So, this is part 1 of 2 of my Sick Swan two shot! I wanted a Sweet, Worried Hook. Don't worry, I plan on writing a sequel, which will have him be all snarky and overconfident...jay! So let me know what you think, but no flames. Only strong criticism, please. My motto is: don't like, don't read. I know I've got other stories to update, and I'm working on that, but I had to get this idea out of my head first. I hope y'all like it!

Love you guys!
Lily


Emma tossed her clothes in a corner of her apartment and made her way to the bathroom. Today had been a long day, and David hadn't even allowed her to go to work. Her dizziness had increased in just 12 hours, and that had been enough to convince her father that she should stay home.
Her father - the man was maybe two years older than she was which is why it was still weird to call him dad or anything. And Mary Margaret...she had 11 months on Emma. Eleven. No, Emma would not be calling them mom and dad for a very long time. She turned on the shower and grabbed onto the sink as another dizzy spell came over her. This sucked more than...well...being trapped on that damn beanstalk with HIM. The one and only guy who managed to get under her skin. He frustrated her with his snarky comments and seducing smirks, and those endless blue eyes in which she could easily drown...no! No thoughts like that, Emma, not now! She mentally chastised herself as she carefully stepped under the shower and closed the glass door. She moaned when the hot rays cascaded on her body and she closed her eyes. Of course, she should've known better than that. Her head started to swim and she lost her balance, crashing against the wall. This was too annoying!

"Fuck." she murmured, pushing herself back on her feet. This was not her day. She let the water cascade down her body, enjoying the heat in contrast to her cold body.

"You make it too easy for me, lass." A smooth voice startled her half to death, but the voice was too familiar to let that show. She hid every reaction from him expertly. "Leaving the door unlocked, how very unwise of you!" He grinned maliciously and shivers ran down her spine.

"Do I even want to know how you got in?" she snapped at him. He smirked and leaned against the sink, looking irritatingly handsome. She hated him. Sneaking in like this...not to mention she being naked!

"Pirate, love. I possess certain...skills." The innuendo dripped off his words.

"What are you even doing here, Hook?" She didn't even try to cover up. She wouldn't grant him something to smirk at.

"Oh, nothing much. Right now I'm looking at one fine piece of art." He winked. "And it's Killian, darling. Wouldn't kill you to call me that."

Her blood boiled and she wouldn't be surprised if steam erupted from her ears right then. "Look away, you pervert!" She realized this only gave him more to smirk at and push her a little further, but it was too late.

His smirk widened. "Don't worry, love. It's nothing I haven't seen before."

She wanted to yell at him, kick him, punch him. She really did. But her head began to spin and she swayed on her feet. "Emma!" he yelled, which was the last thing she remembered before everything went dark.

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Her ears were the first to spring back to life. "Emma? Can you hear me?" Water was spilling over her face and she slowly opened her eyes. A dark-haired, blue-eyed face swam in her sight. "Emma." He sounded relieved.

"What happened?" she asked, grabbing her throbbing head. She still was trying to figure where she was and why she was so warm.

"You just dropped." he said, stroking her wet hair out of her face, looking worried. "Are you okay?"

Emma looked around, and her heart stopped. She was still in the shower, on the floor - that explained the water. And he was holding her. And she wasn't wearing anything. She groaned. This was truly not her day. "I can't explain what's happening to me. I've been dizzy for days." She tried very hard not to overthink this, but God, his arms were muscled...she shook her head, causing another dizzy spell to fall over her.

"Careful, love." He said. To her surprise, he wasn't insinuating, checking her out or doing that eye-thing that usually made her insides melt.

"Why are you in here?" she asked anxiously. She was fucking naked! "With clothes?" she added, daring him a little.

His blue eyes turned ice cold. Okay, maybe this had pushed him too far. "You dropped to the floor, Swan. It wasn't fun to watch, to be honest. And I was worried about you, forgive me that I didn't take the time to take all my bloody clothes off!" Fire sparked in his eyes, and she blushed heavily. "Trust me, love. I bear no ill will towards you."

Trust him? "You're a pirate."

"Aye, not a barbarian!" he spat. "I'm not going to take advantage of you whilst you're in this state. I may be a pirate, but I am most certainly not cruel."

She sighed. She had to give it to him, he hadn't tried a single thing while she was in this compromising position. "Fine. I'm sorry. Will you help me up, please?"

He frowned and Emma noticed it didn't suit him. She almost missed his constant teasing grin and sparkling eyes. "Emma, I don't want to see you fall like that again."

"Just help me up, I need to finish."

He sighed. "You're a bloody nightmare, but fine. But I'm not leaving."

She raised her brows at him, as if asking, are you fucking kidding me? "I am naked!" Good move, Emma, bring up the elephant in the room.

"Thank you, so I've noticed." His mouth tipped up in a tiny smirk, making her blush, but then he got serious again. "But you are also ill and I refuse to leave you here alone while you can collapse at any given moment. I'm staying, whether you like it or not."

Emma eyed him furiously. Was this some kind of scheme, forcing her to be naked with him in close quarters? He laughed. "I won't try anything, Pirate's honor! Just let someone help you for once in your life." He had his hands on her arms before she knew it, and she accepted his help with displeasure. Although, his hands felt so warm on her skin. It was nice. "Are you okay?" She swayed on her feet and his hands tightened on her waist. "Careful. I got you, love, don't worry. I won't let go."

After all, it had been a damn good idea to keep him there. She threatened to collapse at least four more times while washing her hair and the dizziness couldn't stay away longer than two minutes. And he was just there. Holding her up, letting her rest against his shoulder or chest when another dizzy spell came over her. He always knew, too. He always knew when she was about to collapse. He even helped her dry off. She was surprised she'd let him. He was surprisingly gentlemanly for a change. Maybe he was really worried about her. She could hardly believe it, but maybe there was more to him that met the eye. He got her her pyjamas and a warm sweater and helped her get dressed.

All the while they would talk. Or Hook would talk and she would listen to those crazy stories of him, of his adventures. Emma wondered if most of them were true. "...so then I just turned the Roger around and sailed right towards him. The big oaf didn't know how fast he had to run!" he finished his story, and looked at Emma shrugging on her pyjama top. She was laughing uncontrollably. That was most certainly the craziest story you'd ever heard. "I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but I had to take care of Smee for weeks after that!" That only provoked her laughter more, and he watched her with an amused look on his face. Out of nowhere came another dizzy spell and she almost crashed into the sink, if not for Hook's lightning fast reflexes. He caught her and lifted her in his arms. "Are you okay, lass?" Worry was clouding his face.

"I'm fine." she growled, more frustrated with herself than anything else. She tried to wriggle herself free from his arms, but he tightened his arms around her.

"Let me help you, Swan." He looked down at her, staring her down with his piercing blue eyes. "Trust me for once, I beg of you."

She stopped struggling and gave in. "Thank you." she murmured. She laid her head on his chest and the warmth enveloped her, the salty scent of sea and the distinctiveness of rum filling her nose and overwhelming her. It was so undeniably him. It made her drowsy and sleepy. He carried her to her bedroom and laid her down softly on her bed. "Do you need anything, love?" he whispered, and right then and there Emma decided that she liked this side of him.

She shook her head and smiled softly. "You're clothes are all wet."

He smirked and rubbed circles in her palm. "I'll manage."

"Just take some clothes of David. He won't mind." She pointed to the dresser.

"Thanks, love." He kissed her forehead softly, and heat rushed through her body and his lips were really nice on her skin - which she would never admit, of course. He left her for a moment and came back, growling something under his breath, followed by, "Bloody buggering fuck!"

Emma sat up, laughing when she saw what he was struggling with. Jeans. "You need any help?" she asked, trying to smother her laughter.

"How do you people wear these bloody things?"

She pushed herself up on her knees and beckoned him. "Come here." she chuckled.

"I like it when a beautiful lass on a bed says that to me." he said, smirking, coming closer.

For the first time, Emma didn't mind his innuendo. His provocative side made him all the more attractive to her. Not that she would ever admit that to him. She just rolled her eyes and buttoned up his jeans. He looked down on her, with an amused smirk. When she noticed, she punched him in the gut, making him double over. "Don't get any ideas, Hook." He chuckled and looked at his jeans.

"How did you do that?" he said, his eyes wide.

She laughed and smirked back at him. "Lots and lots of practice." Suddenly her head began to swim again, and she felt herself fall towards the mattresses, before two strong hands grabbed her and laid her down softly.

"You should sleep for a while. I shall take care of you, I promise."

Emma felt drowsy, and she was sure that tomorrow would be worse than today. But he would also be there. "Thank you, Hook."

"One day, you're going to call me Killian, love." he said teasing.

She shrugged, taking his hand and pulling him close. "Maybe. Will you stay with me? Please. I don't want to be alone. Please, Hook." If she wasn't this sick, she would never have pleaded like this.

He sighed and nodded. "Okay. I'll stay with you." Emma flipped the covers back and he crawled in next to her. She rolled around to get comfortable, until his hands steadied her. "I need you to lay still, Emma." He pulled her flush against his chest, let her head rest on his hook arm and wrapped the other around her. Emma surprised both of them by not protesting, but snuggling closer. "You can sleep now, Emma, love."

Her ears were drowning out a lot of noise, and it frustrated her that she didn't know what it was. She wanted to hear him. His heartbeat, his breath. But the annoying beeping sound prevented that. It was warm, though. Nice and warm and incredibly comfortable. "Thank you for doing this." she murmured.

"Any time, lass." he said, right before she fell asleep.


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