Hi again! This collection has been on ao3 for a while, and I'm now in the process of moving it over here (along with my deleted scenes collection). But the formatting here is still off and it won't keep my italics, so it takes a bit longer than it should to transfer lol.

This is a collection of short fics, drabbles, or short moments, really, and some of them are abandoned stories. They're like misfit fics. Haha. I'll give a warning for the ones that end on a cliffhanger.

This first one is a drabble that takes place in the White Out episode, and I was originally going to use this for an "only one bed" collection as a secret santa gift, but decided to do something else lol.

~cosette141

She was so cold.

He held her tightly to him, shivering himself from the icy touch of her skin. Her eyes were only half-open, and he could only barely feel her breathe. Even as he carried her to David's vessel, he was whispering to her without thinking, only three words, "I've got you," and he wasn't sure if he was saying them to reassure her or himself.

But they made it to the car, and he managed to open the back door, sliding them both in, and he breathed out in relief that the prince kept the vessel warm, and instantly they were surrounded by warm air.

"Bloody hell," he breathed, trying to warm her with his only hand, wishing desperately that he had two. "Are you all right? Emma?"

She was still shivering, harder now, which he knew was a good thing, and now he could hear her teeth chatter. "Th-think so," she managed, but her eyes only blinked slower.

The car suddenly jostled as the driver door was opened and David looked at them, eyes still wide and worried. "She okay?"

"She's freezing," said Hook, trying to rub even more warmth into her, to which he felt her snuggle closer to him, her head finding his shoulder, and hell her nose was like pure ice.

"I have a blanket it in the trunk," said David quickly, and Hook wrapped his left arm around Emma tighter, trying to share as much of his warmth as he could. But soon David was draping a blanket over them both, and Hook could already begin to feel it trapping some heat.

David then got behind the wheel, the Elsa woman tentatively getting in the front seat with several prompts from David, and they were on the road.

"You all right?" whispered Hook to Emma, surprised to find his voice shaking though he himself didn't feel cold.

Though, it could have less to do with cold than he thought.

"Mhmm," mumbled Emma, and Hook saw her eyes shut as she leaned into him, almost like a small animal leaning into sun-covered grass, seeking the warmth. He felt her hand slip under the fold of his coat, and she sighed with relief. "You're warm," she breathed.

He smiled a little, relief that she seemed to be warming up even a little making him ignore the fact that she was closer to him than he ever remembered her being. But when her weight fell into him even more, he said quickly, "Emma, love. Stay awake."

"Tired," she said, almost petulantly, like the cold had worn away every one of her walls.

However excited he was to see beneath them, he'd rather she was warm even if those walls were the ones keeping her so.

"Stay awake, Emma," he said, quickly. "Just stay awake until we get you home."

But she smiled without opening her eyes, seeming half-asleep already when she whispered into him, "I am."