I Trust You: Captain Swan (1)

Him?

OUAT Ch11

Picture is pretty self explanatory. I'm too sad to explain. This chapter hits you right in the feels.

(Emma)

At first I sense nothing, but then, as if it was always there, I can hear the steady beeping of some machine. However, I can not see anything, so I have no clue where it is coming from.

No, I can see. I'm staring at a bright white light. Maybe a wall. Or just that, a light. It's impossible to tell.

Nothing touches my body. As if I'm floating in mid air, but no wind blows around me. Or maybe I just can not feel the surface on which I'm laying.
There is only one thing I'm sure of, there's a throbbing, a vibrating, that shakes my whole mind. Whether it is in my mind, or something is actually shaking me, that I do not know. Maybe I'm stuck somewhere. In a dream land. It has happened before, not to me, but Henry, Snow, and David.
I came this close to being put under one. It was when Regina and I had that talk about Henry, that we were both his mom. I told her I would be around for a while. That I was not leaving his life again. On my way out she gave me an apple turnover. I thought nothing of it. Just said thanks and left.

At my moms apartment, who at the time was just Mary Margret to me, I set the turnover on the table and unwrapped it. As Henry walked in I asked if he wanted any.

He shouted at me , "Where did you get that?"

I was shocked but tried to understand why he was upset , "Relax, kid. It's from Regina. She apologized." I was just about to take a bite.

"No! You can't eat that!" He grabbed it from my hands. "Can't you see? She's poisoned it!"

I looked at him like he was crazy, then let the sympathy through, into my emotions. "Henry I know that this curse... You believe strongly in it, but this- this is taking it to far."

He shakes his head, "I'm sorry, but I've got to prove it to you." The. He takes a bite of the turnover.

I smile when he is chewing and nothing happens, "See, it's just a-"

He fell to the floor and dropped the turnover. "Kid? Kid. Henry!"

After reliving the moment, I'm back to the blank white place. The brightness is gone, but it's still solid, white, and boring.

I try convulsing a muscle, releasing a breath, blinking an eye, nothing happens. I accept the fate I am facing and relax, if it's possible to in the state I am in.

I let the memories come.

This time in talking with Hook. We are in some castle.

"Your a bloody genius Swan." He says. His face, in that old pirate smirk.

For an unknown reason I'm frowning. Then I feel my hands move, not controlled by myself. They close the handcuff around his wrist. Chaining him to the wall.

His face, filled with some broken emotion. He knows what I'm doing, but still does not believe. "Swan? .. What are you doing?" He said hesitantly.

"I still can't trust you. You work for Cora. I'm doing this to get back to my son. Can't risk it." I turned around slowly and winced as I walked away.

His shouts filled the air, "Swan?"
"Swan!"
"SWAN!"

Then back to the white. Memory, white. Memory, white. It could've been hours. Maybe it's only been minutes. There's no way to tell.

Tired of the constant flashbacks then this empty place, I try and look around. But everywhere I look is the same. Then something catches my eye. At first I can't be sure if this is a flashback, or I just never noticed it here. But no doubt about it, where ever I am, there is an air vent in the top corner of the white.

Am I really just staring at the ceiling? Have I been here the whole time?

What even happened? The last thing I remember doing was trading my car for his ship.
His ship? My brain acts as if I know who I am talking about, but I can not picture the mysterious him.

Maybe trading my car was a flashback, or maybe I've been in this hospital for months. Am I in New York? No I must be in Tallahassee.

Then, over the white ceiling, well what I believe is a ceiling, a blurry image appears. As if a tv in slow motion, or rewind, or maybe fast forward, the black image moves around. The first thing I can make out is the mouth. It is opening and closing quickly. Talking, but no sound comes out. Or maybe I just can't hear it.

Then the jaw, it fades up, creating a nose as the picture grows. The chin has black stubble. It must be a man. Next the hair appears, black and spiky. The last part of the picture is the blue orbs that take my breathe away. Now I notice, they are the only color I can remember seeing, ever. The flashbacks were all black and white. Everything else still is, except his eyes. Eyes show a small fraction of our souls. And his eyes. They're broken.

Who is this?

Finally I can see the full picture. However, one minuet it's moving around, silently shouting at me. Then it's in slow motion crying over me. His face is filled with rage one minute. Shouting words I can not hear. Then he stops, his face filled with sorrow and he sucks in the breathes. One thing that remains the same in both of his moods, are his eyes. They stay the same. Filled with tears. And broken.

Maybe its him.

Another face appears. The expression is laced with authority. It drags the blue eyed man away. He turns at shouts out something. I would give much to hear just that phrase at least. His words seem like they would be filled with passion. I try and call out to the man. Tell him that it's okay if he stays. That I want him too, even. But nothing comes from my tries. The picture is the boring white again. Not even the air vent is there.

And that's the last I see of him.