A/N:

In case that last chapter was a little too angsty, this one is much cuter. It's AU – what if Emma and Henry couldn't leave Storybrooke after Pan's curse? Emma is stuck in the Enchanted Forest until Hook finds a way to get back to Henry.

Disclaimer:

I don't own OUAT. The song is "Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol.

If I Lay Here

If I lay here

If I just lay here

Will you lay with me and

Just forget the world

They had just finished setting up camp. Emma unrolled their sleeping mats as Hook unloaded the horses of their burden. He was just finishing when he stole a look back at her. Her face was drawn in and her shoulders drooped in defeat. She was thinking of her lad.

When Pan's curse was coming towards them, Emma and Henry were supposed to drive off and escape the menacing purple clouds. But at the last moment, the car's engine stalled, so they were trapped in the town. Emma was transported back to the Enchanted Forest with everyone else, and Henry was God-knows-where. She had tried to brush it off and put on a brave face, but everyone saw just how much it was hurting her.

So when Hook found the magic bean field, he alerted Emma at once. She was so excited at the possibility of retrieving her son that she didn't stop to think about who she was making the journey with. True to his word, Hook had backed off, but that didn't mean he had to hide his feelings all the time. But it didn't really matter – Emma was too downcast at the loss of Henry to notice him or Neal.

He walked back to the fire. Emma straightened up in an effort to hide her feelings.

"How much farther is it?" she asked as he sat down.

"About a two-days' ride from here." She nodded impatiently at his words. "Get some sleep, love. I'll take first watch."

"Thanks." She lay down on her mat, facing away from him. Hook turned his head up to the sky, watching carefully for flying monkeys or whatever beasts the witch might send for them.

It must have been an hour since Emma went to sleep, and the air had cooled dramatically. Hook inched closer to the dying fire. They had run out of wood, and he would have gotten more, but that would have meant leaving his Swan alone. He looked over at her and noticed she was shivering under her mat.

He stood, taking off his coat and tried to ignore how the cold air chilled his core. As quietly and as carefully as possible, he draped the coat over Emma's sleeping form. Her shivering stopped.

It must have been an hour since she had fallen asleep. She woke to a freezing cold that permeated her mat and her bones. She was about to scoot closer to the fire when she heard Hook stand up and walk over to her side of the fire. She shut her eyes quickly (for whatever reason, she didn't want him to discover her awake). She felt him lie something on top of her, and as the leather brushed her cheek, she realized he had just given her his coat for warmth. Although the move was a little cliché, she couldn't help being touched by his thoughtfulness.

With the comfort of his coat around her, she dozed off into a peaceful sleep.

She woke again, this time to the sound of soft snoring. Peeking out from under the leather, she saw Hook sleeping against the log. 'Typical,' she thought, 'never trust a pirate to keep watch.' As she sat up, she saw him shiver. He must have been freezing without his coat!

She stood and crossed over to him. She tucked his coat around him as he had done for her, but her touch woke him up.

"Huh…Swan?"

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you," she whispered. He looked down at his coat, now draped across his chest.

"Swan, you don't have to give me back my coat…"

"Come on, you were freezing."

"Eh, the cold doesn't bother me that much." He was about to brush it off when a small shiver ran through his body.

"Yeah, I can see that," Emma smirked. Hook still took the coat off.

"Well, I'm not about to let you be cold."

Emma sighed. "You're going to make this difficult, aren't you? Fine."

She walked back to her side of the fire, grabbed her mat, and returned. She placed the mat next to his own and sat down at his side.

"Swan, what are you doing?"

"Well, if you won't take the coat, and I won't take the coat, I guess we'll just have to share."

With that, she grabbed part of the coat and slipped underneath, nestling herself next to him. He just grinned and wrapped his arm around her as she laid her head on his shoulder.

"Goodnight, Hook."

"Goodnight, Emma."

They had slept through the night, neither of them caring that no one was keeping watch. Emma woke before Hook, and in an attempt to make things less awkward, she started packing up the camp. Hook woke as she was saddling the horses. He decided not to make any jokes or mention last night; he certainly didn't want to frighten her away. They stayed mostly silent during the long day on horseback, both of them too afraid to say anything about their shared moment.

That night, they unpacked again and arranged their mats across from each other without a word. But tonight was even chillier than the last. One look at each other, and they knew sooner or later they would be moving their mats. It might as well be sooner.

Emma dragged her mat over to Hook's side, and like before, he draped his coat over the both of them. She snuggled close to his side, assuring herself it was just for the warmth. But both of them knew it was turning into much more than that.

"Goodnight, Hook."

"Goodnight, Emma."

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