On and On

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This one is based off of 2 prompts because they would not leave me alone!

1) Hook and Emma share a heart to heart where she comforts him (kiss of your choice at the end)

2) Hook watches Peter Pan for the first time.

I know it's pretty much customary to do a "Hook watches Peter Pan" Hopefully I've put a new spin on things.

Disclaimer - Not mine. Never will be sadly.

Considering the entire town of Storybrooke consisted solely of fairytale characters, very few of them had ever watched their namesake on film. Granted the town had been cursed to remain in a frozen loop for 28 years meaning that deliveries of DVDs and cable TV were limited at best, but overall the town remained blissfully ignorant of their cultural impact.

That was until Henry decided to organize a "Town Movie" night at Granny's. With Ruby and Snow's help he had managed to track down and purchase almost every Disney and fairytale film out there, organize a projector to play it on and invited the entire town to watch.

This was how Captain Hook came to find himself perched on a flimsy white chair in an overcrowded diner. He had been hearing word all around town of a gathering, but having received no invitation he assumed it was heroes only - until found Emma on the deck of the Jolly Roger leaning against the rail watching the sea.

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It hadn't exactly been a long time since he last saw her, but he was beginning to find that any amount of time not in her company was having a detrimental effect on his mood. So when he found her, coat buttoned up, scarf wrapped tightly around her neck and a simple hat pulled over her head, leaning over the side of the Roger, he felt elated.

"You are supposed to ask permission before boarding a man's vessel, Lass. Tis bad form." He hadn't meant to make her jump. Not really. It was still amusing to watch her start and glare at him before her features softened. He was finding that happening more and more since their return from Neverland. Clearly having her son safe at home was enough to break down a wall or two.

"So is sneaking up on someone" he chuckled and made his way over to the rail to lean on it next to her, simply content to stare out at the ocean with her. She slid a folded over white paper sheet towards him, a crudely drawn hook on the front that looked to be done by a child. It smelled vaguely of a flowery perfume and had creases in places that meant it had been stuffed in a pocket.

"Turning your hand to drawing, Swan?"

"It's from Henry" she shot back with a sour and unimpressed look. "He asked me to give that to you"

He opened the paper and inside, in a child's handwriting, was an invitation to the 'First Annual Storybrooke Disney Movie Night". He had heard talk of these 'movie' things but he had never seen one. He folded the invitation in half carefully and slipped it into his coat.

"And he turned you into a messenger?" Her cheeks flushed prettily and she averted her gaze once more to the water. She picked at the loose threading on a glove while she took a deep breath.

"He thought you would be more willing to say 'yes' if I gave it to you" That explained the unusual folding. His Swan had spent a few hours, perhaps days debating whether to give him the invitation. or at the very least, how to phrase it without appearing to ask him to accompany her to the movie night.

"Aye, he was right" It was barely there, but a hint of a relieved smile lit her face before being pushed back down. "Did the lad get you to deliver Bae-Neal's too?" He averted his gaze to the water as well, trying to keep the conversation causal and gauge the lads intention.

"No. Neal, he...we...He went back to New York for a few days. He needed time away from all the fairytale stuff" Her voice held a note of defeat, her whole posture changing with the mere mention of his name. "He'll be back in a few days" she sounded indifferent and he began to wonder if that was worse than her being angry at him. The indifference was telling.

"Did Henry not want to go with him?" Since discovering his father was alive, Henry and Neal had been near inseparable, every time he saw them they looked as though they were having the best of times. He would have thought Henry would have jumped at a chance for a road trip with his father.

"No. Henry, uh...Henry overheard something that he shouldn't have between me and his father. I think he is still angry." Whether she was aware she was opening up to him or not, he couldn't help but wonder what they had discussed that made the boy not want to accompany his father. He felt apprehension well up inside of him. She was finally opening up to him and here he was, going to push her for more information, likely causing her to clam up.

"What did the lad hear?" She looked up, surprised at his protective tone. She studied his face for a few moments before turning around and leaning her back against the rail.

"It doesn't matter. So you'll be there right? I'd hate to have to tell Henry that his favourite pirate said no" He let her not so subtle change in conversation go. He'd get his answers eventually and if there was one thing 300 years taught him it was patience.

"Aye, wouldn't miss it"

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It seemed the entire town had turned up. Even Regina and Gold (Henry no doubt pulling the grandfather card there) were seated amongst the rabble; though admittedly set far enough away so that they were basically isolated at the other end of the diner. Henry stood up and said a few words which received polite applause. The lights were dimmed as he sat down and moving pictures were displayed on the wall, a speaker of sorts playing sound.

He had never seen anything of the like in 300 years. Not even with magic. He watched with a childlike fascination as first "Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs" was shown (the drawfs were particularly vocal about their part) then "Cinderella" followed by "Beauty and the Beast".

The story was entertaining, obviously meant as a child's entertainment and with humiliatingly catchy songs throughout. Whoever this "Disney" man was he had a rather childish imagining of the Enchanted Forrest.

Halfway through some charmingly nauseating number sung by cutlery, his eyes sought out Emma who was beginning to look more and more uncomfortable. She met his eyes almost instantly and offered up a smile and a shrug ("you agreed to this"). His quirk of the eyebrow was rewarded with a slightly brighter smile ("Yes, but this?!")

When the Beast had received his happy ending, and he watched as Belle kissed the Crocodile, he again found Emma looking at him. This time there was a mischievous twinkle in her eye, a cruel smirk on her lips which made him very uncomfortable for all the wrong reasons in public. Her eyes flicked to the screen just as the title to "Peter Pan" played.

He mentally cringed. Given the sickeningly watered down versions the other tales had become he only had bad things to think about a movie named after that demon. Nothing, however could have prepared him for the atrocity that he was enduring.

He knew he was being watched. She was paying more attention him than the film, likely looking for a reaction. Yet any amusement he could glean from that was muted by his portrayal on the screen. This was more insulting than the crocodile's beastly counterpart. As quietly as he could without drawing too much attention to himself, he left the diner.

He didn't wander far, knowing that as closely as he was being watched, Emma was sure to follow him outside. He perched himself on the curb and pulled out a flask of rum. It was less than 3 minutes later that Emma sat down next to him, silently reaching out to take the rum from him.

"This is how your world see's me?" The awful clothing, the bad accent, the idea that an actual crocodile was the cause of his nightmares, the cowardice, the bad form...the hair.

"At least you know what a perm is now" She was attempting humour. He found it fell flat. He took the flask back off of her.

"Aye, an entire lifetime of adventure, heartbreak and revenge distilled down to a cowardly moving picture with bad hair" He took several swigs of the rum, trying in vain to cool the anger and humiliation of the entire town seeing him this way.

"It's just a children's film. No one really takes it seriously" she tried to reason. She had been looking forward to seeing him cringe in embarrassment at how he was portrayed, especially after he asked her if he was handsome in the stories back in Neverland. She never thought that he would take it like this.

"So children in this world get taught that Captain Hook was a cowardly villain, who fought children and kidnapped fairies. You grew up thinking that." His whole posture was defeated, like every bad thing he had ever thought about himself on a dark night had just been confirmed. She was new to this, he was usually the one giving her a pep talk.

"If it makes any difference, I think you are one of the bravest men I know" She snatched the flask out of his hands and took a gulp of the burning liquid, repairing what it had cost her to say that. She didn't want to take it back, on the contrary, he WAS one of the bravest men she knew. Not many men would willingly sail into the place they see as hell, fight a demon child with a frighteningly manipulative personality and bare his heart and soul to free her ex boyfriend.

He looked at her in amazement, as though those were the nicest words she had ever said to him (and to be honest they probably were). She met his eyes with confidence, willing him to believe her and the small smile and nod of his head in thanks confirmed he did. Eventually, when the emotion of the situation caught up with her she ducked her head away and handed him the flask back.

"Hey, at least you have a story" she said nudging his shoulder with hers. "Mine would be a musical cross between Annie and Oliver with charming musical numbers" she said with a small laugh, imagining animated pickpockets singing about finding a place called home.

"But your name is Emma" He said confused and she couldn't help but laugh. She still forgot that he didn't get cursed along with the rest of them; he had no basic for pop culture references.

"I'm sorry your first experience with movies ended like this"

"S'not your fault Lass, Henry's either. The lad meant well" He had observed the boy laugh along with the rest of the diner at all the movies, and each time he did Hook was reminded that he was still only a boy. Despite everything he had been through, he could still laugh. It was promising.

"He did. He just wanted to do something for everyone. I think he was trying to dis-" she cut off as she once more reached for the rum.

"To distract from his father leaving" he finished for her, knowing how that sentence was going to end. He also noted the empty tone when she had started that sentence.

"He'll be back in a few days"

"You sound less than happy about that fact, love. What did the boy overhear?" The question was one he had been dying to ask. He had noted that there was a tension around them whenever they were together, normally with Henry as a buffer. The lad must have surely picked up on that tension. He was a perceptive boy. No doubt one of the reasons he had chosen to stay and overhear the conversation between his parents.

Emma was silent next to him, staring out at the road. She wanted to answer him. Hook had a hidden talent for drawing out answers from her she really didn't want to give. The closer the two of them got, the easier it was for her to open up. Yet while he asked about her day often, he didn't enquire about her relationship with Neal. That seemed to be where he drew the line, choosing instead to be there for her, as a source of strength, not pressing any advantage he had. Yet again, against her better judgement she found herself answering him

"Neal wanted me to leave stop using magic. Told me that I'd end up as evil and twisted as Regina. That if I kept using magic no one would ever love me because I'd been tainted by magic. That I'd deserve to be alone. Henry overheard. Got quite angry and told Neal he wouldn't go to New York with him"

"Smart lad" It was the tone in which Hook said it that drew Emma's eyes to his. They were cold and hard, edged with a violence that she hadn't seen since Neverland. Yet everything else screamed out protectiveness. He clenched and unclenched his fist as he took a deep breath and forced back the emotion in his eyes.

"You're not going to-"

"No. As much as he may deserve it. You deserve someone who would fight for you, Emma. But me challenging Bae to a fight for your honour? What would that accomplish, Love?"

"Might be fun to watch" She said laughing as she lent her head on his shoulder briefly. That small act having a calming effect on him as his whole body practically melted against hers.

"You should head back inside before someone comes looking for you." She made a non-committal noise as she handed back the flask of rum, dusting down her pants as she stood up facing him.

"You're coming back inside right? The movie's probably over by now. We could both use a coffee to warm up."

"Aye, I'll be in in a moment" The relieved smile that graced her face said more than either of them was willing to admit to that night. Something had changed between them. She could feel it. It was something so small and insignificant that she couldn't identify it, yet she knew without a doubt that that change would lead to something good.

She walked passed him, hand pressed against the diner door before scrunching up her nose and turning back around, bending down and planting a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Hook. For tonight" If she had stuck around she would have seen the first rays of hope blossom behind his eyes as his fingers gingerly touched the place where her lips had been. Maybe he would have to repeat this movie thing sometime. Just them. Maybe the boy too.

I think the next one is just pure fluff. Guess i'll have to contribute to fluff month after all

R/R?

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