A/N: Ok, new story :) I wrote this at a prompt from Keiron (You won't know him, believe me), and I'm pleased with it :) Keiron has also been editing it for me, so thanks! And for those who read 'Don't You Remember?' I'm still going with that, I'm just noot entirely sure where it's going... Anyway, please review! :D
"Come back!" The boy squealed as his brother grabbed his apple and ran off laughing.
"Why don't you make me?" His brother taunted, taking pleasure at his anger. The small boy pouted before running after him. Of course, his shorter legs could not keep up with the older boys, and he was soon far behind. Suddenly, he felt a searing pain in his head. When he collapsed, his older brother stopped laughing.
"What's wrong?" His voice was filled with concern as he ran back.
"Pictures… They don't make sense! They've filled my head!" The boy screamed, tears running down his face.
"What can you see?"
"There is… There is you… And there is another boy… His name is… Henry."
Captain Hook awoke from his dream. No, not a dream. A memory. A memory of times past, of a person long gone. Back when he was Jacob. He swung his legs over the side of his bunk.
They had been sailing for two days, and it was obviously driving Emma mad. He had seen a mother without her child before, and after about a week the crying at night would subside. At least, that's what had happened with Milah. But Emma was not she.
At the thought of Milah, pain flared through his chest. He had spent 200 years wishing for revenge, missing her and obsessing over ways he could kill Rumplestiltskin. Rumplestiltskin, who had crushed his dear Milah's heart in front of him… Rumplestiltskin, whom he was sharing a boat with. Hook lay back down. He knew it was useless trying to sleep, because every time he closed his eyes he remembered her telling him she loved him. She had seen the good in him. She had loved him for who he was, not who he pretended to be.
They would be reaching Neverland soon, he knew. He could feel it in his stomach; a funny feeling that wouldn't go away until he was as far from the dreaded place as possible. Every time he came to Neverland the feeling came. He knew the reason why, but he wasn't going to dwell on that now. Heaving a sigh, he sat up again. Standing and stretching, he quickly changed into his day clothes, sliding his leather jacket on over the top. He really did love that jacket. It held so many memories, so many good times. Of course, it had bad ones too, but he liked to forget about those.
He made his way up to the dark deck, shielding his eyes against the bright light of the moon. The moon was always full, in Neverland. Leaning against the edge of the ship, he jumped when a voice cut through the night.
"Can't sleep?" When he turned, he saw Emma walking towards him. She truly was a beauty, although his flirting had never meant anything. He would never get over Milah. He had realised that long, long ago.
"I prefer 'Enjoying the pleasures of the night'," He answered, flashing her a smirk. Emma raised her eyebrows.
"And those pleasures are?" She probed. The Captain swaggered towards her.
"Well, being with you… Although I would prefer it if we didn't have these layers on." He purred. Emma just snorted. She had never risen to his bait, not like all the other women he had teased.
He saw her eyes widen as she looked over his left shoulder
"Is that…" She breathed in wonder, and the pirate nodded.
"Aye. It is." He agreed with another smirk.
"Neverland."