ruining her own saintly image in his mind, in his heart. He had wished for so long for her to be returned to him, still wished, but not as fervently anymore. But it wasn't his Swan that stood there, this was Emma, a bitter and broken woman, who did not trust him. A woman who wore his lovers face and body and who had not come to the Enchanted Forest for him she hadn't known he was here. Who had an agenda of her own. Looking at her unable to look away, unable to staunch the gut wrenching yearning that gripped the very edges of his soul for her. He was not sure anymore if their goals were aligned.
It left them nearly awkward with each other even as tensions rose unbidden and both reaching for the other against reason or will. It had never been about the past between them, the planned future, it had been about the moment, the rush felt when they were with each, be they pitted against or for each other.
Three hundred years separated Killian from Swan and without him, with Hook vengeful cruel and untrustworthy in his place, Emma, abandoned, hurt, and untrusting was left in Swan's. Neither could be as they were, because when Swan had saved them at cost to herself, Killian had not come after her, had abandoned her to what he believed was the end of her and had never gone looking because he hadn't known he could. Killian had believed the misleading information given to him by a man who wasn't supposed to be able to foul him, despite having every reason to lie to him.
It was Neal, it was her parents, it was every foster home she had ever had come to life. Always alone, never trust anyone but yourself. She had loved Killian, had foolishly given her heart away, knowing, having learnt this lesson time and again. What a fool she was. Not again, never again. Swan was dead, there was nothing to come after, not anymore.
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P.B. Well here's my attempt at angst. So what's going to happen next? Can the two overcome their issues? What exactly happened to Emma to lead to her white hairs? Will the girls get home? Review, find out.