A/N – Happy OUAT day! So, I didn't get too many comments on the first chapter, which is fine. But I really do want to know if you guys enjoyed it or not. So just a couple of words in a quick review would mean the world! Without further ado, here is chapter two!

More of a Crevice

"Are you okay?" Emma asked, gently rolling Hook off her and holding his injured arm still.

"Never better, Swan," Hook smiled, taking a peak at the arrow still stuck in his arm. "That does pinch a bit, though."

"Do you think it's poisoned?" Emma questioned, eyes searching the arrow for a deadly substance.

"I bloody hope not," Hook joked before his eyes narrowed on her face. "You have a cut."

"I'm fine," Emma insisted. "You have an arrow in your arm."

"Better than it being in your heart," Hook replied, studying her small wound. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Why did you do that?" Emma wondered, not bothering to specify her question as she searched his eyes.

"You have to ask?" Hook countered, wincing as he tried to sit up. "In case it was poisoned, let's pull her out, shall we?"

Emma backed off and helped him steady himself as he got to a sitting position. He groaned slightly, but to his credit didn't even flinch as Emma pulled the arrow out of his arm.

"We have to get out of the open," Emma said, pressing lightly against his arm to try to stop the bleeding. "So I can take care of this."

"Don't know exactly how you plan on doing that," Hook joked. "We didn't bring any medical supplies on the ship."

"I'll figure something out," Emma promised. "We just have to get out of here first. Think about when you were here before. Does any of this seem familiar?"

"It seems like a forest," Hook sighed.

"What about the cliff you saw before? Maybe something around there was different." Emma tried.

"Well, different than the forest, yes, but-" Hook started before stopping suddenly. "Actually, I have been to that cliff before. Or close to it."

"What do you mean?" Emma asked.

"Assuming we're at the edge of the island I think we are, there's a cave close to that cliff," Hook explained. "My crew hid out there once before."

"Are there supplies?" Emma wondered.

"Doubt they lasted," Hook shook his head. "Pan and his lost boys are bound to have found them at some point."

"Well, it's shelter, which is what you need right now," Emma said, agreeing to the cave as their best chance.

They moved quickly and silently through the woods and made their way to the cliff's edge. Hook surveyed the area and then nodded in the direction of what looked like a solid rock wall. He smiled and walked closer.

"See?" Hook gestured, pointing at a small gap in the rocks. "Right through here."

"We might have a different definition of the word cave," Emma said hesitantly. "I'd call that more of a crevice."

"Relax, lass," Hook grinned. "The opening may be small, but the interior is lavish and quite comfortable."

"Okay," Emma sighed, following him through the tiny entrance.

He wasn't lying. It was almost like it had been dug out over time. Like a small, secret home. Except there was nothing inside. No evidence of Hook or his crew ever having been here, which meant Pan and the lost boys did know it existed.

"Are you sure this is safe?" Emma wondered.

"Aye," Hook nodded. "Maybe not for long, but long enough."

"Okay," Emma said, moving to look at his arm.

She tore at his sleeve to get a better look and he hissed in pain as she touched the wound. It was bleeding too much. Their eyes met and he offered a smile in reply to her look of concern. He held up the hook attached to his arm where a hand should have been as if to say he'd been through worse.

"I know, you're tough," Emma said sarcastically. "But if you lose your whole arm, that hook doesn't do you much good."

"I thought you were going to take care of me," he pouted ever so slightly.

"I'm trying, but I need to clean it. I wonder if there's water close by," Emma mused.

"Nay, not that I recall," Hook answered. "But maybe there's something else that could cleanse it."

"Like what?" Emma questioned.

"Like rum," Hook smiled.

"They've clearly cleaned the place out," Emma said, gesturing to their surroundings.

"What they could see, at least," Hook allowed. "But a good pirate knows how to hide his rum."

Emma allowed herself to smile at that comment. He directed her to a crevice in the wall even smaller than the one they'd squeezed through to get into the cave. And behind it, was a bottle of rum.

"How old is this?" Emma wondered.

"The older the better, Swan," Hook smirked.

"Shut up," Emma muttered. "Okay, this is going to hurt."

"Such a bloody waste of good rum," Hook complained. "I'd rather drink it."

"Maybe I'll let you have a sip," Emma offered, making him perk up. "After you let me clean your wound."

"Tease," Hook whined.

Emma poured a bit of rum onto the wound and Hook groaned loudly as it cleansed the area and slowed the bleeding. After she had gotten it as clean as possible she tore the bottom of her jeans to use as a makeshift bandage.

"There," Emma sighed, handing him the bottle of rum as his reward.

Rather than drinking it, he produced a small handkerchief from his pocket and spilled a small bit of rum on it. He brought the handkerchief to Emma's face and gingerly cleansed her cut.

"I thought you said it was a waste of good rum," Emma murmured.

"Not when it comes to taking care of your perfect face, Swan," Hook said softly, lowering his hand. "That should do."

"Thank you," Emma whispered.

Hook said nothing, only smiling as he finally took a sip of rum. He took another sip before offering the bottle to Emma who reached for it reluctantly.

"I need to find my kid, not drink with a pirate in a cave," Emma said, taking a swig in spite of herself.

"I'm perfectly ready to continue," Hook replied. "Though I must admit, drinking with you in a cave seems like a lovely evening."

"Hook," Emma warned, raising an eyebrow at him.

"You know it's true," Hook continued. "We could have ourselves a good bit of fun."

"Maybe I should leave you here to have fun by yourself," Emma bit back sarcastically.

"You don't mean these hurtful things you say," Hook said, his speech slowing.

"Are you okay?" Emma asked.

"Aye, just a bit tired," Hook yawned.

"You lost a lot of blood," Emma muttered. "You probably shouldn't have been drinking."

"On the contrary, darling, I think I should drink more," Hook argued, reaching for the bottle.

"No," Emma denied, putting the bottle out of his reach.

"That's mean, Swan," Hook pouted, grabbing at her when he couldn't reach the bottle.

Emma's breath caught as Hook pulled her closer. She assumed he was going to kiss her and she didn't have a response prepared. Of course she couldn't kiss him because that would be misleading to him. But… It wasn't like she hadn't wondered what kissing him might be like. How could she not with all of his suggestive comments?

"Hook," Emma finally said after he had held her close for a minute.

"I have a name, you know," he noted. "You never use it."

"I thought you liked Hook," Emma tried.

"I like it from my enemies. That you are not," Hook smiled, shifting even closer to her.

"Killian," she whispered.

"That sounds nice," he smiled, leaning in.

Confliction ran through her entire body as she quickly tried to decide whether to dodge him or not. But the decision was made for her when instead of planting a kiss on her lips, he fell over, passed out on the ground.