8am

Killian awoke restlessly, with the sun shining brightly through the window. Lucky for Emma she was facing opposite the sun, facing him as he had been facing her as they slept, if the were any closer together and they would be in each others arms.

He lay still in bed before attempting to rise for the heavy day ahead. Neverland wasn't a long as of now, a few hours more and they would reach the location where they needed to be to use the bean. Even then they couldn't rest – or wouldn't rest if Emma has her way. She would have them search the whole of Neverland to scatter Cora from her hiding place. He could only imagine the pain she felt, having her son tragically torn from her, he had to imagine it would be how he felt when Rumplestiltskin killed Milah.

Emma shuffled in bed and Killian found himself starring back down at her. He tucked mass of blonde hair from her face and reluctantly found himself thinking about Milah again, not about Milah in particular, but whether he could really feel that way about anyone again. A thought kept occurring to him but the deeper he pushed it away, the stronger it became: 'Could Emma be that one?'

He got out of the bed quietly and reached for his hook on the dresser "Sweet dreams, Swan." He whispered and left his room to head for the deck.


9am

She slept in a room; in the palace; of her worst enemies. though the feeling was entirely mutual on both ends. They hated her and she, well she was making her best attempt not to not hate them. All that bitter past was behind them for the good of the future, but it still lingered and hung over her everyday. For the sake of her son and Emma, it had to be put behind them.

Emma actually seemed to become a reliable ally, perhaps even friend of hers. And it was good to have someone she could rely on, everyone from her past were either gone or hated her and Emma seemed to be someone she could relate with. It was good being home, the magic and power was back and she still had her son. Despite being not so alone, she preferred the other land, the one the curse had brought them to. There was no magic but she still felt happier and oddly complete there.

Regina was broken from her thoughts when loud noises of commotion were coming from down stairs. She sat upright in bed, smoothing out the royal blue dress that she had worn the day before and regrettably slept in. She jumped up and decided to follow the commotion. If Snow and Charming were in trouble then a start of the healing process could be underway by offering her help.

Regina stood behind the back doors of the royal hall. Someone had entered the palace unannounced and by the sound of it, it wasn't for good reason. She peered though the little gap in the door to see what she was up against and right as rain Snow and Charming were alone against King George and roughly 50 members of his army. "To easy." She smirked and threw open the heavy double doors of the Royal Hall.

"Hello, Dear." Regina greeted, as she strolled in complacently.

Charming, undoubtedly startled by her presence, gave his wife a sceptical expression.

Snow returned the look but replaced it of one of explanation "I forgot to mention, I asked her to stay the night." She whispered simply and turning to witness the – to close for comfort – situation in front of her, King George and Regina.

"My, My, Regina, I can't say I was expecting you to show up," he grinned, satisfied that with the help of Regina; Snow and charming were helpless "Though now you're here we can get rid of them finally."

Regina didn't hesitate before powerfully tossing each of King George's men to the other side of the room with just a flick of her wrist. Before he could even contemplate the quickest way to escape, Regina had him pinned to the nearest wall with a shot of powerful magic.

Snow and Charming were left speechless by the scene that happened before them. "Is she…Does she want to kill us herself?" Charming muttered, unable to comprehend what Regina was doing.

"No, dear," she answered, turning to face her accuser "I'm just protecting you and your kingdom from a dangerous threat."

"I don't understand." Snow replied for him "Why?"

"I'll get to that after, dear. Right now, you're the deciders of George's fate." Tightening the invisible grip around his neck she turned to face George again "What do you think? Are they as bad as you?" she asked rhetorically as her grip around him became tighter.

"Stop!" Charming joined Regina's side "We're not murders, He wont die because of us." But he still walked toward the still contained George and punched him forcefully in the face.

Snow called for guards and each of them came sauntering in. "When Regina drops her grip on you; the guards are going to escort you from our kingdom. You will come back at your own risk."

Regina let go of George and the guards roughly dragged each of them from the building. She turned to face the grateful looking Snow and Charming "It's my attempt to mend bridges. I did terrible things and…." She answered looking regretful "It's something I have to comply with, for the sake of my son."


10am

Henry sat on the grass, outside of the little cottage. At first he was mildly excited to be in Neverland, aside from the fact he had been kidnapped by Cora, but it was no long exciting or interesting. He didn't even get to see Neverland, it was just the inside of their cottage, the back garden and the front from the windows. Cora had enchanted the house so he couldn't leave, although she left the house everyday at 10.30am for exactly 4 hours and then returned. She never said where she was going, ever. He picked a small blue flower from the grass and sighed whist twisting it in his fingers "This is nothing like the story." He stood up from the grass a shook off the dust he had collected on him from the flowers and the grass.

Approaching Cora had never been a problem before. Despite her plan on killing both his moms and probably his grandparents, she had never even done as little as yell at him before. She was always calm and pleasant around him, well except that one time he had asked where she was going and he could swear she was going to do something terrible using magic, but she stopped herself and gave him a – if looks could kill – stare and left. When she came back it was as though nothing had happened.

Henry walked into the kitchen, where Cora was gathering a few things for her daily journey. "Uhm, Cora?" He began, captiously as he walked into the kitchen.

"Technically I'm your Grandmother, but go on?" she answered, not bothering to turn and face him.

He desperately wanted yell 'you're not worthy to be anything to me' but decided against it, now wasn't the time to make things worse. "I was wondering if I could sit by the ocean." He asked, walking over to the window at the front of the cottage to peer at the ocean, beyond the invisible dome that kept him prisoner from the rest of Neverland.

Cora stopped what she was doing to ponder over what Henry had asked, maybe she should let him out for a bit, he was leading Emma and Regina to their deaths, so why not. "I'm leaving soon, so I can't watch you. So," she waved her hand at henry until he glowed a soft shade of blue "this is like a tracker, it will allow to cross back and forth from the dome until 1pm exactly. If you're not back in the cottage before the allotted time, the magic will begin to continue squeezing each of your breaths from you until you black out, it will then lead me to where you are. It won't kill you. It'll just be very painful and you will remain that way until I return and I will not be pleasant."

Henry froze expectedly, obviously frightened. But bravely he nodded wildly and ran for the ocean before she changed her mind, and tried to push the sense of danger that was following him. Before he left he turned back to Cora to ask her a final question before they both went their separate ways. "Does this mean I can sit by the ocean everyday between 10.30am and 1pm?" he asked almost eagerly.

"If you follow the rules." And with that Cora vanished in thin air.

The blue glow faded, but he knew it was still very much held over him. He focussed on the good side of it and ran to the ocean, filled with pirates and mermaids. He didn't bother running away. Cora would find him and the blue glow's intentions weren't thrilling. He ran into the forest beside the cottage and for once he could forget the trouble of everything that was happening….he was in Neverland.

Henry was stopped abruptly in his tracks as a small blur entered his vision. Focussing on the blur, he noticed it was a little fairy, dressed in green, with blonde hair tied up in a bun. "Oh my god." Henry exclaimed "Are you Tinkerbell, the Tinkerbell?"

The little fairy straightened her posture, feeling less threatened and more flattered then she had when she first came across him. "Yes," she answered "Who are you, a new lost boy, perhaps?" she asked, buzzing around him.

"No," he frowned, but perked up just as fast "but how cool would that be. I'm Henry."

Tinkerbell smiled sweetly at his enthusiasm and fluttered her wings over to his outstretched hand and landed softly upon it "Then where did you come from?"

Henry sat on the ground, cross legged, feeling saddened by the answer "my mom's, mom kidnapped me so she could lure my parents to Neverland and….well it's obvious."

Tinkerbell replicated his acting and sat on his hand. "I could get Peter to help you, he can get of your mum's, mum. He's brilliant with the pirates, Captain Hook was always a tough one and nobody could defeat him except Peter Pan."

Henry looked back up a Tinkerbell from the ground "Yeah, until he met my mom." He joked and made himself smile at the memory.

Tinkerbell flashed a bright smile and sparked up her wings again. She hovered infront of Henrys face before pulling the collar of his jumper "Come on, Henry. I'll take you to Peter."

"No, no, no, no, no, you can't I have a spell on me I can't move to far away or I'm as good as dead." He huffed.

Tinkerbell stopped and let go of Henry, looking torn. She already felt relatively close to the boy, she didn't want to leave him alone. "Okay. If you're safe enough for now then I'll go meet Peter and we'll think of a way to free you." She fluttered closer to Henry and kissed him sweetly on the cheek and hurried away as quick as she'd arrived.

Henry took the opportunity to rush back to the ocean incase Cora had realised he had strayed. "I just met Tinkerbell." He grinned.


11am

Emma finally woke up. She felt fairly well rested, which was unusual. It took her a moment to realise that Killian was no longer there. Clearly, unlike her, he was an early riser. Emma got out of the bed and initially made for the mirror. Still wearing yesterdays clothes, looking pretty well rested but her hair was wildly all over the place. She tried to smooth it out, unable to find a hairbrush, but threw her hands up in frustration "oh, who cares"

She walked out on to the deck, felling less sea sick and wobbly from the day before. She couldn't see Killian at first until he called out to her.

"Ah, Swan. I see you have decided to torment me with your presence." He called over, smirking.

Emma rolled her eyes and made for the edge of the ship to look over at the ocean "My sides are splitting, Hook." She yelled back sarcastically.

He met her at the edge and pulled her back softly "You don't really want to be falling over the edge, Love. As handy as that would be for me."

"Why would that be handy for you?" she demanded

"Well, after I help you get Henry back, I can't guarantee that you'll let me go freely. Will you?"

Emma look a little throw by the question. He had been right. She was expect to take him back and lock him up after this was all done. Everyone must have thought the same, except Emma. She would've happily let him go free if he hadn't brought that up. What was she thinking? She looked back up from the ground to see Killian's face inches from hers. She felt the urge the push him back but the deep blue pools that were his eyes were almost entrancing. She snapped back into reality and placed both hands on his chest, pushing further space between them "You're invading my person space, Hook." She complained and stepped a few steps away from him, but before she could get to far away, she found herself being pulled back and crushed against him.

"Is that really true though, darling." Killian laughed in amusement as she tried to struggle out of his tight grasp.

"I'm pretty sure we've played this scene out before" she stated, frustrated. Emma gripped her nails into his shirt, pulling him the only direction she could, Forward. "Let go of me right now, Hook."

That earned her another patronising laugh. He tucked a strand of hair from her face with his free hand, holding her against him with his other arm. "Or what, Princess?"

Emma shoved him back and to her surprise he let go "Don't call me princess." She insisted, stepping backward from Killian again and closer to the edge.

Killian smirked but his amusement was cut short when the ship was hit by a rather large wave, brought on an increasing storm. Once he regained his balance he turned back to Emma to return a witty retort but she had completely disappeared. "Oh please no." he groaned as he hurried to the edge. He couldn't be more right, Emma was fighting to keep above the thrashing waves of the storm below. "Dammit Swan."

Authors note: Sorry, left it on a cliff hanger. I am hoping to have more scenes involving Tinkerbell and Henry and including Peter Pan. I'll see where it goes. Also I'll eventually put in where Cora disappears to everyday, I'm not leaving that bit out, don't worry. The Snow and Regina scenes seem to be affective, so I'll keep there story separate until I hopefully manage to merge them. Let me know what you think?