Chapter Seven: I'll Break Down Your Door If I Have To

"I suppose I should leave you to enjoy your night in peace." Hook said as he walked her to the front door of her apartment.

"You can come in for a drink if you want." she offered, lifting her keys from her pocket.

"As you wish." he smirked, expecting a slap from her at his antics. However, he noticed her body had become still as she pocketed her keys before using them, pushing the already unlocked door open cautiously. She turned to look at him over her shoulder with confusion before slowly entering her apartment, taking notice of the broken hinges of the front door.

"Wait here, Swan." Hook insisted, taking her wrist as she walked ahead of him and pulled her back to stand near the threshold. "I'm just going to look around first." he said in a hushed tone, as not to alert a possible intruder.

She nodded stubbornly as she looked around the open living room, papers scattered the floor, her glass coffee table flipped over and shattered in the center of the space. She saw into her kitchen that all the pictures and drawing that had once hung on her fridge had been ripped off and were now torn and left in pieces on the floor. Tears filled her eyes as she saw her home was destroyed, memories and possessions defiled and vandalized. She breathed a quiet sigh of relief that Henry was safe and unharmed at Regina's. She watched with her arms folded across her chest as Hook silently moved into Henry's bedroom, pushing the door open slowly before walking inside to clear it. She heard no sound of a struggle, relieved when she saw him come back out. He nodded that his room was clear before he walked over to her own bedroom, opening the door the same as he did with her sons.

Emma starts to relax after a few seconds of silence fill the room but when Hook doesn't come out as quick as before, worry seeps right back into her heart. Her suspicions are quickly confirmed as a loud thud echos from her bedroom into the living room right where she stood.

"We are going to talk about this, Emma." Neal hissed in Hooks ear as he was attacked from behind. He knew the man must've been hiding behind her door, waiting for Emma to walk in later that night. Hook breathed a sigh of relief as he struggled that he had been here with her.

"Sorry, mate. I'm not who you seem to be looking for." Hook smirked, jabbing his elbow back with full force, knocking his attacker away from him, crashing into the door and slamming it shut as he did so.

Emma ran into the kitchen, scrabbling for a knife in the drawer before rushing into her bedroom with her weapon ready. When she entered, she saw Neal's body bloody and unmoving crumbled against her closet doors. She looked around frantically for Hook, gasping when she saw him right beside her at the threshold, his arm cradled against his chest. His leather jacket sleeve had a bright red stain that was expanding by the second as she watched his body fall against her bedroom door and slide to the floor.

"Hook." she cried out, sliding on her knees down to his level on the ground. The knife she was holding clattered as she dropped it from her hands before pulling his jacket from his body. He winced as she did so, her face softening as fear crept in to her mind at the site of the blood running down his arm. She didn't need to ask what happened to know that Neal had stabbed him in the shoulder, the gaping hole near his neck all the proof she needed.

"Don't fall asleep, ok?" she urged, running her hand up to his cheek while the other pressed down hard on his wound, his blood covering her hands.

"It's ok, Swan. I'm a pirate. I don't fear death." he muttered, his hand touching her hand that covered his cheek as his eyes began to blink for long seconds at a time.

"Yea, well, I am not a pirate and I am afraid enough for the both of us." she exclaimed, moving both her hands to press on his shoulder, closing her eyes to keep the tears from falling. Emma did no cry and she certainly was not going to start now.

"I can't lose you. I'm still mad at you for leaving. You can't die when I'm still pissed at you, pirate." she said, her voice unsteady as she shook her head.

"Emma, what are you doing?" he mumbled, looking over at his shoulder with heavy eyes, her hands starting to glow a faint golden color.

"I-" she struggled for words as she watched magic drip from her fingertips. "I don't know." she admitted, the light becoming brighter as his wound began to close, the color returning to his skin.

She smile in relief as the hole disappeared from his neck, blood the only sign of the injury that was now completely healed.

"Bloody hell." he whispered, watching Emma as she removed her hands from his shoulder and examined them in front of her own eyes.

"What did I just do?" she muttered to herself, looking at her now completely normal, unglowing pair of hands.

"You saved my life, Swan." he grinned, reaching out for her, pulling her against his chest as they sat together on the floor of her destroyed bedroom.

"No." she shook her head, placing her hand on his chest and looking up at him as she sat between his legs. "You saved mine." she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in his warm embrace.

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