"Woah!" Hook suddenly awoke with a jolt. Emma still sitting opposite him. She looked tired her eyes slightly red and bloodshot. He noticed it was still day, but it seemed like early day. Had he slept all night? "Been watching me sleep, love?"

"Well, someone had to keep an eye out for the portal," she retorted back.

"How long has it been?"

"I don't know, well over ten hours," he could hear the exhaustion and frustration in her voice,

"I don't think this portal is reopening any time soon, love,"

"I think I've already worked that out. So what's going to happen now?"

"We get breakfast and work something out,"

"I don't have any money on me,"

"Neither do I but there are other ways than to pay,"

"I am not stealing food,"

"I was thinking more about using my wondrous charm and wits."

Emma was far too exhausted, her inhibitions low and her will to argue and fight just evaporated so she went along with Hook's stupid plan, whatever it was. In her hazy tired mindset she couldn't help but bring to her attention how strange it was that she, The Savior was working alongside her arch nemesis, Hook. Those hours sitting awake, forcing herself awake, had given her a chance to think it all through.

"Like what you see Swan?" he queried; she turned her head to look at him only to notice he had changed his appearance, her eyes widened as she saw the form he had taken. He was Aaron, the guy he had pretended to be back at the bar.

"Piss off," she murmured not enjoying this little joke he was playing.

"Oh come on. You and I both know you like this look. Though of course it is no match to the devilishly handsome one that is my natural look. I wonder, Swan, if I had never shown myself how would that night had have ended? Would you have taken me back to yours? Would I have gotten to see what lies underneath those clothes?"

"You will never see what is underneath my clothes,"

"Really?" he posed. His eyebrow raised. Before Emma's eyes he changed once more to take upon the form of someone she was all too familiar with. Herself. "I could see what is underneath any time I like,"

"Don't you dare," she warned him, she gave him a rough shove, "Change back,"

"Why would I want to do that? You feel so nice Savior,"

"I will hurt you!"

"You'll really just be hurting yourself,"

"Change back Hook!" She shouted at him and as just about to force him when she noticed someone, without hesitation she pushed Hook into the nearest shop and hissed, "Hide." Before turning herself invisible, just as Killian Jones walked out of the supermarket opposite.

She waited until he was out of sight before she made herself visible again just as Hook opened the door to the shop she had pushed him into, "What was that for?" he demanded, he was now back looking like himself, which Emma was grateful for.

"Your past self, I thought two versions of myself might be tricky to explain," she snapped back.

"Ah," he nodded with a scratch behind his ear. "Let's get on with the plan now shall we? You'll need some new clothes"

"Excuse me?"

"We need breakfast yes? And a place to stay as we work out how to get back,"

"Yes,"

"I know the perfect place, but it requires you to alter slightly."

"Excuse me?"

Emma stood before Hook her hands on her hips; looking thoroughly un-amused but she was far too tired and hungry to try and think of another, better, plan. She was now wearing a long blue dress with a make-shift baby bump shoved up it. "So I'm your pregnant wife now?"

"I know it's as if all your dreams have come true," he smirked.

"Right, and tell me where you got these clothes?"

"Just off a washing-line,"

"You stole them!"

"Calm down wifey," he smirked. "Let us go get ourselves a room in the local B&B, and let me do all the talking love,"

"When this is all over Hook, I swear I will bring an end to you," she hissed at him with clenched teeth, "We are only working as a team right now, when we are back in our time you are my enemy once more, a villain,"

"I look forward to returning to our usual dalliance love," he retorted bitterly as he strode down the street with a "pregnant" Emma behind him.

"Now act like you are happily married," he stated as he put his arm around Emma as they reached the B&B by the name of Granny's. Well, it was a B&B/diner the two saddled up against the other. But they were walking through the B&B entrance opposed to the diner.

"Why?" she asked. "And get rid of the hook,"

"It's a part of me,"

"Shape-shift yourself a hand,"

"Not if I am looking like myself,"

"Why not?"

"The lack of my mind reminds me who I am, and why I am who I am,"

"Just take off the hook,"

"Fine," he snapped as he unfastened the hook and placed it in his coat pocket.

"And get your arm off of me," she ordered as she pushed open the door to Granny's and walked away from his embrace. As soon as she entered the threshold Emma placed a hand on her fake bump and hobbled over to the desk where a elderly woman stood. "Hello," called out Emma. It was a couple of seconds before an old woman hurried from what Emma assumed was the door joinging with the diner, came hurrying over to the check in desk. Emma smiled kindly "Please tell me you have a room,"

"Hello," greeted the woman "And yes we do,"

"Wonderful," smiled Emma. "You wouldn't believe the day my husband and I are having. We had to walk all the way here; the airport lost our luggage,"

"Then the taxi..." Hook let out an angry huff, "You would have thought people would be more courteous, considering," he stood at Emma's side his eyes flickering down to her bump and placing his hand atop hers. He looked up at her with his blue eyes and Emma met his gaze and was brought into it. Slightly fell for the fondness there before reminding herself this was all a hoax.

Hook brought his head forward and placed a kiss upon Emma's forehead. "I've been trying to keep her calm; stress doesn't do the baby any good. But anyway as I was saying. The taxi driver, he, well, he was a fake. Stole everything we had then left us stranded in the middle of nowhere. Luckily we found this quaint town."

"You have had an ordeal," nodded Granny though Emma could see how she looked at them sceptically.

"Indeed we have, lass," agreed Hook, bringing Granny's attention back to him. Emma noticed how she looked him up and down, "I know it isn't conventional or fair to you, but would you mind giving us lodgings for a day or two, until we can formerly sort everything out. I promise we'll pay you back in kind once we have money. I'd greatly appreciate it,"

"We even offer our services," Emma added on. "Well to the best of our ability,"

"Okay, okay," she nodded. "Your names?"

"Emma Swan and Killian," Emma quickly cut herself off short, as Granny looked up at the mention of the name Killian. Shit swore Emma I forgot that you already existed knowing full well that Hook could read her thoughts. "Sorry, Emma and Killian Swan," she corrected knowing there was no way she could retract the Killian,"

"Technically it's David Killian Swan, but I prefer Killian," he smiled covering up the mistake in order to ensure there was nothing suspicious about them. "But I can promise you, we will pay you for your kindness,"

"Do you need me to contact the local sheriff?"

"We've already called the police," Emma answered, "They have a few leads they were on the case before we called them, it's happened to others too."

"Hopefully it'll be sorted out soon, we don;t get a lot of visitors through here, the money would be nice. But of course until then" she said. "Here's your key," handing it to Hook,

"Thank you, love," he said a wink and Emma swore she saw the old woman blush. Hook's hand found the small of Emma's back and began to lead her away to their room.

Once they entered their room Emma pushed Hook roughly, sending him crashing onto the bed. "This is a use of your super-strength I can get onboard with love,"

"What was the point of me being pregnant?" she demanded. "Why did we need this whole charade?"

"Makes our story more believable. Do you really think we would have gotten free accommodation if were just our usual selves?"

Emma made a non-committal noise in response,

"Anyway, Mrs Swan, how about we consummate this marriage," he winked as he patted the space on the bed next to him.

"You can consummate it by yourself. You've still got one working hand. I'm going to go and get some breakfast, after all I'm eating for two now," she snapped before leaving the room they had only just entered.

OOC: I would like to apologise as to how long it has taken me to update, the muse has just not been there and even now it still isn't. Just know I haven't abandoned this fic nor any of my others. Just my muse is playing up big time.