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12 November 2012 @ 08:51 pm
This Isn't Everything You Are (2/?)  
Title: This Isn't Everything You Are
Fandom: Once Upon a Time
Pairing: Emma Swan/Killian Jones
Rating: PG-13 (for now)
Prompt: In fairy tale land, Hook saves Emma from Cora, and in Storybrooke, Emma saves Hook from Rumple.
Spoilers: Through 2.06, Tallahassee
Disclaimer: Nope, not mine.
Author's Note: I bring an extra long chapter 2 to make up for tardiness. :)

Chapter 2

Killian led the way as the five of them ran through the woods. Thanks to Cora he knew where she'd intended to open the portal to Storybrooke. It also seemed prudent to get as far from the injured witch as they could. Killian had a suspicion that Cora wouldn't be incapacitated for long. He glanced over his shoulder; Emma and Mulan were right behind him. Snow and Aurora were trailing dangerously behind, but he couldn't worry about that. He was sure that Emma's mother could take care of herself.

After climbing over a log, Killian paused to get his bearings. Many years on the high seas had given him an excellent sense of direction. He glanced up at the sun and tried to gauge how far they had come.

“Tell me you're not lost,” Emma said, as she tried to catch her breath.

“Lost?” Killian scoffed. “I am a pirate, love. A little faith?”

Emma scowled at him and turned to look for Snow. The two princesses seemed to have finally caught up.

“Is this the place?” Snow asked.

I'm afraid not, your highness,” Killian said. “It's about a mile or so that way.” He pointed to the west. “See that cottage over there? That is where we're going.”

“Well, what are we waiting for?” Emma asked. “Let's get this show on the road.”

“I thought you'd never ask,” Killian replied.

Together, they made their way over the small trail that lead to the cottage. Everyone was on edge; Mulan and Emma had their swords drawn.

“Why did Cora want to open the portal here?” Emma asked, as she matched him stride for stride.

“Something about magical forces converging,” Killian replied. “It wasn't really any of my business, so I didn't ask.”

“How do I know you're not leading us into a trap?” Emma persisted. She really was the stubbornest, most distrustful person Killian had ever met. If he ever found the person who made her this way, he'd make sure they paid dearly for scarring her so cruelly.

“Really, darling?” he shot back. He stopped and looked her in the eye. “We're going to have this song and dance again? You're the human lie detector, you tell me.”

Emma stared at him. He stared right back. Time was short, but he was determined to give her as much time as she needed to believe him. No one said anything as they moved past them either. At length, Emma sighed. “Fine, I believe you.”

“Thank the gods for that,” Killian smirked. “I thought for a minute there I was going to have to throw you over my shoulder and carry you the rest of the way.”

Emma scoffed. “You're forgetting that I have the sword, Hook.”

“And I, my dear, have this,” he shot back, brandishing his hook.

Emma rolled her eyes. “Whatever, can we just go?” But Killian could have sworn he saw the ghost of a smile on her face.

“After you, love.”

Emma brushed past him and jogged to catch up to Snow. Killian didn't rush after her, but he did enjoy the view.

Once they were at the cottage, no one was really sure what to do next. Emma paced like a caged cat, getting more and more frustrated. Killian would never admit it, but he was getting nervous as well.

“Can it really be that simple?” Snow asked aloud. “Just add the blood to the ashes and poof, a portal?”

“Well, we won't know until we try,” Emma snapped. She took out her dagger and sliced it across her palm. She didn't even wince. As the blood pooled in her palm, she asked, “How much do you think it needs?”

“Not more than a few drops, dear.”

Everyone froze. It was Cora. She was gripping the door jam for support; she was clearly weak. Still dangerous and deadly though, as Killian well knew.

What happened next was a bit of a blur to Killian. Mulan charged the witch. Aurora followed her. Emma ran to her mother, frantically trying to get drops of her blood into the vial of ashes. Killian ran to join them; he'd be damned if they left him behind. He could see the contents of the vial begin to change color from a faint pink to deep blue. Killan was suddenly knocked off his feet, mere steps away from Emma. He hadn't tripped. It was Cora trying to stop him from getting to the portal, even while dealing with Mulan and Aurora. As he was getting to his feet again, he looked on in horror as Cora sent a thousand shards of glass toward Emma and Snow.

Killian didn't think. He just moved. He barreled into the two women knocking both of them to the ground. He vaguely felt pain in his shoulder, but it was quickly overwhelmed by the sensation of falling.

It was like a roller coaster. That moment when your stomach flies into your throat. Emma hated that feeling. She wasn't afraid of heights exactly; she just preferred to keep her feet firmly on the ground. Now here she was falling through a portal. Again. And she had no idea where it would go. Hook still had the compass.

It felt like hours, but Emma knew it was only seconds. She landed with a heavy thud on the rocky ground. The force nearly knocked her unconscious again, but Emma forced herself to focus. Her vision swam, but after a few deep breaths it cleared. It was dark, but Emma could make out Mary Margaret lying a few feet from her. Thank god, she thought. Wherever they were, at least they were together.

Gradually, Emma sat up. She moved experimentally; nothing felt broken. Next to her, Mary Margaret did the same.

“Where are we?” Emma asked.

Mary Margaret pointed. Emma looked in that direction and her jaw dropped. It was the toll bridge. It was Storybrooke's toll bridge. It had the sign with the painted on R. Somehow, they'd made it.

Where are Mulan and Aurora?' Snow asked.

Emma peered thorough the blackness, but she didn't see them. “I hope they're alright, because wherever they are it isn't here.” She had a memory of Mulan attacking Cora, but her focus had lasered in on the ashes once the witch made her entrance. But there was no sign of Cora either, so that had to be a good thing, right?

Emma heard a faint groan off to her left. She was shocked when she saw who was lying there. It was Hook. He had the compass clutched in his lone fist. It really had led them home. Quickly, however, Emma zoned in on the reason the pirate was groaning. There was a large piece of glass lodged in his left shoulder. Emma vaguely remembered hearing glass shatter, but she'd been preoccupied.

“Oh my god,” Mary Margaret said, noticing Hook as well. “He saved us. There was glass and...oh my god.”

Emma was already moving. The stupid pirate had saved her life twice now; she wasn't going to let him die until she got some answers. Carefully, she rolled him over onto his back and examined his wound. The shard was smaller than she'd first thought, but it looked deep. She was afraid to pull it out; if it nicked something he could bleed out.

“Here, let me,” Mary Margaret said. “I have some experience with stab wounds.”

Emma watched as her mother examined the pirate. Hook kept drifting in and out of consciousness, whether from the loss of blood or the fall, Emma didn't know.

“Hold him still,” Mary Margaret ordered. He looked pretty still to Emma, but she did as she was told. Mary Margaret grabbed the shard and yanked it as fast she she could. Hook jerked violently, but Emma held him as still as she could.

“What did you do that for?” Emma asked. “He needs to get to the hospital.”

Mary Margaret ignored her and pulled off her sweater. She began to tear it into strips quickly. Once she was finished, she wadded several on top of Hook's bleeding shoulder and used the rest to secure them.

“Emma,” Mary Margaret, “the hospital is a bad idea. Gold has eyes and ears all over this town. If he knows Hook is here, who knows what he'll do.”

“So we do what? Take him home?” Emma shook her head. “Nope, not happening.”

This entire scenario was insane. Why did he keep saving her? Now the idiot had gone and gotten himself injured on purpose. Emma tried to ignore the part of her brain that told her the opposite was true. That line of thinking led to nothing but heartache and badness. Now she was supposed to what? Play nursemaid? Guide him through Storybrooke? Hand him Gold on a silver platter? Ugh, stupid pirate. Stupid, stubborn, sexy pirate.

Mary Margaret took her hand. “Emma, listen to me. You didn't see the look in his eyes when Cora was strangling you. I did. He may not know it yet, but he cares about you. So much that he's saved your life twice. As your mother, I can't help but respect that.”

Emma looked down at the again unconscious pirate. Mary Margaret was right. At the very least, Hook deserved the chance to explain himself. And if he so much as looked at her or anyone she cared about in a way she didn't like...well, Emma was the Sheriff. She'd just lock him up. Problem solved.

Now they simply had to figure out how to get him back to the apartment without being seen.

In the end, they decided that Mary Margaret would return to town and bring back David and his truck. Emma spent a tense half hour under the toll bridge waiting for her family to return. Her family. That was a word she never thought she'd use in her life. Emma was anxious to see Henry. All she'd gone through in the Enchanted Forest had been to get back to him; she hoped he was alright in her absence. If something had happened to her son, there was no telling where her wrath could lead. Now that Mary Margaret, David and Henry were in her life, the universe would have to pry them out of her cold dead fingers before she'd lose them again.

When Emma finally heard the rumblings of David's truck, she stood and peaked her head around the corner. Henry was waving frantically at her from the passenger side of the truck. Emma grinned in relief. Henry was fine. David had barely come to stop before Henry was out of the cab and jumping into her arms.

“Emma!” Henry exclaimed. “You did it!”

“Yeah, kid. We did,” Emma replied, tears threatening spill onto her cheeks as she held her son close.

David climbed out of the truck, grinning as well. He didn't say anything; he just wrapped his arms around her and Henry for a long moment. When he released her, Emma nodded at him, letting him know that they would talk later. She was a bit nervous to have a private conversation with her father. She and David hadn't had the best relationship before, and judging from what little she knew about who he really was, she had seriously misjudged him.

Emma gently disengaged herself from Henry and brought David to where Hook lay. Together, they lifted Hook and laid him the bed of the truck. Once the pirate was situated and Emma checked his makeshift bandage to make sure it was still in place, she joined Henry and David in the cab. Minutes later they pulled up in front of the apartment she shared with Mary Margaret. Emma was surprised to see Dr. Whale there when they arrived. Nor did she miss the curt nod between her father and the doctor. Obviously, something happened while they were gone, another thing that Emma would need to ask David about later.

Emma and David carried Hook into Emma's bedroom and laid him on the bed. They left Dr. Whale to do his work on the still unconscious pirate. Emma collapsed on the couch, suddenly she was exhausted. The events of the last few days had taxed her reserves like nothing else ever had. Emma didn't even remember falling asleep.

When Killian next opened his eyes, he was very disoriented. The last thing he remembered clearly was lunging at Emma and Snow. Everything after that was either blurry or blank. He took stock of the room he was in, trying to figure out where he was. The bed was soft and very comfortable; it was the first bed he had slept in...well, he wasn't sure how long it had been. The room was semi-dark; it was difficult to make things out. When Killian tried to rise, pain shot through his shoulder. He looked down at his chest and saw the bandage. He must have gotten struck by some of the flying glass, but Killian was damned if he could remember it. Obviously sitting up – especially unassisted – was out. Killian cast his eyes about the room once more. Finally on the nightstand he got his answer. There was a picture of Emma and Snow; the two women smiled back at him in what could only have been happier times. It was a beautiful rendering; they looked exactly as they did in life. Killian didn't know how that was accomplished, not even the greatest portrait painters could be so exact.

Awkwardly, Killian reached over and lifted the portrait off the nightstand. His shoulder throbbed, but he managed to ignore it. He was mesmerized the smile on Emma's face. It was something he had yet to see; her whole face lit up when she smiled.

“You might want to put that back before my mom wakes up,” a voice said.

Killian was so startled he nearly dropped the picture. He recovered in seconds, lowering the picture to his chest to see his visitor. It was a young boy who couldn't have been older than ten. He leaned in the doorway with his arms crossed. Killian could see traces of Emma in the boy's face; this must be the son she spoke of when they were climbing the beanstalk.

“You must be Emma's son,” Killian replied.


“Well, Henry, you're a brave lad to keep watch over me.”

Henry smiled. “You don't seem very scary. So far anyway. Besides, my mom's in the next room. She's got her gun.”

Killian laughed. Yes, this was definitely Emma Swan's son. Killian moved to adjust the blanket that covered him. He was unprepared for how Henry's eyes nearly bugged out of his head when he did.

“Holy crap!” Henry exclaimed. “You're Captain Hook!”

“So you've heard of me as well. I must have quite the reputation in your world.”

Henry stared at the hook for a long second before turning and running from the room. That was unexpected. Killian hadn't meant to scare the boy. Henry was back seconds later, however. He was carrying a large book under his arm, which he laid down on the bed next to Killian. Feverishly, Henry rifled through the pages looking for something. When he found what he was looking for, Henry held the book up to Killian in triumph. Killian looked at picture of himself and that blasted fairy, Tinkerbell. But how had that gotten to Emma's world? Especially since as far as Killian knew, it was a world without magic.

“Have you really been to Neverland?” Henry asked excitedly. “What about the Lost Boys? And Peter Pan?”

Killian smiled at Henry's obvious enthusiasm. “Tell you what, Henry. You fetch me a drink and I'll tell you all about my adventures in Neverland.”


Once Henry had gone, Killian put the picture of Emma and her mother back on the nightstand. Until he could speak to Emma herself, he figured it would be a good idea to get into her son's good graces. It could go a long way in gaining her trust if he showed an interest in her son. He didn't know why that was so important to him, but he had saved her life. That had to count for something, right?

Killian was telling a story about one of his entanglements with the pesky Peter Pan when Emma appeared in the doorway. She looked half surprised and half resigned to seeing Killian with her son. But she wasn't verbally attacking him yet, so Killian chose to interpret that as a good sign.

“Good morning, love,” he said.

“It's afternoon actually,” she replied.

Henry ran over to his mother and hugged her tight. “You're awake,” he said, clearly relieved.

“Sure am, kid,” she said as she released him. “Didn't someone tell you not to bother our guest?”

“But Emma, it's Captain Hook! He was telling me all about Neverland.”

“So I see. Could you go check on Mary Margaret for me, Henry? I need to talk to Killian.”

Killian realized with a jolt that that was the first time she had said his name – his real name and not that ridiculous moniker – out loud. He tried not to read too much into it though; she was probably just trying to be polite in front of Henry. But still. It was something.

After Henry left, Emma shut the door. She turned to face Killian. Her eyes were wary and uncertain, much like they had been when she left him with the giant. He could read her well enough to see that part of her very much wanted to trust him, but she just couldn't bring herself to do it. Again, he cursed the person that did this to her.

At last, she spoke. “Why'd you do it, Hook?”

He knew exactly what she was asking. The problem was that he didn't really have an answer; at least not one that Emma would want to hear. In his head, a voice said he knew exactly why, but that was ridiculous, wasn't it? So he decided to play dumb instead.

“Well, Emma, Henry can be quite persistent, you see. He threatened all sorts of tortures if I didn't talk.”

Emma half smiled. “I wasn't talking about Henry; although we'll talk about that little display too. The short version of that is: stay away from Henry. Until I can figure out what to do about you.”

Killian smirked. “I can think of a few things we could do.”

Emma rolled her eyes. She took Henry's place in the chair next to the bed. “I'm serious, Hook. Why did you save me? Because I'll be damned if I can figure it out.”

“Would you rather I hadn't? Bit late for that, darling.”

No! Of course not. I'm just...confused. I mean, I left you up there with that giant. You were furious.

That was the point Killian kept returning to as well. He had been furious. He had been prepared to make Emma pay for leaving him alone with the giant after he had risked his life to help her get that bloody compass. But when Cora threatened her life all that evaporated. All that mattered in that moment was keeping her alive. So he replied with the only answer that made any kind of sense to him.

“It was the honorable thing to do.”

“Honorable?” Emma shot back. “What does a pirate know about honor?”

“Believe it or not, love, pirates do have a code.”

“A code for what? How to steal and pillage?”

Killian chose to ignore that. “Emma, listen to me,” his voice serious. “Cora was going to kill you. You heard her at that cottage. She only needed a few drops of your blood to open the portal, but it didn't matter. She wasn't going to let you leave that forest alive. Now if you have a better idea about what I should have done in that moment, I am all ears, love.”

It was the best he could do. He couldn't explain to her what he did not yet understand himself. How could he tell her that the idea of her death had filled him with dread? That it caused his stomach to drop? She hadn't recognized the look in Cora's eyes; Killian had. It took a killer to see it and Emma Swan was no killer. But Killian was. He'd killed his fair share in the last three hundred years.

Emma sat there, clearly speechless. The silence dragged on uncomfortably. Killian tried not to fidget under Emma's wide eyed stare. If she was going to turn him out, he wanted to at least maintain his dignity. But when he shifted his weight, pain shot through his shoulder again and he winced.

That finally snapped Emma out of her trance. “Does that hurt?” she asked somewhat unsteadily, nodding at the bandage.

“I've had worse,” he replied, relieved that she was speaking again.

“You should probably have that bandage changed. I think Dr. Whale left some stuff here; I'll be right back.”

Now Killian truly didn't expect Emma to return. He knew a frightened animal when he saw one. But to his surprise, she did return. Her face was composed; her mask firmly back in place. When she sat down, Emma studied his shoulder critically. He was still wearing his tattered shirt, but it had taken a beating. There was a large tear where the glass shard had been ; the edges were crusted with dried blood.

“Damn, there's nothing for it. Hold still,” she said. Emma took a deep breath and grabbed the remains of his shirt, tearing through the fabric. As gingerly as she could, Emma pulled the ruined pieces away from his torso and threw them on the floor. She had managed to avoid touching his skin, but now she had no alternative. Killian grinned.

“Like what you see, love?” he asked, teasing.

“Nothing I haven't seen before, Hook,” she replied without missing a beat. There was the Emma he knew.

“So you regularly have shirtless pirates in your bed? This is your bed, isn't it?”

“You were too heavy to carry upstairs. You might want to watch what you eat from now on.”

“Darling, I am wounded. Is this how you honorable types treat the man who saved your life?”

Emma rolled her eyes again. “Just hold still.”

“As you wish.”

Carefully, Emma pulled off the old bandage. She tossed it into a bucket on the floor, then refocused on his shoulder. “Looks like you took a couple of stitches,” she said. “But it doesn't look infected or anything.”

“I'm going to assume that is good news?”

“It's definitely better than the last time I had stitches. I was fifteen. Took a nasty fall in my high school swimming class. I lacerated my scalp. Took ten stitches. And then it got infected. Not a fun time.”

“You can't swim?”

“What? Of course I can swim! Class was mandatory. Anyway, why am I telling you this?”

Killian smirked. That was the second time she had shared something about herself without meaning to.“You brought it up, princess.”


Emma took a wet cloth and cleaned up the dried blood around his wound.. As she did, she laid a hand on his should to hold him still. His skin tingled where she touched him. To his surprise, his breath caught in his chest. He looked at her with a raised eyebrow. Emma quickly pulled her hand away, the barest hint of pink tinting her cheeks. So. She had felt it too. Emma ignored his smirk as she raised the clean bandage up; Killian reached out with his good hand and stopped her.

“Not going to kiss it and make it better?” he asked, innocently.

Emma huffed. “Seriously?”

“What? Is that such an unreasonable request?”

“You're a grown man, Hook. And I haven't even done that for Henry!”

“Afraid?” Killian challenged.

Emma narrowed her eyes. He knew she wouldn't be able to resist the challenge. She was a tough, stubborn lass. “Fine.”

Emma placed the bandage down on the nightstand. Then she leaned toward him, her golden hair slipping underneath his chin and pressed her lips to his skin. The tingling he felt earlier was nothing compared to the feel of her lips on his chest. All to soon she pulled away and stared at him. He was just about to break the silence when Emma said, “Screw it.” Then she lunged toward him, capturing his mouth with hers. Killian's surprise nearly overwhelmed him, but he recovered, his good hand tangling in her hair. He kissed her back fiercely, his tongue swiping across her lower lip demanding entrance. She surprised him again, opening for him eagerly. He felt her arms go around his neck as she raised herself up from her chair and joined him on the bed. Their tongues wrestled for dominance, neither willing to back down. She was warm and passionate and fit against him like she was meant to be there always. It was like nothing Killian had felt in his three hundred years. And he was sure that if he lived another three hundred he'd never feel it again.

When air finally became imperative, Killian slowly peppered Emma's throat with kisses. She panted in his arms. “Killian,” she breathed.

“Hm?” he murmured. He stroked her back with the curved edge of his hook absentmindedly. A few seconds later, Emma froze.

“Oh my god,” she said, in horror. Killian's face fell. The frightened animal was back.

“Emma,” he began, but she never let him finish. She tore herself out of his embrace and ran.

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Angel... Dark Wings Descending...angel_in_tears on November 13th, 2012 04:27 am (UTC)
But omg, Aurora and Mulan! I hope they're okay. And I hope Cora is dead haha.
I really love this fic, I can't wait to see what happens next!
michellemtsu: OUAT - Hookmichellemtsu on November 13th, 2012 04:44 am (UTC)
Thanks! :D
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michellemtsu: OUAT - Hookmichellemtsu on November 13th, 2012 10:59 pm (UTC)
Thank you! We might be without Mulan and Aurora for a while, but never fear. ;)
elizasparrowelizasparrow on November 15th, 2012 05:34 pm (UTC)
WOW!!! That was pretty HOT!!! And cute too :) LOVED the Henry/Hook scene! I really need them on my screen NOW <3 Still loving the Snowing/Captain Swan parallels and the "like what you see" line from the art ;)