Emma watched as Hook steered them into the portal to Neverland- closer to Henry. She was bored, she was tired, and Hook's flirting look every few minutes pissed her off more than usual. She turned away from him, her parents and Regina and Mr. Gold to the sun in Neverland almost setting. She stared at the sky and saw many stars, more than in Storybrooke for sure. The boat- ship thing was now rocking smoothly, but she was still seasick. She heard a pair of footsteps walking behind her, Hook.

"Something wrong, love?"

"Everything's fine, Hook," she replied sharply, Emma wouldn't be able to handle his flirting anymore today, or any other day.

"My, my love," he said and Emma turned around to see his blue sparkling eyes on hers.

"What?" Emma was not in the mood. She changed her mind, she might just go to bed. She walked a few steps before she felt a hand on her arm. Hook. She froze, and hyperventilated, why? She didn't know, she just knew that she did.

"Where are you going?" Hook asked in a slight teasing voice.

"To sleep," she replied, it was the most obvious thing, wasn't it?

"Oh," he said in a sad voice, "was going to ask if you wanted to steer her, but I guess you'd rather sleep."

She looked up at Hook, his blue eyes looking away from hers, and suddenly, she didn't want to go to sleep anymore.

"Sure," she said taking his request; Hook was taken by surprise, "what?"

"I want to steer it," she said, meaning the Jolly Roger.

"Her," he corrected, "her."

"You talk like she's real," Emma said, Hook had a soft side, something he denied in the Enchanted forest. "Like she has feelings and everything."

"That's because she does, just hopes she likes you, or else she wouldn't let you steer her," he replied, leading Emma to the steering wheel.

"So stand behind it," he said and she nodded, following his instructions. "That's a good lass," Hook smiled and Emma tried not to blush.

"Port," he said, pointing to a P with a line across it, "that is the left. Starboard," he pointed to the S which had a similar line across it, "is the right."

"Port is left, starboard is right," Emma repeated, she tend to remember things easier if she said them aloud.

"That's a good lass," Hook purred and Emma ignored him. "Try it," he said, taking one her hand under his and placing it on one of the many handles and the other guided by his hooked hand, which was just as gentle. "Two notches port."

She turned the steering wheel slowly to the left two notches; the ship turned slowly away from the island they were going to hit and she gasped.

"You'd make one hell of a pirate," he smirked and she returned it.

Emma took her hand off the steering wheel, "don't you get tired, you know, without a lot of sleep?"

"You get used to it," he said, "you have to, or else you will crash."

"Well, aren't you tired?"

"Not really," Hook said with a smile, "because you're here."

Emma returned the smile and met Killian's eyes; their gaze not leaving each other's until she heard footsteps. He gaze snapped to the source. David.

"Good night, Hook," she muttered really quietly, she could barely hear it herself, but he caught it and whispered a good night back.

"What's going on," David asked when she reached him.

"Nothing, he was teaching me how to steer the Jolly Roger," Emma gave a small smile, hoping David didn't see it, and he didn't.

"Well, come on, you must be tired," he told her.

"Yeah," she agreed, "tired."

"Emma, lass, wake up," she heard a voice and she opened her eyes. Hook.

"What the hell?!"

"We're there, we should get moving before it's too late," she sat up and her vision was blurry, surprisingly, Hook still looked handsome. Wait, what? Don't. He's not handsome she mentally slapped herself and her vision was normal again.

"Too late?" she asked following Hook out of the cabin and outside on the decks, "what do you mean, 'too late'?"

"When the sun sets, and the moon shines, Neverland isn't the safest place.

"I see," she said in a knowing voice, grabbing a plate of breakfast that Mary Margret was holding out to her. Eggs.

"That's it?" she asked, she didn't hate eggs, she would rather eat something else, though.

"Don't complain," Hook hissed, "that's all I got that I can be breakfast."

She faked a big smile and started eating the eggs. Not a bad cook, she thought.

"So what?" Regina asked, walking around, "where would Henry be?"

"That," Hook said, "I have no idea, but I think I know someone who does."

"And who would that be?" Mr. Gold asked.

"Tinkerbell," he called and a little fairy with a short green dress came.

"Peter, haven't seen you in a while," she said flying to his shoulder and sitting on it.

"Peter?" Emma asked surprised, "as in Peter Pan?"

"Aye," he confirmed, but that wasn't enough information for her; she didn't want to disrupt them of their reunion, and finding Henry, so she kept to herself.

"So where would Henry be?" Emma asked and the little fairy closed her eyes and started mumbling something, so quietly, Emma couldn't hear.

What's she doing? she mouthed to Hook and he replied:

Finding Henry.

"Oi!" Tinkerbell squeaked, "I can hear you two flirting."

"We're not flirting," Emma and Hook said in unison and Tink gave a sarcastic "hmm," and continued concentrating.

"Home of the lost boys," Tink said, and Hook nodded.

"Home of the lost boys!" he announced and everybody got ready- the ship was going to move again and Emma would get seasick, again. She walked to the sides and let the ocean breeze cool her, and she heard winds fluttering next to her.

"Hey, Tink," she greeted, looking at the little fairy in a short green dress, "I'm Emma," she started to put her hand out, but immediately stopped and put it back.

"Emma," she repeated and looked at her. "Are you liking Neverland?"

"I haven't seen it, really," Emma replied, it was easier to talk to Tink than she thought.

"It's not a bad place itself, just at night- real dangerous."

"Yeah, are the mermaids any mean or are they nice?"

"You don't know much about Neverland, do you?"

"Well," Emma struggled, trying to find the right words, "I've read it in a book. Neverland is the place where every child wants to be, no grown ups to boss you around, you can have anything you want. Nothing bad."

"Oh," Tink said in an understanding voice, and landed on Emma's shoulder, the rocking making Emma slightly seasick. "The real tale is a bit more gruesome. Where to start?"

"Uh.. Mermaids?" Emma suggested and Tink nodded.

"They're nice... kind of, not my favorite creatures. They're nice, really, until sunset. They pity women, men.. not so much. After sunset, they turn evil and like something is controlling it; they're totally different. Evil, sharp teeth show, and come close to them during dark and they would drown you, not matter who you are. Sometimes they even drown their own kind- for the fun of it."

"Doesn't seem like my tale," Emma said and Tink agreed.

"Anything else?" Emma was curious.

"Well, the birds, you can say are a little different."

"How so?"

"Well," Tinkerbell started, "they are misunderstood. People think they are- you know, not evil, but they are. If a bird is anywhere close to you, I suggest you move. The more there are, the harder it is to escape. They pick out you eyeballs and peck you until you die. Not the nicest, really."

"Oh," Emma didn't think birds would be different here, "what about people?"

"The Native Americans- Redskins, aren't that- well, what you think they are," Emma was listening intently to what Tink was about to say, "they.. well, are mean. Can I say that? Yeah. They take things very seriously, so don't really joke around them. They hate Hook, but they are fine with Peter Pan and the lost boys. About half sure they would hate Peter now though, since he looks like another Hook."

"But don't they not look alike?"

"They don't even come close, but the Redskins don't care. If the person has a hook, or a lost hand, the person is considered Hook. Unless you're meeting Tiger Lily. She's nice, compared to the others. She has a soft spot for Peter, liked him since she set eyes on him, so if you accidentally end up on their island, find her, and she will get you out."

"Emma! Tink!" Hook called from the other side of the ship, they were there, Home of the Lost Boys.

"Just there," Tink said, pointing to the humongous tree with a house on top of it. The trees were easy to climb, well, at least for Emma.

"So Henry's just up there?" Emma asked no one, pointing to the tree house above them.

"Aye, lass," Hook said moving next to her, "he's up there."

Emma couldn't believe it, she was so close to finding Henry again, to have him in her arms.

"So we climb?"

"Or fly," Hook suggested.

"Fly?"

"Did I stutter?" he asked in a sarcastic voice and Emma laughed, "nope."

"I can't fly," she said just as Hook began hovering over the ground, waiting for her to take his hand- oh what the hell? All she needed to find Henry. She took it and ignored the small shock that happened and he pulled her off the ground, Tinkerbell sprinkled some Pixie Dust on her and Emma was actually flying- or floating, whatever they called it.

"Like it, love?" Hook asked and she nodded, he placed her on the porch and flew down to talk to Tink, helping her getting everyone up.

They walked in and there were many boys- but just a few girls- boys of all ages from 5 to 15, all lost boys. The boys stopped talking and playing when they walked in. She scanned the room- most of them were brown haired. Where was Henry? A kid almost knocked her to the side with a hug she looked down to see who it was- Henry. She bent down and hugged him for the longest amount of time possible and he detached himself from her embrace and ran to hug Regina, Mary Margret and finally David.

"Hope you have a safe trip home," Tink called and sat on Emma's shoulders.

"Neverland is still dangerous, I think I know of a way to restore it," Tinkerbell whispered in Emma's ear.

"How?" Emma wanted to know, she didn't want Neverland to be a dangerous place.

"Restore it first of all- how, well that's easy. Restore Peter Pan," Emma's gaze flicked to Hook, "if you restore him and reattach him to his shadow, Neverland might be saved. If you fail to restore him, nothing's going to happen, but if you reattach him to his shadow without restoring him. Bad things may happen."

"Oh," Emma didn't not expect that answer, "hope to see you if we go back to Neverland."

"Same to you, Emma," she smiled and flew to Hook to bid her farewell and left.

Hook started steering the ship through a portal Tink made, and the sky went dark; it was going to be a long ride. Emma pretended to sleep until everyone was sleeping and she snuck out to the decks- Hook wasn't there. She tried his room and as soon as she walked in she heard Hook roll over, muttering things, and sweating- a lot. He was having a nightmare; Emma didn't know what to do, she was bad at comforting people, so she decided to wake him up.

"Hey, Hook, Hook!" Emma whispered loudly, shaking his arm.

"Hey beautiful," he smirked, walking up.

"You okay?" Emma asked in a worried tone- wait-why was she worried?

"I'm fine, just seeing Milah dying- again," he groaned, sitting up and staring at Emma.

"You muttered 'father', Hook, do you really think I would believe that?" Emma looked at him and decided to sit next to him.

"Oh.. that, well," he didn't want to tell her, "is a story for another time."

"Oh is it?" Emma challenged, "if that story is for another time, why won't you tell me the story of you being Peter Pan."

"Err, Peter Pan is for another time, I'd rather you hear my nightmare."

"Alright then," Emma crossed her arms with a winning smiling on her face, "tell me."

"Well," Hook started, "we jumped on board, with plans to travel the realms when I was just a tad boy. One day, when I woke up, he was gone- turned out he was a fugitive, fled at night."

"Oh," Emma didn't know how similar Hook was to her. Sure, they both loved and lost, sure they understood each other, but she didn't know that he grew up without parents- or at least a dad.

"What about your mother?"

"Died, died giving birth to me," Hook looked to the floor, he was depressed, remembering his painful past.

"What's your father's name?"

"Spent a hell long trying to forget it," Hook shook his head, "Jones. Davy Jones."

Emma just blinked. The Davy Jones from Pirates of the Caribbean, or one that is similar to him?

"Oh," there wasn't more she could say.

"So why you up so late, lass?"

"I heard you having nightmares," she decided to thank him later.

"You're not the only lie detector in the world, lass," he told her.

"To thank you," she said, looking up at his glassy, piercing blue eyes, who were looking right at her.

"Well, thank you accepted," he smirked, and started walking out.

"Where are you going?"

"To give her a nice stop," Hook said. He was going to park the Jolly Roger.

"Wait, Hook," she said, scrambling to catch up to him without tripping, "can I try?"

"Not the simplest thing in pirating, why won't you come anytime soon, and I can teach you?" he asked for her permission and docked the Jolly Roger to Storybrooke's docks.

"Alright then," she said, and walked back to the cabin where everyone was sleeping, "good night, Hook."

A/N: I would continue it, no worries, but after I finish Something Different, so it will take a while. I hope you like. Review and I'm taking ideas- so tell me any ideas you have. I don't bite, don't worry. :)