AN: This is a thing that jumped into my head on the weekend and wouldn't go away until it was written. It will most likely have three parts.
It was too quiet. There were dozens of people on the deck of the ship but not one of them spoke a word as they parted quickly to let her through, not one of them looking her in the eye when hers darted over them for some sign of what was going on. Her phone was clutched tightly in her hand, Mary Margaret's words ringing in her ears. Henry's fine. The family's fine. But Emma... Just get to the docks. It's Hook.
It's Hook.
She ran down the short hallway, oblivious to the walls that she bumped into or the carefully blank expression on Ruby's face as she almost bowled her over. The door to the Captain's quarters was open and she stumbled down the steps, jumping down the last few to land heavily at the bottom. Turning quickly, she stepped into the room, but strong hands grabbed her upper arms and held her still, blocking her view of the room. She tried to pull away but David's grip tightened and he moved his head so it was right in front of hers. 'Emma,' he began, his brow drawn down into a frown, his face full of pity and sadness and hopelessness.
'Don't,' she managed, crossing her arms over her chest to grab his and pull them away from her. He moved like he was going to try and stop her again when she stepped around him but after a moment he let her go.
'It's not good,' he said reluctantly.
Her eyes swept quickly over the room, taking in Henry in the corner with Regina's arms around him, with Mary Margaret by their side, before landing on the thin bed in the corner. Hook was lying on his back, on top of the covers, his arms limp by his sides. Emma stepped toward him slowly, dimly aware of David's presence just behind her but she couldn't take her attention from the pirate. Stepping right up to the bed, her eyes flickered over his body, searching frantically for some sort of wound that would have caused this much of a panic, but there was nothing that she could see.
'He was in the thick of the fighting,' David said softly, and she could hear the pain in her father's voice. When had the two of them gotten so close? she thought idly. 'He got hit with something meant for Henry, but Hook pushed him out of the way.'
Glancing across the room, she saw Regina's arms tighten further around Henry. Hook had sacrificed himself for her son? A leaden weight started to build in her stomach and she made herself look back at him, finally laying her eyes on Hook's face. His eyes were closed, his face pale, too pale. Holding her breath, she raised her hand to his cheek, her fingertips brushing against the too-cold skin, his stubble scratching at her hand. Her eyes fell closed as her breath came out in a whoosh, and as it did she felt something in her chest tighten. 'He's dead?' Her voice broke on the final word and she grabbed a hold of his lifeless hand, squeezing it tightly.
They should have had more time, but there was always something in the way, always a bad guy waiting in the wings to pick up where the last one left off. Keeping them apart, keeping them busy, saving the town. She hadn't had time to think, had barely had time to feel, but she knew that she wanted that time. With him, with Hook. And now...
'He's not dead,' David said, and Emma's eyes snapped open, locking on his as she spun around without letting go of Hook's hand. 'It's a sleeping curse.'
Emma looked down at him again, searching his features for some spark of life. He didn't look like he was breathing, but wasn't that the point? How did they know he wasn't dead? 'I thought you had to enter a sleeping curse willingly.'
'This one is different,' Regina spoke up from the corner. 'I've seen the witch use it before. It took him whether he was willing or not, and it won't settle for just keeping him asleep.'
'It's going to kill him, Emma,' David said.
It was all too much. The world felt like it was closing in on her quickly. The bitch had tried to do this to Henry, to her son, and now Hook was going to die because of it. 'You took care of her,' she said to Regina. It wasn't a question, and she didn't care how cold her voice sounded. When Regina answered, hers just was as hard.
'I did.'
Swallowing hard to try and clear the lump in her throat, Emma propped herself on the edge of the mattress, leaning over Hook to get a better look at his face. Pushing aside his shirt, she lay her hand flat on his chest, over his heart, praying silently for the faintest movement, the barest sign. The sleeping curse would make him appear as dead, but if this one would kill him anyway then how would they know when it was too late?
She couldn't let him go yet. They'd only known each other for a short time but ever since Neverland he'd had her back, had supported her and held her together and fought for her, and he was not allowed to die, damn it!
'It's still just a curse, right?' she said, her eyes glancing over the others before they landed on Regina.
'Yes,' she said slowly. Henry's eyes widened and then became hopeful when he realized what she was going to do.
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Emma leaned down, her hands cupping Hook's cheeks. Squeezing her eyes shut, she pressed her lips firmly against his.
The world went black.
When Emma opened her eyes she was standing on the deck of the Jolly Roger. Her body was frozen for a moment as she tried to process her shock, and then she turned around, looking around to try and take in her surroundings. What the hell was going on?
Nobody else was on the deck that she could see. They were out on the ocean but they appeared to be anchored in. She could see land in the distance, a forest along the coastline for as far as she could see, and although she didn't have a whole heap of experience in things like this, she had a feeling that they weren't in the world that she knew anymore. The air had felt different in the Enchanted Forest, and since she'd discovered that she could use magic, she'd figured that maybe she could feel the magic in the air when she was here. She certainly couldn't see any tall buildings or anything like that behind the trees.
What was she doing here? And how the hell did she get here? She hadn't really had a clue as to whether kissing Hook would wake him up, but getting transported somewhere in the process - getting transported to another realm... Something wasn't right.
Whatever had happened, she couldn't be here while Hook was dying.
Where they were didn't matter. She was about to turn away from trying to figure out the coastline when arms wrapped around her from behind, causing her to jump. 'Do you like it?' a familiar voice hummed in her ear. Her heart almost felt like it stopped and she tried to spin around, wanted to fling her arms around him and how was he here with her, and alive, and awake, but instead she just leaned back into him, relaxing into his embrace.
And although it felt good, although it seemed like such a natural thing to do, why wouldn't her body respond to her?
It was the oddest sensation: the panic quickly building in her chest while her body itself was so relaxed, her breathing even, a content smile on her face when she felt like she should be either hugging Hook or shaking him, crying or laughing or something.
'I've always wanted to show you my point of view of the world,' Hook continued, oblivious to her distress. His arms tightened around her for a moment and his lips brushed against her shoulder.
Why was he acting so familiar? She knew that he cared for her and hoped that he'd understood by now that she did as well, but aside from the fiasco in New York when she hadn't known who he was, they hadn't shared a kiss since their first in Neverland. The familiarity was something that she wanted, she'd realized a while ago, but they hadn't had the chance so far to find it, in amongst all of the constant hurdles thrown at them.
Like this, she supposed. Whatever this was.
Hook's hand and hook shifted on her waist and he guided her to spin around, and she got her first look at him since she'd found herself on the deck of the ship. Even though she was still smiling happily at him, she wanted to frown in confusion. Not only did he not appear sick at all, but there was something about him that seemed different.
It took her a moment to realize what it was. He had an expression on his face that hadn't been quite like this since when they climbed the beanstalk. There'd been hints of it since then, but nothing just the same. He looked happy. Purely, blissfully carefree. There was no arrogance, no snarkiness, no innuendo or malice.
'It's nice to get away for a few days,' she found herself saying, without really knowing where the words were coming from.
Somehow, his face softened even more as his smile turned into a grin. And despite everything, despite having absolutely no idea what was going on or whether either of them were okay, she felt her heart soften right along with it to see him look so happy while he was looking at her. 'It's nice to get you all to myself for a few days,' he said, his grin turning into a smirk and he waggled his eyebrows at her, and instead of rolling her eyes at him or pushing him away or punching him in the arm, she found herself laughing and leaning into him.
'Like you need an excuse,' she said, nudging him gently with her elbow.
Chuckling quietly, he drew her closer to him by tightening his left arm around her waist while his hand came up to cup her cheek. His thumb rubbed against her skin and her eyes closed for a second as she leaned into his touch, simply enjoying the moment. A part of her was, anyway, while the other was freaking out over, well, everything.
He smiled at her again, crinkles appearing at the corners of his eyes. 'Emma, I love you,' he said, and even though she knew it, she'd known it for a while - even if it took her a little longer to accept it - he'd never actually said it to her in so many words. His words in the Echo Cave and his promise to win her heart still echoed in her heart whenever her mind fell on him, but he hadn't said the actual words to her before, as if it were something he'd been saving for when they had the time to appreciate it. Maybe he was worried about scaring her off, and she wouldn't have blamed him for that. She had appreciated the space that he'd given her to cope with getting Henry back and dealing with the aftermath of that, and the new curse, and the Wicked Witch...
But despite all of those reasons, hearing those actual words come so casually from his lips sent a chill up her spine that she hadn't expected. 'I love you,' she said, her mouth moving to form the words against her will but as they did she realized how much she meant them. She'd kissed him, hadn't she? Had kissed him with the intention of waking him up from a curse. True Love's Kiss.
She loved him.
And with that revelation, another hit her as well. If she loved him and he loved her, then their True Love's Kiss should be working. He'd been asleep, so maybe this was what he was dreaming about, which is why she didn't have any control over her body.
He was dreaming about her.
Which was all well and good, and did make her feel warmer, but how the hell was she supposed to get out?
Hook ducked his head, brushing his nose against hers. Despite her rising panic, Emma wrapped her arms around his neck, grinning up at him before she pulled him down to kiss him.
Emma's eyes were closed, her head thrown back and angled to the side, a body pressed flush against hers and her back up against a wall. Her first instinct was to fling her eyes open to see who the hell it was that was grinding up against her, mouth attacking her neck and a hand kneading at her breast through her shirt, but her eyes wouldn't open. She could make a pretty good guess as to who it was, but it was still unnerving to not be able to see him and know for sure.
It took her a second longer to realize exactly what was happening and then she was wanting to push him away but her body was still not listening. Instead, her hand fisted in his hair and pulled his mouth back up to hers, kissing him with considerably more passion than she had just moments ago on the deck. Her other arm slid around his waist and pulled his hips closer to hers, rocking her body against his.
They moaned together, the sound escaping her unbidden, and yes, that definitely sounded like Hook. His hook caught her underneath her knee and pulled her leg up around his waist, pressing harder against her so she could feel every inch of his erection pressed against her core.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She had absolutely no idea what was going on, expect for the hunch that she might be trapped in his dreams with no clue as to how to escape. All she needed was just two minutes to try and figure out what to do about it.
She also didn't want him to stop.
If she was right, then he was dreaming about this, right now. Has he dreamed about me before?
'Killian,' she moaned when he broke the kiss, sounding breathless, and he cursed, the words muffled against her neck. Finally her eyes opened and although her view of the room was rather unfocused, she did her best to take in as much as she could through her apparently lust-filled brain. Ignoring her out of control body was nowhere near as hard as ignoring the way Hook moved against her, but somehow she managed to note that they were in his cabin, pressed up against the wall opposite the bed.
Adjusting his grip on her so that her legs were wrapped around his waist and he was supporting her weight, Hook turned them away from the wall and stepped toward the bed. Before she could let that implication sink in, she was propped up on the edge of the narrow bed, her legs parted and Hook standing in between them, with no recollection of actually crossing the room.
All right, so this is definitely a dream or... something. Hook pushed her red leather jacket off of her shoulders roughly. Whether it's Hook's own or some kind of... Her hands were attacking the clasps on his vest, clearly desperate to get him out of it. Some kind of...
Of test, she thought firmly, frantically trying to ignore how damned fantastic he tasted when she opened her mouth forcefully against his, the way that his shoulders felt under her hands when she slipped them underneath the collar of his shirt. Something to do with the True Love's -
'Have you wanted this for as long as I have?' she murmured against his lips, interrupting her own thoughts. What?
'Longer,' he told her, pressing himself against her so she could feel just how much he wanted her now, and the gasp that slipped out could have been her own. Was this supposed to be their first time together?
Her mind froze on that thought. Is this actually going to happen? The last dream had cut off in an apparently random place, so would that mean that she wouldn't stay here either? It was obvious where this dream was leading to, but would she stay long enough to actually... And it wasn't like she hadn't thought about it before. But this wasn't right, not at all, she couldn't even control herself.
But it seemed that Hook's subconscious might be leading the dream. The last thing she'd said had been unlike her, but she imagined that it would be a thing that he'd want to hear from her, if he truly wanted her as much as he'd suggested to her.
All of her thoughts fled her when suddenly there was nothing between them, her arms wrapping around his bare shoulders, his around her waist and his hand dug lightly into her side as he held her to him, his chest hair scratching gently at her nipples. He still stood between her parted legs and he was right there, his length pressed right against her and when she moaned this time she wasn't completely sure that it wasn't her own.
This is really happening.
He shifted quickly, pulled back slightly and lined himself up. Her eyes closed right in time with her own thoughts and she held her breath as he slid into her slowly, stretching her open deliciously, not stopping until he was buried completely inside of her.
She felt like she should be trembling, but she had no idea anymore why. She'd given up completely on trying to figure out what was going on, admitting that there was no chance of being able to focus enough while this was happening. He remained still for a few seconds, the two of them breathing heavily against each other as they adjusted to the feeling. Eventually he pulled out of her almost all the way before pushing back in quickly, setting a quick pace as their bodies got to know the other. And dear God, but it felt as natural as breathing, like they'd done it for years, like their bodies were made for each other. She didn't know whether it was the dream or whether it was the truth, but damn it, it felt so good.
His hand dropped to her hip and for the first time she noticed that he wasn't wearing his hook or his brace. Something, however, was pressing against her right hip, and although she couldn't look down to confirm it, she knew that it must be the stump at his wrist. Was this a part of his dream? Her acceptance of his injury?
It had never been an issue for her, anyway.
Hook picked up his pace, tightening his grip on her as he thrust into her, sending waves of pleasure shooting through her. However real or not this was, she was definitely really feeling just how good this was. Her desire for him, she realized, was not false in the slightest. Completely letting go of any ideas of wrong and inappropriate and danger, she let herself fall fully into the moment. She might not have instigated the movement when she pulled his upper body closer to hers, kissing him hungrily, or when she lay back on the bed, pulling him with her so that he lay atop of her, but she revelled in every minute of it, every movement and sensation, every groan that he sounded because of her, not wanting it to end. Her legs wrapped around his waist, needing to keep him as close as possible.
She cried out his name again, throwing her head back against the mattress, and when her eyes opened it was to see him staring down at her with something akin to awe in his eyes, confirming her theory that this dream was of the first time they were together. He looked absolutely wrecked, and she couldn't help but love it.
'I want to watch you,' he whispered, and the way her body reacted told her quite clearly just what he'd meant. Almost as though by his order - and it very well might have been, subconsciously, anyway - she felt the heat in her core building, quicker than she'd had before. She felt something like apprehension as he started thrusting into her harder, rougher, his desperation matching her own as she clung to him like he was her lifeline. His weight shifted to his right arm and his left slid lower, and she felt a thumb pressing against her clit but she didn't even have time to realize what was wrong about that before her whole body was tightening, his name tumbling from her lips as she came hard and fast. As her body went limp he thrust into her once, twice, before he followed after her, burying his face into her neck as she felt him let himself go.
He slumped on top of her but it wasn't uncomfortable - rather, she felt warm and safe, for the first time in a long time. One arm wrapped loosely around his back while her other hand rested on the back of his head, her fingers lazily threading through his hair. 'I love you,' she found herself telling him.
Hook nuzzled into her neck, a move that surprised her. She hadn't picked him for the cuddling type. 'I love you,' he murmured.
The first thing that Emma felt was the breeze on her skin. The first thing that she smelt was the sea.
They weren't on the ship this time, though, but on a beach, the sand warm beneath her feet. Hook stood in front of her, fully dressed as she was, and if her body had been her own her cheeks would have been bright red. It's all right for you, she thought, skipping from dream to dream like it was nothing. She wasn't sure what was happening yet but she needed a minute or two to get her bearings. Although her body didn't feel as though it had just been thoroughly fucked, she couldn't push away the images of him moving above her, his hot skin against hers, the look on his face, how he'd felt while he was moving inside her...
Hook stepped closer to her, taking her hands in his and squeezing them gently. He was looking at her with such... well, love, she admitted, just like he always looked at her now. It was about time that she not only accepted that, but realize how much she welcomed it.
Emma glanced around and she took the opportunity to take in her surroundings again. She'd thought that they were alone, but there were several other people on the beach with them. Ruby, Tink, Regina, and a few of the dwarves stood a little distance away, watching them, but every few seconds one or more of them flickered in or out of sight, almost as if Hook's mind couldn't make up whether they should be there or not. Neal came into sight but disappeared quickly. Mary Margaret and David stood nearby, along with a man who she didn't recognize who was wearing some kind of uniform, and they were the only three people who remained unchanging. Henry was with them but instead of coming in and out of view, his appearance changed constantly. One moment he was as she knew him, the other older, as if the timeframe of the dream was uncertain.
Her mother smiled at her encouragingly, and she wondered if this was something that she should be uncertain about. What could they possibly be doing that required an audience?
Curious, she tried to get a better look at the man standing beside David, but her head turned back to face Hook. He smiled immediately when she did so. 'Emma Swan, I love you,' he told her, his voice quiet but confident and proud. 'The road has not been an easy one for us, but we've battled our way through it and come out stronger because of it. And I'd face it all again if it meant I could keep you by my side. I promise to cherish you as you deserve to be cherished. You and Henry will not want for anything, if I can manage it.' His voice dropped, became slightly husky with the emotion that she could see clearly in his eyes. 'I'll be anything that you need of me, a friend and a partner, and hope that is enough. If you'll have me.'
As her vision started to cloud with what was apparently tears, Emma tried and failed miserably to bring some sort of order to her thoughts and - more importantly - her emotions. His words touched her, moved her, made her feel just as he would have intended them to. He made her feel loved. His words promised love, his hope for them, an assurance that he truly wanted her.
And although that warmed her heart and thrilled her, the other half of her was panicking because of the obvious intention behind the words.
He wanted to marry her.
No, she realized, finally understanding just why they had such an audience. He was marrying her.
And while her mouth was opening to say something that was probably a hell of a lot more eloquent than she could ever truly come up with, her mind was hammering wildly at the cage that was her own body.
It didn't matter, in that moment, that she'd tried True Love's Kiss to wake him up, or that she'd finally admitted to herself that she did actually love him. She hadn't thought much further than that, other than to imagine a probably awkward conversation if he woke up about how just because she loved him didn't mean that she could change who she was and become some lovey-dovey girl. If all of this craziness that was suddenly her life started to settle down then she'd have wanted some sort of normal relationship with him, if such a thing could be possible with Captain Hook, but marriage?
Emma Swan didn't do marriage. Maybe once she'd wanted it, when she was a teenager and full of dreams of love and settling down and having a family one day, but she'd long since become jaded, convinced that such a life wasn't for her. What kind of wife would she make, anyway? She could barely function in her own life with Henry without someone else to look after, and she certainly didn't need anyone to look after her.
She was more scared of this than of the place she had just come from. She understood sex. She'd had her fair share of it, mostly one night stands since she'd left jail, too distrustful for anything else, surviving on emotionless couplings to keep her sane. Even if what she'd just shared with Hook had been nothing close to emotionless, there was the chance that he wouldn't even know what had happened if he woke, and even if he did she could convince herself that it was nothing if she had to. She didn't have control of her actions, after all, so there was always that to fall back onto - even if she didn't think she'd have been able to pull herself away from him if she could.
Marriage was different. Marriage was commitment. She couldn't run away from that, which is why it was her first instinct to do exactly that.
You're not actually marrying him right now, she reminded herself harshly. This wasn't real, and going along with it wasn't going to mean that they were actually married.
Hook adjusted his grip on her hand, bringing her attention back to him. He smiled at her encouragingly, reassuringly, somehow taking the edge off of the raging turmoil she was feeling. It was bizarre to think that in the real world he was lying in his bed, dying, but here he looked as healthy as he ever had. He transferred her left hand to rest on his hook and she squeezed his hand with her free one before letting it drop, taking this one moment to appreciate the fact that he wasn't dead right now.
She gasped quietly, then jumped at the small sound. She'd been surprised, and had responded.
The Emma in Hook's dream wouldn't have been surprised. I can move.
Her head whipped around quickly but everyone else was gone, and when she looked back to Hook it was obvious that his eyes were only for her. Everyone else was unimportant, and this moment was theirs alone. She could push him away, could take a minute to figure out what was going on, could save herself the awkwardness of whatever this would mean for them when they woke.
She hesitated.
This wasn't about marriage just because it was what was done. I'll cherish you, as you deserve to be cherished. He knew the loneliness and bitterness that she'd been through; he'd seen it all himself, a hundred times worse. This dream wasn't about caging her or confining her, it was about loving her, and wanting her to love him too. He saw her walls and understood them, respected them, but he hoped that he could break them down enough for her to let him in this much.
His confident grin turning into a nervous one, Hook brought his hand back to hers, a ring between his fingers. 'Emma, my love, will you be my wife?'
She could give him this moment, surely?
'I will,' she said shakily, her voice barely above a whisper.
The ring slid onto her finger quickly, a perfect fit. Of course it's a perfect fit, she mocked herself. This isn't real!
The joyful look on his face was, though. Swallowing hard, she was about to search herself for a ring, hoping that it was in one of her pockets, when one appeared in her hand. And just as it hit her that he didn't have a ring finger for her to put it on, the cold metal curved around her wrist turned into warm skin, and she looked down quickly in shock to see his left hand cradling hers.
Blinking quickly, she raised her eyes to his again as she adjusted her grip on his hand. 'Ho-' She stumbled over the word, knowing that it wasn't what she should call him. 'Killian,' she corrected, the name feeling strange on her tongue, 'will you be my husband?'
'I will,' he told her solemnly, his voice thick with emotion.
It doesn't mean anything, she told herself, pushing the ring over his knuckles quickly. Not really, she tried, wrapping his hand tightly in both of hers and squeezing it a hell of a lot tighter than she probably needed to. He probably won't even know, she thought, as his hand slipped out of hers and he brought both of them up to plunge into her hair, pulling her in to press his lips against hers firmly, while her arms wrapped around his neck to hold him closer.
Fuck it.
She was on the Jolly Roger again, but this time she wasn't alone.
There were men everywhere, carrying things, cleaning things, adjusting things, all of them dressed in a uniform similar or the same as the one that the stranger had been wearing at her -
Say it, Emma.
At her wedding. She looked around quickly, relieved to find that she had control of her movements again, but she couldn't see Hook anywhere. She walked to the other side of the ship, eyes flicking from person to person. Stepping up to someone at random when she still didn't see Hook, she smiled at him with a friendliness that belied her nervousness. 'Excuse me? I need to see Captain Hook.'
The man continued his work, ignoring her to keep on coiling a length of rope around a hook. She frowned at him. 'Hello? I'm looking for Killian Jones.' He still didn't respond, which was definitely not a good thing for him considering how highly strung she was at the moment. 'Are you seriously going to just ignore me?' Reaching out to grab his arm and make him pay attention to her, she cried out in surprise when her hand went right through him.
Snatching it back quickly, she stared at it for a few seconds before she reached out again, with the same result. All right, what is it now?
Was it her or him that wasn't real? Stepping back, she thrust her arm toward the next closest person, feeling a chill run through her when it passed through him.
The people here couldn't see or feel her, but her family had seen her in the last dream, so what was different about this one? If they couldn't see her, could Hook? If this dream wasn't about her, who was it about then?
Loud laughter drew her quickly out of her thoughts, and she looked up to finally find Hook standing up near the helm, although it took her a few seconds to recognize it as truly him. She practically ran up the steps, not worrying about how she looked since apparently no one could see her anyway, only coming to a stop when she stood right in front of him.
He paid her no mind, instead continuing in his conversation with the man beside him. Invisible it is, then. She let her eyes run over Hook freely as he spoke, listening to his voice but not paying attention to his words, too intrigued by his dress. He wore the same uniform as the other men, all blue and white and yellow and not at all black, with not even the tiniest bit of dark chest hair showing. Once again, his hook was replaced with his hand. And was that...
She gasped. Was that a ponytail? A second later it was gone, but she knew she'd seen it, and he was never going to live that down.
Grinning despite herself, she turned her attention to the man Hook was speaking to and realized with a start that he was the same man who had been in the last dream. He was a little taller than Hook, with the same dark hair, though shorter and curly, and he carried an air of confidence in the way he held himself, when he looked at Hook it was with nothing but warmth.
'I'm proud of you, Killian,' the man said, clapping Hook on the shoulder and squeezing it. She hadn't heard what the conversation had been about previous to that, but the look on Hook's face told her that she didn't really need to. Hook looked at the other man with an expression filled with so much devotion and happiness that she thought her heart might break for him.
This dream wasn't about her at all, and suddenly she felt very stupid for thinking that they might all be. It was then that she realized that maybe these weren't just dreams, but his hopes and dreams for things that might, or could have been.
As Hook pulled the other man into an awkward, one-armed hug, Emma stepped back slowly. Even though they didn't know she was there, she wanted to give them a semblance of privacy. Leaning back against the railing of the ship, she watched them from a distance, feeling a heaviness in her heart as the two men clearly enjoyed each others' company.
With a small, sad smile on her face, Emma let Hook have his time with his brother, and hoped that this dream would last just a little while longer.
Review?