Hook and Emma + A Stupid Plan (Executed to Perfection)
"So what's the plan again?" She continues coiling rope around her arm and he sighs at her, exasperated. He kicks at her backpack idly, like a child, and huffs, crossing his arms over his chest and scratching at his ear.
"I've explained it three bloody times."
She snatches her backpack away from his foot with a glare and begins to stuff the rope in. "Well excuse me for wanting to be certain on the particulars."
He rolls his eyes and helps her pull on the knapsack, ever the gentleman, fingers lingering on the strap. He looks at her with wide eyes, speaking intentionally slow – the moron.
"I will cause a distraction, you will scale the wall. I'll be right behind you when they drag me in as prisoner." She nods, frowning when she thinks of him being restrained by the dark guards that linger around the asshole of a King they're trying to steal from. "I've no doubt they'll put me before the King and then that's when you – " He gestures wildly with his hand.
She stares at him blankly. "When I what?"
He drops his head back to stare at the heavens, long-suffering sigh wheezing out from between his lips. She restrains herself from kicking him.
"Are you or are you not an exceptionally powerful magical being?"
She blushes lightly as he tilts his head back down to regard her and a smile lifts the corner of his lips, eyes softening fractionally. His thumb lingers over the warmth in her skin and she leans into his touch.
"This is a stupid plan." She mutters.
He grins. "Aye. They always are."
-/-
She's changed her mind. It's a really stupid plan.
She's huddled behind some ridiculous statue - arm scratched to shit because Hook vastly overestimated her climbing skills – and Hook, well Hook is currently unconscious in the middle of the goddamned royal lobby.
Fucking stupid plan.
She doesn't know when she's supposed to intercede here, because Hook failed to mention that particular detail, but the guards are hauling his limp body around like a rag doll and the one on the left has been eyeing him with something a little too close to passionate longing for her liking. She certainly doesn't want him taken advantage of down in the dungeons. So she sighs and pushes herself out from behind the statue, the guards stilling comically as she casually strolls in.
"Oh, hey." She smiles and their hands go to their sword belts. She puts her hands palm out in supplication, and takes a step back. "Listen guys, I'm just here for the party."
The gruff guy on the left finally tears his eyes away from the pirate's leather clad ass and takes a strong step towards her. Why all the evil soldiers in the Enchanted Forest are insistent upon wearing gauche face masks is beyond her. How do they breathe? How do they communicate? Do they ever get hot? Does it leave a funny imprint on their skin when they take it off at night? Do they take it off at night?
"What party?" He mutters and Emma has to cant her head to understand him. Ridiculous, ridiculous face masks.
She's just about to scrounge up another snarky reply when Hook decides to make himself useful and kicks out, knocking the guard flat on his ass. She springs into motion, throwing her arm out and sending a blast of magic to the right, knocking the other guard unconscious.
She steps over the guard to help him up. He gives her an annoyed look as she runs her fingers through his hair, feeling the golf ball sized bump at the base of his skull.
"How long did it take you to think up that absolutely delightful retort, Swan?"
She clenches her fist against the sparks of magic that flare out of her with the rise of anger and he just grins.
-/-
"You are never coming up with the plan again!" She shouts as she falls backwards, the sword of the man in front of her crashing against her own. Hook catches her lightly and pushes her back with a strong hand between her shoulders. She uses the momentum to force the guard back, and knocks him out with a right hook to the jaw.
"You said that last time, love." Hook grumbles as he spins and twirls (fucking showboating, as usual), taking out another two guards. The book they came for is safely tucked away in her bag but their hosts are not so happy about it. "Do make up your mind."
She growls as she pushes her magic out around them, forming a temporary barrier between them and the mass of guards in the small room. Hook sighs, relieved for a moment, resting his hands on his knees. She raises both eyebrows down at him.
"Are you serious right now?"
The angry shouts of the guards come muffled through the barrier, their swords coming down hard on the shimmering screen. Hook gives her a look.
"Gods above, lass. I need a moment."
She nods, crossing her arms over her chest. "Please, take as long as you like."
"Callousness doesn't suit you, love." He sighs, standing back up and sheathing his sword. Her brows knit in confusion.
"What are you doing?"
He grabs her hand and stomps backwards, making his way to the small window at the back of the large hall. He pushes her up with hand and hook insistent upon her hip until she's on the very ledge, feet swinging outwards. She shakes her head with a hard swallow as she looks down at the very steep drop to the waters below.
"No." She says.
He squeezes in next to her and she can feel her magic wavering, the barrier becoming weaker with each stroke of the sword. Hook doesn't say anything, just tugs her into him, pressing his lips firmly against her forehead.
"Bombs away, darling."
He drops first and she swears to god, she is going to fucking murderhis ass. Never again. They were never going on a dual mission again.
She screams bloody murder as she drops, wind whipping through her hair – stomach coming up to reside somewhere in her throat. She's never been one for flying – or heights, for that matter – and this certainly does nothing to assuage those fears.
She comes up sputtering, swiping wildly at her eyes. When she can finally see again, he's bobbing merrily up and down in the water across from her. He gives her another wide grin as the shouts from the palace guards echo from way above them.
"You're lucky I enchanted this bag to be waterproof before we left." She scowls angrily at him. "If only the same could be said for my clothing."
He chuckles and she feels fingers dipping into the waistband of her pants, anchoring on her belt and tugging her towards him. "Relax, darling. Now you have an excuse to get out of them."
She rolls her eyes, fighting the smile pulling at the corner of her lips. They slowly begin to make their way to the rock quarries, content to fold themselves into one of the many caves for the night. He will be able to make them a fire, and the cliffs are far too steep for any of the soldiers to come upon them.
And no one was stupid enough to make that jump – outside of themselves, of course.
"I'm not sure who that serves, Killian."
The look he gives her can only be described as incredibly indecent, tongue sliding against his teeth and eyebrows waggling. She sighs and follows him through the water.
"Another stupid plan." She pokes him between his shoulder blades.
He chuckles, fingers tangling with hers beneath the water. "Aye, my love. Executed to perfection."