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[unhand]

Who: Killian Jones and YOU!
Where: Outside the mansion staring moodily up at it
When: Monday 1/19
Rating: PG?
Summary: Killian Jones returns from his canon update. The "Captain Hook" name no longer quite applies.
The Story:

[Killian's in Wonderland again, though he has two hands now, and his clothes no longer look so outlandishly piratey. He's finally gone native in... well, his leather jacket's shorter. That's really the main difference.

This isn't where he's supposed to be, though it wasn't the first few times either. All he can think is that he's so glad he remembers it. He knows that will make Emma happy. Thinking of her lightens his heart for a moment and he strides towards the mansion, ready to find her, to ensure her he hasn't left her, not really, that he's still here and will be with her forever and never hurt her.

He reaches forward with his left hand to open the door, then... pauses.

Can he be certain he'll never hurt her? He knows most of his body wouldn't, but that hand of his... it hasn't been acting right ever since he got it back. He closes his fist and slowly lowers his hand.

No. He'll figure this out. But he can't seek her out yet. Not until he does. He takes a step back, looking up towards the floor where her room is.]

I'll come for you soon, Emma. I swear it.

Comments

[findyou]

[ Mary Margaret came back like they all said. One day her body disappeared and then she returned fully healed. She was back with him and he couldn't even focus on the fact that Regina had told him a serial killer took her life once already. Giants took it a second time. Twice his wife has been ripped from this world and it's starting to eat away at him.

He's taken to having a walk whenever stressed now. A patrol of sorts. Sword on his hip and sheathed. He hasn't seen Hook in days, but then again he hasn't actively sought out the man. Things have been more than a little crazy and it doesn't leave much time for socializing. Not that he really does much socializing with Hook. At least not lately. ]

You're not gonna start throwing rocks at her window now are you? There's a fifty fifty chance with Emma that she starts throwing them back.

[unhand]

[Killian turns towards him, raising an eyebrow.] Hardly. My talking phone has an Emma button if I wish to speak with her.

[He's figured out that much, at least.]

[findyou]

Just a phone, Hook. Just a phone.

[ Doesn't really need to have talking added to the front of it. ]

She taught you speed dial. Good. She teach you how to make uh--[ He tries to think of a way to put this for him. ]--other buttons call other people? You got a Neal button?

[unhand]

[Oh right, David missed Hook's misfired phone call to Emma. Hook... is okay with that.]

Aye, Neal showed me. These phones have a button for every resident as well as to speak to everyone at once.

[findyou]

[ Something he's likely incredibly happy with. No telling what kind of misfired phone call was happening. ]

That's a start. [ He's quiet for a moment. ] Why the hesitation? [ Another beat. ] In talking to Emma I mean.

[henrydaniel]

[Now that Wonderland has righted itself again, Henry is out and about, heading inside now from where he's been hanging out and reading comics in the garden until it's too dark. He's been trying to distract himself from the fact that Hook is gone, thinking about Hazel and how everyone she knew went home. What if that happened to him? What if all of his family left? He's lost in that particular worry when he very nearly runs right into the person that started the whole thought process.]

Hook! You're back. Wait, do you remember being here?

[And wow, hard not to miss that extra hand there.]

....What happened back home? [That grew an entire hand back????]

[unhand]

I remember, aye. Wonderland. Hey, lad. [He gives Henry a small smile when he sees where he's looking and raises his hand in a wave.] You mean this? Well, that's a long story.

[No it isn't. He just doesn't want to go into it. He's embarrassed about dealing with the Dark One especially since the cost seems to have been greater than he'd imagined.]

[henrydaniel]

[Well, the only answer is probably magic, and either it was his mom, Rumple, or a fairy. The look on Henry's face is very much worried, but instead he moves on a little.]

Something kind of happened while you were gone. My mom's fine, but...her mom died. She came back, since that's what happens here. I just know my mom, and she'll pretend like everything's okay, probably.

[Maybe Emma is okay, but Henry knows what it's like when a parent dies, even if they come back. And he's pretty sure Hook cares in a way that means he should know what happened.]

[unhand]

....Mary Margaret died? [Hook's forehead creases, and he looks back towards the mansion.] I'm sorry to hear it, lad. Even if she came back, that couldn't have been easy on any of you.

[henrydaniel]

It's kind of okay because she's back now. I guess that's one good thing about this place.[It's still terrifying though, but still. Focus on the positive.]

So, should I just call you 'Killian' now? You know, since the hook is gone.

[glasere]

[ he has two hands and ingrid knows what it means. she sighs a little sigh that doesn't show regret, mostly just a long-suffering sound that they would have to go through the tiresome villain act again. she truly didn't want emma to find out like this and she could kill him but death is not permanent in wonderland.

a shame, truly. ]

I'm sure the romantic sentiment would touch the hearts of many.

[ said from just behind him in the same faux!touched sort of way she always speaks. the one advantage of this is that she can discard the sweet ice cream lady aside. ]

[unhand]

You. [It comes out a low grown and he stalks towards her.] I didn't recognize you before. Why are you here?

[...why is anyone here Hook you dipshit.]

[undealt]

And what on earth has gotten you this maudlin, Captain?

[just the person he wanted to see. it hadn't escaped gold that hook had been missing for a bit, but he had either accepted he would return eventually or wouldn't, and both had their pros and cons. people from their world returning never brought good news and it's with a wary eye, he looks at the captain before his gaze shifts to the hand where a hook should be.]

Well. You finally asked, didn't you?

[unhand]

[Hook turns towards him and with a few fast paces he's upon Gold, delivering a super hard punch straight to the dark one's stupid face (atk nat 20, dmg 8). With his left hand because that one's so evil.]

What have you done to me?

[undealt]

[Yeah, that's gonna... break his nose, probably. Good thing you can heal, Gold.

He reels back, surprised, clapping a hand to his face as magic knits the broken bits together, but does nothing to wipe away the blood on his face.

It's only confusion and the fact that Hook- Jones- whatever- can't do anything to him that's permanent that keeps him from strangling the bastard.]

Aside from speak, which, while known to infuriate you, normally doesn't garner that much of a reaction?

[unhand]

My hand. [He glowers at Gold like what the fuck why are you looking so confused and surprised after their last conversation when he... remembers that in Wonderland, Gold probably doesn't know about that yet.

He holds up his fist.]

You... cursed it or something.

[Or it really is just evil, and the rest of his body can't accept it.]

[undealt]

[Gold has to compose himself- being punched doesn't really do much for his dignity- before he allows himself to piece together everything. Whether he remembers or not, he remains six steps ahead of the game, so if he gave Hook his hand back, then there was likely something else involved.

But not a curse- no, that's just gauche.

Ah, but he thinks he knows.] I may not remember what precisely I told you when we traded for that hand of yours, but I'm certain I mentioned side effects.

[belovedson]

Actually she’d probably be pretty happy if you went to her now.

[So says the peanut gallery. Neal’s wandering around by coincidence more than anything else. They’ve hit a dry spell in Wonderland’s brand of chaos, so it’s not like he’s got a ton to do to fill his time otherwise. Good thing too. Neal doesn’t get why Hook’s hesitating, but it’s not exactly normal—not to mention that Emma’s kind of got a thing about being abandoned. Yeah, it’s partly Neal’s fault, but all the more reason to give Hook a push, right?]

So what’s the hold up? I figured you’d be dying to see her after a trip home.

[unhand]

I just have something I need to take care of first. [He eyes Neal. He'd gotten used to seeing the other man around after being in Wonderland for as long as he had. After the trip home, it's newly a shock.] Don't look at me like that. I'll go to her soon.

[belovedson]

[Sorry not sorry, Hook. Blame the screwed up way time works between their world and this one for the shock. As for the look? That's totally deserved.]

Must be something pretty important. Anything you need a hand with? [...Maybe a bad choice of words. Neal glances down just out of habit, not actually having meant to make the crack. He stops short, however, when he realizes the signature hook isn't there.]

...How the hell did that happen?

[unhand]

That's what I need to take care of. [He sighs, looks around, then turns towards Neal.]

Your father restored it to me. Turns out he'd kept it all these years. [Which is... weird and creepy, but not the point.] Of course, as always when you're dealing with him, there was... a catch.

[cursebreaking]

[He doesn't have to seek her out. It's her that finds him, instead-- or more accurately, it's Lucky, catching a familiar scent and taking off at a run as he chases it down, pulling his leash right out of Emma's hand and leaving her in his wake.]

Lucky! Get back here, what are you--

[She breaks out into a run, chasing him, her own boots dashing the pawprints he'd left in the snow, and as she rounds the corner of the mansion to catch up with him, she finds herself halted all of a sudden: it's clear, now, why Lucky had taken off, because there he is, bobbing excitedly around a familiar figure, nosing at Killian's left hand.

-- his left hand? How had he-- but no, it's been a week, only a week, and that means he has to remember, something that gives her heart and a second wind. Within moments she's running again, unencumbered by the snow as she makes her way towards him.]

Killian!

[unhand]

Emma...

[The dog was warning enough, and he scratches Lucky's head with his brand new left hand as Emma approaches. This wasn't the plan. He needed to figure out what to do about the hand before he could face her again. It's all right, though. He can keep it under control. Long enough to talk to her at least. And maybe... do a bit more.

He brushes the dog off and races to meet her, catching her around the waist and pulling her into a kiss. It hasn't been so long since he last saw her, but around here? It may have been longer. He's happy to kiss her like he's missed her, since he always misses her when she's not around, even when it's only been a few hours.]

[cursebreaking]

[Lucky knows where he's not wanted, enough to give them some space. She meets him halfway and slides her arms around his neck almost effortlessly as they kiss; it's become commonplace enough that the motions are easy, natural, and her fingers find their way into the short hair at the back of his neck, burying themselves there for the duration. She doesn't let the kiss break until she absolutely has to, but even then, she doesn't go far.]

I was worried you'd gone home for good.

[Not that they both didn't want to go home-- but she wanted to do it together. All of them.

She leans in to kiss him a second time, but something registers and she stops herself short, instead seizing him by his left wrist, questioning.]

This-- how did this happen?

[unhand]

Like I could ever leave you for good. [He might not have had a choice, but that doesn't stop him from saying it. They'll find their way back to each other. It's what her family's good at.

His hand curls slightly, though he keeps himself from clenching it into a fist, instead looking up at her to smile.]

The Dark One. Perhaps he felt he owed me since he took it from me in the first place. [Or perhaps it was blackmail. Same thing, right?]