AN: I don't own anything, just playing. This is just a quick one-shot I thought of after watching Snow in the cave, I know I would be upset if my mom said something like that. Obviously this is OOC…I may add a second chapter of Snow, David and Emma talking.

Walking out of the cave, Emma couldn't hold back the emotions that were slowly suffocating her. First and foremost she felt anger. She was angry at Neal for being alive, angry at David for not telling her sooner about being trapped, angry at Snow for telling her she had to find Neil, and then there was Hook. The pirate who made her feel thing she hadn't felt in years, he made her shiver with just one look, he made her feel safe and protected. Safe. Protected. Those were two things she had never felt before; she always had to be the strong one, the one who never broke down. But with Hook, she could feel her walls falling down piece by piece, she was ready to let him in, but now…now she wasn't sure.

Neal put a hand on Emma's shoulder, "Are you okay?" he asked, but from the incredulous look on her face that wasn't the best question he could have asked. Hook stifled a laugh while Neal retracted his hand and tried his best to give her his most charming smile.

"Am I okay?" asked Emma, "Are you really asking me that right now? Because I'm pretty sure you're not even that stupid to ask a question like that!"

Snow stepped in, "Sharing our darkest secrets wasn't easy Emma, and we can help you. We're family."

"Family! You want to talk about family?" shouted Emma "I come to this Godforsaken island in search of my son because his father fell in love with a psycho bitch and didn't listen to me! Now I've got a seventeen year old boy with a serious attitude problem screwing with me because he got bored one day!" Emma saw Snow about to interrupt but she was on a roll now, "No, you don't get to interrupt me! I need to say this! I'm trying here! I'm really trying to be a daughter but I have no idea how! What do you want from me? Do you want me to call you mommy and daddy, come to you with my boy problems or sneak in the house when it's past ten o'clock on a school night? I know I'm not perfect, I have enough problems to make Doctor Phil call it quits but you talking about replacing me hurts! It really hurts! Oh but wait, that doesn't matter because my father is stuck on the island from hell because nothing in my life can ever go smoothly! I'm tired of being abandoned, I'm tired of people coming in and out of my life because I'm not worth their time or their love. So you know what? Start a new family, have a bunch of kids and leave me out of it. I'm done with this bullshit you people call family!" Emma turned to Neal and slapped him hard, "Why do you keep destroying me? Why can't you ever let me be happy? I finally found someone that I could be with, maybe even love! But no, you have to come in and screw it up like always! Why can't you just let me be happy?"

By the time she was done Emma was breathing hard; tears were rolling down her cheeks. She looked around and saw the pain on her parents' faces, the hurt on Neal's face and the look of shock on Hooks. None if it mattered anymore though, she finally got what she needed off her chest. She walked away claiming she needed to pee but in reality she felt that if she stayed there for one more minute she was going to fall apart completely. The anger was fading and now all that was left was the sadness of being alone. Again.

Emma held her head in her hands trying to breathe, her chest was on fire. It felt like someone had ripped her heart out, she tried to hold onto the anger as long as possible. Anger was easy to handle, it allowed her to push the pain down as far as she could and to ignore it until it was just a dull ache. The scent of rum and salt water hit her like a ton of bricks, she loved that smell, and she didn't even realize she associated it with home until that moment.

"I won't ask if you're alright love, that question seems to spike a bit of anger in you." Hook sat down and put his hand on her shoulder, "Talk to me love, I'm not going anywhere."

Emma put her head on his shoulder, if this was the end of their relationship before it even began; she was going to soak up every bit of the warm feeling she could and savor it while it lasted. "Peter Pan was my favorite book growing up, I always wanted Peter to find me and take me away from foster care. I was seven when I stopped believing in happily ever after. I just knew that I wasn't going to find my parents and since they didn't want me why would anyone else?"

"The way I see it love is that you're stuck with me." Hook smiled at the look Emma gave him. "I'm serious, you think I'm going to stop fighting for you just because Bae is back? You think I'm going to allow him to come between this thing that we have going on? Emma, you mean something to me and maybe we'll fall in love or we'll go our separate ways. I can't tell you the future, but one thing I can tell you is that I will fight for you and for Henry. If for some reason we don't work out, it will be because we both decided that it's not working, you just have to trust me Emma. You have to trust us."

Emma looked into Hooks eyes, could she trust him? Trust him with her heart? More importantly could she trust him with Henry? She decided to take a leap of faith; she would trust him to help her find her son, to make her heart whole again. She kissed him with all the passion she could, this time Hook didn't hesitate in kissing her back. In that moment, Emma knew that she would never regret her decision to put her trust in Hook. He was a lot of things, but he was also a man of honor. Slowly the kiss ended, Hook pulled Emma into a warm embrace silently thanking whatever higher power brought this crazy women into his life.

"We really should get back to them before they start to look for us," mumbled Emma "do you think I should apologize to Snow and David?"

Hook held her tighter, "No you don't have to apologize for feeling the way you do, but heading back could be a good idea." Neither made a move to leave the perfect bubble that they were in, it felt too right to move at that moment.