• Shipwrecked •

Genre: Romance
Rating: T
Pairing: Hooked Queen
Disclaimer: Once Upon a Time, Regina Mills, and Captain Hook belong to Disney/ABC, Adam Horowitz, and Eddy Kitsis.
Summary: The Jolly Roger is wrecked off the cost of Neverland. Hook and Regina are separated from the rest of the crew, and don't know if they survived or not. Romance develops between a pirate and a queen…The Peter Pan they meet is not the canon OUAT Peter Pan, but instead my own twist.

Author's Note: Please send me a review! Always appreciated. More to come soon. :)


Chapter 1


The winds were blowing fast and strong, and the waves crashed over the sides of the ship. Everyone was soaked, and not just from the waves. It was pouring rain too, and there was relentless, violent thunder and lightening. Peter Pan knew they were coming, and they were already facing his wrath. The Jolly Roger tossed and turned in the massive waves, and everyone held onto the lines. The crew hoped the ropes wouldn't snap from the force of the storm, and throw them all overboard. The ship wasn't far off the coast of Neverland. In fact, if it wasn't so dark, they could've seen that they were only a few yards away. A huge wave crashed over the side of the ship, breaking the mast, and sending the Jolly Roger onto its side, and into underwater rocks.

Regina Mills couldn't help but let go of her line, and she was sent under the sharp waves. She gasped for air, but as she was underwater, and she swallowed a mouthful of ocean instead of air. She was going to die, and she knew it. She wouldn't save Henry; none of them would.

I'm sorry Henry, I've failed you again.

Then she blacked out.

•••

Captain Hook's eyes opened and he was instantly blinded by sunlight. Since when was it daytime? It was nighttime the last time he was awake, he was sure. Then he remembered. The storm!

He felt stiff, and his clothes did too, like the salt from the ocean remained in the threads of the garments when they dried.

He sat up and saw the remains of the hull of his ship wrecked on the shore. The Jolly Roger had been his home for decades, and it felt like a stab through his heart to see his beloved ship in ruins.

Then he saw her. The Queen lay unconscious in the sand, not far away. The pirate crawled over to her, and reached over to stroke her cheek. She didn't stir.

"Regina," he whispered.

She was cold, but soon he noticed the rise and fall of her chest. She was breathing. She was alive. But he was still concerned, he didn't know if she was in pain at all.

Hook took off his coat and balled it up and placed it under her head. He brushed a lock of hair out of her face – her exquisitely beautiful, peaceful face. He leaned to kiss her forehead, but stopped himself before his lips reached her skin. He couldn't kiss her without her consent. If he was to kiss her, he'd want to kiss her lips, and he'd want her to be conscious and kissing him back.

"I'll be back in a moment, I promise, your majesty," he whispered. He rose and looked in all directions. He couldn't see any other crew members anywhere. He climbed into the wreckage of the ship, stumbling over broken floorboards and several lifetimes of possessions and memories scattered all over. There was no sign of anyone anywhere – alive or dead. They could be at the bottom of the ocean, in the stomach of some ocean creature, or on the shore on the other side of the island, he didn't know.

Hook returned to Regina's side, and sat by her. "Please be okay," he said softly, "I need you here. We might be alone in this world, and I don't want to lose you too. I don't want to be alone – to be without you."

The pirate wondered how things would be if they hadn't betrayed each other. If he'd gotten the failsafe and they jumped through a portal and escaped to the Enchanted Forest – just Regina, Hook, and Henry. Together they could've rebuilt her castle, and lived there, away from their enemies, knowing they'd completed their revenge. Perhaps they could've started over, had their own happy ending. His own words echoed in his mind.

"Revenge may sate your being. But don't misunderstand me, my dear. It's an end, not a beginning."

He so hoped she would understand. He wanted a beginning. He didn't want his life to end once he killed Rumplestiltskin. He wanted to feel liberated. He realized how genuine and honest he had been that day he opened up to her. The day she forced him to fight Maleficent, and the day he turned her in to Greg Mendell and Tamara. He still felt guilty about that. He thought they were just going to question her, not torture her and try to kill her. The pirate didn't know what he would've done if she'd died. It would've been his fault, and he'd only turned her in because he was angry. Not because he hated her.

Then she'd been so willing to die and save everyone – for her son – if she could. The pirate couldn't sit around and watch her die. Not when…not when he was starting to feel. When he realized they'd both loved and lost, and that was what sent them on the path of revenge, he realized they weren't so different. Maybe loving her…would make them both feel better, be happier, feel more complete. They could give up on revenge together, help each other be better people, redeem themselves, and maybe even find happiness.

Hook was falling for her and he couldn't help it. No matter how he tried to deny it, no matter how many times he tried to distance himself from her. No matter how many times he tried to tell himself that a queen would never love a pirate. She was beautiful, and her love for her son was inspiring to him. She was strong, hot-tempered, and stubborn, but Hook liked a challenge. Especially when his reward could be the queen and her love. If only. And only if she was okay and if they found their way out of this place.

The pirate scooped her limp body into his arms, grabbed his coat, rose to his feet, and carried her away from the wreck, into the forest and up a hill. He was surprised that he still knew Neverland so well; the cave he was searching for was right where he remembered. In the cave, they'd be safe. The Lost Boys and Peter Pan wouldn't search for them there.

He laid her down gently, pulled off his vest and shirt. He balled up the cloth shirt and put it under her head, and covered her in his long trenchcoat. He pulled back on his vest. The leather wasn't comfortable against his skin, but it was more important that she was warm and able to rest. Hook sat, leaning against the wall of the cave, watching her sleep. He soon grew tired as he watched the sun set through the cave opening. He yawned and laid down next to her, and draped an arm around her waist.