On Stranger Tides

Chapter 13

"Emma!?" Queen Elsa questioned looking at the rather pregnant teenager. "Is that you, what happened?" Emma stared down at her feet embarrassed to be knocking on the door of another royal for help. 

"It's a long story, that I am sure to tell you, but first I need your help."

"Of course anything," Elsa told her. Emma was glad she came here, Elsa was one of the only people who could relate to her, they were both different. They have been friends ever since they were young, although Elsa was four years older than her. Emma helped her through controlling her powers and the loss of her parents not too long ago. She was the one person she could trust with keeping her secret as she had one as well. Elsa let Emma inside the large palace doors and into the warm entry, winter was getting worse by the minute in Arendelle. Elsa then led Emma further inside to a sitting room with a fireplace, marble floors, and many bookshelves, filled to the brim. 

"You have to promise not to tell anyone about this including my parents, do you promise Elsa?"

"Anything Emma," Elsa said nodding her head. But the queen couldn't erase the look of concern from her face.

Emma was brief in her words. "I ran away with someone, someone I thought I could trust and someone who I loved. Obviously, he didn't feel the same way and left me alone in Neverland. Peter Pan had told me he owed him a debt and was to never leave the island. On the island I also realized I was pregnant, so I escaped and wrote to my parents saying I was staying with you when I've been staying in an inn down the street. It's almost time for the baby to come and I don't know what to do, Elsa. I'm scared." Emma finished and stifled a sob.

"You should have come to me sooner, Emma. I would have helped you in any situation. Just how you have done for me. I won't tell anyone, but you're staying with me until the baby arrives and we will figure something out, alright?" Elsa said as Emma just nodded her head.

"Thank you, Elsa, for everything."

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Emma awoke to the morning sun lighting the room. Beside her Killian still slept, peacefully. Emma watched him for a moment, she noticed a small crease on his forehead that must only be there in his sleep and his slow soft breaths. She expected him to snore, but he had an entirely different demeanor to him in his sleep. He looked calm and welcoming, something you wouldn't expect upon meeting him for the first time. She stared for a while, almost memorizing each indent in his beautifully carven face. A scar was left faded across his right cheek and Emma wondered where it came from. His eyes began to flutter and Emma sprang quickly from the bed, not wanting him to know she had been staring. She walked to the small vanity in the room and grabbed the hairbrush that was left upon it and began to pull it through her unruly waves, looking away from Killian as he sat up in bed.

"Good mornin' love." He said in a rather sleepy voice that Emma couldn't help but like. He smiled at her. 

"Good morning Captain, how did you sleep?" She asked putting down the hairbrush and moving her glance towards his. She noticed that his hair stood in many different directions and he looked very disheveled.

"Rather well, considering I had a snoring beauty next to me." Emma looked at him as if she were offended.

"I do not snore!" She said raising her voice a little.

"You do love, just a little. But I don't mind, I think its rather cute." He replied smiling. 

"So when are we heading out?" Emma asked wondering how they were going to make it out of here without anyone recognizing who she is.

"I think we should start getting ready to leave soon, I'll go wake up the men and pay and I'll come back to get you. Make sure your cloak is over your head." He said sitting over the side of the bed and started pulling his boots on. Emma nodded her head as he got up and slowly made his way toward her giving her a quick kiss on the forehead before exiting the room. Emma sat there alone for a second before she got ready. She pulled on her stalkings and shoes before putting on her red cloak and adjusting it over her head. Hook came back into the room minutes later and grabbed his leather jacket draped across the chair. "Ready, love?" Emma nodded her head and followed him out the door with her head down. But the second she looked up a housekeeper was right in front of them. Emma couldn't help but stare for a moment at the old woman, startled.