17. "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while…"

Captain Swan
Season 2 divergence (Hook did not take Aurora's heart, he was taken prisoner by Cora the moment he got off the beanstalk)

"Oh well, love, looks like we'll be trapped here for a while. So why don't you just join me here?" Killian smirked as he patted the spot on the floor next to where he was sitting, his wall against the rock wall of the cell.

Cora had taken Snow, Aurora and Mulan and had left Emma there, not before bringing in Hook tied and gagged and dropping him into the cell. For betraying her, she'd said.

And now he was sitting there, looking at her with a smirk, his eyebrows waggling at her and his hand motioning in flourish fashion for her to sit next to him.

She ignored him and continued pacing around the cell, trying to force the cell bars. She knew it was pointless, it was magic after all, but she felt the need to do something.

"Emma…" She heard him sighed. "Love, nothing will come out of you fretting like this."

She turned around and looked at him "DON'T tell me how to feel. We are stuck here and we have no way to get out and Cora will get to Storybrooke and I'll never see my son…"

And Emma Swan did the most un-Emma thing and had a breakdown. Considering everything she went through the last few days, it was miracle it hadn't happened before.

He was by her side in an instant, his arms holding her tight as his hand rubbed her back soothingly. "It'll be ok, Swan." He whispered to her as she tried to even her breathing.

When she finally calmed down, she looked at him, tears still on her face. "Why are you being nice to me? I left you on top of that beanstalk. I betrayed you…"

His thumb dried a tear running through her cheek and he smiled softly at her. "I wish I knew, darling." He sighed, his eyes boring into hers. "I wish I knew…" He whispered before leaning in slowly, giving her time to back away if she wanted to. But she met him half way, her lips molding to his as his hand cradled on her hair and pulled her closer to him. He kissed her slowly, tenderly and all of the sudden, a flash of light coursed through them. He broke the kiss and rested his forehead against hers, his eyes closed.

"Love, this has gotten a lot more interesting." He said.

"What do you mean?" She asked and he opened his eyes to look at her confused stare.

"Look around, darling." He said smiling mischievously and she tore her eyes away from him and contemplated in awe how the bars of the cell had vanished.

"What the hell happened?" She said dazed, not even wanting to go where her mind was already going.

"Well, love, I am a magnificent kisser, but even I can't accomplish that on my own." He chuckled, his eyes dancing with amusement.

He didn't expect what had just happened, but he'd been alive long enough to know that you don't run from your destiny… because it would catch up with you eventually.

It had just happened a lot faster than he'd anticipated.

She looked at him again, her mind trying to find the correct words. "Hook…" She started but he cut her off.

"Killian. You might as well start calling me by my name, love." He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled.

"Killian-I – we- I…" She stuttered with what she wanted to say and he felt sorry for her, wanting to comfort her again. It was a strange feeling, how easily he was finding himself in tune with her, wanting to comfort her, support her, and help her.

He lifted a finger to her lips. "It's alright darling. Priorities, Swan. We need to get out of here, find your mother, think of a way to stop Cora and get to Storybrooke as soon as possible. We should get going."

"But…" She started.

"We'll figure it out later. Once we are back at this Storybrooke of yours and you've reunited with your son; we'll talk about this."

He stood up and dusted off the dirt from his pants. She gave him a disbelieving stare.

"Just like that?"

"Swan, no one is as foolish as to run away from True Love. Not even a vengeful pirate like meself."

He reached out for her, "Shall we, my love?" He asked, his hand out there, an invitation to trust him, waiting for her to take it.

She took it.