Pan 15
One month ago…
The room was spinning.
A Pirate.
An honest to god hook wearing pirate.
In her house.
With her husband.
Where’d he come from?
How’d he get in?
And he didn’t look fake, he didn’t look Hollywood.
And then there was the gun…
No, no it was a bit too much.
System overload.
So much information to process.
She started to feel lightheaded,
Dizzy.
She pitched forward.
NO.
Her hand shot out she caught the edge of the table.
To steady herself.
The room still spinning.
NO.
HELL, NO!
She was not going to faint.
She was not going to be a cliché.
The Pirate rushed forward, his hand, not his hook, out to catch her, to support her.
“Here now, M’am.” he said. “I’ve got ye…”
Amy put her other hand on the table and twisted her body away from his grasp.
“No, no, that’s ok.” she said straightening herself, steadying herself, “I’ve got myself.”
She reached up and brushed the hair out of her eyes.
“But thank you…’ she looked at the hook on the end of his arm, “Thank you, Captain.”
By now Martin had gotten up and crossed the room and was by her side.
He was next to her, that helped.
That was familiar.
That was normal.
But still…
“Amy, hon?” he said placing his hand top of hers, “Are you ok?”
She looked at him, those eyes,
Brown and steady.
Steady again.
Steady and true.
Martin.
“Yeah, I’m fine.” She said returning his gaze, she looked around at the Pirate, at the gun, at the room, and then back to him. “What the hell is going on?”
“Well…” Martin began,
“No love,” Amy interrupted, putting a finger to his lips, leaning closer. “Not from you.”
She turned and faced Hook.
“From him.”
Hooks eyes widened, he was on the spot.
“What the hell is going on?” She said her eyes burning. “What do you have to do with it?”
She squeezed Martin’s hand tight.
“And Where The Fuck Is Our Daughter?”
And with that Hook smiled, he was in a den of lions.
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