Prompt left by Nathalie Shiffer: Hooks reaction about Graham and Henry telling him that he kissed Emma and that his memories returned (true love kiss?)

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Sitting under a shady tree Hook sighed with contentment. Emma reclined against his chest, a gentle breeze blowing her hair around tickling his face and nose. Out in the sunshine Henry and David practiced sword fighting, Hook offering encouragement and correction where needed.

They had defeated The Wicked Witch of the West and all of them were enjoying their moments of happiness and peace. Once they had reclaimed The Enchanted Forest, Snow and David had been re-crowned King and Queen, and everyone had discovered their happy endings. As he relaxed with his love, Hook began to play with her hair, twisting it gently around his fingers, then releasing it. After awhile he began to play with a fringe on the end of her sleeve.

Pulling at the strand, her long shirt sleeve rode up slightly revealing a brown cord tied around her wrist. Brow furrowing Hook tried to remember if he'd ever noticed it before. Emma wasn't one for fine jewelry and only ever wore it for balls and royal engagements at her mother's request. He knew that much like him, every piece of jewelry she wore held deep personal meaning.

"What's this love?" He asked, delicately touching the item wrapped around her wrist.

"Mmmh?" Emma questioned having dozed off slightly. "Oh, it's Graham's shoelace."

"Graham? Who's he darling?" Hook pressed. Whoever this man was he must have meant a great deal to her.

Smiling sadly Emma replied, "A friend. He was the Sheriff of Storybrooke before I came along. He offered me a place in the town, a purpose."

Feeling a sinking feeling stir in his stomach Hook considered his next words carefully. While in Storybrooke he had never met anyone named Graham, and Emma was the sheriff at the time.

"I'm sure he'd be proud of you love, for all you have done for the people. I know I am."

Giving him a thankful grin, Emma placed a quick kiss on his lips before standing saying, "I told Regina I'd meet her for our magic lesson. I'll see you at dinner."

Watching he go Hook let out a frustrated sigh. He'd known her long enough and well enough to know when she put her walls up, yet tried to hide it or brush it off. But the question was, why did the mention of this man cause her to do that?

"Loosen your grip lad, and widen your stance." Hook instructed.

It had been about two hours since Emma had left, and not long after she had gone, David was called away on matters of state, so the pirate had taken over Henry's instruction for the rest of the day.

Following his advice, Henry adjusted and was soon able to strike and parry much easier than before.

"Well done lad." Hook praised when Henry was able to land a hit.

Smiling he replied, "Thanks. You're a great teacher. When are we going sailing again?"

Hook looked down at the boy and chuckled. Henry was an avid learner of anything his extended family would teach him. From Snow he learned archery, from David swordplay, Robin Hood, who was currently courting Regina, taught him tracking and survival techniques. Neal taught him all about picking locks, setting and escaping traps. And Hook took him sailing.

"Whenever your mother stops being upset about you nearly tumbling from the crow's nest." Hook answered, a sheepish look on his face.

One day when they had taken The Jolly Roger out, he and Henry had climbed to the top of the mast where Hook pointed out different landmarks that aided in navigation. Henry, being the inquisitive lad he was, tried to point out something far in the distance, but had stretched too far, and nearly fell to the decks far below. If it hadn't been for Hook's quick reflexes he would have surly been harmed if not killed.

Huffing softly Henry grumbled,"She worries too much."

"She's your mother, it's a occupational hazard." The pirate chuckled.

"But still, I'm almost 13. I'm almost old enough to go on my first quest."

"I think it's a bit early for that. You still have a lot to learn and experience."

Changing the subject Henry said, "I overheard you asking my mom about Graham."

Raising an eyebrow Hook replied, "Aye? And would you be so kind to tell me who he is? Or was?"

"He was the Huntsman. See he was the first to believe me about the curse. The first one that took everyone to Storybrooke. But not until after he kissed Emma. But because he was starting to remember and he tried to break up with my mom she crushed his heart so he couldn't leave her."

Staring opened mouthed the pirate said, "Regina took his heart and crushed it?"

"Yeah, Emma held him as he died."

Flashes of Milah's death played through his mind. The agony and sorrow made new, but this time it was for Emma, to have had to experience that. But then something else Henry said came through Hook's thoughts.

"You say this Graham remembered who he was after he kissed Emma?"

Henry nodded. "Yeah I gave him my story book and it was all right there. He spared Snow White and that's when The Evil Queen took his heart. For deceiving her."

Stomach sinking Hook felt like he was going to be sick. He knew Emma was his True Love, but now he was wondering if he was hers.

At dinner Hook didn't talk much. Snow and David discussed running the kingdom, Regina, Rumple and Emma talked magic along with Tinkerbell. Neal and Robin listened attentively as their sons spoke of their daily adventures, but all the while the pirate stared at his plate, not eating anything.

After the meal was cleared Hook retreated to the library while most of the others retired to their rooms or the parlor before preparing for bed. He knew it was cowardly to hide out but he couldn't face Emma just yet. There was so much he had to think about first.

When the clock on the wall struck eleven he knew he couldn't put it off any longer. Taking a deep breath he exited the library and ascended the stares to the room he shared with Emma.

Knocking softly twice he opened the door. The sitting room was empty and for a moment he hoped Emma had already gone to bed, but as he came into the bedroom he spotted her at her vanity brushing out her hair.

"There you are." She smiled slightly looking at him in the mirror. "I was soon going to tell David to send a search party out."

"No need Swan, I simply lost track of time." He side-stepped heading to his dresser and pulling out a pair of sleeping pants.

Quickly ducking into their bathroom, Hook missed the worried confused frown she sent him.

Looking at himself in the mirror he tried to keep his courage up. He needed to know if Emma was still in love with the Huntsman, if it had actually been True Love. The thought of another man claiming Emma's heart like he thought he had made Hook's skin crawl and his chest constrict. He wasn't naïve enough to believe he was Emma's first love, but he had hoped to be her last.

Sighing he turned on the sink and splashed cold water on his face, thankful that indoor plumbing was one of the many things the inhabitants of Storybrooke had brought back with them. Stripping out of his cloths Hook pulled on the sleeping pants and exited the bathroom expecting Emma to already be under the blankets and nearly asleep.

She was actually sitting on the end of the bed, looking at the door waiting for him.

"Killian, what's wrong?" She asked reaching for him.

Sucking in a breath Hook felt his stomach clench. Emma still often called him Hook, saving his real name for moments of passion and deep concern. Feeling his resolve waver he opened his mouth to reply that nothing was wrong, but he knew even without her super power, he wouldn't be able to convince her.

So instead he took her offered hand and kneeled before her. "Henry told me about Graham love." He spoke softly looking at the shoelace around her wrist. "What he really meant to you. Emma darling, I know what it's like to see someone you care for deeply die in your arms, and a part of me will always love Milah, but you are my True Love. I love you with every single piece of who I am. Darling, if I'm away from you for more than an hour, I can't stop thinking about you. I carry you in my spirit. I pray for you more than I pray for myself, and believe me, I am not a man for prayer."

Emma let out a small laugh, eyes brimming with tears of joy.

"Gods Emma, when you smile like that, my world... It's all right." He breathed tracing his thumb over her hand, as he continued though he turned his gaze to the floor, voice shaking. "But because I love you, I'm willing to let you go. I would fight any one this world or any other put in front of me so that I could keep you. But I can't fight a ghost."

"What are you talking about?" She asked bewildered.

"Graham. Henry told me about how he remembered who he was after you kissed him. The spell was broken for him because of True Love's Kiss."

Squeezing his hand Emma silently asked him to look up at her. When he didn't she gently cupped his chin in her hand and lifted his gaze.

"Henry only knows part of what happened between Graham and I. Yes we kissed, but he kissed me. And it took more than one time to regain his memories." At that Hook frowned deeper but she continued anyway. "It wasn't True Love's Kiss, I'm The Savior remember? And it was thanks to him that I even got to be born. I love you Killian Jones. I love everything about you. You are my True Love."

"But..."

Smirking Emma cut in, "No buts. True Love is about knowing someone so completely that you know them better than yourself. And you always find each other. Believe me, I know what it looks like. I see my parents live it every day. So never doubt that, never doubt me."

"Gods love, what did I ever do to deserve you?" He questioned, placing a small kiss on her lips.

Shaking her head she smiled back at him mischievously, "I don't know, but I know of a few ways you can prove it to me."

Chuckling he chased her up the bed, capturing her in his arms and kissing her senseless as his fingers slipped under her shirt and trailed across the silky skin underneath.

Much later after they had both been sated Hook began to drift off to sleep, Emma curled up next to him, head on his shoulder, her hand placed over his heart. Just before he slipped into darkness, his eyelids fluttered open and he could have sworn he saw a man standing in the corner of their room smiling at them.

His hair was light brown and slightly curly, his eyes dark and his features handsome. He was dressed like a lawman from The Land Without Magic, a white wolf sitting at his side.

As Hook's eyes closed once more he could have sworn he heard a voice say, "Love her, for both of us."

The End

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