Author's Note: I probably should have written and then posted this months ago when Elsa was still in the picture but it took me forever to get it written and edited. So I hope you like it anyways. Part one will have Emma escaping the apartment and Neal's cries Part two, which will be up in the next week or so, will have David and Snow finding out exactly where Emma disappeared to ;)

Emma's eyes shot open at the piercing cry and she rolled over to check the clock. 2:05 am, approximately two hours since the last time baby Neal had woken her up.

It wasn't that she didn't understand, she did. She still lived with her parents and they had a baby and babies cried. Those were facts. But it was also a fact that on some nights, when she was fast asleep, the cries brought on nightmares of being lonely and unwanted in the orphanage. Tonight had been one of those nights.

So instead of trying to fall back asleep or get up for some cocoa with cinnamon, she got up suddenly feeling the need to just get out of the cramped house. Not that it was as cramped as usual since Henry had moved back into Regina's house to try and help heal the former Madam Mayor's heart. And so he could sleep through the night without his uncle waking him.

She didn't even bother to turn on a light, using her hands to find and then throw a loose sweater on over her tank top and leggings before making her way downstairs.

An apologetic Snow looked up from where she was seated on the couch, baby Neal alternating between fussily dozing and eating with relish. "Sorry," she whispered to her daughter.

David was standing by the kitchen island, pouring hot chocolate into a mug for himself and some into a thermos for Snow so she could drink without spilling the beverage onto their son. "I can get you some too if you'd like," he offered.

"No thanks. I'm just going over to the B&B to check on Elsa. She hasn't been sleeping any better than we have. Maybe we can come up with another plan to find her sister." Then Emma slipped on her shoes and was out of the house before her parents could question her any farther. And knowing Snow and David they would have if they'd been any more awake.

As she walked the quiet allowed her to think, once again, of how ridiculous her life was. Her parents were straight out of a fairy tale and barely any older than she was. Her brother was an infant and she'd be nearly fifty by the time he even graduated from high school or whatever a prince did. And her own son was staying with his other mother, the Evil Queen.

Emma had just started to wonder if her life could get any crazier when she approached the front of Granny's bed and breakfast and realized it already had. Now that she admitted it to herself she hadn't come here to see Elsa. She wanted to see Killian Jones, aka Captain Hook.

And when she opened the front door and found Ruby manning the front desk Emma knew it wouldn't be hard to get what she wanted. But first she needed to make sure the other woman wouldn't go blab. Snow did not need to know what she was up to.

Ruby perked up at the sight of her and Emma had a feeling it hadn't been an exciting night. "You need a room to escape from the baby? If so, it's half off because I know it would give me a headache. Heightened senses and all that."

"You wouldn't give it to me for free?" Emma teased as she leaned up against the counter.

Ruby snapped the gum in her mouth and grinned. "Sorry but no. In a town where there are hardly ever any visitors we have to take what we can get. So do you want a room or is there something else I can help with?"

"That depends," Emma said, leaning even closer. "Can you keep a secret from my parents?"

Ruby's eyes lit up and then she frowned, looking torn. "I don't know Emma. Snow's my best friend and ˗"

"I just want Hook's room number," Emma interrupted.

Ruby froze, her eyes wide. "Oh…ohhh. Um, we can try and call his room but it's an invasion of privacy to just let you back there unless you're on official sheriff duty which I don't think you are," she explained, her eyebrows arched.

"Try calling."

The girls stood close as Ruby tried to call but the phone just rang and rang but no one picked up. So Ruby tried again and again until there was a crunch and nothing but a dial tone.

"I think he may have pulled the phone out of the wall," Ruby said as she put the phone back in its cradle. "I hope he knows that he'll have to pay for any damages."

Emma suddenly snorted. "He probably had no idea that was a phone ringing. The only kind he's ever seen is a cell phone and he didn't even really understand what that was. Wall phones are a whole different animal."

"Well whatever animal he thought it was I think he killed it," Ruby said. "He's in room four."

"I thought you weren't allowed to just let me know information like that," Emma asked then she mentally cursed herself. Ruby had just given her what she'd asked for. Why question it?

"I don't need him suddenly deciding to take out the television. I doubt he could afford to replace everything in the room," Ruby whisper shouted as Emma slipped down the hall. "Good luck and be safe!"

Emma didn't even blush at the implication, probably because Ruby's assumption was right. There could really only be one reason why she'd seek out Hook in the middle of the night. Well two reasons actually but she didn't have saving the town on her mind right now. No, she had the memory of how his lips caressed hers when they kissed and if she couldn't sleep there were certainly other things she could be doing.

So when she reached room four (blessedly far away from Elsa in room twelve, an entirely different wing of the building) she knocked without any hesitation.

She didn't have to wait long before the door flew open a crack through which she couldn't see the man, just his hook. Not exactly threatening since it was tangled up in the dingy white phone cord.

"You really did murder the telephone, didn't you?" Emma asked and was pleased when Hook opened the door further, far enough that she could see his face. "Do you need help?"

"A lass such as yourself is requesting to join me in my chambers and you believe I'd turn her down? I'm not daft woman." He ushered her inside, his wide grin growing even wider when she did.

Once he'd shut the door behind her Emma started to disentangle the cord from Hook's hook and as she did she decided it was good a time as any to teach him about technology. "You know my cell phone? Well this is kind of like that only you can't take it everywhere with you. When it rang earlier you were supposed to answer it." She demonstrated the action once he wasn't attached to the device.

Hook offered her a seat and, to her surprise, when she chose the end of the bed he pulled the desk chair up to it instead of sitting beside her.

"You were calling me in the early hours of the morning? And why was that luv?"

"Actually Ruby was calling from the front desk to try and ask you if I could visit. She's not supposed to give out room numbers without asking. It's a privacy thing," Emma explained.

"Ruby…" Hook mused. "Is she the attractive dark haired girl who dresses like a ˗"

"Like a fiercely confident young woman who has an awesome body and likes to show it off?" Emma interrupted. "Yes, that's her."

Hook stared at her in surprise and then a look of understanding flashed across his face. "I wasn't about to say something offensive. I quite like how much more free women are in your land. Now you never did answer my question. What has you awake and at my door so early in the morning?"

"It's Neal, he's just so noisy…why are you looking at me like that?"

Hook shook his head. "Isn't that awkward for you?"

Emma chuckled. "Why would it be awkward to have a little brother over a decade younger than your own son? Or are you asking about the million other awkward things in my life?"

"Well yes I can imagine there are quite a few things you've found odd in the past few years. I remember how I first felt upon discovering Neverland and how I felt arriving here," Hook mused. "However, just now I was referencing how odd it must be to have your baby brother named after your former lover."

Emma snorted. "You have no idea. And what's even worse? There are so many reasons why my parents shouldn't have done that but they're freaking Snow White and Prince Charming and it feels so wrong to think about them being rude that I definitely can't come right out and say it to their faces. Snow would either get defensive or she'd cry and I don't want that."

Hook chuckled. "I know why I find the naming so inconvenient but why exactly do you find it so rude?"

Emma slipped off the bed and started pacing in the small space available to her. "First of all, did they even ask Gold? I mean he didn't know Neal as Neal, not really, but Neal was Gold's son. And second, what about Henry? What if he wants to name his kid after his father someday? Sure the name Baelfire is free but that's not really a name that will work if we stay in this realm and ever get a chance to leave this town."

"You still want to move back to the city?" Hook quietly asked.

When Emma turned to face him she found him very pointedly staring at the floor and she could only assume he was trying to keep her from seeing the emotion that his voice had not masked.

"Hook…Killian," Emma said as she sat back down on the bed and took his hand in hers. "I have no intention of leaving but if that would change…well it would only be after a thorough discussion with all parties involved, okay?"

The pirate looked up, a mischievous grin on his face. "Am I to infer that I am a part of the parties which would be involved, Swan?"

"Of course." Emma grinned back. "And I'm here tonight because I was just thinking and I realized, this is our fourth date. On our first date we got chased by a snow beast, our second was at Elsa's wall and our third was at granny's yesterday."

"And what's so special about the fourth date?"

Emma stood up and pulled Hook to his feet as well. "I've heard that all the experts say you should wait until after the third date to, you know."

Hook pulled her close, making sure to keep his hook away from her clothes and skin. "No I don't believe I do know."

"Sex Mr. Jones, I'm talking about sex." Then Emma pulled a wide eyed Captain Hook down into a passionate kiss.

But when she slipped her hand from where it had been cupping his neck down to the top button of his shirt he froze.

Emma froze too and took a step back. "Do you not want to do this?"

"No, it's not that I don't want to. It's just…I am uncertain how to proceed with this between us." Hook gestured to his hook. "I do not wish to harm you."

"That's simple," Emma said, a twinkle n her eyes. "Either remove it or use it. I'm guessing it should be sharp enough to rip through clothes?"

Hook felt his jaw drop. "Perhaps we should engage in the act of removal by tearing only when you have a change of clothes nearby."

"Surprisingly sensible," Emma murmured as she stepped forward to help him remove the metal accessory.