Waking Up [SwanQueen]

Chapter Twelve - Emma, Sunday 3pm

Henry and Emma sat on the couch playing video games while Regina locked herself in her study, attempting to catch up on her work since she had been home with Emma all week.

The sound of soft knocking at the front door went unnoticed at first by all members of the house. It wasn't until the knocking grew louder and more persistent that Emma jumped up. "I'll get it!"

Emma pulled the handle and swung the door open, taking in the sight of a one-handed pirate struggling to balance a large box of toiletries and clothing in his hand. Emma quickly grabbed the box from him in one swift motion and set it down in the foyer.

"Swan." He breathed out and let the grin show that was fighting to make an appearance at the sight of his girlfriend. "I figured you could use some of your clothes and your toiletries so you're more comfortable." Emma just nodded.

"If I forgot anything that you need, just give me a ring and I'll bring it over to you. May I come in and talk?" Hook asked, cautious not to cross any lines and overstep her boundaries.

"Henry is right in the living room so I don't think that's a good idea. But let's step outside." She gestured toward the front of the house and followed behind him as they stepped into the cold air.

"Swan, you don't have a coat on. You're going to get sick." The concern in his voice was evident but Emma just shrugged. "How are you feeling?"

"I am doing well. I got a few memories back. Nothing major. Just some things from when I first came to Storybrooke after Henry wandered off to find me in Boston."

"That's great, love. I'm so glad to hear that. Maybe soon, the rest of your memories will return and you can come live with me again. I really miss you. The house is lonely, especially since I'm still used to the company of my crew aboard the Jolly Roger."

"Right. Still having trouble with all of that. Although it's pretty evident judging by the hook where your hand is supposed to be..." Emma's voice trailed off and her gaze shifted down to the ground.

Hook laughed, "Swan, you're sharing a house with the Evil Queen and you're still having trouble grasping this?"

"Hey, it's a lot to take in. I'm handling this one day at a time." She argued but he didn't bother trying to find a rebuttal.

"Have you talked to your parents? David called me a handful of times asking if I heard any news. They're really worried about you, love. You should try reaching out to them."

Emma nodded, knowing it probably was the right thing to do but she knew she wasn't ready yet. "I will when I'm ready. You can let them know I'm okay and I'm sorry for pushing them away. I'm sorry for pushing you away, too." Although she tried to sound sincere, her voice sounded dull and monotone.

Hook reached his hand out and grabbed hers. She looked up to lock eyes with him and immediately realized something wasn't right. She felt nothing but emptiness. When she locked eyes with Regina, she felt warm, as if her dark eyes somehow mesmerized the blonde. Her heart raced and her nerves tingled. But mostly, she just felt safe. She immediately knew that this thing she had with Killian was all wrong. She yanked her hand out of his and sternly told him he had to go.

Hook protested. "Please, Swan. You don't have to push me away. I want to help you through this. You don't have to feel so alone."

"I don't feel alone. I have what I need." She cranked her neck to peer over at the front door, her mind flooding with thoughts of Henry and Regina again. Hook began to speak again but Emma didn't hear a word that left his mouth because she was already half way inside the house and clicking the door shut.