This is my first CS fanfic so I hope you guys like it. I give credit to peaceheather because she created the prompt, I just wrote my own interpretation. I plan on this being a Three-Shot. Enjoy!

Part 1: Becoming Lonely

"Who are these guys?" Emma screamed to Hook over the noise of running water as they battled a group of people in cloaks of browns and blacks.

"They call themselves the 'Lost Boys!'" Hook yelled back as he blocked a blade that could have nearly severed his left arm. "Quite a friendly lot! Don't you agree, love?"

Emma decided to grace his response with an eye roll as she fought off her own attacker. Not five minutes ago Hook and her were discussing possible areas on the island to search for Henry. They had been in Neverland for about two weeks and had turned up with no signs of Henry on any of the beaches. Each day Henry was gone, Emma became more and more restless and their whole group could tell she was beginning to fall apart. Emma was only seen smiling when Hook would respond to her words with his witty remarks and innuendos. Their banter made her feel like things were back to the way they were before and after slowly becoming friends with Hook, she had begun to call him Killian.

It had been decided to search further inland but to stay away from Indian and Mermaid territory until they had no where else to check. Each day two to three people would go and scout the island while the others stayed and guarded the ship. Today was Emma and Hook's turn. They had gone through an hour worth of forest and reached a river that they had decided to follow it downstream in hope of a sign of some-sort. As luck would have it, once they had gotten to the end of the river where it rushed into a waterfall, they were ambushed and cornered to the edge of the cliff where the water dropped off.

"Why are they attacking us?" Emma yelled to her right as she got close enough to one of her attackers to strike him in the temple with the hilt of her sword, dropping him to the ground.

"They know we want Henry and either they have him, or they are looking for him too," Hook paused as he sliced one of the Lost Boys in the shoulder and then kicked him in the chest to push him away, " and they see us as a threat."

Just as the army of Lost Boys began to decrease in number, more came out of the trees and separated Hook and Emma from each other. After what seemed like hours of Emma fighting the Lost Boys to get back in eye-sight of Hook, she hears a howl of pain which sounds like it came from Hook. Her eyes widen in sudden fear and she starts to slice her sword in the air at her attackers, not caring how much blood she sheds. She has to find Killian.

The numbers begin to decrease again but she can not find Hook. She is about to yell for him as she begins to fight a smaller boy in a black cloak when she glimpses something on the ground. She kicks the boy with as much power she can muster in the stomach and draws her attention to the ground and she freezes uncomprehendingly as she sees a piece of black leather and Killian's hook covered in a layer of blood and laying on the forest ground.

She slowly picks up his hook in a trance and stares at it, slightly trembling. Though her mind was telling her he was killed by the Lost Boys her heart was telling her it was impossible. He did not go anywhere without his hook and he would want it back when she found him. She had to find him.

"Killian?" she cried out in question, feeling alone. She began to walk further into the woods when a lost boy came at her, pushing her towards the water. In a rush, she took the hook and plunged it into the boys throat before pulling it out and whimpered as the boy dropped. She tried to think of these attackers as anything but children, but they looked like children and many of them were the size as boy. Boys like Henry.

Without a warning, the smaller boy she had kicked away from her earlier came at her with a tree branch and swung it, slamming the branch into her face and making her jump back and lose her footing in both surprise and pain, falling right off the edge into the waterfall.

She did not have time to scream as water enveloped her and pushed her down the side of the cliff. Her stomach flew up into her throat as she struggled to breath and got caught in the water. Darkness surrounded her by the time she hit the bottom.

When Hook was in battle he fought as if he were angry. He was unable to think about anything but his opponents and their dueling weapons. And the fact that his opponents had separated him and Emma made him furious. He knew from past experiences that the Lost Boys were nothing like boys from his world. They had no moral code or ethics. They had no guilt when it came to killing so neither did Hook. As they pushed him further and further into the woods he just fought harder and harder, taking them down with a passion.

He could not forgive himself if any of the boys hurt Emma. He knew from experience that her fighting skills were weak and the thought of her losing tore at him. Emma had made him feel emotions he had not felt in centuries. If he lost her he would truly be alone.

As he sliced through one of the boys shoulders, another grabbed his hook and twisted it off. He was not fast enough in pulling his blade out of the boys body to stop the other one from striking Killian in the side with his own hook. He cried out in pain and cut at the boys stomach, making the boy drop his hook as his own blood covered it. Another boy sliced at his same side and cut his coat that was coated in Killian's blood. Killian growled and slammed the hilt of his sword into the boys head knocking him out cold.

The numbers began to decrease but they had succeeded in pushing him away from Emma since the rushing water was now a distant hum. He hated to appear weak but he had to see where Emma was so he threw his sword at one of Lost Boys and then ran towards where he left Emma. When he heard his name called out by her, he quickened his pace.

When he finally saw Emma he grinned. She was holding his hook and had a look of determination and…something else he could not place set on her face. He should have never doubted her abilities. He was about to run into the small clearing of the forest when he saw a lost boy run at her. She dug his hook into the boys neck but was too focused on that to notice the boy with the tree branch attack her.

"Emma!" He shouted and ran towards her but it was too late. She had fallen off the cliff into the falls. His blood turned to ice as he stood there for a moment in total despair. He ran at the boy while taking a dagger out of his belt and buried it into the boy's throat and then tossed him to the ground as he looked over the edge. She was no where to be seen. He stood still as he relived her exit in horror.

He heard footsteps beginning to surround him but he did not care. He collapsed to his knees and stared at the grass as he began to realize she was gone. She was the one thing that did not remind him of his lifetime of suffering and revenge. Now he had no one. He should have died, not her. One angry tear fell from his face as the Lost Boys tied his hands behind him and then slammed a rock over his head, silencing the thoughts that tormented him.