Author's Note: This story takes place after the season 2 finale however some changes have been made. I do not own Once Upon A Time or their characters.

This was not happening to her. This could very well be the worst thing that had ever happened to her. And she had had a lot happen to her in the last 28 years.

She watched as the sea sailed past the small window in the small dark room she was laying in. She could hear arguing on the deck, no doubt one of Hook's men had messed up again. Loud footsteps echoed toward the room she was currently hiding away in. The door crashed open with a loud thud.

"What did that door ever do to you?" She asked sarcastically. The intruder jumped a bit, not expecting to find anyone else in his cabin.

"Apparently you can't read Swan," he remarked as he crossed the room to the cabinet filled with bottles, "but this is the Captain's cabin."

He opened the cabinet swiftly, grabbing a bottle, and closing it carefully. Double checking that the lock had been put properly in its place. He uncorked the bottle with his teeth and spit the cork out. He threw back his head and took a long swig from it.

She watched as his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed the amber liquid. When he was done he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and offered the bottle to her. She shook her head and rolled over in the bed to face the wall.

"You know I didn't think it would be this easy to get you into bed," he smirked behind her. She rolled her eyes and rolled over to look at him once more.

"If I wasn't so exhausted I wouldn't be in your bed Hook," she smirked at him, "trust me."

"That's what you say now love."

"Don't call me love."

"Whatever you say love." She rolled her eyes at him again. She began to think her eyes would become permanently stuck like that if Hook continued his antics.

He smiled sweetly at her and plopped down on the bed beside her.

"Well if you're too exhausted to move then I suggest rolling over and giving me a bit of room."

"I didn't say I was too exhausted to move."

"Emma," he looked at her seriously, "You haven't slept in almost two days and there is enough room in this bed for the two of us. I would suggest getting as much sleep as you can. Once we hit land you'll be wishing for it." He smirked at her once more, "And I don't mean wishing for me love."

She sighed and couldn't help but snuggle into his sheets a little more. His bed was more than comfortable and Hook was right. She hadn't fallen asleep for more than a few hours at a time in the last week.

"What were you arguing about now?" She asked to break the silence that had settled.

"One of my new men thought he had the better plan than the Captain and I was simply informing him he did not." He placed his hook on the table next to the bed and turned to look at her. Emma lay still, assessing the man laying across from her.

"Which was?"

"He wanted to hit land and run straight into the forest," he shrugged, "and that is the fastest way to get killed. If Pan and the Lost Boys don't get you first then the forest surely will." His face was set in a grim line and his eyes looked far off in memories.

"Have you ever lost anyone in there?" She asked but Emma did not want to know the answer.

"Some of my best."

Emma couldn't help but let the shiver run down her spine. If some of Hook's finest couldn't survive the forest then how could their group ever hope to last the night.

"The thing about this retched island is that it is run on beliefs and your memories." He swallowed hard before continuing. "The longer you stay the more you forget. This island is designed to trap you and kill you. Everything is beautiful and deadly. Especially you." He winked at her and again she rolled her eyes.

Emma turned away from him and faced the wall.

"Good night Hook."

She felt him roll closer to her and place his good arm on her hip.

"You know it can get extremely cold here," he whispered in her ear, making her shiver again, "It might be a good idea for us to share body warmth."

Emma shoved against the wall, effectively pushing Hook out of the bed. She quickly got up and headed for the door, glancing over her shoulder as he stood up and dusted the dirt off his shirt.

"Suddenly I'm not tired anymore."

She shut the door behind her a little more firmly than she meant. Some of the crew looked up at her curiously but she ignored their stares. She was thankful that Hook had managed to round up some of his old crew and gain new members. She was even more thankful that he offered to go after Henry with her while Mary Margaret, David, Regina and Gold tried to figure out what to do back in Storybrooke. There was an argument naturally but in the end Emma was resolute in her coming alone with Hook and his crew. She didn't want to risk anymore lives than necessary.

They had only been sailing for a day and the weather was on their side for now. Hook told them it would only take three days to reach land and then nearly two weeks to reach Pan's hideout. It was precious time to her that was being wasted away. Precious time that meant Henry was somewhere in Neverland being lost and alone. Something Emma never wanted Henry to feel.

She heard the door of the cabin open and close and could feel Hook's stare on her back. He came up behind her and stood next to her at the railing.

"We'll get him Emma," he said looking at her, "I promise you that. Come hell or high water we'll get your son back."

"I know." She stared hard at the ocean that slowly passed her. She knew this adventure was risky and knew that they were gambling with their lives but at this point she didn't care. The only thing that took over her thoughts were getting back to Henry and bringing him home.