Co-authored Captain Swan Story
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katleeptThis is the first half of a story I'm writing with a lovely partner, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
stilinskiargent, for a challenge at the ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
lands_of_magic land comm. Her finishing half should be in later today, but as I've not read it yet, we don't have a title or rating yet. Here's our summary:
Her footsteps echo in the dark as she walks the deck alone, checking one last time by the light of the moon and her flashlight that everything is perfect. She doesn't remember the first ship well, and it certainly doesn't help that it was made a couple of hundred years before anything she could find in this world. Still, she's done what she can. It is no Jolly Roger, but Emma hopes Hook will like it.
She marvels again at everything he's done for her. He gave up his ship, his home, for her. He followed her through a portal and through her parents' adventure, only leaving her side twice, once when she sent him away and a second time to get help. He's certainly not the man she originally thought him to be, and she still can't quite decide how glad she is for that fact, and for him. She loves the tenderness of his embrace. She adores how he's always there for her, how he's proven himself time and again, but still she isn't sure if she's ready to give her heart.
She stops walking and looks around her with a smile. She is ready to give him this. It will never be the Jolly Roger. She can't get him his first ship back, but she can give him a home again. She can get him out of his small apartment at Granny's and off of her couch. She can give him back a piece of the life he had before, and something she herself values so greatly and has just found at last, a place to belong.
She clicks off her flashlight, pockets it, and descends from the ship by the moon's silver light. The moment she steps onto the dock, however, she knows she's not alone. One hand goes instinctively for her gun while the other reaches for her light. "Who's there?"
"Honestly, Swan." The roguish voice stills both her hands, but the smile she hears therein makes her blush lightly. She's glad it's still a dark enough night that he can't see the pink tingeing her flesh as she turns to face him. "You'd think a lady could stop going for her defenses every time she meets a man."
She watches him as he comes in closer to her. Part of her already wants to kiss him again, but even despite everything he's done for her, Emma's still scared. There's been two men before Killian who she thought she could love, and she's laid them both six feet under. She doesn't want to lose him, too.
"What are you doing out here alone at night, luv? Dock's a dangerous place for a woman." He smiles as she starts to remind him of how well she can handle herself. "I know you don't need my protection, but maybe you'll take my help? You got a new case?"
"No," she speaks softly, slowly, unsurely. She wanted to show him his new ship in daylight, when she could see his reaction and judge the truthfulness of his smile for herself, but now, suddenly, she's not so sure she's ready to give him the means to sail away from her. "I . . . I was going to give this to you in the morning," she blurts out, and as the moon slips free from a cloud, she sees his face fall. Her heart goes with it.
"What were you going to give me in the morning?" Killian asks slowly, telling himself it can't be what he thinks. She couldn't possibly have managed to afford a ship. It's not like Storybrooke pays their Sheriff that well, and although she is a Princess, her parents' fortune and castle were left back in their proper time.
"This," Emma speaks just as uncertainly, sliding to the side so that Hook can more clearly see the ship behind her.
"You bought me a ship." His voice is cold, emotionless.
She looks at him in surprise. "You don't like it?"
"I didn't think I needed one any more, and it's not as though the Jolly Roger's replaceable." His gaze is piercing as he locks eyes with her. "I gave my ship so I could have you in my life again, Emma." Realization strikes, and his hook rises just a little as the fingers of his one hand curl. He shakes his head. "I'm not going out of it again that easily, luv."
She blinks. "What do you mean?"
"I bloody well mean I'm not just going to sail out of your life!"
"I don't want you out of my life!" The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them. "You ungrateful rat!" she quickly adds, but the first words are still there, hanging between them in the night air that's suddenly grown colder.
To Be Concluded . . .
stilinskiargent, for a challenge at the lands_of_magic land comm. Her finishing half should be in later today, but as I've not read it yet, we don't have a title or rating yet. Here's our summary: Her footsteps echo in the dark as she walks the deck alone, checking one last time by the light of the moon and her flashlight that everything is perfect. She doesn't remember the first ship well, and it certainly doesn't help that it was made a couple of hundred years before anything she could find in this world. Still, she's done what she can. It is no Jolly Roger, but Emma hopes Hook will like it.
She marvels again at everything he's done for her. He gave up his ship, his home, for her. He followed her through a portal and through her parents' adventure, only leaving her side twice, once when she sent him away and a second time to get help. He's certainly not the man she originally thought him to be, and she still can't quite decide how glad she is for that fact, and for him. She loves the tenderness of his embrace. She adores how he's always there for her, how he's proven himself time and again, but still she isn't sure if she's ready to give her heart.
She stops walking and looks around her with a smile. She is ready to give him this. It will never be the Jolly Roger. She can't get him his first ship back, but she can give him a home again. She can get him out of his small apartment at Granny's and off of her couch. She can give him back a piece of the life he had before, and something she herself values so greatly and has just found at last, a place to belong.
She clicks off her flashlight, pockets it, and descends from the ship by the moon's silver light. The moment she steps onto the dock, however, she knows she's not alone. One hand goes instinctively for her gun while the other reaches for her light. "Who's there?"
"Honestly, Swan." The roguish voice stills both her hands, but the smile she hears therein makes her blush lightly. She's glad it's still a dark enough night that he can't see the pink tingeing her flesh as she turns to face him. "You'd think a lady could stop going for her defenses every time she meets a man."
She watches him as he comes in closer to her. Part of her already wants to kiss him again, but even despite everything he's done for her, Emma's still scared. There's been two men before Killian who she thought she could love, and she's laid them both six feet under. She doesn't want to lose him, too.
"What are you doing out here alone at night, luv? Dock's a dangerous place for a woman." He smiles as she starts to remind him of how well she can handle herself. "I know you don't need my protection, but maybe you'll take my help? You got a new case?"
"No," she speaks softly, slowly, unsurely. She wanted to show him his new ship in daylight, when she could see his reaction and judge the truthfulness of his smile for herself, but now, suddenly, she's not so sure she's ready to give him the means to sail away from her. "I . . . I was going to give this to you in the morning," she blurts out, and as the moon slips free from a cloud, she sees his face fall. Her heart goes with it.
"What were you going to give me in the morning?" Killian asks slowly, telling himself it can't be what he thinks. She couldn't possibly have managed to afford a ship. It's not like Storybrooke pays their Sheriff that well, and although she is a Princess, her parents' fortune and castle were left back in their proper time.
"This," Emma speaks just as uncertainly, sliding to the side so that Hook can more clearly see the ship behind her.
"You bought me a ship." His voice is cold, emotionless.
She looks at him in surprise. "You don't like it?"
"I didn't think I needed one any more, and it's not as though the Jolly Roger's replaceable." His gaze is piercing as he locks eyes with her. "I gave my ship so I could have you in my life again, Emma." Realization strikes, and his hook rises just a little as the fingers of his one hand curl. He shakes his head. "I'm not going out of it again that easily, luv."
She blinks. "What do you mean?"
"I bloody well mean I'm not just going to sail out of your life!"
"I don't want you out of my life!" The words fall out of her mouth before she can stop them. "You ungrateful rat!" she quickly adds, but the first words are still there, hanging between them in the night air that's suddenly grown colder.
To Be Concluded . . .
