AN: This story takes place right after Hook went to Emma's place after Peter Pan's curse.

Emma walks out of a building holding a 1" inch binder and a children's book. Her hair bounces as she walks towards her yellow buggy. The only thing on her mind, however is the man in a pirate costume who intruded her house earlier that morning. He kept talking about how her family is in trouble. Yeah right, like she had an actual family. The only family she has is Henry and it will always be Henry.

As she takes out the keys for her car from her bag, she hears a noise that comes from behind her. She looks back and right behind her is the pervert that kissed Emma that morning. "Holy shit!" she steps back, startled.

"Nice to see you again, love. Missed me?" Hook shot out his usual, devilish, yet sexy grin.

She shot him back a stay-away-from-me glare. "Listen pervert, do I have to tell you twice? Stay. Away. From me."

He sighed. "My mistake, love. I didn't introduce myself properly. My name is Killian Jones but people call me Hook." He smiled at her. She looked into his eyes trying to catch any glimpse of a lie. Everything he was saying was the truth but it just couldn't be true. She was starting to think she lost her touch.

"Er, whatever...I have to go pick up my son so if you'll excuse me." She nodded her head at him and turned around, holding her car keys in her hand. As she started to put the key in the keyhole, his hand stopped her from doing so. She glared at his eyes again. She felt something. Something familiar is what she felt.

"Emma?" he looked at her.

She shook her head. "Who exactly are you?" she said faintly.

He grinned again and leaned his arm against the small bright car. "Ah, so you're starting to remember, aren't you, love?"

She smiled slightly at the remark. "I don't know what your talking about."

He smiled at the sight of her smiling from something he said. He stepped a step closer to her and leaned in so that she could actually feel his breath lightly hit against her cheeks and the smell of rum she inhaled. "Oh no, I know you don't...for now." he grinned and she rolled her eyes with a smile that spread across her face. She opened the door of her car and sat on the drivers seat. She closed the door and held onto the button to slide the window down. He leaned in with an eyebrow rosen and they faced each other. "So, do you need a ride somewhere?" she rose her eyebrow and he smiled widely so did she.

"I almost thought I would have to find you again." he grinned and sat on the passenger seat. "So where is Henry?"

She looked at him shocked. "How do you find all this info about me?"

He smiled but didn't face her. "I told you, love, I know you." he then looked at her and smiled sincerely. She smiled slightly and turned her head onto the road. She pushed the gas pedal and drove off.

They stopped at Central Park and got out of the car. "I thought we were to pick up Henry from his school?"

"We will but we have a lot of time left so I always stop by here before I pick him up. Now we have time for you tell me who you really are unless you want me to call the cops." She shuts the door and walks in front of him. "So Jones, what's it going to be?" She rose her eyebrow and smirked evilly.

"And I thought we were just getting along. How disappointing." He sighed and looked into her eyes. "Since you obviously dont trust me then I guess it's going to have to come down to me giving you this." He holds open his coat and takes out a small bottle that contained a glowing purple liquid. He holds it up at her face. "You need to drink this to remember, Emma. To remember Storybrooke. To remember your parents. To remember me…" When he said that he looked at her sincerely. She looks into his shimmering blue eye, trying to figure him out. She opens her mouth to say something until she feels a drizzle of water hit her. They both looked up for they both felt it. Rain then began pouring on them. They looked at each other for a small moment and he grins. "Well would you look at that; my favorite weather."

She chuckles and hits his arm lightly. "Come on. Follow me. There's a bar right across the street, we could wait there. Come on!" She takes his arms and they both laugh as they run into the bar.

Hook holds the door for her. "After you m'lady." She smiles at him and feels as if she remembers someone calling her that. Talk about some weird deja vu. She walks in and takes off her long red wool coat. They face each other and share a slightly awkward silence. Emma clears her throat and looks down at the ground then back at his face. "While we're here want a drink?" He smiles and nods his head as Emma and him heads over to the stools in front of the bar. "I'll have a whiskey please." Emma orders the bartender. "What're you going to ask for?"

The pirate takes out his flask from his small black bag and shook it in front of her face. He took a sip and then looked at her. "A pirate always carries around his best lad." He winks at her and scoffs followed by a smile.

"So you're a pirate now aren't you?" The bartender places her glass full of whiskey in front of her. "Thanks." As the lady leaves, Hook watches ass. Emma catches him and hits his arm playfully.

He shakes his head and grins at her. "Jealous love?"

She scoffs and rolls her eye. "Yes. I'm jealous of a man dressed in a pirate. What are you supposed to be anyway? Captain Hook?" She chuckles. His eyes widen and looks at Emma.

"Did you just say Captain Hook?" he raises his eyebrow. His facial expression expressed seriousness.

She looks at him as if he were strange. Then again ever since he attacked her this morning and stalked her throughout the afternoon she's starting to get used to him saying weird comments every once in a while. "Yeah. So?" she answered him.

He slowly made a smile spread across his face. "You probably won't need to drink the elixir anymore."

She rose her eyebrow with a smirk on her face. "Yeah...what was with the whole potion thing?"

"I told you, it'll make you remember everything, Emma. All you need to do is drink it." he smiled at her sincerely.

She rolled her eyes in frustration. "I'm not who you think I am 'love'." She mocked him. "How many times must I tell you? I. Am. Alone." She got up from the stool and ran out of the door. Hook sighed in despair. Yes. That is definitely my Emma. He got up and ran after her. The rain was still pouring over the city. He looked around to find Emma and found her running towards her buggy.

"Emma!" he called out, "Please! Just let me explain!" He ran and turned her body around. "Emma…" he whispered softly.

"Listen Killian, Jones, Hook. Whoever the hell you are; my life is here and will always be here!" she cried out to him, luckily no one was around because of the rain. She sighed and calmed down. "My name is Emma Swan, I have a son named Henry, I don't know you, I definitely do not come from a place full of magic, and I do not have a family! So just please, please! Leave me the hell alone."

Emma kept staring at him and he looked down at the ground. He knew she had her memory completely erased but he didn't expect that it was going to be this bad. She wasn't the Emma Swan he knew anymore. She was just another girl. It still wasn't enough however. He won't ever give up on her. Ever.

"Just listen to me, Emma," he held onto her arms, "I will get you back."

Emma looked into his eyes. She could see that he was trying as hard as he could but she couldn't handle it. She just couldn't possibly have a family other than Henry. She couldn't have known this guy from somewhere. She couldn't believe. "No!" she screamed. She gripped the bottle as tight as she could and threw it at the ground. The glass broke and she got into her car.