Anna was luxuriating in probably the last bath she'd ever have in her room. As she ran the washcloth up her shoulders, small tears gathered in her eyes. Shaking her head, she grabbed a towel and proceeded to dry herself off.

As she dressed, a knock rapped at the door. Furrowing her eyebrows, she covered herself in a bathrobe and opened the door cautiously to see who was there.

"Hook?" She asked, surprised at seeing the pirate rogue. He was clutching his shoulder in her doorway, a red welt forming at his left eye.

Despite his injured state he still managed to give her his infamous smirk and replied, "Won't you invite me in darling?"

Anna folded her arms and said suspiciously, "You're not a vampire are you?"

He let out a laugh that turned into a cough and a groan as she helped him through the doorway and sat him down on the bed. "You need something for that shiner…" she said as she quickly turned around and shuffled through several drawers in the bathroom. Moments later she appeared with a wet washcloth and began dabbing it gently against his temple.

As she tended his wound, she noticed the hungry, wolfish expression once more in his eyes. He looked down at what she was wearing and chuckled softly saying, "I do believe you look wonderful in black my dear… especially black lace." Anna looked down and was horrified seeing her robe slightly open revealing her skin and part of her black bra. Tying the robe against her even tighter she turned around and situated herself, ensuring it wouldn't come undone again. She berated herself for letting that happen. She might as well have been throwing herself at the blasted pirate.

Bright pink splotches appeared on her check as she turned towards her dresser trying to regain her composure. She cleared her throat and asked, "So, what exactly happened, Hook?"

As she faced him, she could still see the spark of lingering arrogance and desire that made her ever so nervous. Her anxiety increased tenfold as his hand came up cupping her face and thumbing her bottom lip.

"I'm afraid I got myself into a bit of a tussle, but I assure you it was well worth it." His voice dropped an octave lower, and Anna shivered pulling away from him and turned to the dresser drawers once more.

She heard him snigger as he limped off the bed, and felt his hot breath at the back of her neck. Anna closed her eyes and prayed she could ward off his advances long enough for her to regain her composure.

She swallowed as she felt his hand brush her hair away from her neck as his fingers traced the side of her throat down the front of her collarbone.

"Am I making you nervous, Darling?" he murmured under her ear.

Anna didn't know what came over her—her breathing was erratic, her heart beat was at a gallop, yet she couldn't move. She wondered if maybe he was a vampire, playing some sort of paralyzing mind trick on her. She silently cursed her hormones for flaring up at a time like this.

"Such a lovely thing…" he whispered wistfully. Anna was suddenly awoken from whatever spell the pirate cast on her as his hands tugged at her bathrobe. Gasping, and tightening her grip on her gown she whirled around and muttered hurriedly, "It's late, I'd better get you sorted out so I can get some shut eye…"

The pirate smirked at her and sat on her bed once more. Anna stood in front of him and continued nursing the gash on his forehead. Hook still gazed at her with a hungry expression in his eyes.

"Will you please not look at me like that; I am trying to make sure your eye won't swell up tomorrow."

"I know love, and I'm very appreciative of that." His smirk made her less apt to help the wounded pirate, but she couldn't help but feel for him in the sorry condition he was no in.

As she dabbed and wiped at the blood on his face she tried to make sure they did not fall into any lingering silences again and asked smarmily, "Who was it exactly that won the fight?"

His grin faded slightly as he looked at her un-amused.

Anna smiled prettily, knowing it would annoy him, as he replied acidly, "It was your beloved father figure."

"Mr. Gold?" Anna's smile diminished as her hand stopped wiping the blood from his neck.

"Yes indeed."

She moved back slightly, her eyebrows furrowed. "What did you do?"

Hook shifted on the bed uncomfortably, not wanting to respond.

"Hook…what did you do?" Anna's voice hardened, surprising the captain.

"I gave him what he deserved."

Anna didn't say or do anything, waiting for him to elaborate.

"I…wounded Belle, made her lose her memory of who she was."

She gasped in horror and raised her voice accusingly, "You promised they wouldn't get hurt if I came with you!"

"I told you I wouldn't kill them, lass. I said nothing about harming them, now did I?"

Anna grounded her teeth in fury and whirled around throwing the bloodied washcloth in the laundry basket.

She reeled on her heels at Hook, slapping him across the face and yelled, "How dare you! I promise to go with you, even though it meant leaving the people I cared about, even though it would destroy Gold and yet that's still not good enough for you! What makes you think I'll still go with you tomorrow morning?"

Hook's expression was void of emotion as he stood up, a few inches away from her face and said dangerously, "Because you gave me your word. Because I could still do much more damage to your precious Gold and your dear Belle."

Anna's eye filled with tears—an infuriating reaction whenever she was frustrated or angry. She swallowed, willing herself not to cry in front of the dammed pirate, no matter how much she wanted to.

Hook watched her eyes grow misty, and even though it was only for a moment, she could have sworn she saw an unfamiliar flicker of something pass through his eyes. But Anna shrugged it off. A pirate could never feel anything at seeing a woman's tears. If anything, it signified helplessness, especially from a woman. But Anna did notice he was no longer standing as rigid as he was, and his hand made a motion to touch her face, but stopped mid-way.

She set her jaw and turned around, grasping angrily at the edges of her dresser drawers. She wanted nothing more than to punch that ridiculous smug look clean off the pirate's face.

"Leave, Hook. I'll see you in the morning."

She refused to look at him, but if she had, she would have seen a penitent softness in his eyes that she hadn't seen before. Anna waited until the door closed behind him before she gave in to the sobs that she was holding in.