Hope: A Captain Swan Fanfiction

Chapter 6

        Neal placed a new coffee cup in front of Emma, who had just slid into the booth after going home and changing clothes. “Sorry about earlier”, he said carefully, as if he had to plan his words to make her actually listen to what he had to say.

        Emma just shook her head, taking a sip of the coffee. “So. What were you saying about Hook earlier?”

        He sighed. “I was once a Lost Boy. I know my way to Neverland and I can get you to him.”

        Emma’s face lit up at the fact that there was even some sort of hope of seeing Killian. She had grown as hopeless and one could, but now…now was her chance.

        “So…are you willing to do what you have to to see him?” he prompted.

        “As long as I can see Killian again, I’m willing to do what it takes.”

        “Great”, Neal smiled. “All we need is a bean and a ship.”

        Emma thought hard. Of course, there was an entire field of beans they had access to, but she didn’t have any ship. She was eager to see Killian, though. One step at a time, she thought. First the bean…then the ship. “No problem”, she smiled. “There’s a bean field a few miles east of here. We can just take one from there.”

        “Great. Let’s get going then”, Neal said, throwing his scarf over his shoulder as he stood up, ready to leave as quickly as Emma was.

        Emma grabbed her coffee cup, standing up and following behind Neal. She was so hopeful now. It might be a difficult fight, but if it wasn’t going to be difficult, it wasn’t worth fighting for. Or at least, that’s what she’d always heard. And she was going to stick to that principle.

        Suddenly, like a vacuum, all of the hope had been sucked out of her as she pressed her hand to the door that Neal was holding open. There was a sharp pang in her chest, causing her facial expression to shift to one filled with worry. Something felt wrong. She didn’t know what exactly what it was, but something wasn’t right.

        “You okay?” Neal said, noting the concern on her face.

        “Yeah…yeah I’m fine”, she lied. “Let’s just go.”

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        “Pan”, Hook grumbled, holding onto the jail bars.

        Peter Pan paced in front of the cell, smirking. “This glorious day has finally come! I, Peter Pan, have captured Captain Hook! Oh, the Lost Boys are going to love this.”

        Killian’s nostrils flared, clearly not amused. He was the one being held captive now. Usually, it was the other way around. “Where is Tink?” he practically yelled.

        “Oh Tink? What about her? She’s with me of course. Tink!” he shouted, echoing across the cave walls.

        Tink was different. Instead of being her small, fairy-like self, she was full size now. She still had wings, she was still a fairy, but now she was only a couple of inches shorter than Pan. That wasn’t all that was different, Killian discovered, when Tink kissed Peter Pan’s cheek.

        Suddenly, Killian’s mind was racing backwards, way back into the past.

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