A/N: Another update because you're cute ^^
Also, please note that I changed the flashback in chapter 2 from being 7 years before the pirate!Emma plot to 10. It makes more sence. So in the pirate!Emma plot she is 27, okay?
By the time she managed to get herself up, the sun was already begining it's way down. She dragged herself back to the tavern, only stopping to wash the stains that tears had left on her face off.
When she finally arrived, she only found Hook.
"Where have you been?" he asked curiously.
"Where is August?" she replied, perfectly aware to the fact that she was too weak to lie properly or even just tell the truth. He noticed, of course, damn him, and his eyebrows shot up, his expression slightly worried now.
"Is everything alright, love?"
She decided to ignore the question, it was easier that way. "I'll be in my room if anyone is looking for me." She declared.
She got as far as the top of the staircase before he pinned her against a wall.
"Is the urge to rid yourself of anyone who could possibly help you a part of your personality?"
Her eyes shot sparks. He could see she was furious, but knew it wasn't because of him. He just wanted to give the storm inside of her an easy way out. His brother used to do the same for him before he died, and more than once he felt very greatful about it. But the fire in her eyes died almost immediately.
"The only person I can trust that would never fail me is me." She said, not even trying to get herself out of his grip. "The only one who saves me is me."
Sadness took over him as she said that, in a weak, defeated tone. Why did she have such an effect on him? He touched the side of her face with his good hand tenderly.
"Why, lass?" he asked quietly, sincerely. "What happened to you?"
He could feel her shiver at the depth of the question, but she only shook her head and laughed shortly. "I didn't think you had such a soft side, Hook," she teased, clearly trying to end the moment. He cooperated, knowing that if he would push further she would break, but couldn't completely shake the feeling of rejection that left a bitter taste on his tongue. "Only for you, lass." He joked bitterly. This woman, for some reason, had walls around her heart, too high for her own good.
Her lips were on his before he could even realize what was she doing. It wasn't soft- it was hard and demanding (they were both pirates, after all), and he knew beyond doubt she was practically begging him to make her forget. And nonetheless he couldn't help but worrying he would be taking advantage of her clearly emotionally unstable condition if he did.
"Lass," he murmured against her lips when her finger began to tug at his clothes roughly. "Lass." He moaned as she bit at his neck, trying to get his mind together to find good reasons why this should not go any further.
"You might want to stop there, lass, you'll regret it in the morning."
"No I won't," she breathed out. The situation was getting harder to manage every second.
"Love, you don't know what will happen. You could get pre-"
And she broke down sobbing.
She let go of him and dropped to the floor.
"Love, I'm sorry, I-"
She shook her head. "It's not your fault." She whispered.
His heart ached, as if her pain was his. He caught himself wishing it was. What was she doing to him?
He kneeled next to her and helped her up gentely, walking her to her room.
She noticed he was going to leave the room after he helped her into into bed. "Don't leave," she heard a voice begs, all clingy and needy and everything she hated and never let heself be. She only realized it was hers when she felt the bed sinking next to her and the warmth that he radiated on her skin.
Neither of them knew what was happening, but it felt good for now.
"I was right, you know," Said Emma as they were sitting next to the table in her kitchen.
"Hmm?"
"When I said someone was about to get sued."
Her neighbor (roommate?) frowned lightly. "Who?"
"I don't know for sure, really," she sipped coffee from her cup. "They were trying to keep it as quiet as they could. they actually hired a privet detective so they could keep me out of it, because I'm too involved with the related people by being a part of the community." She was clearly quoting. He smiled, aware to her annoyance. "I heard whispers, though." She added, mock-dramatically.
"And who might they be whispering about, Swan?" he asked playfully.
"Mary-Margaret Blanchard."
"The teacher?" he asked, fairly shocked. "What is it she is being accused of? Summoning too many birds with her singing?"
Emma laughed. "I don't know. Probably something like that." The beloved elementary school teacher was a motherly, small woman in her mid fifties, whose luck didn't seem to be so fond of. She seemed to be always happy, though.
Emma's phone buzzed. She looked at it briefly before getting up and looking for her coat, swatting his back lightly. "They need me there. I'll tell you all the details when I come back." He nodded and she left the apartment, wondering why the hell would she swat him in the back and what would he think about it.
About 10 minutes later, Claire stormed inside without knocking.
"Hey! Wow, lass- slow down, what's wrong?" he asked when words flowed out of her mouth in an almost unblieveable rate.
"Look!" she demanded, holding out an object for him to take. It was a brown, big book.
He took it and looked at it carefully.
"Once Upon a Time?" he read. "Fairytales?"
"Not just fairytales, Mr. Jones," She said. "It appeared in my room. Appeared. I've never seen it before." She opened it and pointed at a picture. "This is the garden I remember. And look-" She opened it in another page, pointing at a picture of a raven haired girl in a ball gown. "Princess Claire. It's me." She inhaled deeply.
"According to this, I'm the daughter of Snow White and Prince James. But they had another daughter, who was kidnapped by pirates and became one herself. And her name… Her name was Emma, Mr. Jones, and she's described as a woman with golden hair and green eyes." She gulped. "Am I Emma's sister?"
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