Wake up, Emma.

Emma felt the pair of fingers trail down her arm and the faint beeping in the distance, but that couldn't be right, the last thing she remembered was walking in the forest outside the Sheriff's Station looking for possible leads. She struggled to open her eyes, when the hand gently moved up her shoulder, caressing her hair softly and immediately lulling her back to into the darkness.

Emma.

The next time Emma felt anything, it was phantom lips that were agonizingly trailing along her jawline and then ever so faintly across her lips. This is one hell of a dream, she thought with a grin as she felt the soft lips apply more pressure to hers. She opened up instantly and was rewarded with the quick swipe of her mystery lover's tongue against hers, once, twice, insistent and demanding her attention. She moaned quietly and moved to thread her hands into the mystery lover's thick hair. Unfortunately, it was over before it began as he moved away from her and before Emma could fully wake, she tumbled into unconsciousness, yet again.

—-

"Miss Swan? Sheriff? Miss Swan!"

This time, Emma's eyes snapped open at the repeated calling of her name. Her eyes quickly raced around the room, looking at the collection of beeping monitors, hospital equipment crowded around her small bed. Her body felt stiff and sore from non-use and she could hardly keep her eyes open as the moments ticked by.

"What happened?" She croaked out weakly as she looked around at the unfamiliar faces surrounding her.

Finally, one person stepped forward from the crowd of people surrounding her. Brilliant blue eyes moved into her field of vision and for a moment, Emma could only blankly stare at the man standing before her. His bright blue eyes stood out on his slightly scruffy face, gazing at her intently as he ran one hand through his tousled dark hair, regarding her carefully. He was wearing a pair of blue doctor's scrubs that only made his eyes stand out futher. "Ah, Miss Swan. I thought we lost you for a moment there. Welcome back, love," he replied in a soft British accent.

Good lord, a British accent. She realized, the stray thought of lust ricocheted through her already throbbing skull.

However, the full impact of the Doctor's words hit home and her eyes widened. On cue, the heart monitor rang out with a high pitched alarm at her sudden accelerated heart rate. Emma frantically looked around to see the nurses start scrambling for equipment.

The Doctor's hand shot down to envelope one of hers and caress it softly, "Whoa, easy. It's okay Emma. You're fine now." He spoke in a slow, soothing tone that forced Emma to concentrate on his voice. As she started to settle down her frayed nerves, he shot a look to his nurses that clearly read back off as he pulled up a chair and slid it next to her bed. "Do you remember what you were doing before now?" The machines slowly started to quiet down around them, as Emma's heartbeat slowed from it's racing pace.

Emma's hand involuntarily tightened around his, the feeling of his hand in hers instantly making her frazzled nerves settle down. "I was walking through the forest, working on a case…" she whispered, her voice sore and soft from non-use, "but I don't know what happened to me next. I can't remember."

The handsome doctor looked around the room, choosing his words carefully before meeting her eyes. "You were injured and it's taken a little while for you to recover. I don't want to put too much strain on you just yet, darling. We will talk later, Miss Swan, just rest for right now." He squeezed her hand gently.

"What's your name? Don't leave yet." Emma whispered, already fighting the sweet pull of sleep against her eyelids.

"Doctor Killian Jones, lass. Don't worry I'm not going anywhere." Doctor Jones replied with a smile and continued to hold her hand until she fell back into a restless, uneasy sleep.

—-

Emma's mystery lover came back again and this time she could feel his body slip against her side as she lay in her hospital bed. It must be the drugs, she thought sleepily, as she could feel his hard body tuck and curl against hers. His large calloused hand slipped under the hospital gown to rest contentedly against her stomach, tracing intricate patterns on her skin. The slow drag of his finger tips made her thighs clench together, the sensation making her ache for his hand to venture other places.

When she felt his soft breath tickle her neck, Emma forced her eyes open, checking to see if it wasn't a dream. In the darkness of the hospital, she couldn't make out who the person was that was tucked up next to her, or if it was even real. This could be the best hallucination of her life. She could, however, make out the messy dark hair, her mind instantly connected the person curled up next to her as her impossibly attractive doctor.

"Doctor Jones?" Emma whispered in the darkness, unbelieving.

"Mmmm," came a soft, sleepy reply against her neck, his lips reaching out and brushing against her tenderly. Emma slightly shivered from his tender touch and the hand at her stomach pulled her tighter against him. She could feel the length of his hardness burning against her side through his thin scrubs and she tried to reign in the small moan that left her lips. Her hand moved on it's own will to carefully run her fingertips along the hard length.

Doctor Jones let out a small moan against her neck and pushed his hips against her hand eagerly before his breath evened out as he remained tight curled against her.

Ignoring the myriad of reasons why this current situation could be wrong, Emma simply sighed and embraced that her body was singing out how right it felt to be curled against this man and quickly fell back to sleep.

—-

Two days later, Emma was more coherent and wondering if she really had hallucinated the other night with the impossibly handsome Doctor Killian Jones. He had been in her hospital room frequently since that night and not once, not even hinted at the fact that he had crawled into her hospital bed and spooned her. He never made mention of the mere possibility that it had been his lips on her neck and his hand wandering over her very sensitive stomach.

Not to mention that he hadn't been back in the night either.

Maybe it was the the drugs. If hallucinating her handsome doctor was a side effect, she was tempted to ask for more.

"Ah, how's my favorite patient this fine morning?" Doctor Jones came strolling into Emma's hospital room, coffee cup tucked firmly in hand, bright smile on his face.

Emma looked hopefully at the cup of coffee and then up at him. "I'd be better if I could get a coffee?"

He laughed appreciatively and looked over her chart for a moment. "Sorry, love. I'd have to say that coffee is off the menu for a few more days." He looked at her disappointed pout and shook his head at her. "I'll tell you what, I'll confer with Doctor Whale and see what I can do."

Running a hand through her tangled hair, Emma asked the other question that had been on her mind because asking hey have you been snuggling me at night didn't seem appropriate. "So, Doctor Jones… what the hell happened to me?"

"You were shot."

"WHAT!" Emma screeched, adrenaline pumping through her system, eyes wide.

Doctor Jones sighed and sat down in the chair next to her bed, reaching out to grab her hand again. "Your deputy, David Nolan, found you unconscious and bleeding profusely from a gunshot wound to your upper shoulder. My guess is that when you fell, you hit your head on one of the many rocks in the forest."

Emma's pulled her hand from his, her fingers started to pull at the IV line attached to her arm, ignoring the pain that radiated through her shoulder. She attempted to swing her legs over the edge to stand up. "I've got to get out of here! I have to get to…"

"Lass!" His hands flew back to pull hers away from doing any lasting damage and gently forced her back into a reclining position. "You'll tear your stitches in your shoulder and you are still recovering from a severe concussion that left you unconscious for four days! Stop!" He finally growled at her, his eyes fiercely regarding hers.

She blinked slowly, a sudden memory hazily floating to the surface as she looked into his eyes. Why was her doctor dressed in all black, a long leather cloak fluttering around him? Your family is danger? But I don't have a family. She wondered for a moment before shaking the thought away, suddenly tired from her brief attempt at leaving her hospital bed.

Doctor Jones helped her get settled back into the hospital bed, his finger tips smoothly running around the stitches on her shoulder, checking for any tears or rips from all her sudden jostling. He then moved to the laceration at the back of her scalp, hands moving through her hair like a caress as he made sure nothing was bleeding. "Swan," he whispered, "you need to rest and then we can figure out what happened in the forest." He chuckled nervously for a moment, his hand running through his hair absentmindedly, "I mean, you can figure out what happened. I'm just your doctor."

Emma nodded wearily and gave him a small, weak smile. "Sorry Doctor Jones. I must be the one patient testing your bedside manner."

A smirk passed over his face, like he should be making a lewd comment about 'beside manners,' but it was gone in an instant. "Ah love, it's okay. I've always liked a challenge." He told her with a wink. "Now, close your eyes and I'll be here if you need me."

Emma closed her eyes, pleased to know he was watching over her.

—

Emma, you must remember

This time, Emma fully woke as his lips pressed insistently against hers, his lips nibbling and pulling at her bottom lip. She moaned as she opened up for his tongue, greedily tangling against him as her hands threaded through his hair. They broke apart for a mere moment before he quickly claimed her mouth again, his tongue sweeping into her mouth claiming her.

Emma blindly reached out, fisted her hands against his scrubs and pulled him down to her body, ignoring the spark of pain from her shoulder, and never breaking from their kiss. Instead, she concentrated on how his hard body felt so delicious against hers, his hips already gently driving insistently against the thin barriers of her hospital gown and his scrub pants.

It was then, against the press of his warm lips and his body covering hers that the her memories all flooded back.

Hi! I'm Henry, I'm your son!

You're the Savior.

Beanstalks and giants and magic beans.

Neverland.

There's not a day that will go by that I won't think of you.

My name's Killian Jones, but you might know me by my more colorful moniker…

HOOK!

Emma gasped, eyes flying open, pushing Hook, her "Doctor" off of her as she remembered - everything! She wasn't just in the forest, searching for clues as another simple case. Her and Hook were crossing the town boarder after searching for clues about the Wicked Witch of the West when they were hit by a spell. A curse that, yet again messed with memories and personalities.

And turned her boyfriend, the reformed pirate into… An insanely hot doctor.

One with apparent sleepwalking issues.

Emma's eyes looked over the man that was now standing next to her hospital bed, eyes fluttering, but not quite seeing what was going on. His chest was heaving slightly from the exertion and his scrubs tented from his obvious arousal. Emma looked him up and down, part of her wanting to help with his rather large "problem" and the other noticing a rather realistic left hand where his hook should be. She carefully shook on his good hand and whispered, "Hook?"

He jumped suddenly. "Where am I?"

Emma tried again, "Hook?"

He looked down at her, confused. "Hook? What's Hook? Ah… Emma, are you well?" He quickly attempted to check her pulse before she shook his hand off, staring at Killian. He looked down at his erection and his face grew red. "Oh gods! I'm sorry, this is quite unprofessional. I've been having issues sleeping lately and…" He looked at her with a look of horror and fled from her room.

Emma scrubbed her hands against her face wearily and let her head fall back against the bed. God, how she hated magic curses.