Henry laid in bed, wishing that he could see Violet one last time and tell her how much she meant to him. It had occurred to Henry that his chances of getting out alive were slim. He had spent the last two days, without receiving any water or food or any visitation from Hook. Henry was feeling light-headed, his mouth was dry and he no longer had the energy to sit up. His stomach was loudly growling while he desperately needed to use the restroom. After being kidnapped for a total of three days, he no longer was confident in his family's ability to find him - at least find him alive. The one comfort he had was that he would die protecting good, disobeying Hook's order to stop his plan - whatever it was. The only thing Henry wanted was to see Violet, give her a kiss and tell her that he would find her in the afterlife. He closed his eyes, knowing that his dreams would be his only escape from the situation.

When he opened them, he saw him standing at the door, leaning against it as he took a sip from his flask. Henry looked at him for a second, before closing his eyes. Whatever Hook wanted, Henry knew he wasn't going to like it. There was no point arguing since Henry barely had any energy left in him to do anything.

"Done licking your wounds?" he asked before he took a long pull from his flask. He placed his flask back into his leather coat, then wiped his mouth with the back of his sleeve.

He seemed calmer than usual. Then again, whenever Henry thought Hook was calm, he would quickly become enraged. Henry couldn't deal with an angry Hook.

"I'm not talking to you," Henry whispered, struggling to make the words come out of his mouth.

He glanced over at his captor, expecting his nostrils to flare or his eyes to glare. Yet, Hook just raised an eyebrow while the corners of his mouths rose before turning into a frown.

"No need," Hook said. His voice sounded so soft as if he was himself again. "I need you to write."

Henry turned over to glare at the pirate but instead, he stared wide-eyed while his mouth dropped open. He watched as Hook reached into his leather jacket and pulled out the Author's pen. There was no way that Hook would have been able to get the pen. Henry had destroyed the pen after the Apprentice warned him about how dangerous the pen was. He knew that the temptation to use the pen to change reality would have been there always. The main reason he knew he couldn't possess the pen was that he had such a strong desire to resurrect Neal. He had to choose to do the right thing over trying to save his father.

Still, there was no way that Hook could have gotten the pen. It was broken in half and thrown into the fireplace in the Apprentice's mansion. Wait, unless the magic in the pen was powerful enough to reconstruct itself. If that was true, that didn't explain how Hook was able to find the pen. The pen was made of light magic and it wouldn't have let anything dark find it. Something just didn't add up and Henry needed to know why.

"How did you get this?" he asked.

Hook shrugged his shoulders and replied, "Doesn't matter."

The evilness in Hook was making him into a real jerk. He would have never talked to Henry in such a matter if he wasn't the dark one. He wouldn't have tricked him into drinking alcohol, pressed his adult body against his adolescent one and kidnapped him if he wasn't dark. This newfound darkness couldn't be responsible for creating desire. Rumple wanted to be powerful and brave and Emma wanted to have thicker walls to prevent love from weakening her and determining her choices. Becoming dark only removed their inhibitions, allowing them to express themselves in ways that wished they could but never would have allowed themselves to do before.

What were Hook's hidden desires then? The first thing he did when he became dark was hurt Emma's feelings and threaten to get revenge on her. Then, he went into Henry' room and kidnapped him, holding him captive and scaring him into using the Author's pen. If darkness revealed what was in Hook's heart, then he stopped loving Emma and stopped caring about Henry. What made Hook change his mind? Maybe if Henry could figure that out, he could convince Hook to change his plans and let him go.

As Hook twirled the sacred object in between his fingers as if it was a regular Inkjoy pen, Henry's felt a sickening stomach in his feeling. The phrase, "Villains don't get happy endings," and "Once a villain always a villain" played in his head. Regina used to tell Henry those two phrases when she was afraid she would never feel happy or when the battle with her inner evil queen was becoming too hard. Hook was always the enemy. He just masked his villainous qualities by making the Savior love him. Or perhaps Emma was just a pretty blonde lady that he wooed just for the hell of it. Henry hated the idea that the man his mother loved didn't love her back.

The idea he hated more was the thought of what Hook had done during his extended stay in Neverland. Hook was a very ... well ... at least he seemed like a sexual person and the only female around was Tinkle Bell. The other adults, besides her, was his crew. There also the Lost Boys, Hook could have developed an attraction to them. Henry wasn't trying to shame Hook for any sexual experiences he had with men but it would explain why Henry felt so uncomfortable when he was near. If Hook's inner desires were a gay romance or worse, a relationship with a younger male, then that would explain why Henry was targeted by the dark one. It wasn't just getting revenge against Emma. He was in love with Henry.

Henry gulped as he stared at the smirking pirate. Was that the reason that he wanted Henry to write that Hook was the only dark one that could touch him? Wait, did he touch as in a sexual way? That would explain why Hook wanted him to drink. He was trying to get him drunk to take advantage of him! Henry shuddered when he realized how close the distance between the door and the bed was. It would be easy for Hook to run over and attack him. If Henry wasn't so determined to preserve good, he probably would have just obeyed Hook's command. Doing the right thing was worth whatever Hook had planned for him. Judging by Hook's smirk, he had a lot of plans for the Savior's son.

"Now," Hook began. "I command ye to write?"

"Or what?"

Henry regretted the words that came out of his mouth. He knew that he wouldn't like what Hook had to say next. To his surprise, Hook didn't become angry. He just smirked and tucked the pen back into his jacket. He turned to walk out the door, stopping to say, "You should know better than to test a villain," then walked out, leaving Henry alone to consider what Hook was going to do to retaliate against Henry's defiance.

Henry stood still, staring at the glimmer of the golden wings from the dark-haired girl as she fluttered around his head. Her small frame looked like a toy from a happy meal with a brightly colored purple dress, small matching shoes. She flew up, singing a sweet tune as sparkles fell from her fluttering wings. A speck of glitter landed on his pale cheek, immediately bringing color to his face as the substance made his face tingle. A smile appeared on his face as his gazed upon the twirling fairy. There was something enchanting about her that Henry couldn't put his finger on. Maybe it was her presence, the vibe of sunrise and happiness that she emitted. Or it could have been the attention she was paying to him. She was orbiting around his hair as if he was a planet, her entire world. He had a feeling that she would have done anything for him. In a way, she was his charm, his inner magic, and his personal angel.

All of a sudden, her wings grew dark and her dress became a deep shade of purple. Her skin became pale and the sparkles disappeared from her wings. She began falling, the air gently pushed her down, her body at the mercy of the Captain of gravity. Henry held out his hand, her remains fell into his palm. He stared at her, her bare skin felt cold as the fantastic fairy was no more and dazzling dust took her place. Blood leaked out of her small mouth, running slowly until his hands.

Henry's eyes widened when he realized that when her sparkle touched him, her life was drained as the color came into his face. She gave her life to restore him, revive him and revitalize him. Henry didn't understand why someone so special and beautiful would give up her life to make Henry happy. His brain raced, his mind finally comprehended what she had sung.

"You deserve a happy ending," she sang.

Now as her words echoed in his head, he recognized the fairy's voice. His heart sank as he stared at the body in his hand. A tear rolled down his cheek, dripping onto her and wetting her hair. He would rather die for her. He wished he knew what she was going to do because he would have stopped her.

"I love you," he said.

Henry sat up as his eyes opened, glaring around the empty cabin for the body of the fairy. He exhaled once he realized that he had been dreaming. He wished that he could say that the dream was worse than his current situation but it wasn't. Nightmares were scary when the dream was worse than the dreamer's reality. The best dreams were when the dream was better than the person's life.

The fact that he was spending another day under Hook's captivity made a tear drip down his face. Regina has always told him not to cry, even when he was very young. He remembered when he was around four, he came running into her room with a blanket in his hand after having a nightmare. He could hear the sound of his little feet padding across the wooden floor on the manor while he sobbed loudly. The second he reached the door to his mother's bedroom, Regina had already opened it, looking down at him with a disappointed stare. She was wearing a black robe, underneath it, Henry could see a glimpse of her silky red nightgown. Her hair was pinned back and she had no makeup on.

"Mommy," he remembered crying, hugging his blanket tightly against his chest. "I had a bad dream." He was wearing a red flannel pajama top and bottom with white bunny rabbit slippers. His brown hair was wild all over his small hair.

"Henry," he remembered her saying. Her voice was quiet yet it was harsh. The corner of her lips rising as if she was about to snarl. She lowered herself to her knees, eye level with her young son. "Don't you ever cry."

"But mom-" Henry whined as more tears dripped from his face.

"Do you know what our enemies would do if they see you upset?" she asked.

"En-na-mees?" he remembered asking. He was too young to fathom the idea that people did not like him and people did not like his mother. Plus, everyone in town was under Regina's curse and did exactly what she wanted them to. The idea of people not liking Henry was strange.

"You cannot let them see your emotions," she commanded as she wiped the tears from his face. "They would hurt you if they know you are weak. Promise me you will never cry over a bad dream again. Trust me. There are people who are a lot worse than the monsters in your nightmare."

Four-year-old Henry could not believe that people were more frightening than discolored and oddly shaped creatures with sharp teeth and talons. He didn't know that his mother at the time was the monster that he had encountered. All the horrible things she did had remained unknown to Henry until he was ten. The idea that his own mother was evil pushed him towards finding the mother that was good. Now, at the age of fifteen, Henry was beginning to understand that there was a fine line between a good person and a bad person. Hook, was the perfect example since he only needed a nudge to cross over back to the dark side. Although the fact that he was being held captured by Hook scared him, he going to take the advice that his mother gave him eleven years ago. Henry wiped the tears from his eyes, knowing that any minute that the monster with a claw for a hand and an English accent would come in. The last thing Henry needed was for Hook to see that he was wearing Henry down. It was already enough that he hadn't eaten in three days and was very dehydrated. Yesterday, he only had a few sips of water that dripped down into his cabin when the Jolly Ranger encountered harsh waves. Henry had no energy to do anything but sleep. He closed his eyes, hoping to see Violet in his dreams.

When Henry opened his eyes, his vision was blurry and he could barely concentrate his eyes to identify any objects around his room. There was something standing in front of him. The presence of the object didn't feel threatening. Perhaps, he was dreaming again but he felt as awful as he did when he was awake. Whatever was standing close to him, couldn't have been Hook. The pirate liked to make himself known by engaging in a conversation. It had to be a dream like a lucid dream. Regardless, he wanted his dreams to be about Violet. He closed his eyes, hoping he'll see her in his next dream.

He was awakened by the sound of his door opening. Henry groaned, turning to his side knowing that he was going to have to deal with his captor again. Hook was standing at the door, holding a thermostat with his only hand. His other arm was concealed behind the door as if he was hiding something from Henry. It was probably a meal. Hook was going to try to make a deal with Henry in exchange for food. He should be well aware that Henry was willing to die before he helped the dark one. That's what any of his family members would do.

"Rise and shine mate," Hook said in a voice that was too loud for Henry, especially since he hadn't heard too many sounds in over seventy-two hours. He smiled at Henry in a way that made him seem amused that the Savior's son was on his last leg. "You've been sleeping for quite a while. And I would bet me hand that you're hungry." He held up the black thermostat, something inside of it swooshed. He slowly placed it on the ground near the door. "C'mon and get lad. I know you want it."

"H-hook," Henry said, the words struggling to come out of his dry throat.

"What is it, boy?"

"N-no d-deal."

Hook chuckled and shook his head.

"The tea isn't up for bargaining. I can't have you dying on me."

Henry raised his eyebrows, staring at Hook's face to see if this was some kind of trick. He seemed sincere and Henry needed to put something down his throat. He slowly sat up, his back aching after laying down for so long. He took a deep breath, exhale and set one leg over the edged of the bed, then the other. He couldn't feel his feet touch the ground. He stood up, taking a cautious step toward the door. Hook was grinning as the Henry walked closer to the thermostat on the ground. He reached for the black container, glancing around to see if he could detect any trap. He picked it up, the heat warmed his skin instantly and he could feel his feet again. He took a few steps away from Hook before he opened the lid, inhaled the delicious scent of Eary Grey and took a small sip. The liquid went down with ease. He started drinking more of it quickly as his head was beginning to feel better.

"Easy now," Hook warned.

Henry, for some reason, listened to Hook, and closed the thermostat, setting it beside his bed.

"Feeling better?" he asked.

Henry still felt light-handed, dizzy, hungry and he had been wearing the same clothes for the last few days. He spent the last two days thinking about death and trying to prevent himself from crying. He hadn't heard anything from his family and he was starting to worry why it was taking so long for them to find him. At least, he felt well enough to stand and survive after day. He wasn't going to tell Hook that. He was going to appear as alert and as brave as possible.

"I'm going to take that as a yes," Hook said.

Henry thought about what Hook could have possibly done within the last couple of days. Henry didn't hear him walking around the boat except for the few times he came to talk to Henry. Unless he was lounging around with a flask filled with rum, he must have been in town causing mayhem for the Charmings and the Mills. His encounters with others didn't seem difficult, he appeared energetic, well-rested and well-fed. He even seemed happier than the last time Henry saw him a few days ago. Henry knew he must have thought the phrase, "he's up to something" a hundred times within the last five days but that was the thought that was running through his mind at the moment. Hook was just too giddy to give a starving captive tea. He did something to the tea or he was about to do something to Henry. Or worse, he was about to ask about the pen again.

"W-what do you want?" Henry asked, saying the words in a polite tone. The last thing he needed was to make Hook angry. He was surprised that he was still finding it difficult to talk.

"I want to strike a deal with ya."

Of course. The dark one wanted to make a deal. He knew that Henry wasn't in a place to bargain. The only thing Henry could think about was the tea he just drank. Now, Hook, had him cornered. The tea came with strings and now the Savior's son was at the mercy of devil. He shouldn't have trusted Hook and should have just starved like the martyrs he read about in the books about medieval saints and modern pacifists. Henry felt ashamed that he fell for Hook's trick.

"I thought you said that the tea wasn't about bargaining," Henry pointed out, a tinge of anger was in his voice.

"Aye," acknowledged Hook with his infamous smirk. "I did."

Hook's deception was one level beneath Grandpa Gold and his smirk one step away from giggling as Grampa Gold used to as Rumplestiltskin. At least Emma didn't have any annoying quirks as the dark one. Then again, she was a pretty reserved person anyway. Both Hook and Rumple were pretty outlandish before the darkness consumed them. Regardless of the habits of the dark ones, Hook manipulated Henry and took advantage of his weak state. That was low. Though, not as low as kidnapping him and starving him.

The memory of Henry throwing the hot chocolate in Hook's face played in his mind. This was revenge for when Henry was trying to get away from the newly dark Hook which happened right before Henry was kidnapped. Of course, Hook was going to use a beverage to fool him with. He felt like facepalming himself for not seeing the connection earlier. His mistake was about to cost him. Perhaps, he should apologize. No, Regina probably would urge him not to. He needed to say something before Hook got the last laugh. The only thing that he thought was safe to say was to acknowledge that Hook was once again, proving how evil he was now.

"You lied," Henry finally said. The words can out of his mouth smoothly. Talking was starting to become easier.

"No," Hook responded. "We weren't bargaining for the tea."

"Then, what?"

Henry knew he was about to regret the words that came out of his mouth. Whatever Hook was hiding behind the door, Henry knew he wasn't about to like what he was going to show him. Hook smile wider as he finally revealed what he had been hiding. His hook was around the pale neck of someone that was near to Henry's heart. The pointy part of the hook was inches away from the neck. The mouth of the person was duct-taped and the hands were bound behind the person's back. The person's face was slightly bruised, dried blood around the nose. The eyes were swollen from crying that the once cheery brown eyes were faded. Henry's heart jumped and his stomach sunk. He felt the same feeling that he felt when he lost his dad. He couldn't afford to lose another person he loved.

"Let her go!" Henry commanded.

Hook just chuckled and ran his fingers through her hair, making her squirm. Henry's hands balled into fists as he felt sick just watching how close he held her against him, stroking her hair as if he belonged to her.

"Isn't she cute?" he said in a question like way before pressing his lips against her forehead.

"Don't touch her!" he commanded, taking a step closer.

"Touch her? I'll give her a night of passion."

The thought of his body on top of hers made Henry feel like punching Hook. Henry no longer knew what Emma saw in Hook. The darkness couldn't have corrupted him to the extent that he would force himself on someone he once cared about. He took back all the anger he felt towards Emma after imagining what Hook would do to her if he would do what he was doing the girl he was currently holding against him. Henry would do anything to protect Hook from hurting the women he loved, especially the one he was threatening to hurt.

"Don't!"

"Why, what a lovely face?" Hook said as he turned to her. He bent down to smell her dark hair while gliding his hands down her arm. The girl was shaking, yet kept her eyes locked on Henry. She was pleading with her eyes to help him. "I wonder if you have a lovely -"

"Okay!" Henry yelled. He wasn't going to let Hook do anything to her. She knew she was going to hate that Henry would help evil win just to save her but he loved her. She was worth it. "I'll write for you but I want a deal."

"Of course," Hook said finally releasing her. "You are the grandson of the Crocodile."

"But on my terms," Henry stated. "You don't do anything bad to Violet if I write what you want me to."

"You have a deal."