NOTE: When I started this I wasn't sure where it was going and it wasn't really heading towards any couple but this does seem to beheading in the way of Captain Swan
Sorry to anyone who reads this and doesn't ship them.
Also I am really sorry this took so long this semester was crazy and I really had no time or was in the frame of mind to write!
Emma's footsteps faded, leaving Hook in silence. Only the soft crash of the tide against the ship and his breathing filled the tense air. He was so screwed.
He paced heavily and tugged at his hair. His sister had teamed up with Swan and taken his plans. Not that the actual plan taking was a big deal. At least not until the witches showed up again. It was more that the one person in the world who knew exactly who he was before he became Hook was with the only person who has given him hope, and brought out Killian, in over 300 years. He was utterly screwed.
At a loss, he exited the cabin and headed onto the deck. He closed his eyes, and tipped his head back as the cool salty breeze washed over him. If only he could get more time.
A creak to his right broke his second of peace. Regina stood feet away from him.
"Regina? To what do I owe the pleasure?" His tone was condescending despite his attempt to hide it.
"Have you finished deciphering the map?" Regina asked, ignoring Hook's hostile welcome.
Hook laughed, "so eager, your majesty. What's the rush?"
Regina stepped closer to Hook. She held herself just as he remembered. Chin up, back straight, her movements sure and precise. She slunk like a feline. "Are you not up to the job, Captain? Because..."
Hook cut her off, "You have another option?". He smirked raising an eyebrow.
A smile pinched at the corner of Regina's mouth. "It's funny that you should mention that, considering another option did just present itself. Actually perhaps you know each other?"
A cloud of purple smoke appeared on deck and Cora materialised with a restrained, and a very angry Imogen at her feet.
"Killian. Don't give into them! They are going to kill..." Cora pulled the piece of cloth around Imogen's neck up to her mouth, effectively silencing her.
Cora tutted and turned her cool gaze to Hook, "the map, my dear?"
He looked at Imogen, "she didn't have it?" He asked, his eyebrows shooting up.
The bloody sneak had already hidden it. Of course. He had to suppress a laugh.
"Would we be asking if she did?" Regina snapped.
"Regina," Cora cooed, at her riled daughter. "Take the girl into the hold, get whatever you can out of her by any means necessary. I'll deal with the pirate," Cora instructed, throwing Imogen across to Regina with her magic.
Hook couldn't bring himself to catch Imogen's eye as she was dragged deep into the ship.
"If you don't have the map, and she doesn't have the map, who does?" Cora asked. She was scarily calm.
"How the bloody hell should I know? She stole it from me".
"Don't make this harder than it has to be, Hook" Cora urged, her voice full of fake empathy.
Hook rubbed his beard with his right hand, "I know my sister as well as I know this ship. If she has hidden it, I can find it".
"In a town you don't know? I highly doubt that," Cora scoffed. "Regina will get it out of her".
Hooks mind reeled and he stepped forward. His hand reaching for his sword.
"Uh uh," Cora laughed, flinging the sword and him in opposite directions with a wave of her hand. His back slammed into the mast of the Jolly Roger and ropes wrapped around him holding him securely in place. The position was all too memory-inducing.
"She won't tell you anything. Imogen has never responded well to threats or torture." Hook yelled.
"Torture. Who said anything about torture? It can get so... messy." Cora giggled.
A scream filled the air from the lower deck. "Imogen!" Hook yelled and struggled against the bindings. He was held tight.
Cora's laugh echoed in Hook's ears as she went through the door into the ship.
Regina tied Imogen's arms behind her back and removed the material around her mouth. "Where is the map?"
"I will never tell you!" Imogen spat at the queen.
Regina wiped her face with the back of her hand. She sighed, "fine, we will do this the painful way".
Regina knelt next to Imogen and placed her hands on either side of Imogen's head. Regina closed her eyes. Imogen could feel Regina in her mind. Pain seared through her temples and down her spine. It was nothing like she had ever felt before. Her head beat against her skull violently, trying to force the impostor out. She let out an eardrum shattering scream as Regina broke through her mind. It felt like her brain was going to burst.
Regina let go off Imogen's head and she fell to the ground as the pain persisted. "Did you get it, darling?" Cora asked, stepping into the room.
"Yes, mother. I know exactly where it is".
"Good girl," Cora said enthused. "Good night, dear" Cora said, turning to Imogen.
Darkness spotted Imogen's vision, and the sounds of the witches' footstep muffled until nothing but blackness remained.
Hook yelled out as Regina and Cora emerged from the hold, smug grins on their faces.
Cora stopped and came up close to Hook, "you are lucky I still have plans for you Hook. Otherwise, you would be like your sister right now." Cora let out a harsh chuckle and disappeared in a puff of smoke with her daughter.
Many different pictures of his sisters dead body ran through his mind. It had happened again. He had lost someone without the chance to tell them he loved them. Tears stung his eyes as Hook realised that he really had no one left. The guise of Hook and the thirst for revenge had left him broken and alone.
The ropes around him slackened and he fell onto the deck. He yelled and swung at the dissipating smoke, uselessly. Cora and Regina were gone, probably on their way to the map and the dagger. Hook scrambled quickly to his feet and yelled out, "Imogen!"
It didn't take him too long to find her in a cabin. Imogen was slumped on the floor. Blood dripped from her nose and there was a cut on her forehead where her head met the wood.
"Imogen," he fell to his knees next to her and pulled her into his lap. He pressed his ear to her chest, praying to whatever God would listen that he would feel the rise and fall of her breathing or the beating of her heart. His checks were wet and his chest thumped painfully. No, please. She has to be alive. "Come on" he said through gritted teeth. "No, no, no!".
A small groan sounded and the body on his lap shifted slightly. "Bloody witches" Imogen cursed bringing a hand up to her head.
Killian pulled Imogen against him in a tight hug, "Imogen." He sighed, dropping his head to hers. "I have never been happier to hear your voice". He chuckled deeply.
"Killian?" Imogen pulled away to look at him, her eyes glassy as she searched his face. "You've been crying."
Killian nodded, "aye. I thought they had killed you". He hugged her again. He still couldn't believe how close he had come to losing her.
"No, Regina just did this weird... fuck," Imogen jumped to her feet. "We have to go!" Imogen walked for the door.
"Imogen? What are you talking about?" Killian grabbed his sisters arm, pulling her to a stop. His brows knitted together as he tried to figure out what was wrong. There was no way they could beat Cora and Regina to the map now. They needed to get out of there before they got the power and came after them.
"They know were the map is. We have to stop them!". Imogen struggled under Killian's grip.
"No. It is hopeless, Imogen. They will be on their way to the dagger by now. We need to leave before they come for us," he held her tight. "They will kill us".
"You don't understand! Emma. Emma has the map"
Killian dropped Imogen's arm. "What?"
"I gave it to her to look after while I came to talk to you. That was when Cora grabbed me. I... I thought it would be safer with her," Imogen croaked.
Killian gritted his teeth together. His thoughts clashing violently together. He felt sick. They should run or get ready to fight them off when they came for him. He should. What do I care?
He swallowed, trying to rid his throat of the strange taste and tight feel that had appeared. "Emma?" He whispered.
"Killian?" Imogen touched his arm, gently.
"Come on," Killian growled. He ran out onto the deck and down the gangplank only pausing to pick up his sword. Imogen at his heels, bare-footed and her own sword at her waist.