Hey guys. Another... bad and stressful and anxious week for me. Yay (do you feel the sarcasm here?)! I feel like I am going to give up on school right in this moment. Unless someone wants to burn it to the ground? I will send cookies! Anyway!
Here is another full chapter of Emma and Killian in Neverland! Many, many thinks to everyone how opened this story on here and subscribed and so on because Awake and Alive is now my third most read story on here! I can't thank you enough and I hope I will not dissapoint you with the direction of my story!
This being said, I am leaving you now with a new chapters to read and I am going back to studying about Switzerland or social media or geology or whatever thing I have to study for uni these days
Her name was the only thing Emma heard before she turned to face Hook and found him on the ground.
"Hook?" Emma said panicked, being on the ground by his side in a second.
"Hook!" she yelled at him, shaking him by the shoulders.
"Wake up!"
Nothing happened, no matter how many times she screamed at him or shook him. She checked to see if he had a pulse and was relieved when she found one.
"Come on, Hook, wake up!" she yelled one more time at him.
"Emma?" she heard voices in the woods. She heard David's voice, then Mary Margaret's, but she didn't care.
All she cared about was waking him up. She pressed a few times on his chest but nothing happened, shaking him again, harder this time, and still nothing happened. In a desperate move, she leaned down and pressed her lips to his. She kept her lips there praying to every god that was listening that he would wake up. When he didn't move one bit, she let his lips free and put a hand on his cheek.
"Wake up," she murmured, still close to his lips.
"Emma, what happened?" she heard from behind her.
Emma turned her head and saw her parents and Regina there, staring at her and Hook on the ground, her hand still caressing his cheek.
"I… I don't know," she said, cursing Hook at the same time for making her keep his condition a secret.
"Is he okay?" David asked with worry in his voice.
Emma opened her mouth to answer when she felt something move beside her. She looked back at Hook and saw him moving, taking a deep breath as he did.
Thank God! she thought when she saw him opening his eyes.
"Emma?" he asked confused.
"You're awake," she said relieved.
"We have to take him back to the camp. You can tell us there what happened," Mary Margaret said with a small smile on her face.
Emma nodded at her and David came to help her lift Hook from off of the ground and then help him walk back to the camp. They weren't too far from it, fortunately, which probably was why the others were able to hear Emma when she yelled after finding Hook passed out on the ground.
"I'm sorry," Hook whispered just so she could hear him.
"Don't think about it now. We'll talk later," she said just as quietly.
They got Hook back to the camp and put him on a cot to rest.
"You want to tell us what's going on here?" Regina asked her.
"I can't."
"Emma, we are here together; we are here for Henry. You need to tell us if we have to worry about something, or someone, else," Regina said taking a quick look at Hook and then back to Emma.
"It's nothing."
"For a person who can spot a lie, you are the worst liar I've ever seen."
"Emma, you can tell us."
"I can't, okay? He," Emma said, pointing to Hook with a finger "won't let me tell you. As you said Regina, Henry is our main concern."
"What about Hook?"
"He will be fine," Emma said looking at Hook and feeling bad for lying when she clearly knew that he was not going to be fine for a very long time.
"Tell them about Pan," Hook said from behind her.
"Yes, yes," Emma remembered about Pan's threats and thanked Hook in her mind for the opportunity he gave her to change the subject.
"Pan visited us when we were getting these," Emma said showing them the vines. "He taunted me again."
"With what?" David asked with both of his hands on his hips.
"He said that if we don't find Henry faster, he will become one of his Lost Boys. He didn't sound like he minded that idea either," Emma said with a grimace.
"We have to do something."
"Yes. We are following Mary Margaret's plan for now. We have to send him that message today, to let him know that we are looking for him. We have to give him hope."
"We finished the trap while you were gone," Mary Margaret started to explain to Emma. "Apparently the vines we already had were enough."
"Are you fucking kidding me?!" Emma yelled in her mind.
"That's good. Now we just have to set it," Emma told her mother.
"You should take a look at Hook. He looks pale," Mary Margaret whispered to her. "I will make sure Regina is occupied with the trap."
"Thank you."
"Emma, you should talk to someone," Mary Margaret said before leaving her alone with Hook.
"Later," Emma replied, trying to make her understand that she didn't want to talk about it right now.
"Okay," Mary Margaret said and then left her.
Emma walked back to Hook and sat beside him on the cot.
"You scared the hell out of me back there," she started. "When I saw you on the ground..."
"I know. I'm sorry," Hook said, regret being present in his voice.
"What happened?"
"I don't know. I just… passed out."
"Yeah, I saw that. You weren't waking up," she said, not looking at him.
"I couldn't. I heard you saying my name, I heard you telling me to wake up, but I couldn't do it," he explained to her.
If he could've heard her, did it mean that he also felt when she kissed him? Was that a kiss? She didn't want to kiss him. She did it to try and wake him up, to save his life.
"Did you feel something else?" she asked him, curious as to what his response was going to be.
"No," Hook replied without looking at her.
"Good", Emma said to herself. She didn't want him to think about that right now. Actually, she didn't want herself thinking about that and what it really meant.
Emma thought about the moment the others found them. David and Mary Margaret were worried when they saw Hook on the ground. She saw it in their eyes, even if, if they were asked, they wouldn't admit it to her. They were worried for him, maybe just as much as she was because just like her, they didn't want any of them to die on this mission. They wanted everyone to get back to Storybrooke alive.
"They will ask again about what happened with you," Emma said, looking where her parents and Regina were preparing the trap.
"I know," he said turning his head towards her. "Thank you, for not telling them."
Emma nodded and then spoke again.
"We should do something; come up with a story about what is going on with you. Regina will figure it out somehow."
"We can tell them that I'm just sick. I spent some years away from this place and suddenly coming back wasn't too good for my system. Keep the dying part out of the story," he proposed.
"Okay," Emma agreed with him, not having it in her to argue with him.
"You told Pan that you are going to save both me and Henry," Hook said after a short silence.
"So?" Emma asked, looking back at him.
"Emma, if somehow it comes down to choosing between me and Henry, please never, ever, think about it as a choice. Henry is the one you have to save."
"Don't talk like that," Emma told him.
"There is no way to save me. I told you that."
"You said I am a stubborn person, Hook. I don't care if you say there is no way to save you. There has to be something we can do."
"Emma," he sighed.
"Don't even try it."
"Why are you so hopeful?"
"I'm the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. I guess hoping is built in my system."
"But hoping for a pirate to live? That isn't something a princess should hope for," he tried to joke with her.
"No. I'm hoping for a friend to live," Emma said seriously.
He was looking at her again, his eyes intense on her. There was a hard silence between them that Emma didn't know how to stop.
"Emma?" Mary Margaret interrupted them.
"Yeah?" Emma said, almost grateful for the interruption.
"We finished the trap. Hopefully one of those boys will be trapped in it soon."
"Okay. Thank you," Emma said with a small smile.
"How are you feeling, Hook?" Mary Margaret asked, moving her attention from Emma to Hook.
"Better, your majesty."
"I'm glad to hear that," Mary Margaret said and then moved her attention back to Emma.
"Emma? Can we talk?" she asked her.
"Yeah," Emma looked at Hook with a questioning look and he nodded.
She rose from the ground and started to walk with Mary Margaret, not very far away from him.
"What is really going on here, Emma?"
"Mary Margaret, I told you I can't say."
"I'm your mother, Emma. I can keep a secret."
"He's sick, okay?! He's sick and he doesn't want you to know that because he doesn't want you to take your focus away from Henry," Emma said, finally letting it out of her system.
"And you're worried about him," Mary Margaret said, not making it a question at all.
"He's here because of me. Of course I'm worried."
"No, it's not that."
"Mary Margaret," Emma said with a sigh.
"Emma, I can see that you care about him. A lot."
"What if I do?" Emma snapped at her, Mary Margaret finally getting under her skin.
"That's good. That's really good."
"I don't think it is. I should focus on Henry."
"You are Emma. You being worried about Hook and caring about him doesn't mean that you care less for Henry or that you are less worried about him."
Emma smiled at her. The thought of her caring so much about Hook still scared her, but she couldn't let it go. She didn't want to see him dead. Before she could think anymore on it, David interrupted her thoughts.
"We have one," David said coming up to them. "We have a Lost Boy."
"We're coming," Emma replied before Mary Margaret could say anything else.
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