FanFiction Friday! Here’s An Excerpt From “Adrift”

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It’s FanFiction Friday, me hearties! Time for a chunk of steamy fanfic, served with a side of saucy pirate! In “Adrift”, Emma and Killian are thrown into an alternate reality by a wicked curse, sending Killian back to his villainous days as Captain Hook, only with an even darker heart because he thought he’d been the cause of Emma’s death.

When she shows up in the middle of his ship, it’s up to her to help him find his inner hero – a task that seems insurmountable in some ways.

In this passage, Hook and Emma have an argument as he tries to find out more about the reality Emma – and we – know him in.


He leaned down. “Now, how about that kiss?”

Emma drew back her fist and hit him in the face as hard as she could, sending him staggering before she ran for the ladder, and up onto the deck.

Hook rubbed his jaw gingerly, wondering if she hadn’t loosened a tooth with that hit. Damn, but he’d forgotten how strong she was. He tasted blood, so he walked back to the table to get his flask, wincing at the sting the rum made on his shredded inner cheek.

He supposed he had that coming. It was a callous remark, but she’d infuriated him with her words, as usual. It was just one night, she’d said, as if it were of no import beyond the passage of time. How many times over these past two years had he lain awake, fantasizing about such a night with her?

Bugger.

He was sure she was either delusional or under some kind of spell herself, so why did it bother him that she hallucinated only one night? Did a fantasized night carry less weight than a fantasized month? Or year? It was pointless to get worked up about it, yet he’d done just that, and all because her words had stung him so.

It was just one night.

Once again, one carefully placed word made all the difference.

Just.

In his fantasies, they were never “just” anything.

Hook threw himself down into the chair, propped his booted feet on the table, and reached for his flask again.

~ ~ ~

Emma opened her eyes slowly, groggy at first, and then she remembered where she was. A stumbling sound made her sit up in the bunk, and she realized he’d woken her when he slid the hatch open to the crew cabin. Now he was currently falling down the stairs, rebounding off the opposite wall before he caught himself and leaned against it.

“Hello,” he said, giving her that lopsided grin. He was barefoot, his hair was mussed, his shirt was undone, and he was very, very inebriated. If she weren’t still so pissed at him, he’d be adorable.

“Hook.” She slid her feet off the bunk and stood up. “I’m sleeping, here. Do you mind?”

He smiled affably. “I don’t mind if you sleep. Don’t let me keep you, love.” He gestured back to the bed.

“You’re drunk.”

“A remarkably astute observation,” he said, pushing off the wall and walking toward her unsteadily.

“What do you want?” she asked. “Shouldn’t you be at the wheel?”

“The Jolly can run herself for a while,” he said, leaning against a bunk. “Otherwise, I’d never get any sleep on board, now would I?” He leered at her. “Not that I’m likely to get much sleep with a beautiful morsel like you bobbing about.”

“Hook – ”

“Oh, it’s all right, Swan,” he said, waving his hand petulantly. “I didn’t come down here to press my advantage.” He pushed off, staggered a bit, and fell onto a bunk. “D’you mind if I sit? No? Good.”

He slumped against the wall, half laying, half sitting, and stared up at her with bleary eyes.

“I came down here,” he said, grunting as he tried and failed to adjust his position, “To tell you something.” He let out a big whoosh of air. “Bloody hell. The ship is spinning.”

Emma finally relented, stepping over to the edge of the bunk and swinging his legs up on it. “Come on, you,” she said, shaking her head. “Lie down.”

“Are you trying to take advantage of me?” he asked hopefully. “If so, I’ll be really, really cooperative.”

“I’m trying to keep you from hurting yourself,” she replied.

“There you go again,” he said, waving his hand and accidentally hitting the wall with it. “Looking out for me. It makes me wonder what you’re about.”

“I’m about to spend a night at the wheel, from the looks of it,” she remarked dryly. “Get some rest.” She started to straighten, but he reached up, sliding his hand behind her neck and pulling her in closer.

“Swan, I wanted to tell you…” his voice trailed off, but he kept looking at her, and she wondered for a moment if he was about to black out.

“What? Tell me what?”

His eyes softened. “All these months…even when I thought you dead…” his thumb slid around to stroke gently along the line of her jaw. “There wasn’t a day that went by I didn’t think of you.”

Her eyes held his, and she managed to say his name around the tightness in her throat.

“Killian…”

She leaned in, but as their lips touched, his hand slid limply away from her face, and a soft breath of air escaped as he slipped from consciousness. Emma laid him back against the pillow, brushing a stray lock of hair out of his face before she climbed the stairs to go and take the wheel.



adrift  You can read more of “Adrift” on FanFiction.net or Archive of Our Own.

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