Author's Note: Just a warning… This fic contains an "M" rating for adult material in some chapters. It will be a multi-chapter fic.

This story begins in 3x22 as Hook and Emma kiss outside of Granny's.

Chapter 1: Diverted

He couldn't believe it was finally happening. He'd told her the truth, and she'd kissed him. It didn't feel like she was trying to prove a point or silence him. It felt full of emotion, gratitude, and promise. The kiss was passionate, intense and tender all at once. Even when they stopped for a breath of air, she smiled and came back to him.

It seemed the next thing he knew, they were standing, bodies pressed together as their kiss deepened. The ground seemed suddenly less steady beneath his feet, and although he quickly found his balance, she nearly tipped. He tightened his arm around her waist to keep her standing, scarcely noticing or caring that something was different around them. Hook took a breath, and then a risk, his lips moving from her mouth and kissing down to her neck. Her hands tightened, one in his hair and one at the small of his back, and when she tilted her head to allow him more access, he felt a surge of excitement that, for once, she wasn't pushing him away. She breathed more heavily, her sigh ringing like a song through his body that he'd been waiting to hear. Mist dotted what little exposed skin he had, but it wasn't until he tasted the sea on her neck that he backed away for a moment.

Her eyes were heavy with desire, and he wanted nothing more than to see just how far her willingness would go, but at the same time, they suddenly became aware of their surroundings. "What the hell?" Emma asked as she looked around.

It was obvious they were no longer outside of Granny's. His confusion morphed into joy when he realized they were standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger. He took Emma's hand and dashed toward the helm, looking for proof that the ship was actually his. He laughed, confused but thrilled as he asked, "How'd we get here?"

"Where are we?" Emma wondered.

"The Jolly Roger! Isn't it obvious?"

"But I thought you said you traded it?"

"I did."

"Even if this really is your ship… What ocean is it in, in what world, and when?"

He looked for clues in the sky, searching for familiar patterns of stars before he answered, "This is my ship. But I don't recognize these skies."

"How did this happen. We were…" she stopped and looked at him a little shyly, which was rare for her. "We were outside Granny's…together. Obviously something happened."

"Indeed it did," he said as he raised an eyebrow and flashed a scandalous grin.

"So how do we figure out where we are? We can't just float and see where we end up."

He tried again to search the clear night sky for something that seemed familiar, but was still uncertain. "Perhaps tomorrow we'll be able to see signs of land. In the meanwhile, we should check our provisions and see if there's anyone else on board."

As she tried to find her sea legs, she stumbled just a little, and even in the uncertainty of their circumstance, he managed to flirt. "If you wanted to be on the arm of a dashing swashbuckler, all you had to do was grab on."

She rolled her eyes and gestured for him to go first.

"Better stay close, love," he warned.

"I'm pretty good at taking care of myself."

He turned back, tilting his head as he replied, "Aye. Usually. But I'd have drowned at the hands of the Zelena if not for you, and you'd be lost in New York if not for me. Sometimes it's good to have a mate at your back. Until we figure out what's going on here, I say we stay close."

She followed him as she walked and teased back, "If you want to keep me close, you could just ask."

"I've tried asking. Repeatedly." He descended into his cabin and looked around, "Everything is as I'd left it."

They moved to the other spaces below deck, checking the crew bunks and cargo hold, but finding no one. They looked through the ship's provisions, and Hook seemed a bit more concerned. "We don't have much. Food is low, but I'm sure we can catch something. Rum is low. Other provisions are pretty much non-existent."

"Rum? Rum counts as a provision," she skeptically teased.

"Rum is safer than barreled water," he warned. "We'll be alright for a few days, longer if necessary, but since I can't tell where we are by the stars, our best chance is to find land. We can ask some questions and resupply. Maybe we'll see something by daybreak that will help us find our location."

He was momentarily distracted by his ship, his other love. He felt the worn wood of one of the rails beneath his fingertips as he walked across the familiar planks that covered the deck. He found a lantern and lit it, hanging it so they could see more clearly. He tried to look up into the sails to see if there were any problems that might need his immediate attention but it was too dark to do a thorough inspection. He noticed out of the corner of his eye that Emma was watching him. She was standing, arms folded, her legs yielding to the sway of the sea. "I thought I was the only one you looked at like that," she blandly joked.

"Perhaps you're jealous?" he asked. She was silent, so he added, "You know…I told you before, you have a little pirate in you. Standing there, on the deck of this ship, arms crossed, sturdy sea legs, scowling to frighten off whoever may encroach…you look the part."

"I'm not scowling."

He walked around her, inspecting her form, peeking over her shoulder and saying, "Scowl all you want. You won't frighten me off." Before she could argue, he loudly added, "Believe me, if you want to be a good pirate, it's important to inspire fear. You need the right look." He shucked off his heavy leather jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

She shifted under its weight. "Oh, god!" she said as she felt it settle on her back. "How do you walk around with this?"

He folded his arms, bringing his hand to his chin, his thumb tapping his lips while he inspected her again. "I could use a first mate."

"Could you?" she coyly asked.

"You'd have to learn a few things. Most importantly, when I give an order, the proper response is, 'Aye Cap'n.' Give it a try."

She laughed and shook her head, "You want me to take orders… from you?"

"Why not? I've taken orders from you. In Neverland. In Storybrooke. In fact, I've taken more orders from you than I have from anyone since my brother. Here, I'm the Captain. Unless you're considering mutiny?" he asked. He grabbed the sides of his heavy leather coat with his hand and hook, and lifted the jacket to pull it onto her shoulders better. When he was done, he was still holding the sides of the jacket.

"Mutiny?" She looked around, snickering, "Doesn't look like I'll have a lot of help."

"Maybe…," he said while his hand slipped up the lapel of his jacket and gently tugged her forward, "I could try to convince you of the benefits of joining the crew, staying on as first mate."

Just before his lips brushed hers, she grinned, "I had no idea first mates and captains were so close. Wasn't Smee your first mate until recently? Must get lonely at sea."

"I can assure you, it's never been that lonely," he replied. His hand slipped inside her jacket, touching the soft fabric of her shirt. "But then Smee lacked your figure…and almost everything else you possess."

He leaned in, just about to kiss her again and she put a hand on his chest, warning, "Hook…"

"A few moments ago you were thanking me, calling me Killian, and you weren't exactly pushing me away. What's changed?"

"Everything's changed. We can't do this. Not now."

"Our geography may have changed, but there's nothing different between us. I'm beginning to think it's okay if you are the one who kisses me. But for some reason it's not okay if I kiss you. Seems a bit unfair."

"I seem to remember you doing plenty of kissing," she argued.

"But only if you instigate it. If I'm wrong, prove it," he challenged.

He leaned closer, slowly, challenging her to stop him or just accept that she was going to be kissed. His eyes refused to leave hers as he closed the distance between them. Her lips were full and soft, the feeling of them against his was something he'd thought of constantly since the first time she'd kissed him. His hand still moved against her shirt, soaking up the warmth underneath. He could feel her fingers pressed against his leather vest, moving over his chest and down to his abdomen.

Her tongue slipped between his lips, deepening their kiss once again. She was driving him crazy. Her hands moved over his arms, and he could feel her even closer than he had before since he wasn't wearing his jacket. He could feel the heat of her touch because only his black linen shirt covered his arms. As her hands moved up to his shoulders, he could feel her hanging onto him, and he never wanted her to stop.

"Killian?" she asked, her hands moving back to his chest and firmly pressing him back.

"That sounds much better, Emma," he answered against her lips.

"We have to figure out what's going on here. We can't get distracted."

"I'll tell you what's going on. You and I are here, together, and we have a night alone. Might as well make the most of it before the next battle or monster or curse."

"I don't even know if this is real."

He pressed his forehead to hers and said, "It feels real enough to me."

She smiled at him, pressing one more quick kiss against his lips and whispering, "I'm not saying no. I'm saying not yet."

Hook watched while she walked away with his coat still draped over her shoulders as she tried to solve the mystery of where they were. She was so beautiful, like a vision lit by a small lantern and the stars above. As much as he wished he could be holding her, at least he had something. He remembered escaping the curse as he stood on that very same deck, completely alone. He finally had his Emma and the Jolly Roger, and he could only hope that he'd be able to keep them both. Of course if he had to choose again, he knew he'd gladly trade the vessel for the woman he loved, the woman he'd do anything for. "Do you have your magic?" he asked.

"For what?" she wondered.

"Good to know if this world has magic or not. Might help us narrow down the possibilities."

"I'm not good at controlling it. I can try."

She winced, but closed her eyes to concentrate.

Hook smiled proudly as two unlit lanterns behind him flickered to life. "Might be useful having the saviour on board. Can you conjure a barrel of rum and a few fathoms of rope?" he questioned.

"I don't think it works like that. At least not for me," she answered.

"A mirror?"

"What about a mirror?"

"If you have one, can't you look into it? Find out where we are?"

"I don't think so. Although… maybe I can try to see Henry or my parents. Maybe they know something about what happened."

They went below deck to his cabin and found an old, slightly warped mirror. He held it up as she closed her eyes, drawing on her emotion, looking inward, and focusing on finding her family. Her eyes darted open when she heard an unfamiliar voice. The image in the glass showed a young girl. The girl was trapped in a cage, reaching her skinny fingers between the bars as she pleaded for help. "Please, help me. Find my parents," the child begged. "If you don't hurry, I'll die."

"Who are you?" Hook asked the image, but since it was merely an image, the girl did not attempt to reply.

The vision whisked away as Emma was overcome by what she saw before her. Her hand clasped over her mouth, she turned to Hook for answers. Fearing she was accusing him of some wrongdoing, he answered, "I did not imprison that girl."

"I didn't say that you did," Emma argued loudly. "Do you know who she is?"

"No idea."

"We need to find out."

"So we need to go find someone we don't know, in places unknown, when we, ourselves, aren't sure where we are?"

"She'll die! You heard her!" Emma adamantly countered.

"I did. But unless you can see her again, we don't even know where she is. I don't know how to captain this vessel to a vision."

Emma screwed her eyes tightly shut and tried to concentrate, but she was obviously weary. Seeing the unsteadiness in her legs, he wrapped his arm around her and guided her to his bunk. He took his coat from her shoulders and helped her out of her jacket and shoes. "Get some sleep, love. You need rest if you want to continue your saviour duties," he whispered.

Her eyes were heavy as he pulled the blankets up around her. "I hope Henry's alright," she said.

"Try to see him tomorrow. He's with your parents and Regina. I'm sure he's well cared for."

He watched while the worry on her face softened only slightly as she fell asleep, spent from the day and the adventure they'd only just returned from. He leaned down, placing a single, delicate kiss against her forehead. Quietly he dug out some old star charts in the hopes of figuring out where they were before she woke again.

To be continued…