So, it has been a while. And on this night before Christmas I will try and pump out as much as I can. I am sorry of the delay, I've been away with friends.

Thank you for the reviews. Happy reading.

Warning: Mention of Rape. I'm sorry if I offend.

Ninth day of Christmas

On the ninth day of Christmas my Swan girl gave to me: nine sharks a swimming.

Emma woke up in the middle of the night to find the bed she had been sharing with Killian, empty of her lover. She got out of bed, wrapping the sheet securely around her and ventured into the main area of her apartment. "Killian?" She called softly looking around the dimly lit room. She got no response, frowning she returned to her room. Dropping the sheet, she dressed, planning on going out and finding her missing Captain. Before she left the apartment, she checked on Henry, who was sleeping peacefully.

She checked the pub, Granny's, her office, and finally the marina. She stared out into the open water, searching for the Jolly Roger. Arms spun her around, causing her to whip out her gun. The muzzle was pointed at Killian's chest.

"Lass? What are you doing out so late?" Killian pushed the gun away from him with his hook. Staring concernedly at her.

Emma was shaking. "You weren't there when I woke up. I was concerned, so I came looking for you." She holstered her weapon, breathing a sigh of relief when it was safely back in its hostler. She crossed her arms. "Where did you go?"

He brushed a strain of her hair away from her shoulder. "Just checking up on some things. Nothing to worry about, love."

She narrowed her eyes at him. Something was off, she just couldn't figure out what. "What couldn't wait till the morning?" She moved towards him, reaching out. The moment she touched him, she felt him stiffen. She dropped her hands, as if burned. "Killian?"

He lifted his shouldered. "Something just came up, that is all. Let's go home, lass. All will be right when we are tucked back in bed."

There it was, he wasn't calling her by her name. She watched him walked away, before he noticed she wasn't right behind him. He turned back, walking with a purpose to her. "Lass, it is cold. We should really get you home."

"No." She snarled. "Not until you tell me what is wrong."

"Nothing is wrong." He was seething. She was being so stubborn. All he wanted to do was go home and get the blood of the bastard off of him, before going back to bed with his woman. "Trust me."

She sighed, rubbing her temple. "It just feels off." The fight seeping out of her. It was late, she was tried, and she had had a nightmare. "I..." She looked up at him, then held her hand out. "Carry me home?" She asked in a small, child-like voice.

Whatever anger he had, disappeared at her voice. She was so vulnerable at that moment. "Alright, Emma." He walked over to her, and scooped her up bridal style. She fell asleep as he walked them home. Taking in his warmth, she curled her hand in his shirt, keeping a hold of him.

Killian placed her in bed, giving a soft chuckle at the fact she wouldn't let go. "Emma, let go. I have to get out of my clothes." She gave gently murmured, but she released him, turning on her side. He went to the bathroom, stripped and took a quick shower. When he came back Emma was still fast asleep. He stripped her of her clothes and climbed into bed behind her. He drew her close, wrapping his arms around her. "Oh, Emma. I would kill me if you knew what I was up to. That baster is still alive, but he won't be for long." He pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I will take you to see him. You deserve to choose the way he will die."

It amused Killian the next morning, when Henry first swore in front of his mother. It caused another argument between them. Though this one didn't hold the danger of last nights. It made him happy, that she was taking his thoughts of how to raise Henry seriously enough to argue her point against his. The largest fight they had that day, was just after he took her to the Jolly Roger.

"Killian, I don't have time today. I do have things to do, rather than scare the other people on the ocean today."

Killian laughed. "So you don't want to see the Jolly Roger?" He smiled. "The crew has promised to behave."

Emma lit up. She had wanted to see his ship, since she had come back. She had study every detail she could have from Henry's book. "Alright, fine, but a quick visit."

So he took her up to his ship. "Men, Princess Swan is now on deck."

The crew stopped what they were doing and bowed to Emma, who was blushing and kicked Killian in the shin. "I'm not a princess."

He gave her a lopsided smile. "Very well, Princess."

Mr. Smee came up, nervously. "Captain, your orders?"

Killian looked down at Smee. "Bring out the prisoner." His voice was low and lethal. Emma shivered at his voice. She stepped closer to him, brushing her hand against his. He caught it in his, and brought her hand to his lips. "Don't fret, love. I just want your thoughts on something."

Mullins and Jukes dragged out Neal. His body was bloody and torn. He looked like he hadn't eaten since she had last seen him. Neal started struggling when he saw Killian, as if knowing whatever he said would only mean harm to him.

Emma gasped. "What happened to him."

Killian smirked. "Nothing too bad, just some normal injuries working on a ship. Isn't that right boys?"

The men started to laugh. Emma step towards Neal, her hand pressed firmly to her lips. "Neal?"

Neal's eyes landed on her. "Em..." His voice was broken and raw. Jukes brought his knee in contact with his stomach. Neal groaned.

Her eyes flashed. "Drop him." Her voice was icy. She whirled around to face Killian. "Let him go."

"No." His voice was commanding. His stance defiant. "I will carry this through. I just wanted your thoughts of how he might die." He looked at his nails, as if he didn't really care. "I was thinking of just ripping his heart out and feeding it to the sharks." He looked up at her. "But I do want your input on it, since this is for you."

Emma stormed up to him, and jabbed him in the chest with her finger. "What makes you think I would want that." Her voice was low. Even now she understood that he was Captain, and though she was someone that was special to him, in front of his crew he could be nothing less then Captain Hook. "Take me where I can scream at you for the foolishness of the idea."

He gripped her forearm and dragged her into the belly of his ship. Once they were in his cabin, he slammed the door and locked it. "Speak your piece lass."

She snarled. "Don't you lass me, Hook. What make you think I would want him dead. Out of town, yes. But never dead. The moment he came into this town, he came under my protection. Just like Mr. Gold, just like everyone else in the fucking town. If you do this I will arrest you and never let you out."

Killian drew to his full height, towering over her. "Don't threaten me, Swan. I will not let this go. He and Gold can both rot at the bottom of the ocean for all I care. I thought you would be happy because he is suffering the way he made you suffer all this time."

Emma slapped him, tears coming down her face. "How dare you."

He backhanded her, watching her head snap to the side. The shock was evident on her face. She was frozen, as he pushed her against his desk. Holding her hand above her head in his hand, he cut through her cloths with his hook. "I dare." He growled into her ear. "I dare because you are mine." He bit her ear painfully. "I will kill him. Just as I will fuck you. Just as I will pull you back every time." Her pants took a bit longer for him to tear them off of her. "I will respect your authority on land, but here on my ship. I am law."

Emma went home wrapped in a sheet. She was furious and satisfied. She knew she could never ask what happened to Neal. She had to first get him on land, but right now she had to get her point across to Killian. She locked and barricaded her door that night, before Killian got back. She had sent Henry off to Regina's for Christmas time with her. So it was just her and him. Emma laid down, holding tight to her pillow, trying to forget the sex they had. Tears spilled onto her pillow, she was no longer sure of herself. She knew it wasn't good to have anger sex, but it was more forceful then she ever wanted. It felt different, he felt different, cut off, like another person.

Emma didn't here him come in, she just cried herself to sleep, trying to reason with her heart and the knowledge that she couldn't trust him around her again.

Killian came home, with a dozen roses. He was so sorry for what he had did. He knew he had gone into the place that had been left since his trip to Neverland. That dark ball of rage that took over at times. He had never meant to show that side of him to Emma, but it had happened. He knew that it would take him time to get them back to where they were. He entered his room, thinking she would be there already in bed, but he found it empty. There were random bumps all over his bed, nine in total. He drew back his sheets, stuffed sharks and a note laid there. He picked up the note.

I can't trust you. Not after today. If this ever happens again. I will feed a piece of you to each kind of shark I can find. How's that for mutiny.

Large tear spots were on the paper, that was shaking in his grip. He tossed them down, and raced down the hall to her room. He pounded on the door, when he found the door locked. "Emma." He screamed through the door. "Let me in, Emma."

He kept scream, until his voice was raw. He could hear her crying on the other side of the door. "I'm sorry." He slide down the door, tears trailing down his cheeks. He would never forgive himself for this. His last words before he drifted off to sleep were, "Emma, I'm so sorry. I lost control. Emma, please."

So there you go, the ninth chapter. I am going to be roasted for what I did, but it is where the chapter was going. I do hold true to my work and my writing. I am sorry if I offended anyone for this. Please review.