Hey there! I hope you enjoy this crossover that I've thought up for you! :)


"Emma, we're here." Emma awoke with a start at her mother's words. The boat had reached the Underworld and people were starting to disembark. Emma blinked and merely nodded to her mother. Snow gave her a concerned look, but Emma shrugged it off-they were here for Hook. Emma climbed numbly out of the boat and looked around at her companions. Each of them was struck at how much the Underworld resembled their very own Storybrooke.

"Where should we start?" She asked. Gold scoffed.

"The almighty Savior looking to us for help. Charming. It must run in the family DNA to expect so much of others."

"Can it, Gold," Regina growled.

Emma shot her a grateful smile as David spoke, "we can split up and cover more ground. I say we meet up at Granny's in an hour. I'm sure that's here, too." The group agreed as they set off, the scene around them eery and unsettling.

"This is just creepy," Henry commented to Emma as they trudged through the woods.

"You're telling me," Emma replied, "when your mom and I were fighting I used to think Storybrooke was Hell. Guess I was a little right." Henry punched her lightly and she shoved him playfully back. "It's a pretty nice place now." Emma shrugged. The two continued on in silence, trying to find any indication on where Hook could be.

After an hour and a half, Henry stopped.

"Ma, we've been looking forever. Maybe we should try and meet back up at Granny's. We've been gone longer than an hour." Emma balled up her fists at her sides, but complied with her son's wishes.

"Where have you two been?" Regina demanded, "we were worried."

"Don't worry, you know I wouldn't let anything happen to the kid," Emma assured her. A look crossed Regina's face but she pursed her lips and stayed silent. "Did anyone find anything?"

"While you all were galavanting all over god knows where, I paid a visit to my shop. I picked up a little something that may be useful," Gold said nonchalantly as he pulled a flask from his breast pocket.

"The Ale of Seonaidh," Regina noted.

"Precisely," Gold replied.

"What's getting drunk gonna do?" Emma asked. Before Gold could make a snide comment, Regina jumped in.

"If we find Hook's grave we can contact him," she explained, "I've only read about it, but the legend seems credible. You can pour the ale over the grave and a semi corporeal figure will appear. We'd be able to talk to him."

"Let's head to the cemetery, then," Snow said, leading the way, closely followed by David, Henry, and Robin. Gold turned to leave before Regina stepped in front of him.

"And where do you think you're going?" She asked.

"I, unlike you, have no personal interest in saving the pirate. I will be in my shop if anyone should need me." Regina rolled her eyes.

"Gold, you're not going anywhere. Get up there with the others," she ordered. He raised an eyebrow. "We may need you," Regina muttered reluctantly. Gold smirked and gave a slight nod.

"That you might," he snarked. He started toward the group, taking his sweet time. Regina motioned for Emma to follow her.

"We can't let him slow us down," Regina said,"I'd like this to be an in and out visit to Hell."

"I agree."

The two walked in silence for a few minutes-Gold having made to the group already-before it became too much for Regina.

"Emma, I know you don't want to explore the answer to this, but what if we can't save Hook?" Regina asked gently.

"There's no other option," Emma replied tersely, "we either save him or I stay too." Regina was so startled she stopped walking.

"Miss Swan, need I remind you that you have a son to take care of," Regina bit.

"You and I both know he's perfectly safe with you... and Robin," Emma added with a sour face.

"You don't seem very satisfied with Robin being his other parent and you shouldn't be," Regina said, "you're his second parent, Emma. Robin may be in his life, too, but he can't replace you."

"You don't have to coddle me, Regina. I know a family unit when I see one," Emma shot back. They were now standing in the middle of Main Street, the other four having continued on without them at Snow's insistence ("give them space to work out their issue. They'll catch up"), causing quite a scene, though none of the dead seemed to notice.

"Emma, I'd never push you out of Henry's life. Our lives. I may have been threatened by you when you first barged into Storybrooke, but now you're someone I trust," Regina admitted. Emma searched Regina's face and only found sincerity.

"And if we find Hook and the two of us decide to move in? Spend more time together? Want to take Henry on trips? Where are you then?" Emma asked. Regina bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself calm. She counted backwards from ten before answering.

"Then I would hope that you would still find time for family dinners and time for just the three of us," Regina replied, "but I can't fault you for wanting a life of semi normalcy." Emma merely nodded.

"We're falling behind," Emma said before turning on her heel and following the others toward the cemetery. Regina stood bewildered in the middle of the street for a few seconds before trailing after her.

It didn't take long for them to catch up with the group, Snow clutching the ale at the ready in her hand.

Emma stepped up and took the flask, dumping half of its contents out onto Hook's grave. A blurry image of him appeared. It wasn't quite corporeal like it should be.

"Killian?" Emma called.

"Em- you- safe- leave," hook choked out through the shoddy connection.

"Killian!" Emma cried more desperately. She reached for the pirate as he disappeared. She whipped around to face everyone. "We have to find him," she insisted.

"We will, Emma," Snow assured her.

"How?" Emma demanded, "we don't know the first place to look." Regina paused, her face morphed into one of concentration.

"It can't be that simple," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Emma asked.

"There's only two places that I can think of," Regina said, "my house and..."

"And what?" Snow pressed gently.

"And the cave under the library," Regina replied.

"You gotta be fucking kidding me," Emma griped. Regina shrugged.

"What? If this is a mirror of Storybrooke, those are the two biggest contenders," Regina told her.

"That is the logical explanation," Gold agreed.

"If that's the case, I don't think we should split up," David said, remembering the last time he and Snow went down into that cave alone.

"I agree," Regina said.

"I think we should start at the house," Emma said, "we have a bigger advantage, meaning a quicker in-and-out whether he's there or not."

The group agreed and they set out toward 108 Mifflin Street.


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