NOTE: Hey guys! Sorry it's been a while! I had a little mishap with my laptop where I thought that I had deleted this entire chapter and I was not a happy camper, but I eventually found it! After tonight's episode, I realized I had to incorporate some of Neal's douchery into the story, he is just too much of an ass hat to not. Just a friendly reminder this is and AU so it may not perfectly line up with the story (especially now that the writers are completely toying with our emotions) and the timeline for this story definitely does not make sense with the current timeline of the show, but whateves, in AU ANYTHING IS POSSIBLE! YAYYY! haha anyway hope you enjoy! feel free to rate, comment, share, follow, etc! Also a HUGEEE thanks to every one who has supported the previous 2 chapters! I had NO idea y'all would like this story so much! You are awesome and I love you! okay, sorry for rambling, it's like 2 am and this happens to me. Okay, enjoy y'all!
Chapter 3
Killian and Henry's movie choice had proved to cause a whirlwind of emotions for Emma and Killian.
At first, Emma had been so nervous about Killian's reaction to all of this new technology that she forgot how to breathe.
What if this is too much for him? What if he doesn't understand what is going on and runs out? Or, worse, what if he tries to attack the screen? What if he gets sick off of the popcorn? Oh my God, he's never had soda before and I just gave him some, holy shit, what if he can't handle it and throws it up, or if he is like 'What the hell-?' and then I'll have to explain it to him, and, oh, dear God, how in HELL do I explain soda? This was a bad idea. This was a very, very, ver-
Emma's racing thoughts came to a sudden halt as she felt her main worry gently clasp her soft hand with his calloused one. The sudden heat that spread up her arm from his touch was enough to snap her out of her head, but not enough to get her to stop staring at the screen. He gently swayed his thumb over the back of her hand, begging her to look at him. She snapped her head around to face him and saw his face covered in a huge smile. His grin laughed, "You are ridiculous, love. I'll be fine, enjoy the movie!" She let out the breath she had been holding in and smiled back at him before they both returned their focus to the screen.
Many of the main themes and story-lines resonated with the couple. Emma had been in shock when, sometime during the film, she felt something wet fall onto her hand repeatedly. Killian was crying. Captain Hook of all people was crying at a musical movie! He rarely allowed anyone to see that raw, open part of him, Emma had only ever seen him slightly close to that point maybe two or three times in their relationship, but she had never seen him actually cry. She was unsure what sparked the sudden sadness in him, but she knew not to press him about it. If he wanted to tell her, he would. She gently squeezed his hand and rested her head on his shoulder.
Killian had not expected Emma to be as moved by the film as she was, either. After a young woman with hair shorter than Snow White's sang a song about dreams and life being unfair, he felt his blonde companion shudder slightly on his shoulder. At first, he thought that she was simply cold and he wrapped his arm around her to try to warm her up. Then he felt her quake again, more violently this time, and a slight whimper escaped her lips, followed by a quick gasp of air. He looked down at his lover in his arms and saw that she was fighting a violent sob from arising from her and silently failing. Her tears flooded through her shut eyelids. Killian's heart broke at the sight of her like this. He pulled her closer to his chest and fully embraced her as the dam she created to keep herself from completely losing it shattered. She sobbed quietly in his chest, soaking his shirt.
"Shhh, it's okay, love, it's okay," he whispered to her, smoothing down her hair and lightly kissing the top of her head. He had only ever seen her like this once before, when she had told him the story of her and Neal, Henry's father, when the man from her past showed up in Storybooke unexpectedly.
FLASHBACK
Emma and Killian were taking a pleasant stroll through the town after dropping Henry off at his bus stop. They were holding hands and Emma was chuckling quietly under her breath after Killian had made one of his usual, sly innuendos she had come to enjoy. The sun was out, shinning bright and giving the small Maine town unusual warmth of about 70o. Killian had a long-forgotten feeling that the day would be perfect, and how much better could it become after a morning like this? He had woken up next to the woman that he loved, made breakfast for her and her son, and now was enjoying a lovely day off with his woman, and he knew that, despite the wonderful weather, they would be spending most of the day indoors. But no sunny day passes without a few clouds.
"Emma!" shouted a voice from behind them.
Emma's face turned white as a sheet at the sound. Her whole demeanor was completely changed. No longer was she confident, feisty, strong woman he knew. She now resembled a child who had encountered the monsters under their bed which they had thought were only a myth. "Neal," she whispered under her breath as she leaned against Killian for support. They both turned to look at the man from Emma's past. With a shock, Killian realized he knew Neal, too.
"You?!" Killian exclaimed under his breath. Neal smirked at the two of them.
"Well, well, I can't believe my eyes, the mother of my child and the man who stole my mother, holding hands like two love birds. Tell me, Hook, is she as good in bed as my mother?" Neal sneered.
Hook lunged forward to strike the boy whom he had once known in another land by a different name, but was just as obnoxious as he was now. Emma held him back.
"Henry is not your son. He made that perfectly clear after he found out the truth about you, Neal. He also made it clear he didn't want anything more to do with you. So why are you here?"
"To make good with my father, ironically," he retorted.
"The crocodile?" Killian inserted. "I thought you were going to have nothing to do with him, this town, or your 'family'? Or have you changed your mind about trying to be a father, when clearly you have no idea how to take responsibility for anything you do, much less another person?"
"I don't think you really have any room to talk, Hook," Neal had that hateful smirk on his face once more. Killian wanted nothing more than to smack it right off him and into the next year. "After all, isn't tearing homes apart your specialty? What business is it of yours how I wish to treat my family?"
"Oh, it's a great deal of my business if your plans intend to hurt Emma or Henry once again," Killian said as he brandished his hook at Baelfire.
"Look," Emma interjected. "Neal, I'll give you two options, either you stay in Storybrooke and leave Henry, Killian, my parents, and me alone, OR I kick your ass out as sheriff. Which is it?"
Neal sighed. "I suppose the first. But just you wait, Emma, one day we'll be a family for real. I promise you that."
"Aye, and I'll grow a pair of wings and fly," Killian mocked.
"You know, Neal, you're sounding more and more like your father every time I talk to you." At Emma's final words, Neal couldn't keep his smirk on his face. He paled for just a second before actually looking angry at Emma. Emma and Killian simply turned away and walked towards Granny's as they were before Neal's horrible interruption.
Emma barely ate anything at Granny's, and spoke less than she ate. Not even Killian's crude implications could rouse her. Nothing would take her out of her shell-shocked state. Once back at their apartment, she let all of her emotions come flooding out in a tsunami tide. As soon as Killian had closed and locked the door behind them, Emma lost it. She ran to the couch and started flinging pillows all over the place. Once done there, she started throwing potted plants at the wall and then she tried to get the wall to fight back by punching it over and over and over again. Soon, Killian had witnessed enough. He ran over to Emma and wrapped his arms around hers tightly and would not let her go no matter how much she fought against his iron grip.
"Shhh, love, it's alright," He whispered in her ear. "Everything will be alright." At these words of comfort, Emma completely lost it and broke down into hysterical sobs. Killian just held her even tighter and kissed the back of her neck as she cried. She turned around in his arms and buried her face into his chest. He smoothed her hair and kissed the top of her head while repeating over and over again that everything would turn out okay. Eventually, she ran out of tears to cry and was simply quaking against him. Killian pulled her onto the couch and continued to console her until she was done with her meltdown.
Once Emma had calmed down, she explained to Killian the whole truth about her relationship with Rumplestiltskin's son. She had told him before that there had been a relationship, but had failed to give details, especially why she had been in Manhattan when Killian had attempted to kill his crocodile. Now that he was faced with the specifics, of how Emma had been abandoned by the cowards son, how he had almost turned Henry against Emma until the truth of what he had done had come to light, of how he continued to antagonize and condescend Emma make Killian want to beat the living shit out of the son of a bitch like never before.
However, he resisted the urge (for a while) and at that moment was simply there for Emma, there to hold her while she poured her heart out to him, and he held her broken heart in his hand and tried his best to put it back together.
END OF FLASHBACK
Killian continued to hold and caress Emma throughout the rest of the movie, letting her know that he was still there, and he always would be. She calmed down after a while and was actually able to enjoy the rest of the movie. She stayed silent most of the way home though, as Henry went on and on about how his favorite parts where the ones when they were fighting and asked Killian numerous questions about different battles and fights he had been in. Killian tried his best to answer Henry's questions without giving him too much gory detail, but the child was persistent. And his idle chatter filled the car as Emma concentrated on the road ahead of them, lost in her own thoughts.
Once back at the apartment, Killian tucked Henry into bed as Emma poured herself a glass of wine and Killian a glass of rum. She handed it to him as soon as he returned from Henry's bed room and she drowned her wine in one gulp.
"Are you sure you're okay, love?" He asked her, voice thick with concern. "You still seem a bit shaken."
"Yeah, I'm fine." She replied unconvincingly. "Or at least I will be. I just… I need to do something." She inched towards him. "Something like…" her fingers trailed up his chest and hooked inside of his T-shirt collar, "…this." She pulled him in for a passionate kiss, one that made heat spread throughout their bodies and made their desire begin to grow rapidly. As they broke that kiss to gulp air into their lungs Emma whispered, "I love you, Killian."
"I love you too, lass, and, if you're up to it, it would be my pleasure to prove it to you tonight…" He said trailing kisses down her neck and nuzzling on the curve where her collar bone met her neck.
She simply moaned in response, and that was all the encouragement he needed.
more to come... ;) hehe thanks for reading!
