A/N - As always these characters belong to Adam and Eddy. I just like to play with them in my sandbox. I do not have a Beta, any mistakes I may have missed are all mine. This was a fun chapter to write. Hope you love it.

Chapter 4

Hook POV

"Milady" Hook teased winking at Snow as he helped her out of the rowboat they brought to shore. She took his hand smiling and rolling her eyes at his small way of trying to get under the her husbands skin. She was too perceptive for her own good. While he was helping Snow out of the boat Emma climbed over the edge and splashed through the shallow water to shore. Regina used her magic to move herself from the boat to the shore in a puff of smoke. He supposed that the Queen could have managed that in the first place rather than have them row her extra weight in the boat. He took the rope and anchored the boat to a near by tree, so it would be there when they returned to it after their search.

Taking control the Prince ignored his teasing and finished what he had been saying moments before "—so we will met back here before night fall, if you arrive before the rest of us just wait for us." If you run into trouble start a fire so that we will be able to see the smoke from the shore and will be able to find you. "Everyone ready?"

A round of agreement went around the group and they set out in pairs, one group in each direction.

"I have never seen the Lost Ones on this island before" Hook commented to Emma's back as she strode further into the forest. He could see in the line of her back her determination to find her son or some clue of him. "Easy lass, you don't want to wear yourself out, you won't last the day."

"I'm fine Hook," she said over her shoulder with a reassuring smile at him. He had reservations after his nightmare from last night, in searching this island alone with her. But if she were going to be in danger, he would be there to protect her. Not her mom, dad, the Queen or Rumpelstiltskin, just him. "What is bugging you today anyway?" Emma inquired.

Besides the deal with the devil he had made last night or the shock of electricity he felt when she touched his hand, he thought mockingly. "I'm fine Swan." He repeated her words back at her.

"Okay don't tell me then, I don't need you to, you are something of an open book." Emma divulged repeating words he had said to her on their first adventure together. Her words brought back memories of bandaging her hand, working together to take down the giant, talking, being quite the team, and her betrayal, he winced in memory of the last bit.

That had hurt, the hours he spent talking with the giant, Anton, before he let him go had been spent talking about her. Anton had given him the bean he wore around his neck so that he would have a reminder of his adventure with her. Anton had said he no longer needed it, because he realized not all humans were monsters. Hook was just thankful that he never knew he had a part in kidnapping the giant and bringing him to Storybrooke. That would probably ruin any chance at a friendship they had built.

Shaking his head to bring himself back to the present he realized he hadn't answered Emma and she was stopped and staring at him with one of his smirks mimicked on her lips. She was getting good at that, he realized with a little bit of pride. "Do I need to pester you with questions like you did on the beanstalk Hook, or are you going to tell me?"

"There is nothing to tell, love."

"Okay," she paused chewing on her bottom lip in thought. "I will guess then, it will make the time go by faster as we walk." He groaned in mock protest and started after her retreating form.

"Lets see" he hears float back to him on the gentle breeze with her sent. "You feel guilty for taking off with the only bean we had back in Storybrooke." She glanced back at him to make sure he was still there and listening. "But you see Hook, if you had stayed and we put the fail safe into a portal, we wouldn't have had a bean to follow after Henry and we probably would have destroyed some other land. How would that have been any different than letting Storybrooke be destroyed?" She said like she had put a lot of thought into the issue. It left him speechless, that she could sense that he had guilt about that and was trying to make him feel better about it. Granted it wasn't what was bothering him now, but it had been on his mind more than once over the month and a half they had been in Neverland.

They continued in a comfortable silence for a while before he heard her say anything else. "Hmmm, so that isn't what is bothering you today…" she turned and started walking backwards on the straight path in front of us. She studied his face openly. "How about," she paused again putting her finger to her lips "I've got it, you feel guilty for putting me in the same room as my parents to sleep... You should, I may be all grown up but their 'interactions' make me a little uncomfortable when I walk in on them." She chided her eyes sparkling with laughter.

"Och, darling if you don't like those sleeping arrangements, you are more than welcome to share my bed." He assured her; only half jokingly while he approached her now still form and placed a strand of her hair over her shoulder grazing her bare shoulder with his fingers in the process. The laughter died in her eyes and was replaced with what he thought was desire, before he seen her wall go back up to shut him out.

"Lets just focus on finding some clues of Henry." Emma hastened to say turning back around on the path.

A couple hours later he heard a breaking of a twig near by. He reached out his hook and looped it into a loop in her trousers pulling her back to him while holding his hand over her mouth to keep her silent. Walking them backwards into the darkness of the forest, still holding on to her. He gestured for her to crouch down next to him behind the cover of a bush. They both watched the path they just vacated in silence, breath held in their lungs. Her eyes wide in fear of what they would see. A tick later Hook watched as a deer ran down the path. The breath left their mouths indistinguishable from one another. He breathed in again and let out a sigh then looked at Emma, realizing how close they were to each other. He could feel the heat of her body radiating towards him. His eyes drifted to her mouth, she licked her lips while his gaze took in her now shining lips. He felt himself lean slightly into her, willing her to meet him half way. She leaned forward and slanted her lips onto his with a small gasp. He felt the electricity between them, as soon as their lips met, her magic circled in the air around them spreading it's warmth to him, drawing him closer. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. He drew her body flush against his holding her tight, like he would wake up and she would be nothing more than a dream.

The next thing he felt was her hand coming between them pushing him away. He broke off the kiss in a daze, staring at her in question, his breath coming hard. But she was turning from him and moving towards the path.

She was running from him, he thought.

Then he heard what she had heard, voices. It was a group of voices, a few of them familiar ones.

"Mulan, slow down!" he heard Aurora call out. "Mulan! Wait for us," he heard a male voice call out shortly after Aurora.

"I heard something and it came from this direction." He listened to Mulan say in her all business tone. He groaned, the last time he seen that pair he had given Aurora's heart back to Mulan. He had thought to never see either one of them again. Mulan emerged from the way they had been heading and abruptly stopped when she spotted Emma.

Emma froze in her spot, staring at Mulan in shock. "What are you doing here?" she asked in wonder.

"Emma? Hook?" Mulan questioned in surprise, Philip came around the bend in the path stopping short and drawing his sword. He approached them cautiously, his sword in his hand, but still near his side.

"Mulan?" He asked looking to Mulan for an answer.

"Philip, this is Emma the woman we told you about, and you might remember the 'blacksmith' that came to our camp before we left on our journey, this is Hook" she finished in distaste gesturing at Hook. Aurora came up short behind the other two with a man following close behind her.

"Mulan, why did you take off like th—" Aurora trailed off looking from Emma to him.

"Neal!" Emma gulped in complete shock. "You are alive!"

Hook's gaze flew between the two as they ran for each other, both smiling and talking at the same time. He had clearly been forgotten. He averted his gaze from the two of them, running his finger absently over his lip remembering the kiss he had just shared with the woman currently in another man's arms.

Right, he mused, it wasn't anything more than a kiss, the magic he felt was just his imagination. He had no right to be feeling this tightness in his chest. He shouldn't feel like striding over to Neal and taking Emma from his arms. She was a woman, not a possession, if he wasn't what she wanted he would not force himself on her.

"Well, I hate to break up this reunion but darkness is going to be falling soon, and we need to make it back to the beach before nightfall." Hook broke in. Emma looked at him for the first time since leaving his arms and quickly looked away.

"You can come with us" Emma offered to the group, "we have plenty of room for you all."

"Right, the more the merrier" Hook agreed sarcastically turning on his heel and leading the way back to the beach. He carried a pace that prevented talking if the group wanted to keep up. He just needed to get back to his ship and his rum.

A/N - Yeah, so I'll just leave this here...