Smee and Emma place his arms on their shoulders and half carry half drag him out of there. They make it out of the house easily. It gets hard when they look for the Jolly Roger. They stop and Emma rummages for his keys. She finds them in his pants pocket.
"How many has he had?" Smee asks. She hits the panic button on the remote.
"Umm I am not sure. He was drinking before I got here. I'm guessing around eight or nine," she says. They lights go off and they spot his car.
"You let him have that many?" Smee asks in an accusatory tone.
"Let him? He's a big boy he can handle himself," Emma says. Smee stops right there and almost drops Killian.
"He hasn't told you?" He asks shocked. Emma raises an eyebrow.
"You have my attention, but he's heavy and we're almost to The Jolly Roger. You can tell me what the hell you are talking about when we get there," she says wearily. He nods and they continue on. Since when does Killian keep secrets? He hasn't talked much about his life before me, but I didn't want to push on the subject of the dead girlfriend. I mean thats hard to talk about. I get we all have shit we don't want to talk about. I really don't know anything about his past. How selfish is that? Its been all about Neal and I. I never even bothered to ask. They get to the car and Emma unlocks it. They shove Killian into the passenger seat. Once situated they close the door and Emma turns on Smee.
"Okay what hasn't he told me?" Emma asks quietly. Smee squares his shoulders.
"What I'm about to tell you can't be repeated to anyone. I mean anyone. Got it?" This makes her nervous, but she nods.
"Hook has a drinking problem. He wouldn't admit it for a long time. For you to understand why he began drinking we have to go to the beginning. Hook and Milah were happy for a while, but she never liked him fighting. I would stay with her during his matches and we became good friends," Shit I can see where this is going. As always a girl got between two boys.
"I fell for her hard. I knew it was wrong. I mean this was my best friends girl, but that didn't stop it from happening. One day she came to me after they had a huge fight. They fought all the time about him boxing. I told her how I felt. She said that she felt the same about me, but she would always love Hook," Killian, his name is Killian. Stop calling him that.
"Then she kissed me," Emma crosses her arms and raises her eyebrows at this.
"I know I'm awful. I told her that she had to choose. She couldn't have both of us. I wouldn't let her cheat on Hook with me. Told her if she chose him I would forget all of this and we could act all this never happened. She had to think about it. I told her I understood. Two days later she called me and told me we needed to talk. She came to my house and told me that she broke up with Killian to be with me. That she told him that. She said she couldn't deny that things were falling apart between them. She said that she told him that and that she had feelings for someone else and that she was tired of fighting. She told him that I was there for her more than Hook ever was," he stops and takes a breath. Oh my god. No wonder he never told me. His best friend stole his girlfriend. Emma stands there is disbelief. Smee continues on.
"That night he went to a party and got hammered. Milah and I were hanging out when he drunk dialed her. He begged her to come and get him. That someone had taken his keys. She said she would go. I insisted on coming with her. You've seen how he is when he's drunk. I didn't know she wouldn't get back with him. When we got to the party he had already passed out. We took his keys and said we would get his car in the morning. We shoved him into the back of my car. On our way back a drunk driver t-boned us. On Milah's side of the car. She died on impact. After that every weekend for about a month Killian would go and get hammered because he felt like it was his fault she died," Emma holds up her hand.
"His fault?" She asks with her brow furrowed.
"If he hadn't asked her to come and get him that we wouldn't have been hit by the drunk driver. Which is true, but not his fault. It was the driver's fault. Anyway he would call me and tell me that since I betrayed him I had to come pick him up from wherever his drunk ass was. I felt bad and knowing she would want that I look after him, so I did. One night I brought him home still conscious for once and his mom lost it. Told him he had to get his shit together or she would kick his sorry ass out. After that he went cold turkey and stopped talking to me. I didn't blame him. They only time he did talk to me is when he was drunk and needed something. It was so hard I lost my best friend and the girl I loved all at once," Oh go cry me a river. You stole your best friend's girl. I don't pity you in the slightest. She rolls her eyes.
"You can't let him drink. No parties. This will happen every time. He doesn't want me near him, so you have to watch him. He will pick a fight with someone. What was all that about?" Emma adjusts her glasses.
"Me. Eric hit on me and Killian got all offended. What I don't get about all this is that all of you are on the football team. I remember you now. What do you guys do in practice?" Emma asks.
"Well, at first we couldn't work together at all and it cost us a couple games. Coach was so pissed and he made us run until we could agree to work together. He barely says a word to me, but he knows that in order to win we have to suck it up," he says.
"Huh, interesting. I'm going to take him home. Thanks for the story," Emma says.
"Do need me to come with?" he asks.
"No, thank you though," She turns and clambers into the car. Smee taps on the window. She starts the car and rolls it down.
"What?" she snaps. I have to get his drunk ass home I can't deal with this asshole right now.
"I hope you don't think I'm an awful person," he says with his hands shoved in his pockets.
"You don't want to know what I think of you. Now get out of my way," she snarls at him. His faces pales and backs away from the car. She rolls up the window and leaves like a bat out of hell.
She manages to get Killian home and into bed. Charlotte isn't home. Killian mentioned she was a nurse, maybe she had the night shift tonight. At least thats what Emma hoped for. She doesn't need to know Killian relapsed. For now. Emma's phone buzzes. A message from Ruby.
*Where are you?*
*I had to get Killian home. He passed out. I'll explain tomorrow.*
*You better. Goodnight*
*Goodnight* Emma sets her phone down and changes out of her dress and into a shirt of Killian's. She sets her glasses on the bedside table. She crawls into bed with Killian.
The next morning there is a knock on Killian's door. Charlotte shuffles in. Emma springs up and Charlotte's eye pop out of her sockets.
"Emma dear. Oh my I'll give you a minute," Shit I have to tell her what happened. She has to make sure this doesn't happen again. I can't watch him on my own.
"No, its not what it looks like. Killian got in a fight last night and got drunk. I didn't know he had a drinking problem or wouldn't have suggested we go to a party. I brought him home and I was tired, so I just fell asleep. Charlotte, I am so sorry. Its all my fault," Emma begins to sob. Charlotte sits on the end of the bed and pats Emma's leg.
"Honey its fine. I can't believe he didn't tell you, but men are very stupid. You brought him home alive that's what is important. Now, I am very tired and need some sleep. You can sleep longer and whenever you're ready grab whatever food you'd like. Killian might be grounded for awhile after this, so be ready for that," she says with a sigh. Emma wipes away the tears. They both watch the steady raises and fall of Killian's chest.
"I understand. I'll look after him while you get some sleep," Emma says reassuringly. Charlotte nods.
"Thank you," she smiles and leaves. As soon as the door shuts. Emma lays back down and falls asleep again. She wakes again around ten. She checks her phone she has a text from her mom.
*What time are you coming home?*
*Not sure. I'll text you when I'm on my way home?*
*Sounds good* Emma sighs and sets her phone down. She rolls over and checks on Killian. He's still out. She rolls out of bed and wanders into his bathroom. Makeup is smeared all over her face. She washes it off. She finds advil and takes some. She grabs some for Killian. She finds a glass in his room. She empties it and fills it with fresh water. She sets the water and advil down on the bedside table. She grabs a piece of paper off his desk and scribbles a note to him. Emma grabs her glasses and heads down stairs.
Emma searches his kitchen until she finds all the ingredients for pancakes, bacon, and eggs. While she is cooking her mind starts to wonder. How could Smee do that to Killian? I could never do that to Ruby. God I should've punched Smee last night. He is an awful person and I hope he feels guilty about what he did.
"You should wear my clothes more often," Killian's familiar accent rings through the room. Emma jumps.
"Shit you scared me," she says as she recovers, "How do you like your eggs?" she asks, but doesn't look at him. She flips the pancakes.
"Scrambled is fine," he says. He wraps his arms around her waist and kisses her shoulder. Emma tenses at his touch. She begins making the eggs.
"Do me a favor and grab syrup and plates?" she asks. He lets go of her and moves to the fridge.
"How much trouble am I in?"
"Well your mother found me in your bed this morning and mentioned something about grounding you, so I would say quite a bit," she wraps the bacon in a paper towel and he sets two plates down on the counter.
"Well thats not good, but I meant how much trouble am I in with you?" She loads the plates with pancakes, bacon and eggs. When she finishes Killian grabs her wrist.
"Emma, please look at me," He whispers. Their eyes meet. He releases her.
"What happened last night?" he asks. She hands him a plate and they sit down at the table.
"You don't remember?" she asks hurt. She wants to puke. He doesn't remember them having sex. She pushes her plate away from her. He grabs her hand.
"The last thing I remember was having sex with you," she releases a breath she didn't know she was holding. She's glad he can remember that, but she still doesn't eat. He begins to shovel in food.
"You beat the shit out of Eric," she blurts out. He stops eating.
"What? No," he says unbelieving. She glares at him.
"You have a bruise on your jaw to prove it. He only got one punch in and you'll be lucky if he doesn't press charges, but I doubt he will," She says blatantly. Emma eats a piece of bacon.
"Why? What happened?"
"He hit on me and you went all cave man on his ass," she snaps.
"Well after everything that has happened do you blame me?"
"Yes, I do blame you. Jesus, Killian you didn't even remember doing this to him. He was being a drunk idiot as always. I had it. You don't need to fight all my battles for me and you sure as hell don't need to keep secrets from me. I handle it," she says with a huff.
"Okay… What else did I miss?" he asks cautiously.
"I don't even know where to begin with that one. Well first off Smee pulled you off Eric then helped me drag you to the Jolly Roger. He told me about the little love triangle going on between you, him, and Milah. And to top it off he told me you have a drinking problem," she fumes. She can't believe him right now.
"How could you not tell me that? Why didn't you say hey I can't go to the party. I have issues with alcohol. Goddamn it you know everything about my past and here I learned everything about your past from some asshole who stole Milah from you," she is practically in tears. He sits there in shock for a couple minutes.
"Can I talk now?" Killian asks. She nods.
"Emma I didn't tell you because I was embarrassed about it and I don't talk about Milah to anyone, so please don't think its because I don't trust you. I should've told you about the drinking. I honestly thought I could handle it last night. I was wrong. Emma, I am so sorry. Please forgive me," he pleads.
"Are we going to talk about Milah?" she asks.
"No, we aren't. Some day, but not now," he firmly states.
"Fine," she says and begins to eat her food. He follows suit. They eat in silence. While they clean up Killian keeps glancing at her.
"Spit it out," Emma demands.
"I can't believe Smee would even help me,"
"Well he did. He seemed sorry for what happened between you two," Killian's jaw clenches, "Not that I cared. I can't believe he would do that to you. Frankly I think that's the worst betrayal there is," she states.
"Explain,"
"Friends stabbing each other in the back. Friends are supposed to be with you no matter what and he wasn't. You trusted him and look what happened," he just nods at her words. She can see the hurt in his eyes. She places a hand on his cheek. He looks at her.
"Killian, you know I would never do that to you right?" she asks. He pulls her into a tight hug.
"Of course, love," he whispers into her hair. He grips her tightly because he feels like she is slipping through his fingers.