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LOVED that fic Stelio, thanks for sharing
i thought you’d like it 🙂 there’s another part but I’ll post it later on
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“Are you bloody off your rocker?”
He doesn’t shout — even though she knows he wants to — but his voice is still an angry hiss. She doesn’t respond, keeps her expression neutral even when her chest tightens at the sight of him pacing restlessly in front of her.
“You’re mad,” he continues, pointing his hook at her. “You’re all mad! This is the worst possible idea! We can’t split up, not now-”
“This is the only option,” she interjects calmly.
“Oh, bollocks!”
Her eyes close and she reaches up to pinch the bridge of her nose as the frustration she’s feeling cracks her composure. “Hook-”
“No.”
“You are being ridiculously stubborn right now!” She faces off with him, her hands dropping to her waist and tries to focus on her simmering temper instead of the fear and worry that threatens to consume her.
“It takes one to know one!” He stops wearing a path in the floor to stand toe-to-toe with her.
Their eyes hold intensely — blue on green — and suddenly her heart softens at the emotions she sees reflected in his. He’s frightened, as frightened as she is, and she wants nothing more than to curl into him and never let go, though she knows if she touches him, she’ll lose it, so she holds it in and forces back the urge to soothe and be soothed. She sighs and scrubs her hands tiredly over her face before meeting his gaze once more.
“You’d do anything for me,” she says softly, matter-of-factly. The silence that follows remains for several moments and she can feel her stomach clench. “Please,” she whispers on a plea. “Do this one thing for me — protect my son.”
He sighs too, grumbles as he hooks her chin in his index finger and strokes over the dent there with his thumb. “You’re unfair, you know…pleading with those big, green eyes.”
The corners of her mouth tip up faintly and inside, the struggle to remain composed rages on. Her hands begin to tremble so she curls them into fists and keeps them tight at her sides. when he inches forward though, she stays in place, keeping her eyes on his.
“There’s no other way,” she tells him. “We won’t get another chance like this again-”
“And yet you wish to keep me from the battle, from your side.” His voice is broken, full of contempt and bitterness.
She shakes her head and finds her hand automatically reaching out to grasp onto his wrist, but before she can, she drops it. “No. No. It’s not like that. I am asking you to keep safe the most precious thing in the world to me.” She swallows thickly, the need to be honest suddenly fierce. “There’s no one else I would trust more-”
“No,” he cuts in, his eyes suddenly narrowing on her face. “There’s something else.” His resolve crumbles as he suddenly seems to understand and his hand cups her cheek then. “I know you…what is it?”
Again, she moves her head back and forth. “It’s nothing-”
“Emma.”
That’s all it takes for her walls to come crashing down, her name said in just that quiet tone accompanied by that all too knowing look on his face. Perceptive bastard. She exhales heavily and tries to steady her suddenly erratically beating heart, moving away from him to the table across the room. She leans her hands against it — bracing, needing the support — and distracts herself as she studies the various maps and diagrams marked with handwritten notes and arrows and circles and various other things — strategic warfare planning. It all feels so…surreal and ancient and fairytale-like, which actually wasn’t all that odd, all things considering.
After a moment, she hears his boots click against the floor and turns her head slightly towards him when she feels him at her back. Her heart jumps into her throat as her body sways into him.
“Emma,” he says again, but softer this time.
“I’ll worry about Henry-”
“He’ll be perfectly safe. He’ll be well-guarded-”
“Not the way I want him to be,” she insists, unable to keep her thoughts from him any longer. “I’ll…I’ll be distracted on the field if I’m worrying about him.”
She turns abruptly, her eyes pleading with his. She’s a wide-open book and it terrifies her and shortens her breath but she needs to tell him the truth.
“I’ll worry about you, if you’re out there,” she finally admits. “Then I’ll just be doubly distracted and I can’t afford any distractions, not when we’re so close to defeating the witch…but this way…this way, I can kill two birds with one stone. You’ll both be safe- safer,” she changes the word at his look, “And I won’t worry about you two and I can get this done and send that bitch back to Oz once and for all, but at the same time…I’ll have you as a precautionary back-up to protect Henry, just in case.”
His eyes close and his hand pinches at the bridge of his nose, much like she had done earlier. “Oh, my darling…” He sighs once more and gently pushes her hair back from her shoulder. “And who’s going to worry about you?”
Her heart stutters in her chest and her smile is soft as warmth floods through her. “You will…like you always do, except now it’ll just be from a safe place.” His look is unconvinced and she takes a chance, resting her hand lightly against his arm. “I’m going to be fine-”
“You can’t be sure-”
“My magic strong. It will protect me.”
His hand travels down her arm to grip at hers and her fingers squeeze reflexively in response.
“I don’t like this.”
“I know,” she replies quietly. “I’m sorry.” And she is, but for once in her life she’s going to be selfish. She lowers head, averting her gaze from his too-blue eyes and studies her hand in his. “We have to go,” she says after a minute, ignoring the pang in her gut.
He doesn’t move, so she does it first, knowing that if she doesn’t, they’ll stand there indefinitely and they can’t because they’re running out of time. She backs away towards the door but before she can get too far, he tugs on her hand to bring her back. He raises their joined hands as she steps closer to him, presses his lips against them as he watches her.
“Be safe.”
Her body sags and her eyes close as she gives in to a moment of weakness and presses a kiss to his fingertips. “I will.”
Before she can change her mind, she closes the gap between them and gently touches her mouth to his. The warmth and light is instantaneous, internal yet all-consuming and she craves more. Her arms open, just as her heart does, and she wraps him in her embrace. Her hands delve into his unruly hair that she adores so much as she aligns her body to his and for one moment, everything is perfect in the world.
She can feel his arm snake around her waist to pull her closer, can feel his hand dancing up her back until he can cup the back of her neck. She sighs and simultaneously gives and takes, but the kiss is soft, a slow burn meant to soothe rather than ignite, and when he angles his head to deepen it just a fraction more, she can feel his heartbeat…not just against hers, but inside of her and it’s too much. She pulls away and touches her forehead to his while they catch their breaths.
“Emma,” he murmurs.
The words — those three little words — hang between them and she feels the prick of tears behind her eyes as well as the complete and utter surrender of her heart. “No,” she replies with a shake of her head. “Don’t. Tell me later. So I have something to look forward to.”
“Very well, then,” he answers, bumping their noses together before he tilts his head back just enough so that he can kiss her forehead. “As you wish.”
I guess we’ll just have to see, I’m hoping they rewrite it and change their mind about what they’re doing 😛
^^^^^ just to be clear our mods are pretty great here they do an awesome job of making sure things stay civil and everybody abides by the forum rules. The have their own opinions but they respect everyones and would never take disciplinary action based on some like a shipper bias.
It’s odd to me too, the last day Neal was seen filming he was up at the farm house next he’s in studio and not at the big showdown. We’ll just have to wait and see how filming goes next week. We know Lana showed up later that night but MRJ hasn’t been in any of the photos.
I admit, I’m crying over those photos from last night. I want them to reunite for real and this story looks like it’s going to be heartbreaking. Maybe Belle couldn’t look in Gold’s eyes (not in the photos from last night anyway) because she saw confusion, loss, etc…The only problem is, if he doesn’t remember her at all, why is he staring at her. Maybe Gold has some memories because his love for her is so great that he can never forget her?
You know what I bet he can see what he’s doing but he can’t stop himself. He’s like trapped in his own body. He probably can even speak and say what he wants but has no control over his actions 🙁
^^^ lol yeah that’s a pretty desperate thought why would they bring in a one time character to kill the show’s arguably most popular one? We’re trying to make the chat a better place for all fans but at times it’s a very SF heavy. We just have to try and be patient even when there’s stuff we don’t agree with and is at times comes off as ridiculous. I think Emma trusts Hook and that’s the only reason they’re camping on the beach, tying rope and making S’mores.
