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This is my first attempt at ever writing anything. I welcome constructive criticism.
English is not my first language and I apologize in advance for the errors I'm sure I will make.
Disclaimer: I claim no rights over the original characters and story that inspire me to write.

"THE PIRATE"

A year had passed since The Savior and her child had left a cursed life behind, with no trace of their magic infused past in the now forgotten lands of Storybrooke. What looked like an ordinary morning soon turned out to be far from what a single mother and child were accustomed to, or so they thought.

It was the hard knocking on their apartment's door what disturbed the peace of a typical breakfast in their home. Emma left the table to attend at the incessant smacking over wood. Her brow had frowned with concern as she sauntered to the door. She opened it revealing a handsome looking man wrapped in exotic attire, looking as if he had come straight from a Disney Land parade.

The stranger made an attempt to enter the apartment without success, as the strong hand of an imposing blonde held him firmly in his place. He presented himself as "Hook", before his words came rushing in telling the woman at the other side of the door her family was in danger and they urged her to come with him. He knew he was foreign to the blonde who kept staring suspiciously at him.

"I know you don't remember me, but maybe this can make you." – He said before moving forward and forcing his lips on hers, in a desperate attempt to make her remember a past they once shared. He earned himself a knee, right were it hurt most, sending him to the floor. "So much for True Love." – He mumbled while moaning in pain.

She shut the door close as quickly as she could before he attempted anything else. Her son asked with curious eyes what was going on and his mother just said it was some lost drunk looking for his door.

She still felt the sting on her lips from the freshly stolen kiss as she was trying to go back in her memories to see if she could remember him. But nothing came to mind that could link her with the one handed pirate. Still, she couldn't quite forget his plead for help.

Hearing her family was in danger made her shiver to the chore. As though if a cold wind had stormed inside, blowing behind her neck sending a chill down her spine. "My family?" – She asked herself. But her family was right in front of her, in the form of a young boy sipping the remaining milk from a bowl of cereal he had just finished eating.

"Henry" – His mother called him with a low volume. He lifted up his gaze from the bowl to look at her, wondering at the reason behind the secretive tone in her voice. "Go brush your teeth and get ready for school, kid." – The blonde ordered him as she gathered the dishes from the table and put them in the dishwasher. She was still confused and trying to make some sense from the recent event, feeling she was missing something. Her heart aching at the word: family.

She went to check through the peephole if the pirate was still lingering there. She sighed in relief as she found an empty hallway outside her door. She slowly opened it to make sure, without unhooking the chain just in case he tried to surprise her. Nothing. He was gone. She sighed in relief.

Emma had just dropped Henry at school when a familiar figure approached from behind and grabbed onto her left arm, making her turn around. "You… Again." – She protested, pulling back her arm and crossing it with the other over her chest. "Please, love, give me a chance to explain." – Hook pleaded in a friendly tone raising his eyebrow along with the petition.

"OK. You have 3 minutes to explain why you're stalking me and it better be good, pirate, or I'm calling the cops on you." – Emma made herself clear with a stern voice. She turned her wrist and pointed with her index finger at the watch. "Time is tickling." – She looked back to the pirate with a steady glare.

"Listen, about your family… I know you can't remember now but I'm asking you for a chance to prove my word is true when I say they are in great danger. They need you. Please, come with me." – He offered his hand in peace hoping she would take it and follow him to where the truth should reveal itself. But Emma looked at his hand and rolled her eyes. She placed her hands over her hips displaying just how exasperating the man was for her. "Look, you must be mistaking me for someone else because my only family is safely studying in school." – She said as her left hand pointed to the building behind them.

The pirate pulled out a bottle of rum from a pocket and gulped on it. He looked into green eyes with a cheeky grin on his lips as he extended his arm offering the blonde a sip. Emma frowned and exclaimed with a mixture of amusement and annoyance..."Really?"

Hook laughed at the familiar expression etched on Emma's face and shook his head. "WHAT?" – Emma barked. "I thought with this new life you were given you would have become a little more… approachable." – He emphasized the last word with a sultry voice as he closed the gap between them, a finger tapping on his lips playfully. "Seriously?" – Emma exclaimed mortified by the incessant flirting of the man dressed in a funny outfit.

"Okay. I am getting a restraining order on you because you clearly have problems and I don't need any drunk stalkers in my life." – She said firmly. "And you just wasted whatever time you had left to convince me." – She pointed to her watch again. "So either you move out of my way or I will punch you in the face." – Emma concluded as she pushed him away and moved past him, making her way to the yellow bug parked ahead.

"I can show you, Emma!" – Hook shouted at her making the blonde freeze on her spot and turn around. She rushed back to where he was and tugged on the lapels of his coat. Her eyes burned with anger and defiance as they pierced through blue.

Her jaw steeled and she barely opened her mouth to speak. "How the hell do you know my name and what the fuck do you want?" – Her voice was threatening, even to the pirate who was a brave man of the seas. He felt his body quiver under the grip of the Savior's wrath. "And cut the crap because I can tell when someone is lying to me" – She warned him.

"I said I could show you" – He whispered pointing with his hook toward the yellow bug. "What about it?" – Emma grumbled. "We don't want to make a scene in your lad's school, do we?" – He raised his eyebrow and glanced around as people had started to stare at them.

A traffic guider was already walking their way and stopped next to them. "Everything okay here?" – The chubby man with a yellow vest asked looking at the unusual attire on the pirate and the blonde who was tugging on his coat. Emma released her grip and turned around to face the man.

"Everything's okay. We're rehearsing for this winter's play." – Emma shrugged and forced a smile on her lips. The man took a second look and pointed at the pirate. "Now that's a great costume. Far better than last year's." – He complimented before going back to guide the traffic where parents and children kept descending from their cars to enter the building.