Author's Note: For scenes that are partial recaps, I recommend pairing up your reading with video clips from hookandemma's youtube channel. It will give you the visuals that I didn't describe, and also the few other Captain Swan scenes that I didn't address.

3X11: Going Home

ONE YEAR LATER, NEW YORK

She didn't know the man who knocked on her door. She had a really good memory when it came to faces and she truly didn't know him. When she saw the overflow of affection and relief in his smile, she double-checked nonetheless.

"Swan. At last..."

"Whoah, do I know you?"

"Look, I need your help. Something's happened, something terrible – your family is in trouble."

"My family's right here. Who are you?"

"An old friend."

She kind of wanted to remember him, for his own sake – she wanted him to be a sane person. A dashing, ruggedly handsome sane person.

"Look, I know you can't remember me, but...I can make you."

He tried to kiss her.

Up went her knee, right between his legs.

Insane it is.

3X12: New York City Serenade

"Hey! We need to talk."

"Swan," he couldn't stop himself from saying her name rather wistfully.

There she was again, with her commanding no-nonsense voice. Might as well be asking him where Cora was. How attractive he found it was beside the point, of course.

"I knew you wouldn't let me rot in that cage. I've been in my fair share of brigs, but none as barbaric as that. They force-fed me something called bologna," he tried to lighten the mood, but she wouldn't budge.

Because she was terrified. In her hand, she was holding things called photographs, proof that her life wasn't real and apparently, this fake life was so good that she needed his help to take that fatal step and tear through the lies. So he did just that – he nagged at her conscience and prodded at her detective senses.

"Perhaps there's a man that you love in the life that you've lost," he gave a bit too much away. "Regardless, if you wanna find the truth, drink up. Do you really want to live a life of lies? You know this isn't right, trust your gut, Swan, it will tell you what to do."

And she did. She took the vial and uncorked it.

In that moment, Hook realized how precious those few drops of liquid were.

Please don't drop it. Please don't pour it onto the sidewalk in a defiant gesture. Please, please, if you change your mind, just give it back to me so I can try again, so I can try better. Please...

But she drank it. She then closed her eyes and braced herself like the first time she set foot on the deck of his ship.

He waited with bated breath. He had pictured the moment of their reunion many times over the last year. He imagined how her eyes would fill with a spark of recognition mixed with all the feelings she had for him – the feelings that she usually hid but in this moment of surprise, would be impossible to keep at bay. He imagined he would put on his most charming smile and ask: "Did you miss me?" while doing that eyebrow thing that made her scoff and shake her head in bemusement. And then they'd embrace, or kiss, or more, depending how late at night he was imagining the reunion.

When she opened her eyes and finally looked at him, there it was – a spark of recognition. Instead of what he expected, though, it was mixed with a whole lot of regret.

"No...I didn't give him up...Oh god, I did! I didn't even look at him and I gave him away and I never looked back! I'm the worst mother...I'm not even his true mother – Regina is."

Hook wanted to kick himself. Of course this would take precedence over her memories of the man standing in front of her. Her son.

He offered her a hug and surprisingly, she did hold onto his coat and rest her head on his shoulder for a minute.

"It's all fake. The one reason I was proud of myself was keeping Henry and managing to get us a good life...and it's all fake," she whispered.

Perhaps he was selfish. Perhaps he should've never come here. Perhaps she should've never drunk that potion. Hook had never thought of it like that before.

She extricated herself from his arms, dabbed at her eyes and composed herself.

"Sorry about that. How have you been?"

~~#~~###~~#~~

"Frankly, I was bored. I had a life to get back to. A pirate's life."

"Really? I thought that you'd come back a hero, more or less. Didn't my parents offer to make you an, I dunno, royal harbormaster or something?"

Hook gave her a dry stare.

"Got it. Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for you. Glad to see you haven't changed."

"There wasn't anything for me in the Enchanted Forest. Why would I stay?"

It took her a second to clink her glass with his. She clearly needed to get used to his direct approach all over again.

"All was well till I got a message. A message saying that there was a new curse and everyone'd been returned to Storybrooke. The message told me that the only hope was you."

"You came all the way back here to save my family?"

"I came back to save you," he said bitterly before downing his glass.

"Save me from what?" she didn't understand, of course.

"I thought I would find you content, perhaps, but not happy. I assumed the erased memories would leave you wanting, restless, subconsciously aware that there's something missing in your life. I didn't know Regina's spell would be this good. I failed to imagine that it would give you a taste of perfect motherhood that I would then rip away from you with that potion. For that, I am sorry, Swan."

"It wasn't real," she murmured and shrugged. "It was just a dream," she told herself more than she told Hook.

The doorbell rang.

"Who is that?"

"Walsh," Emma almost teared up when she said his name. "Henry invited him."

"I can get rid of him-"

"No," she stopped him.

Hook sat back with an impotent sigh. He wanted to do something about that terrible sadness in her eyes. Surely, she didn't have to face her fake lover right this moment?

"My memories might not be real, but he is. And so are the eight months we spent together. I owe him an explanation."

Several emotions crossed Hook's face when she said that.

"What are you gonna say to him?"

"I don't know. But I care about him too much to drag him into all this. Wait here."

Hook poured himself another glass to keep himself quiet while Emma talked to Walsh.

What does that even mean, I care about him too much to drag him into all this? If she loved him, she would want him by her side in Storybrooke, right? Oh gods, please don't let that happen. The thought of taking Emma's new lover along for the ride made his stomach flip. He took an extra swig, hoping alcohol would fix that.

~~#~~###~~#~~

"Swan?"

He ran as fast as he could after he heard the sounds of thrown furniture, but all he could see once he got to the rooftop was a battered monkey with – would you believe it – wings, falling over the edge of the building.

"Swan?!"

He couldn't see her. Terror overtook him and he ran to the edge, looking for her broken body on the pavement.

"He knew," she whispered, making him jump.

She was sitting against a toppled table, which was why he couldn't see her before. She was clutching a pipe in her hand.

"Emma," Hook sighed with immense relief. He kneeled down next to her, looking for injuries. He found none, just shock in her face.

"What the blazes was that?" he asked gently.

"That was Walsh," she started with the simple answer. "He...It was fake, he knew everything, he was keeping an eye on me. I was never safe. What I thought I could have...It wasn't even..."

Seeing her like that was killing him. But a second later, she took a deep breath and composed herself again.

"I guess it wasn't in the cards for the Savior," she said dryly and stood up. "We leave in the morning."

Hook watched her walk away.

This is good. This is good, right?

~~#~~###~~#~~

Her "Bug" was just big enough for the three of them. Most of the road passed by in silence, with Henry on this EyePhone device-thing and Emma deep in thought behind the wheel.

Hook fell asleep in the back and only the worst of potholes would wake him, prompting Emma to wonder how much rest he got in New York, which then led her to question his sleeping arrangements. He mumbled something in answer, but he was rather certain she had just realized that he was practically homeless for that time.

He stayed up after lunch, so they put on some music.

A sharp harmonica riff cut through the air and Henry gave his mother a wide grin.

"Sorry, man, you're gonna have to bear this, it's a family tradition," the boy told Hook. He then explained that whenever he and Emma drove somewhere, they had these few songs they just had to sing along to; it was an unspoken rule that went with the Bug. Henry listed It's My Life, which was quite possibly a pirate song, and named this one as his childhood favorite, Bad to the Bone. Apparently, he used to laugh like mad at the b-b-b-b-bad parts when he was little.

Hook saw Emma's forced smile. Except none of that ever happened, it was saying.

"On the day I was born, pa-dah-da-da-dah, the nurses all gathered 'round..."

Emma sang with her son, yelling the words in pretend joy as two prickling tears slid down her cheeks. Henry didn't notice. Hook did.

Not that he mentioned it. He did his best to keep the mood light until they arrived to Storybrooke, at which point he stayed with Henry so that she could have a private moment reuniting with her parents.

3X13: Witch Hunt

"They're being turned into flying monkeys?!"

"Yes, they took on simian form with the added bonus of wings."

"...I think we know exactly who cursed us."

"The Wicked Witch of the West?" Emma's sarcastic remark was met with grave silence. "Seriously? She's real, too?"

"Says the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming."

"I don't get it. It's not like we're in Kansas – why would the Wicked Witch of the West wanna come to Storybrooke?"

No one had an answer, so they called it a day. Regina went home, Mary Margaret and David disappeared behind their door and that left only Hook and Emma in the hallway.

"So...How much do you know about this Wicked Witch?" Hook was obviously fishing for a way to stay with her a bit longer.

Emma took his bait and sat down on the stairs, leaving a space next to her for him. The smile he gave her was somehow half shy and half smug.

"Well, she's green, she rules a part of Oz and she melts when you pour water on her. And then they made a musical about her where she's a good guy and it was all a big misunderstanding between her and her college buddies. But I'm pretty sure we want the first version."

"It amazes me how much you know about other worlds, you just don't expect them to exist."

"Tell me about it. I met Robin Hood and his merry men today. Excuse me for having run out of suspension of disbelief by the evening. Where's your rum?" She asked casually as she turned towards him.

Hook chuckled and opened his coat, showing her the pocket but making her take it herself. She did. He appreciated the closeness. She appreciated the rum.

"By the way, on a scale from one to ten, how much do we trust Regina?" He quickly found another topic.

"Oh, a solid seven or eight for sure," Emma threw out a number.

"I'll keep that in mind."

When he said that, Emma gave him an inquisitive look.

"What?"

"You're completely on board, aren't you?"

"Points for the sailing pun, love."

"Hook."

"Of course I am. Have I done anything to make you distrust me?"

"People are turning into flying monkeys, Hook. Haven't you considered just...leaving? No curse is holding you and you've done more than enough by bringing me here."

"Why would I leave when all the adventure is right here?"

"I'm serious."

"So am I. You can count on me, Emma."

3X14: The Tower

Using his hook, the pirate captain shook a branch with red berries to see how many would fall off.

"You'll look for any excuse to use that thing, won't you?"

"At least we know we're in the right place. What now?"

"Now we start searching."

After a moment of silence, Hook made a comment: "And here we are again, tracking through some manner of woods or forest, courting danger."

"Which is exactly what I was talking about last night."

"I know, I just...wasn't expecting the severe weather conditions."

"You're definitely not dressed for it – do you even have anything without a scandalous V-neck?" Emma chuckled.

"I've never needed anything warmer."

"Really? So when you were going from one swashbuckling adventure to another all year, you avoided all the cold places?"

"...Exactly."

"You're lying," Emma stopped and turned around.

"Excuse me?"

"What happened back there – what aren't you telling me?"

"Nothing. That's my tale and I'm sticking to it."

"I still don't believe you."

"Well, let's leave it at that and you can just say thank you."

"For my memories? I already did."

"What about for saving you from a loveless marriage?"

"Is that what you think you've done?"

"He was a flying monkey."

"I didn't know that."

"Were you considering it? His proposal?"

"Does it matter?"

"Humor me."

"Yes, okay? I was in love, so of course I was considering it. But as usual, he wasn't who he said he was and I got my heart broken. Is that enough humor for you?"

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm glad to hear that."

"You're glad to hear that I had my heart broken?"

"If it can be broken, it means it still works."

The line didn't seem to have the desired effect, because Emma looked hurt. She slowly shook her head and whispered: "No. No, it doesn't, Hook. It worked back there, especially with my memories altered, but – what if this was the last straw? It took me years to bounce back after what happened with Neal, what if now I just...won't? Because I can't keep doing this, I can't keep getting hurt like this..."

"I'm sorry. That was a cruel thing to say. I'm sorry," he rushed out the words to stop her line of thought; bloody hell, he wanted her to look at the bright side of things, not make her this sad.

"I just can't." Emma wiped a hand down her face and composed herself yet again.

Hook wondered how many people ever got to see her like this. Vulnerable.

"Let's keep going," she said and took the lead.

3X15: Quiet Minds

"Watch the cover on that one," Belle mumbled as she handed him another book.

"Dealing with a hook here," the pirate reminded her.

But then, he went back to work, searching through indexes, all peace and quiet. It was such a strange sight.

"You're staring again, lass," he said without lifting his eyes.

"Sorry, I'm just..."

"I'm not gonna jump you or anything, you have my word."

"Exactly. You're so different. Before, you were so single-mindedly...mean."

"It's called focused. And I'm sure your beloved could get much worse than me."

That shut her up for a bit. But then, she started thinking about what changed Rumple from a cold-hearted beast to a gentle soul.

"Are you in love?" She blurted out the question without thinking.

Hook stared her down.

"If you need to ask, you don't deserve to know. Half the town seems to have figured it out already," he added bitterly.

"Oh. It's Emma, right?"

Hook rolled his eyes and took a swig of his rum.

"Well, why else would you be helping me right now? She asked you to."

"No, she didn't. She just gave me a look. And I'm gonna be..." Hook interrupted his own sentence by gulping down more rum, "whatever she needs me to be."

"Until she falls in love with you?"

"And after. Especially after."

~~#~~###~~#~~

When Emma left Neal's hospital room, Hook looked surprised that their 'minute' was so short. She looked around the waiting room.

"Belle and David?"

"They left together to continue Belle's research."

"Oh. I need to go, too, but...I really don't trust him to stay in bed and be a good patient, you know?"

"I can stay here and keep an eye on him," Hook said on a sigh.

"Thank you. Really, Hook. I'll have more time to talk later."

"Over a drink, perhaps?"

"Sure," she said on a chuckle.

She really felt bad for ordering him around like this. But he made it so easy, and she couldn't do everything alone, she wasn't afraid to admit that.

She needed to let him know how much she appreciated his help.

~~#~~###~~#~~

She was going to go straight to bed, but while passing Granny's, she saw Hook sitting at the bar. Alone, with a glass of something golden-brown.

He noticed her just as the doorbell rang, but he didn't speak until she ordered her own drink.

"I've just heard from David."

"I'm sorry," were the only words she could think of.

"He gave me some details, but I'm still not sure I understand what happened. I mean...Neal and Rumplestiltskin shared a body, and then Neal decided to split from him – but how did he do that?" Hook's confusion seemed to add to his grief.

"With my magic. He made me do it. He just grabbed my hands..."

Emma stopped to look at her hands.

"I told him he'd die, but he convinced me anyway. He made me kill him-"

"Gods," Hook got up from his stool and hugged her.

She really hugged him back this time. She pressed her face against his neck and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"I'm so bloody sorry, Swan, I really am."

Once they both drew enough comfort from each other, Emma wiped her tears and sat back onto her stool.

"Let's just finish our drinks and go home."

"As you wish."

3X16: It's not Easy Being Green

Hook was going to approach her, that was for sure. He just didn't have the opening words yet. He may seem all natural, but his opening lines were the product of a fine craft. And a closed-off Emma Swan was not an easy conversation partner.

"Perhaps I should paint a bull's eye on the Wicked Witch's back."

"She'll get more than a dart when I find her."

Hook reeled back when her next dart almost poked his eye out. It happened often. He considered it an acceptable risk for invading her personal space.

"I know you're hurting, Swan, but there're better ways to grieve Baelfire's death than letting anger overcome you."

"Let me guess: rum?"

"It never hurts," he raised his trusty bottle and smiled.

"I'll stick with anger, at least until I deal with Zelena."

Hook was worried, though. They were quite similar, Emma and him. What if she spiraled onto the path of revenge like he did?

"Take it from me, vengeance isn't the thing that's gonna make you feel better-"

"It's gonna make this town safer. And I promised Henry that I'd find the person responsible for his father's death. That's really all I can do for him right now."

"That can't be true, have you tried talking to the boy?"

"As far as he's concerned, I haven't seen Neal since he left me in jail. So anything I tell him about his dad being a hero sounds like I'm making it up just to get him to feel better."

"Perhaps I could talk to him."

"About what, leather conditioner and eyeliner?"

Ouch. She was just biting back because he was prodding. Let's not take it personal, mate. Besides, he could see a little regret in her eyes the moment those words left her mouth.

"I knew Bae as a boy," he reminded her. "Perhaps Henry would like to hear what his father was like when he was his age."

"Right. You're right, I forgot – I'm sorry." Emma flushed with embarrassment.

"No harm done."

"No, I shouldn't have said that, I..."

"I get it, Swan."

Emma sighed and rubbed her forehead.

"You'd really do that? Take him fishing or – or something, and talk to him about...?"

"Aye. It could help the boy make peace with his father's passing. And me."

"Be careful. Zelena's still out there."

"I assure you, nothing will happen to the boy while he's in my charge."

"Okay. Um, he's gonna spend some time on his iPhone, don't take it as him being asocial, he's just texting his friends back in New York. Other than that, and the memories, he should be the same Henry you got to know a year ago."

"A good lad, then."

"Yeah. Thank you, Hook."

~~#~~###~~#~~

"How did the queen fare against the witch?" Hook asked once Henry ran into the apartment and out of their earshot.

"She survived. The rest is definitely more than a doorway conversation."

Hook nodded his head and got ready to leave. Meanwhile, Emma stepped away from the door.

"What're you waiting for? Come on in."

She poured him a drink, made sure Henry was in the upstairs bedroom and joined him for another glass. Then she quietly told him about the duel.

"He just raised his hand and whoosh, I went flying through air. I was lucky some poor bystanders softened my fall."

"He could've killed you."

"I know. He's trying really hard to underperform every Zelena's command, I'm sure. I know you probably don't feel much sympathy for him, but...I was there with him when Neal died; and you should've seen him when Zelena made him deliver her message today – this must be torture for him, Hook. I'm really worried about him."

"About what, his sanity? I'm pretty sure that ship has sailed, love."

"No, I'm worried that even if we save him right now, he'll just...stop caring, you know? Neal made him care about being a good person, but after all this trauma..."

"Belle makes him care, too."

"You're right. I seriously don't envy her position – having to be enough for him to keep trying."

You're enough for me, he thought, but out loud, he said: "I don't get her whatsoever. For someone who's dating the Dark One, she's surprisingly judgy."

Emma scoffed: "Look at us, gossiping about Belle, of all people."

"You're right, we should gossip about the wicked bitch, instead," Hook bumped her shoulder with a smile, "I mean, how pathetic is she?"

"Pretty pathetic," Emma chuckled. "When she finally told Regina why she's doing all this, she sounded like a bratty six-year-old, let me tell you."

"Jealousy is an ugly thing."

"Yeah, but it doesn't make her any weaker. Fair and square, she basically won this fight. Except that she wanted Regina's heart, not her life. David's courage, Regina's heart...I'm guessing the third ingredient will be a brain, but I still have no idea what she's cooking."

Hook hummed in agreement and finished his glass.

"Thanks for taking Henry today," Emma said.

"Anytime."

"How was it?"

"Well, I found out that there's more Bae in your boy than you realize. I really think he needs to know about his father, Emma."

She was quiet for a while.

"Thanks again," she said without giving him any answer and saw him to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."

"Tomorrow, Swan."

3X17: The Jolly Roger

"Mr. Smee, I've tried letting you down easy, now let me be more direct: I have no intention of leaving this town," Hook had to put on his mean face to get rid of the nagging crew member.

He wondered when it happened – when his crew stopped being his family. True, few of them had been with him since before he became a pirate like Mr. Smee here, but he used to kind of love them nonetheless. It took him a while to realize that they were the kind of friends that bring out the worst in you and only encourage your self-destructive habits.

"My reasons are my own. Question them again at your peril," he growled just before his reason for staying in Storybrooke approached them.

"Didn't he use to be a rat?" Emma asked as Mr. Smee withdrew.

"Aye. In many ways, he still is." He took care to clear the darkness from his face and asked: "To what do I owe the pleasure, Swan?"

"I was wondering if you could take care of Henry again."

"If you wanna get close to me, you just have to ask, there's no need to use the lad as an excuse."

"Why am I not surprised you're making this about you? I need your help because Regina needs to train me in magic. We think together we might be able to defeat the Wicked Witch."

"That's the first reasonable plan I've heard since this all began. Magic is part of you, Swan, I saw it. It's about time you embraced it..."

"I'm not embracing anything. I need to learn magic to defeat Zelena, to make sure everyone here is safe. After that, I'm done."

To Hook's surprise, Emma then opened up to him about her dislike of magic and her plans to go back to New York after the fight was over. But while he appreciated the act, he hated the news.

Some sort of a counterargument came out of his mouth, but all that was running through his head was: New York? You can't. You can't! Can you? With your family and Henry's family and me here...Can you really, Emma? How?

~~#~~###~~#~~

After an afternoon spent on his newly appropriated fishing boat, Hook took Henry to Granny's for ice cream. Tinkerbell asked him for a word in private, and after evaluating the security of the diner with Granny and Leroy in it, he excused himself for a moment.

However, Tinkerbell wasn't Tinkerbell. As soon as he turned a corner, he found a hand jabbed into his chest and a green aura freezing all his motion. His eyes shot up in time to see the fairy's features change into Zelena's.

"Turns out my sister is not the only one with a resilient heart – I did my research on you, sweet Captain Hook. Over three hundred years old, a villain, and in love? I'm sure your heart will make a perfect ingredient..."

She ripped out the magical organ with one swift movement. He could see that it was half red, half black.

"And the best thing is..."

She peppered his heart with some magical powder. He could feel the sting as if it was still within him – prickles of pain that shot through his chest and made him growl through his teeth.

"...That you won't be able to tell anyone! Everyone will think that I'm still hunting after Regina's heart while I've advanced to the next step. How delicious!"

He wanted to kill that bitch. It was one thing to be victorious; it was another to gloat while your enemy couldn't even snark back. Very bad form.

She disappeared in a cloud of green smoke and suddenly, he could move again. But for a few more moments, he felt a kind of emptiness in his chest that chilled him to the bone.

~~#~~###~~#~~

He dropped off Henry in a foul mood and Emma could see that, so when the Charmings invited him to a family dinner with Madame Mayor and he refused, she didn't push much.

"Are you sure?" She stepped outside of the apartment and closed the door behind her.

"Another time, perhaps."

"Well, if you change your mind, you know where we'll be."

"How were your magic lessons?" Hook changed the topic.

"Successful, actually. I learned quite a few tricks – but apparently, most white magic is improvised rather than, you know, specific spells and curses. Once I opened myself to it...I feel like it somehow rewired my brain. I can see – I don't know how to say it – magic in things around me and sometimes even in people. It kinda freaks me out."

"I'm sure it's nothing to worry about. Your magic should be a good thing."

"Yeah, maybe it's just that I'm not used to it," Emma wrapped her arms around herself and shrugged. Her gift truly did make her uncomfortable. "So, how was the afternoon with Henry?"

"Taught him how to tie knots today. I really like the lad. I...Perhaps it's not my place, but I really think it would do the boy less harm to tell him the truth even though he can't remember it, as opposed to taking him away from Storybrooke. I also think it would be better for you, Swan." There. This was the answer he should've given her the first time.

Emma sighed and stayed quiet for a while. That was good – she wasn't refusing his idea right out of the gate. She rubbed her forehead and then dropped her hand.

"I mean, what do you think about New York?"

"I think that if you go back there after this, you won't find the paradise you had when your memories were altered."

"No, I mean personally. You left your home world several times, so maybe it doesn't feel like much of a home to you; and you don't seem to have your old ship anymore. Can you imagine living in New York?"

Hook frowned in confusion. What did that have to do with anything?

"Well, the modernities are a bit of an obstacle for me, and piracy is clearly not an option in New York..."

Wait, was she asking because she wanted to know if...?

"But I guess it depends on the companions. My crew, for example, would make for terrible company in New York. They'd fail to adapt, and they'd ruin any attempts at having an honorable living."

With her arms still wrapped protectively around her, Emma stepped closer.

"What I'm asking is, if we defeat Zelena and send the people of Storybrooke back to their world, and if Henry still won't have his memory back, would you consider coming with us to New York?"

Hook stared at her with his mouth open. He couldn't believe she was asking him this openly, that she finally revealed her cards. But why now when his heart was missing and he didn't know if he'd ever get it back?

"You don't have to say anything, I didn't wanna jump you like this, I'm sure it's-"

"Yes," he finally found the voice to answer.

"It's an open offer, you don't have to answer right now-"

"Yes," he repeated. "I just..." He tried to tell her about his heart, but nothing came out. Come on, say something else, then! I still don't think it's the best solution for you and Henry, came to mind, but Hook stopped himself from saying that and actually imagined living with Emma and Henry in New York.

He'd probably have to find his own apartment and a job, and the beginnings would be hard. But in time, he would win Emma's heart and Henry's approval. What would it be like to live together as a family? Hook lost himself in the selfish dream.

"You just what?"

Again, Hook opened his mouth, but he couldn't say what he really needed to say and he was afraid to say anything else.

"Excuse me, good night," he turned on the spot and ran like a coward.

~~#~~###~~#~~

Author's Note: Why is this story super late? I started writing it a couple years ago in the middle of season 3, when I was stuck home with pneumonia, and I'm finishing it now that I'm down with the flu. I call this type of fanfic 'lazy fanfiction' because it follows the plot so closely it's basically dialogue transcription with small bits of your own writing. This will change more and more in parts 2 and 3. I came up with the story before season 4 started – so having Hook's heart stolen is just a weird coincidence.