Captain Swan One Shots

Trust Your Heart

Summary: Lucy tries to convince Officer Rogers that he is Captain Hook and that the blond woman in the storybook is his wife.

Rating:G

...Trust Your Heart: Part 1/1...

Rogers tossed and turned all night long. He couldn't rid himself of the image of the beautiful blond in the storybook. Why did she seem so familiar? Why did the sight of her make his heart race? Why did the mere thought of her make it hard to breathe?

He considered reading the book and looking at the rest of the pictures, but finally scolded himself for being silly. There was no curse. None of these people or their stories were real. This was fiction. It had nothing to do with the real world. It had nothing to do with him. And the beautiful woman was nothing more than a character in a book.

But still he couldn't force himself to dispose of the book as Ivy had instructed him. Something told him to hold onto it. So the following morning he placed it in his locker at work.

...

"Excuse me," the desk sergeant heard.

He looked up but saw no one. With a heavy sigh, he stood up and saw Lucy.

"Can I help you?"

"Yeah, I'm here to see Officer Rogers."

"It's Detective Rogers now. And who are you?"

She smiled brightly. "Lucy. His granddaughter."

He stifled a chuckle. This was the kid he'd heard about.

"His granddaughter? He's a bit young to have a granddaughter, don't you think?"

She shrugged. "Well, step-granddaughter actually. And he only looks young. He's actually a centuries old pirate."

The desk sergeant burst out laughing at that one. He shook his head and mumbled, "Rogers always attracts the crazies."

"I'm not crazy!" Lucy shouted, her brow furrowing angrily.

Just then, Rogers appeared by the desk.

"Hey, Rogers, this little girl says you're her grandpa."

Rogers stared at Lucy for a long moment. What was she talking about?

He walked over to her. "What are you doing here, love?"

"You have something that belongs to me."

"I was told to dispose of it."

"But you didn't, did you?" she asked, tilting her head.

He lowered his eyes to the floor.

"I knew it. You know something's not right. That's why you didn't get rid of it," she said excitedly.

"I saw no reason to dispose of a perfectly good book. I am going to donate it."

"Did you look through it?" she asked.

He dropped his gaze from hers again.

"You did." She paused and said softly, "And you saw her."

Rogers head snapped up. "What?"

"You saw her. The blond woman in the red leather jacket. She's the savior. Emma Swan."

Emma. The name rolled around his head and then slipped from his lips as it had done a thousand times before.

"Emma," he whispered.

"She's your wife, your true love," she said with a smile.

Wife? Is that why she evoked such a reaction in him?