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"Swan? What-"
"Could you please just come over in the middle of the night without asking for a reason?"
She knew she probably sounds crazy or desprate but she couldn't care less about it. She needed an explanation.
"Um, I guess I could." She heard him chuckle. "You didn't have to phone, Swan, you could have just come across the hall to call me."
"I'll remember that." She exhaled. Great, now her stupid mind found his voice soothing. She noticed she was begining to like this man way more than she should, so she began trying hard to make herself remember all the times in which he made her furious, the time when he opened the door wearing nothing but a towel that hung dangerously low on his waist, for example, or the time when he and his idiotic friend Will Scarlet got drunk in some bar and walked into the wrong appartment, her appartment, with two extremely drunk girls they probably picked up earlier.
But when she heard the knock on the door she couldn't think about any more of those low points. He was willing to come here in the middle of the night, without asking for a reason. He helped her through the darkest time of her year and didn't even think about taking advantage of her poor state, rejecting her attempts gently and putting her to bed. He was different, very different, from almost any other man she have ever met.
She opened the door.
"So what was so important?" he asked, the shadow of the smirk she could hear on the phone still lingering in his eyes.
"I'm going to need you to explain something to me." She said, her fingers tapping nervously on the wall she leaned on.
"What should I explain?" he asked, honestly confused.
"The look in your eyes after I kissed you." She blurted out.
"What.. What look?" he asked in a concerned tone that could imply either that he thought she was going mad or that he was hiding something. She growled in frustration and kissed him without warning.
"That look." She muttered as she pulled away, seeing the familiar expression on his face.
He raised an eyebrow and exhaled. "Maybe I just like you, Swan, have you thought of that?"
"Yes, untill Mary-Margaret Blanchard had the exact same look on her face when I held her hand, and this lunatic private detective kissed me and kept mumbling stuff about how we need Hook and that he's the only one who can make me remember, and I started realizing that something is completely wrong but I don't know what. I think I am insane."
"He kissed you?" asked Killian in disgust, completely puzzled by all the new information. "What happened- Mary-Margaret? What-?"
Emma sighed and touched her forehead lightly. "I'm sorry." She said. "I guess I just have a lot to process right now and I needed someone to take everything out at. I'm sorry."
"That's alright, Swan." He opened his arms and she sighed and found her place between them.
"I'm scared I'm losing it." She confessed. "Everything seems to be falling apart around me." She looked up at him. "You seem to be the only thing that isn't."
This decleration made her heart beat faster. What was she doing? What was he doing to her?
He smiled at her, the look in his eyes warming up her heart in the best way possible. But something clouded his expression for a brief moment. Not brief enough so that she would miss it, though.
"What?" she asked.
He frowned. "It's nothing, Swan."
"No, you're lying. Tell me."
"Love, I-"
"What are you so afraid of?"
She could see him gulping, his decision being made.
"Over two week ago, when I was still sleeping on your couch, the girl you seem to be quite fond of, Claire, came here looking for you. you weren't here, so I told her to stay here untill you return."
"Yes, I remember that."
"As soon as she got here, she claimed to see the same look in my eyes as you do. And she offered an explanation to it. She said- she brought this book with her, this big book of fairytales, and she told me that we're all characters in that book."
"This is the most-"
"Listen, Swan. I thought the exact same thing. The most ridiculous, right? The most absurd? But then she showed me, she told me that in the book there was a curse which erased all of the people's memories, sending them to a new land, away from their loved ones. There is a princess named Claire, who the girl believes to be herself, and a pirate named Killian Jones. Killian Jones, love. You are there too. And you seem to be pretty powerful, so Claire believes you are the key for breaking the curse. She believes that the ones who loved you in the book can gain thier memories back when you show them affection, and I think this is what happened with Mary-Margaret, Claire and I. I think-"
"Stop."
"Swan, I-"
"I said stop."
Fear filled him. What the bloody hell was he thinking?
"You're mad." Her voice shook. "You're completely insane."
"Love, please-"
"No!" she yelled. "Get out!"
He nodded and turned to leave. "I'll go. I'm sorry."
Her sobs filled the hall shortly after he left.
Of course the first guy she even thought about since him would be crazy.
Why the hell not.
-xxx-
"Gold."
"Yes, dearie, what can I do for you?" Mr. Gold turned to see Regina standing in front of him.
"I know you remember." She told him, her voice uncertain.
"Remember what, dearie?"
"Do not play games with me, Gold. You know exactly what am I talking about."
"And what are you talking about, dearie?"
She smirked and pulled out a tea cup from her purse. His expression darkened.
"Give me that." He growled.
"Tell me your name first. Your real name."
It took him a moment to respond.
"Rumpelstilskin." He hissed finally.
"Well, well, just as I suspected." She smirked. "I have no interest in this old thing, I'll give it to you once you tell me who the hell was Killian Jones before the curse and what was he to the product of true love."
"He was Captain Hook, dearie. And she was The Black Swan. Quite the extraordinary love story they shared, she agreed to stay on this realm to be a part of the curse for him. How sickeningly charming."
"Was he her-" whispered Regina.
"True love? Well I don't know, dearie," laughed Mr. Gold. "Perhaps. Perhaps. It's even likely."
Regina had gone pale. "But- her true love can break the curse," she mumbled.
"Oh, yes, dearie. Correct," he smiled.
"Well I won't let it happen." She exclaimed.
"We'll see about that, dearie."
She left the shop and the grinning old man, leaving the cup behind her.
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