The Aftermath

Ch2: Tender lovin' me Captain

Because people actually liked it here is chapter 2!

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)"Now darlin', there is no need to attack me. I need ye to calm down, 'k love?" Uma blinked and said: ) " H-h-harry, I'm so-o sorry that I failed you. I los-st, and doomed the crew. How can I ever look-k them in the eye again?" Harry reached for her hand. He was shocked by how cold she was. He waded until he was in front of the rock and picked her up. Uma always had been small and a lightweight but this time it was worse. She hadn't been eating out of stress over her plan and while Harry carried her bridal style he could feel her ribcage pressed against his chest. Harry felt like pulling his hair out. His dear Uma was underweight and seeing the blood on her dress also wounded. Harry carried her all the way to his cabin. He saw that Uma knew that it wasn't her cabin but she kept quiet and just clinged closer to Harry. Because as much as Uma kept him safe and sane, Harry meant the same to her. He made her feel home when she felt lost. Uma didn't really understand love but she knew that was what she felt for Harry. When she imagined her future he was always in it.  Uma was so disappointed that she screwed up this chance for them, for her whole crew, for the innocent on the Isle that she didn't even notice her physical injuries.

But that she hasn't doesn't mean anyone else hasn't noticed them. Harry was worried sick. They had crossed one pedestrian on their way to the cabin and Harry vowed to himself that he would threaten the poor unfortunate soul who had seen them. But not now, no he would threaten the poor thing later. Because now Uma was all he could think about. They had reached his cabin. Harry layed Uma on his bed. Uma gave him a skeptical look. "You know I can still stand or even walk right? I'm not even injured so sure, it's cute that you're worried Hook, but you can tone it down a bit." Harry just shrugged. "Take yer dress off" he ordered. Uma was shocked. "Excuse me?!" she spat. "Ye can't sleep in that and I 'ave to clean yer injuries." he said. After a bit of arguing Uma finally listened. Harry spared her modesty by turning around and giving her his last shirt. He'd just do it with the one he's wearing then. He didn't care. The only problem was that Uma did. Harry decided that he'd avoid the problem by telling her she could repay him later. "Just buy me a T-shirt when we reach Bore-adon, love. And no, we're not talkin' 'bout that now." He was just in time. Uma had already opened her mouth to tell him how that would never happen because she failed but now she just closed it. She decided to put on the shirt. That's when she finally saw all the wounds. It wasn't nothing to bad, just some fleshwounds. Harry turned back around and tried not to notice that even though his shirt was a bit too big for him and even like a dress for Uma, it still showed a lot of skin that he usually didn't see. He felt the heat rise to his cheeks but he ignored it. Uma had a very similar problem. She slowly gained a tomatoe like colour, especially when her first mate began patching up her legs. This was until he added the stinging alcohol from the first aid kit they stole a while again. Her embarrassment quickly dissapeared. After Uma was all patched up Harry stood up again. Uma suddenly pulled him close and hugged him. "Thank you Hook, for everything." She tried to thank him like it meant nothing but they both knew that it in fact did mean something. Uma started tearing up, not caring that Harry could see it. Harry wanted to comfort her, but children of the isle never learned that kind of stuff.  So he just did the one thing that he knew might work. He kissed her.
And Uma kissed back. It felt like fireworks were exploding in Harry's heart. Uma pulled away from the kiss. "Can I stay here tonight, Harry? I don't feel like being alone." She asked. He answered, a big smile plastered on his face. "I wouldn't care if ye stayed forever, love"
"But we're not going extra bases, Hook."
"I wasn't plannin' on usin' ye, Captain" he answered. "I'll just wait 'till the next time ye knock on me door, love. 'Cuz we both know ye want to hit this." "Hook! Behave yourself. You know my rule, no sailer talk when we're not sailing." Harry just grinned. "I'm sorry, love. Did I offend ye? Let me make it up to ye." He kissed her hand. "Harry Hook, you're lucky  you're a pretty boy and a not too sucky first mate" Harry pretended to be offended when he answered. "Is that all ye like me for? I'm offended, darlin'." Uma laughed. "Hmm, no Hook, you have more qualities I can live with. That's why I love you." Uma suddenly stopped laughing. She didn't mean to say that. On the Isle emotions are a weakness. Giving into emotions is even worse. Confessing your love to someone could be a death sentence if the wrong person heard you. Harry's eyes widened after her accidental confession. "It's a good thing I love ye too then, isn't it?" Uma was relieved. She gave him a swift kiss. "I guess it is." "Ye're tired aren't you?" And like that Harry picked her up again. If it was someone else Uma would have killed him. But this was Harry so a simple slap was good enough. Harry wasn't bothered. He lay her down onto the bed and hopped in. He took of his hook and hat and put them next to the bed. He wrapped his arms around a very sleepy Uma and gave her a kiss. "Sleep tight my love." They fell asleep, Harry shielding her from the cruel world that was outside their shared bed. And they got the best sleep they've had in a while.