Summary: Hook meets the woman of his dreams. Literally. The only problem? She is married in actuality. And her marriage is not the happy one she tries to portray in reality. Not to mention Y/N has a secret she failed to reveal in their shared dreams. Can Hook persuade her to leave her husband and seek the safety of his love instead?
Disclaimers: I own nothing or anyone associated or affiliated with AEW. I own only the original characters. This is just a fictional story that came from my imagination.
Content/Trigger Warnings: Through the story as a whole–Domestic Abuse against a woman, some sexual harassment within AEW

Chapter 2

"Geez, Hook! Ease up!"

Jack Perry tapped his hand against the canvas repeatedly, signaling his submission.

"Your brain isn't in the game today. You're working way too stiff."

"Sorry," Hook mumbled and stood to his feet as Jack did. "I guess I have my mind on some stuff."

"Yeah obviously," Jack grumbled, rubbing his aching neck. He took his long hair down out of its man bun, and began grabbing his things for a shower. "How about we pick up where we left off later and you get your head clear."

Hook nodded and moved over to the punching bag as Jack prepared to head to the showers.

He'd not dreamed or seen Y/N for two days. He dreamed of their forest, but she hadn't shown up. Which told him she most likely wasn't sleeping.

He was worried.

It was an emotion he never felt before really. And he didn't like it. It was new to him.

"Y/N where are you," he thought aloud. "And are you okay?"

Frustrated he blew out a sigh and threw a few more punches into the punching bag.

He didn't like feeling so vulnerable. He'd never met a woman that just immediately affected him this way. Which… he thought, no woman has ever made me feel this way. And so quickly. There was definitely some higher power at work in their friendship.

Which–Hook couldn't deny–he hoped for more than friendship. And that was just silly. She was in his dreams. All he had was her first and last name to find her by. And that was if he wasn't losing his mind and she was a complete figment of his imagination.

"This is crazy. But not impossible." He thought. And thought some more. He needed more information. Just an approximate idea of where she lived, again if she was indeed real. And then he could find her online, he was sure of it.

The hard part would be getting her to divulge such information. She seemed pretty reluctant to tell him. Why, he didn't know. He knew she was married. That didn't sit right with him for obvious reasons, but there was something else. Her gaze went dark the one time she told him of her marriage.

"Maybe they're on the verge of splitting up," he reasoned out loud. "Otherwise, it looks like she'd be happier about being married."

A sly grin spread across his face.

"Well, Mr. Y/L/N can move aside because Hook is coming to town."

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You scrubbed at the counters with your sponge and sprayed more Fantastic cleaning spray as you cleaned the kitchen. "Just because we live in an old house, doesn't mean it has to be a mess," you grumbled to yourself.

You had virtually no help with the house. You worked, you cleaned, and you took care of Sienna, and not to mention Derek. You paid the rent and bills besides the little amount that Derek brought in with his unemployment.

You were in a word: Exhausted.

You had indeed caught another cold thanks to the cold water Derek had splashed on you. It was getting worse day by day too. You now had a fever of 103. But you had no time to stop and rest and take care of yourself. You'd not slept in two days due to your jobs and chores around the house.

"Lord, please help me out of this situation. And help me protect Sienna." You prayed aloud and wondered what the solution could be. Whatever you did, it was going to endanger Sienna and you couldn't handle that. At all. It was unacceptable.

What if the next time he attacks you, you kill him in self-defense?

You scoffed at that thought.

You couldn't bear disecting a frog in junior high, but you were going to manage to kill your husband?

You shook your head and tossed the sponge in the sink, disgusted.

Glancing up at the kitchen's wall clock you saw it was time for Sienna's night time feeding. So you began getting a bottle of formula ready.

It was your favorite time of the day. You would feed Sienna while just talking to her. Sometimes, you'd tell her about how you were going to get them out of the situation they were in. And sometimes you'd sing to her or tell her a story.

It was usually the most peaceful part of your day.

As long as Derek was snoozing in his recliner, that is. He usually took a nap after supper.

Like he needs it, you thought bitterly, going to the stairs with the baby bottle. A moment later, you were in the nursery and lifting Sienna from the playpen.

"Time for your bottle girlie," you whispered softly. The baby instantly latched onto the bottle and began drinking down the formula.

"I promise, somehow we're going to get out of this mess." You told her.

Suddenly, Hook's image came to your mind.

The way he ran to you when Derek was attacking you. The way he demanded to know who was hurting you…

"If only," you said again for the umpteenth time in the past couple of days.

Feeling a tickle in your chest, you turned your head to keep from coughing on Sienna, and let out a harsh couple of coughs. You could hear the rattle in your chest as you coughed and you worried about getting bronchitis or a respiratory infection.

"That's all I need," you thought out loud. "Especially if I pass this on to Sienna."

You sat down in the little rocking chair next to Sienna's crib and rocked her as you fed her.

Whether due to the fact that you'd been going non-stop for forty-eight hours straight, or your fever… you grew increasingly sleepy.

"I'll just rest my eyes for a few minutes," you told yourself.

Not all things go according to plan, however.

You opened your eyes and you were in the forest again.

And there was Hook, frantically looking around the woods, till his eyes fell on you and he smiled.

"I was wondering when I would see you again," he said, walking up to you. "Haven't you slept lately?"

"I guess I am now," you answered with a light chuckle. "I've just been really busy the past couple days and I'm sick right now, so I've not gotten any rest."

"You're sick?"

His hand reached up and touched your cheek. "Yeah, you're burning up. Have you seen a doctor?" His hand lingered at your face. Almost as if he enjoyed the feel of you against his skin.

"Not all of us have great health benefits, Hook," you answered softly. "No, I've not seen a doctor."

"Are you okay?"

You lifted your gaze to his and nodded slightly. "I am."

"I get this feeling like…." Hook started, and his eyes shifted to the ground. He ran his hand through his unruly hair. "Like you're not happy. With your life."

You snorted slightly. "That's an understatement."

"Anything I can do?"

You shook your head. "I don't think so, Hook. I just have to figure things out for myself."

"I want to help you," he said, his dark eyes going even darker. "I can't explain it, but I feel very protective of you. Tell me where you are."

You shook your head frantically. "I don't want you to see how I live, Hook. It's…humiliating. Besides…I can't risk… I don't want you to get hurt in any way."

"I won't get hurt."

Tears burned your eyes, "You don't know that."

To your surprise, he pulled you into his arms. "I do know it. I can take care of myself. Now, what has you so scared?"

"I can't tell you anything, Hook. And we have to stop meeting like this. It's dangerous."

"Dangerous for who?"

"Both of us. We obviously have a connection, and the way my life is right now… You're going to get hurt. I know it."

"Would you leave that husband of yours for me?"

"I… That's very insensitive to ask me, Hook. I'm… Just because he and I have our problems, doesn't mean I'd cheat on him. I can't do that. He'd…"

"He'd what?" Hook asked.

You swallowed hard. You'd said too much. "I just mean that it would… devastate him."

His arms tightened around you, comfortingly. "Tell. Me. Where. You. Are."

"Please, Hook. I'm not worth all this trouble. Really. You'd find that out as soon as you found me."

"Let me be the judge of that," he whispered, gazing down at your mouth. "I still want to kiss you." His dark gaze shifted to yours once more and the side of his mouth quirked up in a slight smile. "Badly."

"If you find me then you can kiss me."

The words were out before you could stop them. You wanted to smack your forehead. You'd all but dared Hook to find you. And kiss you. And something told you that Hook never passed up a dare. Nor lost one."

"Oh, really?" He actually smiled completely now. "That's an interesting offer."

"I was just teasing," you tried to counter. "Really Hook. I think I'm too old for you anyway."

"Says who?"

"Me."

"Okay, how old are you?"

"I'm (insert your age)."

"I'm twenty-four."

"See?"

"I see you're trying to change the subject." He pulled you even closer. "Fine… I'm going to kiss your neck, up to your face, and if you don't want me to kiss that pretty mouth of yours, you'll tell me where you are."

Before you could answer, his head lowered to the crook of your shoulder and he kissed you softly there. Then he lightly trailed his lips up slightly higher. Pressed a kiss to your skin. His wild hair brushed against your cheek as he kissed you.

"Hook…. Stop…" You couldn't help the giggle that burst from your mouth.

"Nuh-uh."

Another kiss higher up on your neck. A soft nip of teeth. His arms tightened around you more, as if he was afraid you'd try to free yourself from his embrace.

"Hook…"

You nearly moaned his name that time. His warm, moist lips were skilled and you couldn't deny the fact that you wanted more. It had been so long since you'd felt any kind of desire.

His mouth moved up to your chin. "One more kiss and I'll be at your mouth…" He teased with a slight nip to your chin. "What's it gonna be?"

"New England." You gasped out. "I'm in New England. That's as much information as I'm giving you."

"Mmm, maybe I should kiss you anyway," Hook growled softly, a smirk on his lips.

"No, Hook, really… You can't…"

"Oh, actually I can. I'm very good at it."

You flushed at his confidence. "I don't doubt that, but…"

"If I find you I'll kiss you then," he finished for you.

You nodded, sure he wouldn't be able to find you in such a large area of the country. "Fine. Whatever."

"Fine. Whatever," Hook smirked again, using your words against you.

In the next instant, you were awake with Sienna fussing softly over her now empty bottle. You smiled and stood to your feet, gently laying her in the crib.

You turned toward the door, and were startled to find Derek leaned against the doorframe.

Watching you.

"Oh!" You gasped, and brought a hand to your chest. "You scared me."

"I've been here a while, watching you sleep." He said, stepping fully into the room, moving closer to you. "What were you moaning about," he asked, a sick smile coming to his face. "Dreaming about me?" He moved even closer to you. You stepped back to get some distance, but your back connected with the wall behind you.

"Y-yeah…" You said quickly, knowing where this would lead if you admitted to dreaming of another man.

"Well, your dream has come true," he said in what he thought was a sexy growl. It just sent chills up your spine. His arms lifted, and he braced each hand on the wall on either side of your shoulders, effectively pinning you in place. "It's been a long time," he murmured.

Your breathing turned ragged, and his grin deepened. He was either enjoying the fear he was instilling in you, or he thought you liked where this was headed.

And that couldn't be further from the truth.

"Y-yeah… it has, Derek, but um… I'm having my monthly," you lied. "Plus, I'm sick. I don't really feel up to it- OH!" You cried out as his hand latched onto your hair and yanked it back over your shoulder.

"Where did this hickey come from," he demanded, his green eyes flashing.

"What- What are you talking about," you stammered out, tears of fear already streaming down your face.

He took the hank of hair he'd just grabbed and used it to propel you into the hallway, and over to your bedroom. He forcefully led you over to the dresser and its matching mirror and turned your head at an uncomfortable angle, displaying the large hickey on your neck.

"That's what I'm talking about," Derek growled menacingly. "Who have you been cheating on me with?! Who is it?" He backhanded you then. The slap sent you sailing to the floor. A sob rose up in your throat as you lay helplessly on the carpet. You knew if you did anything else that that would only fuel Derek's anger.

"WHO IS IT!?"

He drew his leg back and kicked you hard in the ribs.

You felt a snap in your midsection and knew instantly that a rib was broken.

"PleaseDerekStop!" You cried all one one breath as you exhaled. Then it took forever to be able to inhale. And when you finally did, fire bloomed up your ribs.

He went down to his knees beside you and latched onto your neck with one hand; punched you in the jaw with the other. Your head snapped back and you fell back to the floor again.

Then you were lifted and dumped carelessly onto the bed, on your stomach.

Through your sobs, you could hear the sound of a belt whooshing out of his pants' belt loops.

"No," you whispered weakly and buried your face against the mattress. "Please, Derek…. No…"

Your shirt was ripped open then, exposing the vulnerable skin of your back. In the next instant, his belt landed hard against you.

An animal-like shriek pierced the air, and you–a moment later–realized it came from you.

Another slash of the belt broke your skin, and you screamed again.

"Derek…" You moaned in pain. "Please…"

The belt slapped against your back again and you cried out once more, digging your fingers into the bed covers.

You heard a zipper then. Followed by: "I think it's time I remind you of who you belong to."

You sobbed, knowing what was coming next.

Derek had never raped you before, but clearly that was what was on his mind.

"Please, don't hurt me anymore," you sobbed, as he flipped you onto your back.

He whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it aside, ignoring you. Then he was moving his body over yours…

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You didn't know when exactly you fainted, but the next thing you knew you were in the forest.

Yours and Hook's special place.

Tears burned your eyes as you laid on the ground. You did not have the strength or the will to stand up. You lay on your side huddled into a little ball. Your body was still reeling from the beating it took.

"Y/N!"

You heard Hook's deep voice calling your name. A sob broke past your lips and you clenched your eyes shut.

No way will Hook want you now, your mind taunted you. Derek destroyed you.

"Y/N!"

Hook was by your side in the next instant, and took note of your appearance. Tears streaming down your face, a bruise forming on your face, the tension in your frame. Not to mention the bloody stripes going down your back that he couldn't actually see. Yet.

"Baby, what is it? What's wrong? What happened to you?"

His arms came around you and tried to tug you into his lap but you cried out in pain.

"Hook, don't," you gasped, as your ribs and back screamed in protest.

Immediately he halted. "Sweetheart, what's happened to you?"

You stared at anything but Hook. You were…

You had no words.

You truly were destroyed.

"Baby, tell me."

You avoided looking at him. What he'd think of you now, brought fresh tears to your eyes. You sobbed and closed your eyes, letting the tears fall. "Just leave me alone. Please."

"I can't, Y/N," he said, brushing your hair away from your face. "I'm in too deep now."

"You won't want me," you sobbed, cringing away from his touch. "You won't want anything to do with me when you see…"

"When I see what?"

"Just leave me alone," you screamed on a sob. "Go away!"

Looking stung, Hook drew his hand back away from you. He took a moment, seemingly collecting himself. And then he spoke softly. "I'm not leaving you permanently. I'll leave you for now, because that's what you want. But I'll be back. I swear it."

With that, he faded and disappeared.

And you stayed where you were.

A small, broken heap.