Just a thought I had rolling around in my head. If you were a pirate in our world where would you want to go? I'll try to be good about updating chapters, but don't expect them daily… What do you think I am, a robot?

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Ch 1: At Granny's

What a stubborn ass! Emma thought to herself. She had spent another exasperating afternoon with Captain Hook trying to ward off his not-so-subtle innuendos and attempts at trying to 'woo' her. There's only so much a girl can take, she continued in her inner tirade.

Ever since she had discovered that she, Emma Swan, sheriff of Storybrooke, Maine, was really the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming, (making her the product of true love, naturally) she had dealt with an onslaught of emotions, ranging from denial, to bargaining, then anger and depression. Throw in acceptance and it sounds like I'm in the five stages of grief, she thought sarcastically. In a way, though, she was grieving. She had never had a real family before, having been shuffled from one foster or group home to the next. To suddenly find out that a family existed, one that wanted her, but that they were not what you would call typical parents of a 28 year old, made her realize what she could've had. Snow and Charming, Mary-Margaret and David, were her age. She could see what wonderful parents they would make, but to a child. She was already grown and didn't have them around when she would've needed them most. She kept trying to tell herself that she didn't blame them, that they did what they had to do to keep her safe, but a part of her just won't be convinced. Still, she was trying to build a relationship with Mary-Margaret and David. It didn't hurt that they all had Henry to bond over.

Henry, Emma smiled, thinking of her son. She had given him away when he was a baby, as well, To keep him safe. Her life of petty thievery was no life for a baby. Amazingly, he had been found by Rumplestiltskin and adopted by Regina, who brought him back to Storybrooke, setting in motion a chain of events that caused the curse to be broken. And for her to be reunited with her family.

Unfortunately, that 'chain of events' had caused a great deal of stress for one Emma Swan, aka Sheriff of Storybrooke, aka The Savior. Which was most unfortunate for a certain pirate who had just gotten on her last nerve.

She had stopped in at Granny's to grab what was supposed to be a quick lunch. She ordered a burger and fries to go, then sat at the counter to wait for her food. She had just taken off her jacket, when the door opened. She didn't know what made her turn but she did. When she met his eyes, he smiled and made his way over to her, walking as if he was stalking prey. Emma rolled her eyes and asked Granny if she could hurry her order, which turned out to be a big mistake. "What do you think this is, McDonald's?" Granny snorted and went back to tending to her other customers. She made a mental note to take her time on the Sheriff's order.

Hook took a seat next to her, leaning his arms on the counter. "What's for lunch, love?"

"I'm having a burger," she retorted, "You can have a seat somewhere else."

"And deprive myself with the pleasure of your company?" He gave her a crooked grin and tried to get Granny's attention. When he was unsuccessful, he resigned himself to chatting up the sheriff. "So, what kinds of criminals have you apprehended, today? Any golden geese on the loose? You know those buggers are notorious kidnappers."

"Not in the last few days," she said dryly.

"Come now, I thought the lives of the law were always so fascinating. Tell me what kind of troubles you save this town from, Swan."

Considering all the troubles she had saved the town from, could anyone blame her for reaching her breaking point?

"Hook!" she said, causing the rest of the diners to look at her, though she was oblivious to them. "Leave me alone!"

He stared back at her with a struck look on his face. "OK, if that's what you want."

"It's what I want," she said through gritted teeth. His eyes were riddled with sadness, but his face was surprisingly calm.

"Goodbye, Swan." He turned his face from her and walked out of the diner, much slower than he had come in.

Granny brought her a bag of food, shaking her head. "That was harsh," she admonished, looking over her glasses at Emma. "I know you've had rough go of it, sweetheart, but don't forget, we all have." The looked at her one more time before returning to another customer.

When Emma walked out of the diner, she was still running through the scene in her head. He had been the one to interrupt her lunch. Why should she have to apologize?

"Emma!" Mary-Margaret came into the station with a grin on her face. "I was wondering what time you got off work? David and I are making dinner and thought you might like to join us?" She said the last with a question in her eyes, the whole 'mom' thing was still new territory for her, too, and she didn't yet know what the boundaries were.

"Sure," she said tentatively, "I just have some paperwork to finish from a minor fender bender earlier. Would 6:30 be okay?"

"Sounds great," Mary-Margaret said with a sigh, her shoulders relaxing. She paused a moment longer to examine her daughter's face. "Is everything okay? The fender bender the only thing getting you down?"

Emma exhaled sharply. "Actually, no. I ran into Hook earlier today at Granny's." She proceeded to tell about her run-in with the pirate, her words getting more exasperated as she went on. When she finished, she looked irritated.

"Emma," her mother said softly, "Did you have to be so hard on him? I mean, he basically said he loved you in the Echo Cave."

"Hard on him?" Emma asked incredulously.

"Yes," the brunette stated. "Emma, I know things haven't been easy on you, but really, what did he do today, besides try to talk to you?"

"You know what? I just realized that I have to do the station's quarterlies tonight," Emma claimed, raising her chin. "I don't think I'm going to be able to make dinner, after all." She stared Mary-Margaret down as her walls went up.

Mary-Margaret stared back, before a strange calmness washed over her face. "You know where we'll be if you change your mind." She stood up and started toward the door. She stopped abruptly and turned. "Emma, you're not the only one struggling with things. You might try letting people in once in a while. Otherwise, it could lead to a lot of loneliness." She turned and left, leaving Emma alone in the silent sheriff's station.

Emma stewed on those words. She knew what loneliness was. She'd been alone her entire life. And now, here her mother was trying to lecture her about being alone? As soon as she had it, she realized what she had just thought. Her mother. After almost 30 years without her, she had shut her mother out, again. She sighed and put her head in her hands. She was still getting used to having parents, but, most importantly, she had to get used to being a daughter.

She reached for her cell phone to call and apologize to Mary-Margaret (Mom, she reminded herself). She had just punched in her unlock code when the station door opened suddenly, the wood banging on the wall from the force.

"Sheriff," William Smee ran up to her breathlessly.

"What's going on, Smee," Emma asked, rising from her desk. "Did Gold threaten to turn you back into a rat?"

"No, it's the captain. He's missing."

"He can't be missing, I saw him this afternoon. A person has to be missing for 24 hours before you can file a report." She sat back down in her desk chair, going back to the report she was supposed to be working on.

"You don't understand," he pleaded, "The Jolly's still at the docks, but there was a note on the helm." He held out a folded piece of paper that said 'Emma' on the outside. She took the note from him and unfolded it.

Emma, you asked to be left alone, so I shall respect your wishes. I won't bother you again. - Killian

"How does this make him missing?" She asked Smee, turning the note over in her hands to see if there was anything else on it.

"Because Grumpy saw him driving Pinocchio's old motorcycle toward the town line,"Smee explained.

Emma was confused. "How can he drive a motorcycle with one hand? How'd he work the clutch?"

"Pinocchio gave it to him a month ago. He said he didn't need it, since he was just a little boy, now. The captain was able to modify it to work with one hand. Please, Sheriff, you have to help," he pleaded.

Emma cursed under her breath. "I'll see what I can do, Smee," she tried to calm the man, but she was unsure what to do. How do you find a pirate from Neverland and the Enchanted Forest if he didn't want to be found?

"Thank you, Sheriff," Smee gushed. "Captain said that if anyone could do the impossible, it was you."

Emma couldn't stop the shock from showing on her face. "He said that?"

"Aye. Captain talked about you constantly." Smee leaned in conspiratorially, "I think he's sweet on you."

"You don't say," Emma said dryly. Still, she was somewhat flattered at what he shared. "Did you find any other clues about where he might've gone?" Emma asked, trying to get back to the new case.

"I didn't see anything on the ship but the note." He shook his head forlornly. "Please, Sheriff. Please find him."

She put her hand on his shoulder to try and comfort him. "I'll try, Mr. Smee."

"Hey, kid. How was lasagna?" Emma asked as she picked up Henry from Regina's house.

"Good," was his answer. "Bye, mom." He turned back and waved at the brunette standing in the doorway. She kissed her fingers and lifted them up to him in return. Emma and Henry started down the front path in front of the mayor's house when a thought struck the sheriff.

She spun back around and said, "Hey, Regina!" The mayor had her hand on the door and was in the process of shutting it before Emma had spoken. She stopped and raised her eyebrows. "I need to ask you something." She turned to Henry speaking softly, "Would you mind waiting in the car for me? I'll let you pick the station." She offered him the keys.

He shrugged. "Okay." He grabbed the keys and headed over to the yellow bug.

"What is it, Miss Swan?" Regina asked impatiently, her arms folded over her chest.

"Your magic... Can it find people?"

"Depends. What's in it for me?"

"The knowledge that you were helpful in a tricky situation," Emma answered, "And that I won't tell Henry because you said no."

Regina's eyebrows went even higher. "And here I thought I was the one who made threats."

"It's not a threat, Regina, not if you help."

"Who is it that's lost?" Regina inquired.

"Hook."

"I do know a spell..." she paused as she looked over at the beetle parked at the curb with Henry inside, singing along to whatever was on the radio. "But not tonight. Can you meet me tomorrow? 9:00?"

"Yes."

"I'll need something of his, something personal."

"I'll check the Jolly Roger in the morning. Thank you, Regina," she said pointedly. She started to turn around, but Regina's voice stopped her.

"Why do you need to find him? I mean, why do you care where he is?"

"I was asked to help," Emma retorted, turning on her heel and heading toward her car.

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