A story taking place in 4.23. If Emma actually said I love you when she found hook alive upstairs after they got back to storybrooke. Please?
"What do you know? I'm a natural." Hook smirks, having just knocked the Evil David over and is circling the Evil Snow.
As he looks up he can see Swan's face, she looks so-
The breath is taken from him and he looks down, somehow this seems so surreal. A sword. Through him. Blood. And pain.
He looks up in time to see Emma. Her face is so filled with pain.
She must have really loved him.
But the moment ends when Snow charges towards her and her son.
"Go!" He yells, it hurts him in many ways but she must go.
They run off and Hook is left to die alone.
He tries to distract himself from the pain, he wants to have her face ingrained into his brain so that he may think of her eternally.
She was only with him for a brief time but it was spectacular.
He wants to hold on, to stay in this world, or go to her world.
He thinks of her trust in him and knows he must trust her back, she will defeat the Evil Queen and she will save him. They will be together.
It's funny, this morning he had woken and thought about throwing himself overboard because his life wasn't worth living and now he was dying at a time when he had a reason to live.
Who was he kidding?
Two reasons to live. That boy, whilst annoying, is brave and strong and Hook would be honoured to be his-
The blood has been pouring out of him at an alarming rate and now his body was convulsing, soon he would be dead.
He closed his eyes and held in his mind the way Emma had looked at him the first time they had met. She in his arms and in his mind he scooped her up, kissing her and then-
A strange warmth washes over him and he remembers.
Remembers everything.
Opening his eyes he suspects he is dead, which is confirmed when he sees he's home, there's no way he survived that.
Standing up he lifts his shirt. Not even a scratch.
Definitely dead.
Her parents lie on the floor near him, asleep.
The boy.
He darts upstairs and checks the bed, no Henry.
He's still alive.
Good.
"Hook, is he here?" He could hear her voice, the fear would have made him feel good if it wasn't making her feel bad.
No. She's dead too.
"Everybody woke up where they were..."
Wait.
Not dead?
He almost laughs aloud.
He's alive.
He is unsure what to say so he pauses but when he hears her wondering if he is dead he walks to the balcony.
"Sorry for the mess, was kind of in a rush." The relief in her eyes warms him and he remembers the way she reacted when she saw him - the sadness that clouded her eyes when she realised he didn't remember her and falling in love all over again.
She runs up the stairs and kisses him.
"I woke up moments before your parents and came up here to find the boy," she smiles and pushes him on to the bed.
They kiss for a moment or two but she sits up and rests her head on his.
"You know, when I thought you were dead I was scared," she looks down, "scared because of what I never said."
He kisses the top of her head, he knows where she is going. He knows that what she intends to say. He knows that it will be a huge deal for her. He knows she needs to say it in her own time.
"I never said-" she pauses, this is obviously difficult for her. The last two people she has loved have wound up dead, "I never said..."
Then she looks him straight in the eyes and says, "I love you, Killian. With all my heart and I want you to remember that."
His heart does a flip.
He thought she would shy away.
He thought she'd say something else.
He never thought...
He kisses her, pushing himself into her and showing his passion and love and his dedication to her and her family through his kiss and when he leans back she smiles and he cups her face with his hand.
"As you wish."