Distracting Captain Hook
"He's doing it again," Prince Charming sighed in exasperation as he entered the room where his wife was comfortably curled on a chair, knitting miniature socks.
"What do you mean?" Snow asked, not taking her focus off of her work.
"Hook," the blond man answered, vaguely gesturing his arm in the direction he'd just come from, "He's sitting out there again, staring at the sky, moping. He barely noticed when I called him."
Snow put down her knitting and looked up to her husband's frustrated expression. "You know he just misses Emma," she told him gently.
Charming ran a hand through his hair and let out a huff. "I know, I know. But you'd think he'd find something else to do, even if it would just be a distraction for a little while."
"And what would you suggest he do?" the dark-haired woman asked him pointedly. "Find another woman?"
"NO, of course not!" Charming exclaimed. "Maybe…take his ship out or something," he muttered.
Snow stood and walked over to her husband. She examined his expression for a few seconds before speaking. "I know you want to help your friend, Charming, but sometimes people just need to help themselves."
"There has to be SOMETHING we can get him to do," Charming wondered aloud.
Snow put her hands up on her husband's chest and absently rubbed circles on it while she thoughtfully contemplated their options. After a minute or so, she slowly raised her head, and even more slowly, a grin spread across her face.
"What are you thinking?" Charming asked warily, somewhat distracted by her questing hands.
"Just a thought…" Snow trailed off, her grin widening
"Ye-es?"
"We could always send him off on a quest…" she playfully commented, though there was an undertone of serious intent.
"Well, don't keep me in suspense, Snow," Charming answered, the corner of his mouth twitching up.
"Maybe a quest…to bring a lost princess home?" Snow suggested, her face gentling into an expression of melancholy.
"But Regina said she doesn't have her memories. And we don't even know where she is," her husband pointed out.
"All the better," she said lightly, stopping the circling movements of her hands and patting his chest twice. She spread them out to his shoulders and looked up at him with a patient smile. "Or would you prefer to see him moping after Emma for the rest of our days?"
"Isn't that a bit dramatic?" Charming wondered, an amused grin on his face. "The rest of our days?"
"You told me yourself you thought he was truly in love with her," Snow commented.
"Well…yeah, but…"
"Would you be able to forget about me or move on when you knew I was still alive out there somewhere?" the dark-haired woman asked pointedly.
"Um…no…but…" Charming let out another exasperated breath and lifted his eyes to the ceiling. "Fine," he surrendered, "We'll send him off to find Emma." He looked down at his wife. "I just don't know how he's supposed to bring her memories back. Or how he'll even get back to that world."
"Let's go talk to the Blue Fairy," Snow said with a happy, contented grin.