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And the story continues! I hope you will like this one too.
Killian Jones wakes up with handcuffs on his right hand.
"What the bloody hell, Swan?" he shouts before he could even open his eyes. "Was that really necessary? I thought we bounded pretty good last night!"
He sits up and looks around. Emma is standing above him, a few feet away, her arms crossed, her face scares him.
"What are you doing here?" she asks.
"Emma, what –"
"What are you doing here, Hook? What am I doing here?"
"Emma, listen up", he says, gesturing with his hook. "Just let me go, I really don't see what all this is about."
There's something on her face. Insecurity maybe? She seems surprised at the fact that he didn't drop any innuendos at her. She shakes her head and grabs the bottle from the table.
"What did we do?"
The look on her face really makes him think. What if it's the curse already? It's propably messing with her memories.
"You really don't remember, do you?" he asks her.
Emma looks at him in horror. Oh my god, she forms the words with her mouth. She looks like she's about to drop the bottle. "Did I… did we…?" She asks, making gestures with her arms.
"Emma, look at me", he tells her. Have I told you a lie? "Do you really don't remember what happened last night?"
She puts the bottle down and covers her face with her hands.
"Emma."
"Just tell me one thing. Did anything happen between us?"
So this is what it was about?
He should say something like, darling, you would remember that, but he just can't.
"Gods, Emma, no!" he exclaims. "Nothing happened, okay? Absolutely nothing. I'm here to look after you."
"Why?" she whispers, sitting down next to him. She still looks incredibly scared. he reaches a hand for her face but then realizes it has a hook on the end, so he decides not to.
"What's the last thing you remember?" he asks.
"I don't know", she shakes her head in disbelief. "I went to sleep. At home. Definitely not here."
She looks at him with a questioning, confused look.
"Will you let me go?" he asks slowly.
She gasps, "Yes, of course", she says and removes the cuffs.
He stands up and stretches. "Alright. What day is it?"
Emma takes a deep breath. "Wednesday", she says.
"No, it's not", he says. "It's Sunday. And we're going to see the Crocodile."
"What, so that you can kill him?" she grabs his arm.
"Emma", he starts. "You forgot about… a lot of things. So here's a heads up, I'm not going to kill him, we're going there because he needs to take a look at you, since you were cursed by Tamara yesterday, and I think we just figured that curse out."
She bits her lip. "So, I have no memories of the last four days?"
"Apparently."
She shakes her head again, "No way", she says, and pulls out her phone.
Killian puts his vest and jacket on as she dials a number and puts the phone to her ear. She's incredibly nervous, and her hands are shaking.
"Hey, Mary Margaret?" she says. "What's the date today?"
Killian hears Snow answer in a confused tone. "Give me the phone", he says. Emma looks at him in confusion, like, why the hell would she give him the phone?
"Do you even know how to –"
"Yes", he says sharply and takes the device from her hands. "Snow White?"
"Hook", so the answer. "What happened?"
"You can't just take my –" Emma starts.
Killian shakes his head towards her.
"Emma doesn't remember what happened in the last four days, that must be the curse", he tells Snow. He can hear her gasp at the very same time her daughter does. He reaches his hooked hand out for Emma and she accepts it. She leans to his chest and he embraces her with one hand.
"We have to take her to Gold", Snow says.
"Meet there in five", he answers. He takes the phone far from him and looks at the screen. "How do I –"
"Press the red button", Emma whispers. Her voice is weak.
He puts the phone in his pocket and hugs her with his other hand. "It's going to be okay, Emma. I promise. We will figure this out."
"Why am I hugging you?" she asks quietly. "I left you in Manhattan."
"That was a really cruel thing to do, lass. But apparently, I had a drive back here. I helped Tamara and Greg almost destroy the city, but then ended up helping you save it. Well, something like that. Point is, I wanted to leave town but came back in the end, which is a lucky thing since your lad needed saving. Too bad I wasn't fast enough to save you, too."
Emma sniffs.
"Hey, don't cry", he says, letting her go to see her face.
"I'm not", she answers, and she really is not. "You came back?"
He sighs. "We talked about it yesterday."
Emma's face darkens a bit. "Of course. I just don't remember."
"You will, when we break this bloody curse."
She grabs her sweatshirt and stares at the hole on the front of it. "I'm really sick of curses, you know."
"I can imagine."
The little bell rings as the two of them enter the shop. Snow, David, Regina and Gold are already there.
"Where's Henry, is he with Neal?", that is the first thing Emma asks. Snow feels her chest aching. She didn't actually realize how much she had forget, how much happened in the last few days.
"Honey", she starts, stepping to Emma. "I'm sorry, but… Neal's dead."
Her mouth opens in shock. "What", she says, it doesn't even sound like a question.
"Tamara shot him and he fell through a portal", she continues, hating the fact that she has to hurt her daughter this way. "You were there, you told us about it."
"When?" she asks. Snow doesn't fail to notice how she leans towards Hook for support.
"Two days ago", she answers.
Emma nods slowly. "So I was right about that bitch after all."
She takes a deep breath and hides her expressions in a moment. "Where's Henry then?"
"He's with Belle", Regina says. She takes a step closer and looks at Emma like she's examining her.
"Something's different about you", she says. She then turns towards Gold a bit, "Can you sense it?"
He nods, "Indeed. Your magical abilities seem to have weakened."
Emma's glance switches from one to another, "What? What does that mean, am I going back to normal?"
"Oh, you were never normal, dearie. But I suppose we could say that, too. See, your powers have grown in the last weeks, it was hard to miss. Now, what has happened, is the opposite."
"So I haven't forgotten anything, I'm just… going back in time?"
Regina gasps. "Is that even possible?"
They all look at Gold for answers. Snow reaches for Emma's hand and she grabs it.
"I believe it is", the old man says finally. "At first we need to figure out what Tamara used to cast a spell like this, especially when she lacks any kind of magical power – you could say she's normal – and then we find a way to break it."
At the last few words, he looks at Hook, but only for a brief second. Snow doubts anyone else noticed it.
It's been a tiring day. They spent searching in Gold's books and Emma is incredibly exhausted. Since she meant no harm to anyone, she moved back to the apartment, but she told Henry to stay at Regina's, and then Hook told her he's staying with her until they figure this out. Sometimes she caught herself glancing over him and trying to remember the previous days. What was it that made him come back? What did they talk about? And why is he still staying?
On the other hand, everyone keeps asking her questions about what happened before Wednesday. She seems to remember everything. But she fears it won't stay like that.
She sits at her desk and grabs a piece of paper. She writes herself a quick note before going to sleep.
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