Prompt: Emma lost her memory, so when Hook shows up to her apartment in New York and kisses her, she leaves him in pain and in the hall, but Henry has other ideas (ties in with Day 6: What's Lost Can Be Found)
Word Count: 680
It was an ordinary morning, like every one in the past. They got up, had breakfast, and changed and went to school/work, unless it was the weekend. But today, today was different.
There was a knock on the door.
"Is someone coming over?" Henry asked from behind his eggs.
"Uh, no," Emma said, genuinely confused because she didn't have friends and she had broken up with her boyfriend almost two weeks ago.
She just ignored the first knock, and nodded her head at the boy, " Eat your breakfast."
Then came another knock, this one much stronger and with purpose, making both, Emma and Henry jump.
"Are you sure no one is coming over?" Henry asked again.
"Yea, I'm sure," she said, getting up and strolling to the door. For some reason she forgot to look in the peep hole and instead just opened the door.
"Swan!" The man in black said excitedly, his once straight closed lips curled up into a bright smile as he came forward to hug her.
But Emma held her hand out to stop him, "Excuse me, who are you?" Emma asked confused as to how the man knew her name, her last name for that matter.
"An old friend, listen, your family is in danger we-"
"My family is right here," Emma interrupted, now she was surely confused.
"You don't remember. But I can make you," the man in black said, stepping forward to kiss Emma. For some odd reason (perhaps because true love ran through her veins) she instinctively closed her eyes and let him kiss her, only for a moment, before kneeling him in the crotch and pushing him away.
"What the hell was that!" She yelled.
"It was worth a try," he groaned, now leaned up against the wall,"Your parents need-"
But Emma didn't wait to close the door, because she was scared. Not for her life of course, but because it was familiar. In that moment of the kiss, it stirred feelings she was somehow familiar with, he smelt and felt familiar, but how if she never knew him?
"Mom, who was that?" The boy asked from behind her.
"No one," she said with a plastered smile and walked to her room leaving Henry in front of the door. Leaving the boy with curiosity.
So once he knew she was in her room and heard the shower on he opened the front door. Because no one can that creative with that kind of story and expect someone to believe it.
"Who are you?" Henry asked the man, now slumped up against the wall.
The man in black looked up and smiled, "ah, Henry." He paused and realized the question, and that the boy didn't remember either.
"The names Killian. Captain Killian Jones. But you may know me by my more colorful moniker: Hook."
"As in Captain Hook?" Henry asked excitedly, remembering the incident with the magical story book a few days ago.
The man nodded but stayed on the floor so Henry sat down next to him.
It was quite a sight to see. A pirate in black pirate garb and a boy in his pijamas leaned against a wall together.
"So who are my moms parents," Henry asked, curious as to who his grandparents were.
Hook was taken back at the boy's question, he didn't ask if he was crazy or telling the truth but he answered,"you wouldn't believe me if I told you."
"Try me," the boy said, because after what he went through with the book, he thought he could handle anything.
The pirate sighed and decided to tell the boy, because why not,"Snow White and Prince Charming."
He expected the boy to rebuke him, but instead Henry smiled widely and stood up.
Henry felt like he could float on air because now, now he knew he wasn't crazy for thinking his grandparwnts were fairy tale chaecaters.
So instead of calling Hook crazy Henry held out his hand and helped the pirate up.
"Do you like eggs?" Henry asked, leading the pirate into the apartment.