Hello, fans of Once Upon A Time! I just got a fanfiction account and this is my first story so constructive critism is appreciated, but flames will be used only to roast s'mores.


"Come on love, it's not that hard," Hook encouraged, far above her. Emma gritted her teeth. That infuriating pirate! That stupid, rum drinking, hook-handed, obnoxious, handsome, evil, cruel, earring wearing, scum of a pirate.

Emma paused herself. Handsome? Where had that come from? It was undeniable, Hook was attractive, even if he wore eyeliner. And had an earring. Tall, but not too tall, well built, dark hair, amazing blue eyes she could just stare into for hours...

'Snap out of it, Emma!' she thought to herself. 'Focus on climbing the giant, overgrown plant that shouldn't exist. And that if you fall, you die. Never thought that before. First time for everything.'

"I haven't had much practice in climbing beanstalks, or climbing giant plants in general," she snapped. Hook laughed.

"I have one hand and a hook which gets stuck in the leaves and I'm faster than you are. That says something," he grinned, sending rolls of fury and something else down her stomach. Annoyance, fury, all that was there, but so was something else.

"As I said, not much practice. And considering you've spent half of your life climbing boats and sailing, so give me a little bit," she growled back. He put his hook up in surrender, holding on to the beanstalk with his hand.

"Alright. Just hurry up, cause I'm not waiting for you," Hook said. He slowed his pace anyways. Emma appreciated it, but it made her feel angry. They climbed in silence for a while, with just the wind for company. It was almost calm.

Emma was almost going at the same pace he was, which was a nice pace. Kind of fast, kind of slow, all depending on how you looked at it. From her view, it was fast but his slow. She would've felt bad if it wasn't Hook.

"So, how'd you end up here?" Hook asked after a little while.

"A hat," Emma replied simply. Like hell she would give him a full answer.

"You seem pretty on edge. You're not talking much, which is signalling you're trying not to spill your guts to me, probably about either your past or your undying love for me," he drawled. Her cheeks instantly flushed, although from anger, the heat, or embarrassment she wasn't sure. Perhaps all three. Perhaps none of the above?

"I-I-I am not! I just don't talk much," Emma stuttered slightly, regaining her composure as she went on. Hook rolled his eye lined eyes.

"Sure, okay," he smiled. It wasn't his nice smile, it was his infuriating smile. One she really wanted to smack off his face.

"You're not talking much either. So, what do you have to confess?" she asked, turning the conversation back towards him. Hook merely laughed. If he wasn't on her nerves before, he was definitely on them now.

"Don't try and turn this on me, darling. We're talking about you," he said.

"You're very stubborn, you know that?" she growled.

"Yes, yes I do. So what brought you to this 'Storybrooke'?" Hook asked slyly. He wouldn't stop bugging her until she answered, would he?

"My son, Henry. He somehow got to my apartment and convinced me to go to Storybrooke. I did, and I stayed there," she answered, somewhat on edge. Another half-answer. Emma was getting rather good at those.

"Really? That's it? Honestly, I expected you to be chasing down a thief or something. Perhaps killing a dragon? Or maybe defeating some sort of terrible beast. I know! A plague brought you there for you thought there could be a cure there," Hook suggested. Emma resisted the urge to smile. She sometimes forgot how different her life was there. No electricity, no medicine. It was still a shock to her system, even after actually being there.

"Hook, the plague disappeared like two hundred years ago. Not sure. I actually did kill a dragon," she tossed out smoothly. Hook did a double take.

"Really? I thought your world didn't have magic," he said, confused. Emma shrugged. She wasn't quite sure if it did or not at that point.

"It didn't. But there was a dragon there, no clue how it got there, and then the curse was lifted, and I think there's magic now, honestly, I have no clue," she breathed out.

"Okay." Hook shook his head slightly. This time, Emma actually did smile.

"So," Emma said slyly. "What's with your past? I've spilt some of my guts, time for you to spill yours."

Hook shook his head. "Don't want to get into my bitter, depressing past," he said, tone dry.

"Can't be any worse than mine," she encouraged. Hook gave her a dark look before continuing. Emma smirked. Point, Emma!

"To be completely honest, my earliest memory is of Neverland. Washing up the beach, hungry and thirsty. I had no clue how I got there or anything. The closest thing to me was my boat. Or, what would be my boat. I remember nothing of my childhood. Sad, isn't it?" he confessed, sarcastic. "And don't even get me started on after I grew up."

"I was abandoned on the side of a highway and in and out of the system more times than I can count. Then I dated this jerk whose car I stole after he stole it. We started stealing together. Then he turned me into the cops and hadn't contacted me in 10 years," Emma admitted. "And same."

"Even though I don't know what a highway, 'the system', a car, or cops are, it sounds pretty rough," Hook said, sympathetic. He stopped for a moment, looking at her. 'Don't look into his eyes, don't look into his eyes,' Emma told herself, but she looked anyways. She was met with soft baby blues that melted her into mush. 'Arg! Why did you look?'

"Yeah," Emma said softly. "It really was, Hook. You didn't have it any easier."

"Killian," he whispered. "It's Killian, Killian Jones, love. And neither of us did."

"Okay, Killian," Emma corrected.

"Come on, we're almost at the top," he said briskly, doubling his pace. It was as if their conversation had never happened. He had gotten what he wanted, hadn't he? Some of her past. But she also got some of his in exchange. Emma rolled her eyes. That man was bipolar or something. It was like he was two different people, changing whenever he saw fit.

One minute he was the sarcastic, rude pirate she'd grown accustomed to. The one that he always put on display, his always-on offense. His rough side. The side everyone saw. Captain Hook, the rough, cruel, and just awful man she had first met. The man who cared for no one but himself and perhaps his boat.

But the next minute he was the sweet, charming, comforting man she prefered. Or, Emma thought she did. The one he kept hidden, his weak side. The one almost no one saw. The one only she saw, as far as she figured out. The side he was more than comfortable with not revealing. Killian Jones, the man she might just care for. The man who just might care for her.

"What are you waiting for?" Hook-Killian, asked impatiently. Emma smiled.

"Be right there," she called. 'If I were to be honest, I'm waiting for a miracle,' Emma thought for herself. 'There is no such thing as true love, not in my life.'


This will be a multi-chapter story, so expect more soon, leave a comment and thanks for reading!