Lost Boy

Chapter Five

Reunited

A/N Hey guys, (insert the usual bull about how I'm sorry this is so late) love you all! And so this hiatus is sorta killing me but yea! [also, abortion = BAD]

Killian's POV

We drove for just a little while before the sleep finally overtook me. I was greeted by dreams of an unknown man. A man with dark hair and a mean left hook. A man that was trying to take me from my love, my Emma.

I awoke several times to worried looks from Emma. I guessed that I'd been, at the very least, mumbling in my sleep.

When I woke for the last time, we were in Boston. I shot a glance to the vehicles clock and found it to be roughly twelve-thirty at night. I ran my hand over my face in an attempt to wake myself a little as Emma pulled into an all-night motel.

She pulled the keys from the engine and sat there, staring into the nothingness that was her thoughts.

I reached over and grabbed her hand "Emma." It took her a few moments, but she finally looked at me.

She gave me a weak smile as a single tear fell down her face. The most of many to come during this trip I guessed. "What." she practically whispered. Her voice sounded as broken as it made my heart feel.

I gathered her into my arms and cradled her into me, cupping her head with my hands. "Emma" I whispered into her hair, "my lovely Emma that I love so much. We're going to get him back. I swear it on my life." I felt her nuzzle into my chest, and fall asleep mere seconds later.

Not wanting to wake my sleeping swan, I gently laid her in the seat and got out quietly, planning on going in to buy a room, but then I heard her mumble my name.

I gave a final, fleeting glance at the motel and climbed back into the truck, starting it, and driving in the direction of an old friends.

I decided to give her a ring before we arrived and dug out my cell from my pocket. I waited through the rings, and she answered on the last, sounding very groggy and tired with an accent that wasn't much different to his own "Whoever is calling me at twelve forty two in the fucking morning had better be dying or offering me a million dollars."

I chuckled quietly as I looked down at the passed out Swan in my lap "Such the greeting, Tink. But what about very old friends, that've gotten themselves into a bit of a situation."

"Killian fucking Jones. This situation had better have not involve anything illegal, cause I'm not taking the fall for you again."

"Me? Never." I said. She scoffed. "Well, Tink. It actually just involves finding a place to crash with my-" I looked at Emma "friend."

I thanked the Gods that she was so tired as to not pay attention to detail and she just said "Yea, I'll leave the door unlocked, you know where I live. I'm going to bed. Night, Hook." I rolled my eyes at her usage of my old nickname.

"Goodnight, Miss Bell."