Dreams (Delusion)

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Take this chapter as compensation for my failure as a Wattpad writer. Please don't be too mad at me but if you want to yell at me in the comments it's okay I deserve it. I love you guys and I promise I'll do better!
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"I can't believe this."
If looks could kill, he would have dropped dead right then and there.
"Shut. The hell. Up." She snapped.
He grinned and sat down next to her cross legged on the ice.

"You know, you could have just said you'd never been ice skating before, you didn't have to lie to me about your father taking you every winter," he said, trying to keep the laughter out of his voice, knowing it would just piss her off more, and she already looked like she wanted to skewer him for laughing.

She muttered something under her breath that sounded slightly obscene.

"Sorry, what was that?" He smiled.
"I said I didn't lie you littl-"
"Woah there Swan," he chuckled.

He smirked thinking about what she had just said. She didn't lie, which means she had been ice skating before and she still toppled over after a few seconds on the ice. But come on, Emma Swan, the best of anyone at anything, was terrible at ice skating.
He smiled again and got to his feet, with remarkable easy considering he hadn't ever gone ice skating before. He could feel her eyes on him, squinting at how easily this was coming to him.

"I hate you with a passion," she groaned, crossing arms and looking away from him.
This was too precious.

"Come on Swan! You can do it. It's not that hard. Look."
He swirled in a figure eight keeping perfect balance.

She narrowed her eyes.
"It's balancing a persons entire weigth on two blades about a eighth of an inch think. On ice. Slippery, breakable ice."

"Well if you can't to it at least admit it," he mocked, knowing that if anything got her going, this would be it.

He was right.

"I'm going to kill you."
"You have to catch me first!" He sing songed gliding a few meters away.

She let out a sigh and very carefully got to her feet. She got halfway there before hitting the ice again. She tried again and this time stood up straight. Her legs looked like they were wobbling.

"That's it Swan!"
He skated close to her until he was feet away. He speed up and rushed past her, which caused her to stumble and fall on her rear.

"Sorry Swan!" He called over his shoulder.

No answer.
He turned, but to his surprise there was no one on the patch of ice.

"Swan?" he said curiously. Where the hell could she have gone?

He turned again just to be hit with a very fast very blond hurricane. The force knocked his over, and the hurricane toppled over as well on top of him. His back hit the ice, hard , but he was more concerned with the blond hair blocking pretty much everything else.

"Sorry Captain."

She lifted her head to look him in the eye and she was grinning, hair a mess but beautiful as ever.

"Jesus Emma, you learn quick," he scoffed unbelieving.
She smirked.
"You insulted my pride. Nothing is a bigger motivator than a wounded ego."

She looked so proud of herself for taking him down and her eyes glinted emerald in the  gray light, her breath white against the air. Her chest heaved against his and he was very aware of the inches, of the centimeters between their bodies. She looked as stunning as he had every seen her, and that was saying something. He never in a million years thought he could find this. Find this life with a woman he loved in a place that for once felt like home. Everyone said there was no such thing as a pirate with a home.

He loved proving them wrong.

He wrapped a strand of the long blond hair he loved around his finger, and he sensed her studying his face. He hoped she saw right through him, and maybe she did because she leaned down, closing the distance between them, until her lips met his. He captured her lips in a kiss and she let out a small sigh of content which lit a fire in his chest. Her hands came up and cupped the sides of his face as she pulled away only to lean in again. She tasted like the peppermint of the candy cane she insisted on buying for them both and smelled like her favorite cinnamon perfume. Her lips were soft against his and there was nothing, not one thing he would change about this moment.

She pulled away suddenly, and it took him a moment to adjust. The sun shone brightly above her, and her silhouette was the only thing he could see. He couldn't make out any of her features.

"I'm sorry."
She whispered the words like they hurt to get out, and it confused him.
"For knocking me over? Love, I've taken harder hits than that from your father alone."

He remembers her father punching him squarely in the face, and even though it had been years ago, he winced at the memory. It was much less painful to be on friendly terms with David.

But as a cloud shifts to cover the sun, her face comes into sharp clarity, and he wishes it hadn't. Because she is looking at him with such sad, heartbroken eyes, and he never wants to see that look on her face ever again.

"I should have listened. I'm so sorry I didn't listen to you."

Panic in his chest and a million terrified thoughts in his head.Something is horribly, horribly wrong.

"What do you mean? Emma, whats wrong?" He sits up, frantic.

That's when he see's the bullet wound in the center of her stomach and the blood that was not there seconds earlier.

"Emma!" He yells, horrified. How? How? How?
"Help!", he yells, "Help, someone please!"

Through his haze of panic, he feels Emma's hands cradle the sides of his face, forcing her to look at him even as her skin turns pale and her hands start to shake.

"Shhhh, everything is going to be okay. I promise."
He can't speak, can't move because something has happened to his body. The world fades into a blur, her face the only thing he can make out.

He is dying. He is sure of it. Because there could be nothing on earth that hurt as much as this.

"Emma please." He could barley speak the words, but he pleads with her. He doesn't know what he is asking for, but he begs.

"I love you Killian."
She smiles, and it breaks him in two. He is nothing but shattered bones and a half beating heart that has no idea how to work alone. Every second that passes seems to stab him in the back and all he can think is how? How could this happen? How could it let it happen? The tears on her face drop to the floor as her eyes flutter shut.

He doesn't even have time to cry out before she fades in front of his eyes, and he jolts awake, back into consciousness

End Note: Even I hate myself for that chapter. Seriously, what's wrong with me. It started as a one shot but then it evolved into this! Let me know if it worked!
Why is Hook having these dreams? Do they mean something? Is he going to tell Emma he is having them? Is he going to have more? YOU ShALL SEEEEEE!!!!!
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