She stood on the decks, the cool, salty ocean wind blowing in her face. The ship rocked back and forth in a steady pattern, almost comforting. But not to Emma. She was seasick. Emma closed her eyes and let her pain, and sleepiness evaporate. Standing there, she heard a set of footsteps and quickly turned around.
It was Hook. Or should she call him Killian now? Since he was helping her find Henry. Jones? Captain? Holy shit. What is going to say? Hook, Killian, or Jones? Captain was way out of bounds, unless she was going to sacrifice herself to him.
"Hook?" She asked, not totally sure she should call him that or not.
"Swan?" He answered in a mocking voice.
"Haha very funny, Jones," why not try them all? It will probably piss him off, which, she would admit, was fun, even though she'd feel guilty after he walked away.
"What are you doing out here so late, lass?" he asked, then corrected himself, "Princess."
Oh, so he wanted to play too. "Nothing much, really. Enjoying myself."
Hook- Killian- Jones, whatever, gave her a look that clearly said: yeah, right, and I came out here to take a dive with dolphins.
"Oh, cool lie detecting machine," she complimented, "I'm just missing Henry, can't wait to get to Neverland."
"Part truth, lass, but close enough, I guess."
"Really Killian," she was surprised how easily his name slipped out, "why do you think i'm out here for?"
"Sea sickness," he replied casually, until his eyes widen and said, "you called me Killian."
"Took you long enough to notice," she said, "and sure, you're right, sea sickness."
"How long have you been out here lass?" He looked concerned.
"I don't keep track of time, 'bout an hour or so?" She guessed, folding her arms; the wind was getting cold, or she was getting weak. She gazed out to the ocean and where the moon shine to distract herself, but something else caught her eye.
"Second star to the right, and straight on 'till morning," she automatically mumbled and look at Hook- oh screw this, she liked him better as Killian, hoping he didn't hear her.
"What?" He asked, so totally confused.
"Nothing," she said and looked away to find the second star to the right. Her memories about Neverland was all that was good about her childhood. She would set herself free when reading books, let her imagination wander to places and have fun until she finished her books. Then she would daydream about the places she went to and her favorite heroes. Her favorite hero was always Peter Pan. He didn't grow up, he was adventurous, he was brave and fearless, he was really all she wanted in a guy.
"Ah yes," Killian said after a short while, "the other way to Neverland."
She looked at him, her tank top flying in the cold wind as they sail to Neverland, her teeth started chattering and goose bumps appeared. Killian shrugged off his coat and wrapped it around Emma. She couldn't protest, even if she wanted to, she couldn't summon the strength to refuse. She was too cold and sleepy. Killian was next to her now and wrapped his arms around her. His breath calming her, his warmth transferring to her body and his sent was marvelous. His glassy, magnificent blue eyes shining as bright as the full moon, whose gaze rested on Emma, comforting her in a way no one ever has.
"How did you know lass?" He asked, in the sexiest, and softest voice she has ever heard.
"In a book," Emma answered with as much sincere as he asked her, "Peter Pan, he was-"
Emma stopped because Killian grunted after hearing his name, "what's wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing," he answered, not meeting Emma's eyes.
"No, something's wrong, please, Killian," the words came out smoothly, especially his name, "you can tell me."
He turned back to look at her, his eyes looking a bit mistier than it was just a moment before, "i'll tell you when we're in Neverland, and found your son."
A moment of silence during them, nothing but the sound of waves hitting the Jolly Roger and the whistling wind; it wasn't uncomfortable, it was comforting.
"You need you sleep, Emma," he said her name, and she didn't think anyone said it just as good as he did. With the mix of sincerity, softness, gloominess and happiness.
His hand still wrapped around her, making sure the coat- his coat- doesn't slip off Emma's shoulders, leaving her chilly. They made their way to the cabin Charming, Mary Margret, Regina and Mr. Gold were sharing. There was one bed left empty, the one for Emma. She gave a swift good night to Killian and kissed his cheek tenderly. He looked shocked, but didn't say anything, afraid to wake the others up. Killian gave her a goodnight smile, his lips curling up and his eyebrows going up, "G'night love," was all he said and gave her a look that left her speechless and then left.
Her bunker was under the one Charming- David and Mary Margret were sleeping, the other one consisted of Regina on the top and Mr. Gold on the bottom bunk, his golden cane resting at the foot of the bed. As soon as she hit the bed, she felt her tiredness, the pain, leave her, and almost knock her out. She was delaying it for so long and now, she doesn't have to. But a thought that always came to her somehow was:
Has she fallen for Killian Jones, Captain Hook? A pirate, who only wanted revenge, and his love, Milah.
Little did she know that Killian was drifting off in the Captain's room, thinking of Emma, and his heart skipping a beat every time he thinks of her.