Emma woke up in the middle of the night, gasping for air. She was sweaty and cold. She had a nightmare she had already forgotten. She looked around and remembered where she was. She realized she was completely alone. She had let Henry stay at Regina's, partly because she felt guilty for breaking Robin and Regina up. Her parents were in their apartment, probably too busy with baby Neal anyway. She didn't dare to bother Ruby or Granny. The only guest available was Hook. But she was alone. It was better than nothing, plus he was just a step away from her door, across the hall. She stood up and took a quick glance in the mirror. She wasn't sure what the kiss they had shared a few hours ago meant, but she felt the urge of looking her possible best at 4 in the morning for him. She stared at her reflection for a couple of minutes, but decided it was too early to care. She knocked on his door and pretended to wait patiently. He didn't answer right away. –He probably is drunk, anyway— she thought. But she kept trying. He finally opened the door, squinting, naked. He smiled sweetly.

"Swan"

"Can I come in?" she said, going in the room without waiting for his consent. She looked for the bed and snuggled under the covers immediately.

"I believe you're in the wrong room, love. Yours is… somewhere else." He slammed the door shut, walked to the edge of his bed and just let his body fall.

"Ow! That hurt!"

"Sorry love" he said, his voice muffled against the pillow. He didn't move.

"Ugh, I shouldn't have come to you. I knew it was a bad idea," she said, trying to free her arm out from under his body.

"What's wrong Swan?" he asked. His voice changed from a sleepy monotone to an intrigued ring. He sat down, his back against the wall. He grabbed the arm he had underneath him and pulled it slightly so she would come sit by his side.

She smiled shyly. "Nightmare"

"Nightmare. Do you want to talk about it?"

"Do you want to explain to me why you're naked?"

"Fair enough, love" he looked at her, searching for something in her eyes. She looked relieved he was there. They smiled at each other and she looked away, probably blushing. He grabbed her face gently and pulled her towards him leaning in for a kiss. When their lips were almost touching, she changed her aim for his cheek. She hugged him.

"Just… hold me tight tonight, ok? I don't want to be alone"

"While I'm here, love, you never will be" he replied, a hint of disappointment in his voice. They slid under the covers and ended up falling asleep, spooning.

"Mom!" Henry called the next morning. He was knocking on her door, with no answer.

"Henry? What's going on?" Ruby's voice came from downstairs.

"Do you know if my mom's in her room?"

"She should be! Is it locked?"

The door opened swiftly. He looked around the room and saw the bed was unmade. -She is here, then-, he thought. "It's empty, Ruby!" he yelled.

"You should try Hook's room! Maybe she's hiding there!" Ruby replied, laughing.

He knew she meant it as a joke, but still, Henry opened his door slowly, knowing he never locked it. He tiptoed his way in, until he saw it. His mom, (wearing a T-shirt too big on her and her underwear), and Hook, (naked), were asleep, (still spooning), as if they didn't even move an inch the whole night. He screamed in surprise.

Emma woke up cold turkey, pushing Hook away. He rolled over and stretched calmly. She ran to Henry and hugged him. "What are you doing here? We were supposed to meet downstairs for breakfast at 8 o'clock!" she exclaimed.

"It's…. eight…. thirty… mom…" he replied, his face blank in shock.

She looked down at what she was wearing, and then looked at Killian, who was drifting off again (still completely naked). She understood what her son was thinking. "No, no, no, no! It's definitely not what it looks like! Henry, look at me! IT'S NOT WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!"

Regina and David ran up the stairs with Ruby, answering to Henry's scream, the three of them immediately adopting the same expression as the boy. David curled his fists angrily, Regina hugged Henry protectively and Ruby just stared at Hook with her mouth open.

"It's not what it looks like…" Emma repeated, almost in a whisper, looking into her father's eyes.

"It sure is what it looks like, love. No good will it do, denying it" Hook laughed, his voice filling the room. Suddenly the room felt crowded.

David threw Hook a towel. "To think I used to like you"

Killian wrapped it around his waist and chuckled. "Don't give up just yet, mate. We're just getting started"

Emma growled in frustration and left the room. Everyone else could hear her door slam behind her. She got in the shower, probably the quickest shower she had taken in a long time, and got dressed. She wore her leather red jacket and a gray beanie. Right outside her door was ever charming Hook. He placed his hand across the frame of the door, so she couldn't get out of the room.

"You know I was joking, right love?"

"An unnecessary joke which leads to many interrogations, I hope you realize" she answered, trying to get past his arm.

"No, no, no. Don't get mad"

"Henry already thinks we did…. Stuff! How can I not be angry?"

"But he knows we're together, love. I'm sure the lad wouldn't mind."

She crawled under his arm, shaking the dust off her clothes when she was standing. "We're not, Killian. We're not together"

"You know we have to talk about that kiss eventually, don't you?"

"Now is not the time Hook." She started heading for the stairs.

He pulled her by her belt with his hook. He then grabbed her by the shoulders and looked her in the eye. "We both know we're not making a mistake. You were there. You saw it. And you know I-"

She cut him off with a quick peck on the lips. His tense expression replaced by a relaxed smile. She covered his mouth with her hand. "NOT the 'L' word. And let me think of something to tell all of them. Give me some time." She grabbed his hand and led him downstairs, but let go of it once they were close to their table.

"So. Do I have to start making wedding plans?" Mary Margaret asked

"Mom!" exclaimed Emma, embarrassed.

"I am just kidding, Emma."

"But we are hoping you guys are being careful, though." David said, followed by a wink towards his daughter. Everybody else at the table laughed, but Henry stood up and left.

"I've got this" assured Regina, standing up.

Emma shook her head. "This is my fault. I'll talk to him"

Emma looked everywhere for Henry. She thought of every place he could've been hiding, and nothing. But she remembered the one place that meant so much to both of them. Where their castle used to be. She found him, lying on the sand, both hands behind his head, looking at the gray clouds, which promised a rainstorm.

"Hey kid. What's up?"

"I didn't find the current joke funny. At all"

"I know, I told Killian to quit it. But you know how he is, he never listens to-"

Henry sat up. "But you were in his room. With him. In his bed! The joke is the least of my worries!"

Emma sat down next to him. "Let it out, kid. Vent."

"Ever since I got my memories back, and then I realized that my father is dead, and everything that followed, I couldn't get my mind off of him! I'm so confused, because back in New York I hated the guy! At least the idea of him! But now I am just left with these dreams where the three of us were a family. Not a normal one, because we'll never be, but at least we were together. And I like Killian and all, but he's not Neal. He's not my father. And I like seeing you happy and all, and all your adventures back in the Fairytale Land and stuff, but, I don't know… I guess I always thought you two would remain platonic, and you and me would always be together. That you'd never replace him."

Emma looked at Henry with tears in her eyes. She wasn't caught by surprise with all of this, but hearing Henry actually saying it broke her. She felt guilty that her son was feeling abandoned, even when she was right there. She ran her fingers through his hair and smiled.

"I don't know what's going on with Hook, or where it's going. I… I think I could…" She sighed.

"Please don't say 'love him'…"

She laughed and shrugged. "I'll let you know when I'm sure. But one thing I'm absolutely positive is that I'll never be able to replace him. And it will always be you and me, Henry. I would never do something that you didn't feel comfortable with."

He hugged her. "I'll let you know how I feel about Jones, too."

Back at Granny's, everybody's breakfasts were almost finished. Mary Margaret and David had left earlier, because baby Neal's crying got quite annoying. A pleasant conversation was going on between Henry and Regina, about her Fairytale Land persona. Mr. Gold, who came into the diner in a rush, cut off their laughter. Belle was chasing after him, and a couple of bags were visible by the door.

"Rumple! We'll be late! Let them finish their breakfast, sweetheart! Rumple!"

Mr. Gold placed a hand on the table and looked straight into Emma's eyes. He seemed quite agitated. "How did you manage to bring Lady Marian to our days without messing with the rest of the timeline, huh?!"

"Hey mate, aren't you supposed to be on your way to your honeymoon?" Hook asked, teasing and quite annoyed. He placed a hand on Emma's shoulder, leaning towards Mr. Gold.

Belle tried to pull her husband by the shoulders, nervously. "We are, we are. Come on, Rumple. Leave them alone." She said, apologetically. He just raised a hand to shut her up and shrugged her hands away.

"Let them answer me." Rumplestiltskin said slowly, clearly about to run out of patience.

"I don't know. I guess it's because she was supposed to die, and that's what her family thought in the past so technically nothing was changed?" Emma guessed.

"Don't play games with me! It is impossible to bring something from the past without messing something else up! What did you change?!" He slammed his hand to the table.

"Nothing." Emma said, defiantly, standing up to meet his eyes.

Mr. Gold's face went from mad to confused in a blink of an eye. He sat down in a chair Belle had pulled for him. He sat there with a blank expression in his eyes.

"What the hell was that?" Regina asked

"He's been… obsessing… over bringing Neal back. He thinks that if he can open another portal, just like Zelena's, and trace Neal to a time not too eventful, he could bring him to us just as you did with Maid Marian." Belle explained

"Rumplestiltskin, do you have any idea of how dangerous that might be? Are you out of your mind? He's gone. For good." Regina replied

Emma looked at Henry, his face full of hope. She didn't want to burst his bubble, but she recognized he had the same look in his eyes she had when she was reassigned a new foster family, and all the excitement of the possibility. "Killian, please take Henry out" she whispered.

"Come on, lad. Boring adult conversation in progress." They both stood up and left, not without Henry shooting a confused glare to his mother first. Regina looked at Emma and nodded in agreement.

"Belle, how plausible is this?" Emma asked

"Taking into consideration that you seem to have done it without any bigger repercussions, I would say that… very? But the dangers it implies are just as real, because we could be facing the return of Pan or Zelena or Cora, too."

"I know what I needed to know, and I've made my decision. Come with me Belle, we're late for our trip." Mr. Gold stood up, took Belle's hand and led her out the door. Regina and Emma followed.

"What do you mean you've made your decision, Gold? You won't open that portal again as long as we are here!" Emma shouted

"It's not your decision, Rumplestiltskin. Not up to you." Regina said, calmly.

Mr. Gold turned around, with Belle's arm in his. "Isn't it though?"