A/N: Hey guys. So here's the second part. I have finished a first draft, I'm thinking this is going to be about 4 chapters but I'll see. I have an exam on tuesday so I'm not sure when the next part will be up. ALSO, I was not comfortable at all writing in present tense as I did for the first chapter, which is why I changed to past tense. Hope you guys enjoy this part as well!

"How… when… who…", Neal stuttered helplessly while he stared at a grown up Wendy Darling. The other four companions were at loss what to say as well, just staring at the woman in front of them, not sure how to interact.

"Who are you?" she asked with an insecure voice, eyeing him through thin eyes. Neal gave a shrug and sighed.

"It's me, Baelfire."

Her hand flew up to her mouth as she obviously recognized him. "How is this even possible?"

"You're asking me… How can we be the same age? It's been, what, almost 100 years since we last saw each other?" He looked around at the others, meeting Hook's eyes. "Do you understand this?"

"Well, um to tell you the truth lad, I –", Hook began but was interrupted at Wendy's squeal of happiness, making everyone jump.
"Killian!" she cried out and ran straight into his arms and Hook, being taken aback, almost fell over. "What are you doing back here? I heard you escaped some years ago."

Hook looked at her, remembering the time they shared together. He was trying to wrap his head around it all - how she was connected to Baelfire, how Baelfire was connected to him - and met Emma's eyes. She had a deep frown, arms crossed over her chest and were clearly not enjoying the situation – Hook had to bite his lip until it bled to keep himself from smiling like an idiot when he realized Emma was jealous.

"Aye, I did leave."

"Then why on earth would you ever return to this awful place?" she asked, looking at him like he was a complete and utter moron. He probably was though, him not ever being able to think clearly when Emma was around. An awkward silence settled among the group, everyone knowing the answer to Wendy's question but nobody brave enough to say it out loud.

"I have my reasons", Hook simply stated.

"OK, sorry to cut in but I have to ask. How the hell did you get here, Wendy? I thought me sacrificing myself helped", Neal said, not being able to hide his pride at his actions. Had Hook not been looking at Emma at that precise moment, he would've missed it; a flash of raw sadness washed upon her face at Neal's words. Hook took her hand in his and gave it a little squeeze to make sure she was ok. She did not squeeze back, but did however start to run her thumb up and down on his hand.

"I… Peter caught me", Wendy said in a desperate voice. "He has Michael and John as well." She looked broken, sad, while she stood there in nothing but her nightgown looking down at the ground. "But they're still children; he caught them when they were only 15 and 17 years old. For some reason Peter came back for me 11 years later."

If they had been in a cartoon, Neal's chin would've been touching the ground out of mere shock. "But when I saw all the lost boys… I thought I recognized one of them, his eyes though… they were so cold." He shuddered at the memory.

"Yeah well mate, that's what about 100 years of Neverland and Pan does to you", Hook interfered with a sour voice.

"I'm not – ", Neal began.

"Aye, it only applies to normal people", Hook said with a wink at Neal. Everyone was silent for a split second, looking from Hook to Neal, before they all burst out laughing; there in the middle of a dark forest in Neverland, with no sight of Henry or a way to ever get of the island, they laughed until their eyes got wet, forgetting, if only for a moment, where they were and why. Hook smiled, never having felt such camaraderie before, not even with his crew for hundreds of years. He liked it.

"So, what's the plan again?" Neal asked Emma with a skeptical voice.

"C'mon, it's going to work. If we're ever going to get of this damn island we need work as a team – " Emma began arguing with him.

"Her plans always work out the way she wants them to. Now I suggest we keep on moving before Pan catches us and all this is uncalled for", Hook interrupted, giving Neal a stern look. Neal shrugged and followed Wendy, Snow and David, leaving Hook and Emma alone.

"I don't like it when he's acting in such a demeaning manner", he explained before she got the chance to say anything. She nodded.

"He can't help it, it's his defense when he doesn't know how to act", she said, not looking at him. "And I don't need anyone to fight my battles for me, Hoo- Killian." He couldn't hold back a smile.

"Aye, I got that. Still doesn't make it ok, lass." She looked as if she were about to argue with him, but probably deciding against it, she just thanked him.

After you kiss somebody, there is an unnamed time limit of how much time can pass while the kiss is left unspoken. For Emma, she felt like her time limit was about 5 days because at the 6th day after their short and tender kiss the day Neal was found, she couldn't even look at Hook without feeling color rising to her cheeks. Hook didn't look like he shared this though, because he continued to look as smug as he always did whenever she met his eyes. Lucky for Emma, she knew Hook by now and knew when he had his walls up.

"Hook", she called after him one afternoon while they were searching for a way to find some fairy dust – they guessed that was their best shot at ever leaving Neverland. He stopped and turned around to look at her. Damn, she had forgotten how blue his eyes were up close.

"Milady?" he said in a respectful tone, managing to hold back a grin. Emma gave him a look that said, cut it off or I'm cutting something off of you. He quickly got up from his bow – the man bowed! Why did that make her feel giddy when she should think it was ridiculous? – when he saw her look.

"We need to talk about… well… that thing a couple of nights ago."

"That thing? What thing?" he asked innocently, trying to act like he had no idea what she was talking about. And Emma knew he did it because he was trying to make her say it even though he knew it made her uncomfortable to talk about. She squirmed where she stood.

"Oh no you don't buddy. I brought it up, you know what I'm talking about and – " Suddenly there was a rustle in the trees right behind them and they both turned around, weapons raised. Emma couldn't help but notice how Hook angled himself so he stood just a little bit in front of her, but not so much in front of her that she would complain or notice – or so he thought.

"Cut it out", she said in a grumpy voice of a child. "I can take care of myself."

"As you wish." Emma's head turned so fast in Hook's direction, it looked like she got a whiplash. However, she didn't get a chance to say anything because Regina and Rumpelstiltskin emerged from the bushes at that moment, deeply engaged in an argument.

"What the hell Regina? Where's Henry?!" Emma burst out while she hung her sword on her back again, making both Regina and Rumpelstiltskin jump.

"Well, well. Fancy running into the two of you here, all alone", she said, dragging out the word alone. "What did you do with the others? Kill them off?" she sneered while talking; sounding hopeful that Snow and David might not actually be alive.

"Well, you obviously spent too much time with Gold already, Regina. Now, why isn't Henry with you as you promised?" Hook noticed how she couldn't stand still, always moving a hand, her foot, her shoulder but he couldn't figure out if it was Regina and Rumpelstiltskin making her nervous, or if it was him. He hoped for the latter.

Pan is clever, I might have underestimated him", Regina responded with dignity in her voice.

"And what about you, Gold? What's your excuse?"

"SHE", he said while pointing a crooked finger at Regina, "got in my way, dearie." He tried to smile at her but the smile didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Ok, well… that's disappointing. We'll go to the others and try to figure out a new plan. We found Neal, and his friend Wendy", Emma said, making Gold lit up at Neal's name. She didn't sound quite happy about Wendy being with them, but Hook imagined that was because she and Neal seemed rather close.

The rescue party – Operation Henry as Regina had named it – decided to set camp for the night within proximity of Pan's encampment, which Gold had managed to locate. They hoped for a surprise attack before any of the Lost boys had any time to react. They were going to go in, get Henry, get out and run like hell; it was a great plan except for the fact that they still didn't know how to leave. Everyone knew it but nobody brought up the inevitable, waiting for a miracle.

"What? No, I don't want to go anywhere." Everyone went still at Henry's announcement, Emma and Regina's faces draining of all color.

"Bloody hell, he got to him", Hook muttered to Neal. Emma heard him though.

"What do you mean?"

"Look the lad in his eyes. What do you see?" Hook pointed to Henry, who just stood there looking so calm it was almost scary.

"What? I don- " Emma began, but as she met Henry's eyes she saw what Hook meant. Henry has the same look as Emma, as Hook, and as all the other Lost boys in Neverland. "What do we do?" She reeled around to the rest, moving away from Henry.

"We need to convince him otherwise", Wendy simply stated. "Talk to him."

Emma stared at Wendy, not being able to move. It was sheer luck they had gotten Henry and they were losing valuable time every second Henry refused to go with them – time they would need if they were to leave the island without Pan catching them. She looked desperately at Regina, who sighed heavily.

"Oh for heaven's sake. Henry, come with us now. You are not an orphan; we're all here for you!" She took his shoulders as she spoke, shaking him lightly as if to make him listen better. He did not even dignify her with an answer. Emma went up to the pair and crouched down to Henry's level.

"Kid, c'mon. You have all of us here, wanting nothing more than to bring you home."

"Home? This is my home now", he exclaimed happily. The smile he gave them looked off; he looked crazy. Hook looked around, sighing inwardly while walking up to Henry, Emma and Regina.

"Mind if I give it a go?" The women looked at him like he was the crazy one, but they backed away, letting Hook and Henry have some space. He sat down a knee in front of Henry while he left the other one in a ninety degree angle.

"Hey lad, I'm Killian", he began but when he saw Henry's eyes drift to his hook, he continued, "but you may call me Hook if you like. So, you like it here?" Henry nodded eagerly. "Aye, I get that. It sure is great to be left alone sometimes."

Henry was looking intently at Hook, as is he were a sponge sucking in every word. "It is."

Hook gave a slight nod at this. "Aye, couldn't agree with you more lass. But you know, after some time, it gets rather lonely. Take it from me", he said with sadness in his voice. Henry didn't look convinced.

"The thing is, though, I never had anyone to fight for me. I never had anyone love me except my brother who died on this very island a couple of hundreds of years ago. I never had enough people in my life to put together as one whole parent, but here you are with two mothers who would give up their life for you, one father, a grandmother and two grandfathers, all here because they love you and wish to take you home. Do you know how lucky that makes you, lass?"

He felt his voice grow a bit thick with emotions, never having talked about such things before, never having said them out loud to any living soul. He swallowed hard, looking Henry in the eyes – it was like a whole other little boy looking back at him, eyes filled with hope and love. Killian smiled at him.

"Thank you, Killian", he said, not hesitating on which name he should use for him. "I'm ready to go now guys!" he called back at the rest of their group, making Killian turn around to face six stunned faces. He got up from the ground and – while pushing Henry in front of him as a sort of shield – walked back the few steps to join the others. Nobody said anything and the only sound being heard was that of Henry being hugged by his entire family.

"Shall we then?" Killian said after a few more moments of silence. Snow looked at him with such pity, he could almost feel himself shrink down to avoid her gaze. It was Charming that saved him.

"Lets! Anyone have an idea of how to leave Neverland before Pan catches us?"

"Tinker Bell of course", said Henry as if it were the most obvious thing in the entire world.

"Her magic's gone, kid", Emma told him. He shook his head.

"Nah-ah. Not with the truest believe right here", he explain while pointing at himself with a wide grin. "I can get her magic back and she can take us home."

"Well, then let's go find her then", she said, obviously not convinced but afraid to disagree with him in case he decided to change his mind again.

"Yay, Tinker Bell", Regina muttered bitterly as they started for Tink's house.

Killian stayed back, hoping to get some space. He had no such luck, as Emma walked back to the clearing.

"I – uh, forgot my sword", she said lamely before realizing it was on her back. Hook smirked.

"Aye, I can see that. Anything else, lass?"

"No. Nothing at all", she said, not moving. He walked up to her, invading her personal space again. They began a staring contest in silent, Emma having real difficulties not looking away at Killian's smoldering looks. He was doing it on purpose, of course, and it annoyed her that she found him to be so irresistible. Killian was the first one to move away, forcing Emma away from her thoughts.

"No! Don't go. I just wanted to…. To say I'm sorry about how sad your life has been." He lifted an eyebrow looking at her, knowing what she meant even if she explained it wrong.

"Thank you", he said in a guarded voice. He didn't feel like talking about it and he'd be damned if he got Emma's pity of all things. He wanted her to have and feel many different emotions for him, but pity was not one of them.

That's when she reached forward and gave him his first hug since before Milah died. Emma ached for Killian's sake, and she wanted him to feel he wasn't so alone anymore. She hugged him hard, before doing a one-eighty, following the rest of the gang. Killian was left alone, speechless and frozen in place, while also touched by Emma's obvious attempt at supporting him. The absence of human warmth would be even harder to survive now that he had experienced it after hundreds of years without it – yes, there'd been an occasional woman here and there, but they were all fleeting and had none of the warmth a friend or a lover would have – and he prayed and hoped he would never have to endure being alone again.