A/N: A little background- Hook and Emma are only starting to discover and admit their feelings for each other in Neverland, only to return to Storybrooke to find Neal waiting for them. Emma tries to pick up where she and Neal left off, but still has feelings for Hook.

Off we go.

Do you know what you wish?

Are you certain what you wish is what you want?

~ Into the Woods ~

Emma sighed as she stared at the sails of the Jolly Roger. She had to talk to him, she couldn't avoid it anymore. It had been almost two months since their return from Neverland, two months since they stepped back onto the dock to find Neal running toward them. Two months and one day since she was completely and happily falling for a pirate, only to find the next day her heart completely confronted. The man she loved, the man she thought was dead was now alive, back from the Enchanted Forest. The pirate she was falling in love with, waiting patiently for her everyday since.

Emma tried to keep her distance from Killian to take time to adjust to everything that happened. She needed time to find what her heart wanted. Unfortunately, all she was left with was more confusion. Neal had been showering her and their son with sweet promises, and making good on every single one of them. Especially for making up the time they'd lost. But a part of her heart was still on the sea, with the pirate who comforted her and stood by her, who gave her back her son. And after weeks of ignoring him, she had to see him again, even for a moment.

"Afternoon, love," Hook said as he jumped onto the deck from the mast, causing her to jump. "What do I owe the pleasure?"

"Just making sure you're not up to something," Emma lied, inspecting the deck of the ship as if she were to find something laying around in plain sight. "You've been keeping to yourself this week. It's not like you."

"Lying isn't like you either, darling," Hook said, grabbing some rope sharply and began to tie a knot absentmindedly. "I don't believe that I am the one who has been keeping to myself." Emma swallowed but tried to maintain her in-control exterior.

"I don't know what you're talking about," Emma said quickly and firmly.

"Oh no," Hook said with a hint of a challenge in his voice. "I believe that I have been very visible in Storybrooke upon our return. I've come to your home, waited for you at the diner, even tried to pull a little stunt or two just so you could enjoy your favorite activity- handcuffing me." Emma rolled her eyes at him, which made him even more upset. "I believe if either of us is the illusive one, it would be you, Swan." By this point, he was toe to toe with her, but she wasn't backing down from her confident stance.

"Why are you trying to get my attention?" Without meaning to, Emma batted her eyes innocently at him, but Hook looked at her as if she suddenly grew a second head.

"If you don't know why, you must have forgotten what happened on my ship all those months in Neverland," Hook said, turning away from her and focusing more on the ropes then he should be. Now it was her turn for her blood to start boiling, and Emma tore the rope out of his hands to refocus his attention.

"Listen, whatever you want, I don't have time for it."

"Ah, but you have time for it with Bae," Hook said, slowly sliding the rope out of her hand, almost in a seductive way. "Walks along the beach, moonlight boat rides. If you're trying to hide something from me, maybe you should pick less obvious locations. You're practically throwing it in my face."

"What are you talking about? Those are public places," Emma said.

"So why those public places, love? If you wanted to avoid me, why are you flaunting your newfound love right by my ship? I think you want me to forget about all those moments in Neverland by rubbing your new relationship in my face," he said, so close now their noses were almost touching. "If you don't care for my company, at least do the honorable thing and just tell me."

"This is ridiculous," Emma said, starting for the gangplank. "I just came to see what you were up to, not start another argument. Whatever you think happened in Neverland, you're mistaken." Another lie. Actually, a bold-faced lie. In fact, a great deal happened in Neverland. Days fighting tirelessly side by side to bring back Henry, Killian comforting her in his arms. Gentle kisses under the stars of Neverland, letting herself get lost in the pirate she had come to care for so much. Outraged, Hook was immediately on her heels and spun her around so she was now in his arms.

"I care for you, Emma. You know I do. I want to be with you. If you don't feel the same, tell me now. I've waited three hundred years to feel like this again and I'd hate for it to be wasted on something that can not be." Emma said nothing, she just stared into his eyes. He waited for her answer, and waited. She couldn't do it. When nothing came, he released her from his grasp. "Very well, Emma. Give my regards to Baelfire."

"You are such an ass," Emma said.

"And why might that be? Because the only one I see being unfair in this situation is you. My intentions are clear. You are the one avoiding giving me a straight answer in favor of playing silly mind games."

"Why can't you be normal," she yelled with a groan of annoyance, not really even knowing what she meant by that. He looked back at her with a sarcastic smirk, as if she magically expected everything around them to suddenly become a different town.

"I'm Captain Hook, love. You're the daughter of Snow White. What is this normal that you expect?"

"Respect, boundaries, time to process how I feel," Emma finally yelled. He was right, and she knew it. She should have been up front from the start. Instead, she put more walls around her heart, even lowered herself to playing games that would make him jealous, just to see if he would fight for her. Instead, he waited patiently for her, agonizingly watching her spend time with another man. A man he actually cared for as family once. Hook's shoulders collapsed in defeat. That was not the answer he was hoping for.

"That's all you needed to say, love," he said, gently pulling her towards the gangplank. "If it's space you want, it's space you'll get." His demeanor changed from defeat to obvious jealousy as he pictured the scene he saw the night before. He had seen them on the beach. The sight of seeing Neal, holding her like he wanted to, caressing her face, kissing her. It drove him mad with jealousy. "Although, I don't know how much space you really need after the last time I saw you with Bae, his arms all over you. You were more smothered than if he were an octopus." There was no fighting in hiding his jealousy now.

"You're unbelievable," Emma said. After she stepped onto the dock, she watched him pull the anchor up onto the deck. "And where do you think you're going?"

"I need the open sea, love. Clear my head," Hook called back as he leapt up to the helm.

"You can't just leave Storybrooke," she called after him. "What if someone sees you?"

"If you couldn't wound me anymore, Emma, you insult my intelligence. I would not be so foolish," he said as he turned the wheel hard. "And I'm not leaving Storybrooke, love. Getting rid of me isn't that simple." The sails of the Jolly Roger slowly pillowed and the ship pulled out of the dock. "Unlike the previous men in your life, I won't leave you so easily!" As the ship pulled out of the docks, Emma let out a frustrated grunt. Why did he make her so mad?!

Henry kicked the ground as he walked with Neal through the forest. At first, Henry was excited when his Dad suggested they take a hike, but as they got deeper into the forest, he became lost in thought. Neal tried to shake his son out of his funk, playfully bumping them as they walked, but Henry only gave him a half hearted smile and continued to kick a pebble down the road.

"Henry, what's up with you? You're not normally like this."

"It's Mom," Henry said. "I don't know how to make her happy. She's just so sad all the time." Neal thought back to their previous night on the beach. She definitely wasn't sad then, at least as far as he could tell.

"Why do you think your Mom is so sad?" Henry sighed and looked up at his dad with puppy dog eyes.

"When Mom came back from your date last night, she was happy yet sad at the same time. I know she loves you, but things are just...different now," Henry admitted.

"Hook," Neal said somberly.

"Yeah," Henry said, knowing he was upsetting his Dad by telling him the truth. "She gets sad when she talks to him too, but it's kinda different. I don't know why."

"Well," Neal said as he put his arm around his son. "You're Mom has those infamous walls up. It's always hard to tell what she's really thinking or feeling. But your Mom is a smart girl. And Hook and I care about her enough not to push her into something she doesn't want to do. I'll talk to her." Neal ruffled his hair playfully. "Besides, there's one guy in her life who could never make her sad." Henry nodded and leaned onto his dad's arm. As they continued their walk, they came upon the wishing well. Henry ran over to it and peered down the well.

"Dad, look!" Neal couldn't help but feel happy to see his son smile again. "It's the well where Mom came back. She used it as a portal." Henry leaned forward a bit more, shifting his weight so he was balancing solely on his stomach with his feet completely off the ground. Neal felt his heart jump up into his throat.

"Whoa! Careful buddy," Neal said, unable to hide his fear as he lowered Henry's feet so they were flat on the ground. No portal jumping for his son, not on his watch. Henry realized his error and made sure to only rise on his toes as he leaned over to look at the water again.

"Do you think the water is still connected to the Enchanted Forest," Henry asked eagerly. Neal looked down into the well and shook his head.

"I don't think so, kid. It looks like it was just a one time thing," Neal said. Henry started to walk around the well, letting his hand run on the mossy stones. Neal felt completely relaxed again as it seemed his son was back to his cheerful self. Henry stopped suddenly and bent over to grab something that caught his eye.

"Hey, look- a penny! I wonder who dropped a penny all the way out here," Henry said. Neal took it from Henry and turned it over in his fingers.

"Which side was face up? Heads or tails?"

"Heads," Henry said proudly. Neal handed the penny back to him and tucked it into his fingers.

"Well, you have to make a wish then," Neal said, gesturing towards the well. Henry was a bit skeptical.

"Are you sure? We're in Storybrooke," Henry said, unsure if this was a good idea. Neal was a bit disappointed. During his time with the Darlings, it was all the little moments with them that made his time special. Walking in the park, surprise treats, reading a book quietly in the parlor as a family, tossing a coin in a fountain to make a wish. Why couldn't Henry enjoy the little pleasures of life without having to worry about magic?

"Come on, Henry. It's just a regular penny. And you found it at a wishing well. What else are you supposed to do with it? You have to make a wish!" Henry looked at him with concern. He wasn't sure it was the best idea. "It's just for fun, kid." Henry nodded in agreement and held the penny tight in his fist, clenching his eyes tight.

'I wish, just for one day, my Mom's heart would be free of her walls,' Henry thought before dropping the coin. He opened his eyes and watched the penny fall down the hole into the darkness. He heard a small splash as it hit the water. Henry held his breath as he waited for something to happen. A flash, a puff of smoke- anything. After a moment, nothing. Neal gave Henry another playful nudge.

"See, kid? I told you. Nothing to be worried about."

"I guess you're right."

"Come on, let's go," Neal said as he ushered his son down the rest of the hiking trail. If they waited for one more moment, they would have seen the wishing well as small sparkles started to float out of the water.