Disclaimer: I own Hook. Just kidding. If I did, I would not be spending my time writing this fanfiction in which he is in love with someone else.
A/N: Here we go. Reviews are always appreciated.
Chapter 11
Rose
Three things happened simultaneously.
One, my father pulled my harshly away from Killian.
Two, Aunt Emma and her mother gasped and looked quickly between my father and me.
Three, Killian physically lurched away from me, slamming into the wall and staring at me with betrayed eyes.
Thank you, fiancé.
I rolled my eyes. That was a bit dramatic, even for him. It wasn't as if my genetics were a plague he could catch. He took it a lot better the first time, though I suppose last time he wasn't flirting with someone whose mother he had just shot.
"How can you stand there like that?" My father, no, Rumplestiltskin, asked. I shrugged. It would have been a lot different if I didn't know that my mother had forgiven him and actually adored him. But I knew that all parties had eventually let go of the past and were on good terms, so I couldn't really bring myself to hate him right now.
Plus, he was so cute. How could you hate someone with a face like that?
"We're leaving," Rumplestiltskin said, pulling Mason along behind him as he started down the hall. I glanced back at Killian once, smiled, and then followed after him, observing the lights above us curiously. I had heard about electricity but never personally seen it. It seemed…convenient.
That was the word Killian had used to describe it and I found it fitting. It was rather convenient, not having an open flame close to where children were.
"Is Mummy okay?" Mason asked, clutching to Rumplestiltskin's hand.
"Your mother will be fine," Rumplestiltskin said.
"But she doesn't remember us," I reminded Mason.
"She doesn't remember anything," Rumplestiltskin said. I frowned and tried to remember back to the stories I had been told about Storybrooke. I had a vague recollection of my father telling me about the time when my mother lost her memory, but it had obviously been painful, so I hadn't asked for it to be retold again.
"She doesn't remember, like anything at all?" I asked. "Not even her life fabricated by the curse?"
"Not even that," He said briskly. I could tell he was still smarting over my flirting with Killian, but his eyes softened as he looked at me. "How do you know so much about everything going on in this town?"
"I've been told stories," I said carefully, not sure if I should say that Regina and Killian were some of the people who had told me these stories.
"Here we are," Rumplestiltskin announced. I readied myself to walk in and greet my mother who did not remember me.