This is the first story i've published but I gave it my best shot so please take the time to read. I love the whole Hook and Emma thing that's going on at the moment so I thought why not have some fun with it. Just a few things to note, this follows the episode 'Good Form' although there are some ways in which the story differs from the show.

-They have not yet met Tinkerbell

-David is was not hit by the poison arrow

-Henry does not know that Emma has come to save him

Anyway, on with the story- love it or hate it, any feedback will be greatly appreciated!

I want to hide the truth

I want to shelter you

But with the beast inside

There's no where we can hide

No matter what we breed

We still are made of greed

This is my kingdom come

This is my kingdom come

They'd been gone for an hour or two. Emma had drank far too much. Rum. That bloody pirate. Where were they? Mary M- ,her mum and dad. They said twenty minutes. And so she sat there in the sand, with Hook and Regina for company.

"They've been a while." Emma threw a bottle into the dying fire. "I thought they were getting water."
"I could guess what else they're doing." Hook's suggestive glance was enough to make Emma's skin crawl.
"Oh come on!" She grimaced, "they're my parents."
"Sorry love." He laughed, leaning back against a rock. "Your Majesty, I believe it's your turn to feed the fire."
"Right." Regina stretched out and got to her feet. "I'll be back- well, I should be back in twenty minutes."
"Funny." Emma snapped as Regina headed for the woods.

"Just you and I then." Hook raised his bottle. "Emma Swan and Captain-"
"What?" She looked up intently. "What is your real name? It can't be Hook- you had two hands once."
"Indeed." He sighed, "well, can you guess?"
"Seriously?"
"We've got time to kill love." He grinned loosely.
"Alright." Emma smirked. "Richard?"
"Richard?"
"Richard." She took another swig from the bottle. "Dick for short."
"Ha." Hook folded his arms. "No, believe it or not- my name is not Dick."
"Go on then."
"Killian." He rolled his eyes.
"Cute." Her nose twitched in the way that make him smile.
"Not what a man likes to hear."
Emma shrugged. Her mind searching for further conversation.
"So- do you have any 'mates' in Neverland?"
He laughed at her pitiful attempt to execute a British accent.
"You know what I mean." She shook her head, "What happened to Mr. Smee?"
"How do you know Smee?" Hook snapped.
"I've never met him." She spat defensively. "He's in the stories."
"Oh yeah? Am I in the stories?"
"Of course. The infamous Captain Hook- Pan's worst enemy."
"Well-" he snarled, "they got that much right."
There was a dense pause while Emma finished off the last of her rum and broke open another bottle.
"You haven't answered my question." She folded her arms, taking on a rather demanding tone. "What happened to Smee?"
"It's complicated." He got up sluggishly and she followed.
"Is it?"

"Mr. Smee fell in love-" Hook was serious now. Emma turned to hide her discomfort, focusing on a broken shell lodged in the sand. "Fell in love with a fairy."
"You have got to be kidding me." Emma muttered under her breath. Mr. Smee and Tinkerbell. That's one I've not heard before.
"This fairy called Tink. We met her on the Island once." Hook continued, "well, my old friend Smee did not make his feelings clear."
"I can see where this is going."
"It was a mistake." He snapped. "Mr. Smee was a good man."
"He must have been pretty pissed."
"Yeah." Hook nodded.

"You know I watched- and read- Peter Pan countless times as a kid, I must have missed the part where Hook sleeps with Tinkerbell." Instantly the dynamic changed.
"You missed the best bit." Hook grinned drawing himself closer to her.
"Doubt it." She scoffed.
"Jealous love?"
"Please." Emma smirked, closing the gap between them. The bottle of rum in her hand nicked his hook, spilling into the fire behind them. It spat violently. Hook jerked backwards, tripping across a branch and landing on his back. Emma burst into streams of Laughter, clenching her sides.
"Had a little too much Rum there Captain?"
Hook snagged her angle and she dropped to the ground beside him. She knelt, knees moulded to the sand and he sat up to face her.
"Emma Swan- You are..." Hook slurred, resting his forehead against hers. Emma felt a rush of heat ignite her cheeks. He was too close.
"What? What am I?"
"...dangerous." His voice was grating, hollow and empty. Emma tilted her head towards his hook, consequently shifting her lips an inch closer to his.
"I'm dangerous?"
"Very." Hook laughed, tracing his forefinger along her hip bone. Emma swallowed hard in an attempt to slow her pounding heart. She felt the seem of her shirt shift upwards as Hook's lips grazed her jaw. In an instant his bruised mouth crushed hers, arching her backwards into the sand. Emma felt a pulse of electricity as curved steel ran up her spine, Hook's hand gripped tightly around her waist.
"What is that?"
Emma felt him draw away, glaring at a black mark on her side. His face drained of colour, brows furrowed.
"How long have you had that?" His thumb pushed hard into the affected skin. Emma winced, her eyes loosing focus of the distant trees.
"I didn't notice it," her breathing was heavy, "-please."
Hook released the pressure and Emma groaned in relief, collapsing to the ground.
"Look at me Swan." He held her chin tightly, forcing her eyes to meet his. "Do you know what a curse is?"
Emma shook her head free of his grasp and got to her feet.
"Of course I know what a bloody curse is." She spat, brushing sand off her arm.
"You know we don't have many in Neverland." A dim smile broadened, "Perhaps if you took something that wasn't yours..."
Emma stormed towards him, gripping the collar of his shirt.
"Are you calling me a thief?" She laughed bitterly, "Coming from the bloody pirate."
She released her grip, embarrassed by the inexcusable flare of rage.
"Or-" Hook straightened out his jacket, "You used an disapproved form of magic."
"That's ridiculous." Emma dropped her head. "I've never- I don't know how to use magic. You know that."
Hook nodded,
"That's what I thought- so- what are you hiding from me?" He stared intently at her side, "Let me see it again."
"No." Emma snapped. She stepped back, clinging to the area of fabric that covered her waist.
"Don't make me-"
"What? Don't make you what?" Emma snarled, she paused for a moment before making a run for the woods.
"Really?" Hook muttered under his breath, "I thought we were done with the childish games."
He quickly caught up, making no attempt to tackle her carefully.
"Get the hell off me!" She struggled, squirming beneath him.
"Just hold still love, we don't want to cause a fuss." He frowned, scratching at the black marked skin.
"Well-" He dropped down to sit on her stomach, Emma coughed a shot of air. "Looks like you're going to meet Tink after all."
Hook flashed a pirate's wink and Emma rolled her eyes before her elbow promptly met his rib cage.

Please let me know what you think! It was a pretty long first chapter so thanks for reading to the end. Any ideas on what Emma's curse could be? Has she taken something that didn't belong to her? Or is she hiding a magical ability? We shall see!