Three days later, the crew of the Jolly Roger heard a now familiar musical voice call out from the water. The group made their way to the top deck where Ariel was awaiting their arrival. Emma was the first to speak, after the pirate captain greeted his mother.

"Have you seen him? Have you seen Henry?"

"Yes, and he will keep watch over Pan and what he is planning. But that's not why I'm here, Emma. I have spoken with the fairy who will be teaching you about magic. She will be stoping by today to begin your training," the mermaid asserted.

"Ummm...Mother...what makes you so certain that a fairy is the best choice of instructor? Fairies are...well...unreliable at best," Killian asked uncertainly.

"For the simple reason, my son, that she did a fairly good job watching over you when you first came to Neverland,"

The pirate gave the mermaid a confused look, before his eyes widened in shock and understanding. "You can't mean...no. Not her. You can't be serious!"

Emma and her parents looked between mother and son, completely lost. It was David who spoke up, concerned for his daughter's well-being. "If Hook's concerned, then I don't know if Emma should be learning magic from this fairy. Who is this fairy anyways?"

"See for yourself," the mermaid replied, waving her delicate hand in the direction of a fast approaching ball of light.

Closer and closer the light came, until it settled on top of the bannister leading up to the helm. There was a bright flash, and then, "ME!" the light shouted. Only, the light was no longer a light. Instead, a petite blonde dressed in green stood balanced on the bannister, one arm up in the air and the other on her hip, looking very pleased with herself as she struck her pose.

"Hello, Tinkerbell!" the mermaid greeted cheerfully.

"Hiya Ariel!" the fairy exclaimed in delight. The curly haired blonde hopped down from her perch and made her way towards Emma and Killian, both of whom had identical expressions of concern on their faces. "You!" she shouted, pointing her index finger at Killian who began to back away slowly, "You, mister pirate captain, are in serious trouble! You never told me you were back in Neverland! That's the second time I've found out you came back here from your mother! Now how does that make me look as your one and only fairy godmother? Hmmm?"

Killian looked from Tinkerbell to his mother, a wary look in his eyes. Ariel, who had been hiding a smile behind her hands, rescued her son from further embarrassment. "I named Tink your godmother just after I arrived in Neverland. Tinkerbell is an expert at traveling between realms, and she seemed the ideal candidate for someone to watch over you when I could not. Granted, her watchful eye would have been more useful if you didn't insist on jumping from realm to realm on this enchanted boat of yours—"

"It's a ship!" cried Emma and Killian simultaneously, looking quite scandalized at the mermaid's mislabeling.

Tinkerbell, who had been frowning at the pirate, suddenly turned her attention to the saviour. The fairy's eyes brightened and she flung her arms around the other woman. "Oh you must be Emma! Ariel's told me all about you! Oh this is so exciting! We are going to become such good friends! I can just feel it!" the fairy gushed enthusiastically, to Emma's surprise and mild discomfort.

"Is she always this...excitable?" the saviour muttered out of the corner of her mouth to the pirate.

"Worse, lass. Much worse," he replied, paling slightly.

"I heard that!" the fairy said in a sing-song voice, still latched onto Emma like the barnacles on the Roger's hull. She finally released the saviour, stepping back slightly but keeping her hands on her arms.

"Now, let me take a look at you..." the fairy inspected Emma closely for a brief moment, "Yes, you'll do wonderfully. This is going to be so much fun!" the fairy giggled, bouncing on the balls of her feet. "Come on! Come on! Come on!" she squealed pulling Emma away from the others into the center of the Roger's top deck, "We have to start with your first lesson now and—"

"TINK!" the pirate bellowed, and the fairy snapped her head in his direction. Killian continued at a lower volume, but his voice maintained the previous intensity, "Go a bit slower, will you? Emma's got magic and even she can't understand you when you go off like that!"

The fairy pouted, sulking at the reprimand. "Fine," she huffed. Tink turned back to Emma and began again at a much slower and less excited pace, "The first thing you need to know about magic is that it runs off of emotions: if you are angry, your spell will be angry; if you are happy, your spell will reflect your joy, and so on. But in Neverland, magic runs through your belief in it—wishing magic if you prefer. Now, it is believed that Neverland's magic runs this way due to its higher population of fairies compared to other realms; one of the most common forms of Fay Magic is the magic of wish granting." Tink began to pace in front of Emma while the others settled themselves off to the side to watch.

"So, the most important lesson I can teach you about Neverland's magic is that there are no rules: anything is possible in Neverland. If you wish it, and you believe it, you can make it happen. Got that?" the fairy asked the blonde.

"I think so. Wish it, want it, do it."

The fairy sighed. "Not quite. Almost but...you don't really believe it. Not yet anyway. Look...let's try this instead. You're going to learn how to fly today," at Emma's dubious expression, Tinkerbell continued, "The only people on this island who know how to fly are the fairies and Pan. You are at a distinct disadvantage when you are on the ground fighting someone fifty feet above you. So, we have to put you on Pan's level. Right? Good! Alright, let's see...Killian!" Tink bounced over the the pirate, and tugged him by his shirt sleeve over to Emma.

"So! Here's how this will work. Killian, you are going to duel Emma. And Emma you are going to try to fly away from his attacks." Tink beamed, clearly pleased with herself for coming up with this teaching method.

"Okay," Emma said slowly, "How?"

The fairy gave an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of her nose. She looked up again, and spoke with the patience of a parent explaining a simple subject to a child. "You have to believe that you can fly. Think of something wonderful, something that makes you completely happy. And use that thought to believe that you can do it. Alright?"

"We'll go slowly at first, love." Killian encouraged.

Emma looked doubtful, but drew her sword. The pirate, who had drawn his own sword, began to circle her, looking for a good opening shot. When his first attack came, she wasn't at all prepared. Emma promptly forgot all about her magic and focused solely on trying to block his attacks.

"You're trying too hard!" she heard the fairy yell from the sidelines, "Stop thinking about the fight and start thinking about your magic! Don't think about how to block his attacks, think about how to stop them from happening in the first place!"

Well, that is completely unhelpful, Emma thought sourly muttering a curse under her breath as the pirate's sword clanged against hers again. Okay, think Emma, think! To stop his attacks I have to stop...his sword? Killian sidestepped, sending another attack her way. Emma broke her train of thought to block it. Urg! Could this be any more annoying? I'm already getting my ass kicked by him! Stupid handsome pirate, with his fancy graceful footsteps! He looks like he's floating on air when he fights...does he always float like that? Or is it only on his ship?...FOCUS EMMA! Another dodge and a parried attack. This would be so much easier if I was as light as a feather! Wait!

The blonde clamped her eyes shut and concentrated on her thoughts. For several minutes she felt nothing, but at Mary Margaret's gasp of surprise, she snapped her eyes open. But instead of facing the group on the Roger's deck, Emma was floating several feet above them.

"Emma, you're doing it!" came the proud voice of her father. Ariel beamed at the blonde while Tinkerbell looked impressed. But it was the pirate's reaction that Emma sought.

Killian gazed up at her in awe for a moment before crowing proudly, "Blimey, Emma! Brilliant! Absolutely bloody brilliant!" Emma grinned and gave him a mock salute, which he returned with a smirk.

"Now that you know how to get up there," Killian purred mischievously, "Let's put this new talent to use, with a rematch of our previous duel."

Emma flushed, recalling their fight at Lake Nostros. "Say your prayers, Jones!" The saviour challenged, tilting her head slightly to swoop down to engage the pirate again. Although still vastly inexperienced compared to the pirate she was fighting, Emma's new talent gave her an advantage. The blonde flew in circles around Killian, making him second guess where she was going to strike next. He still managed to fend off each of her attacks but, unlike at Lake Nostros, he had to work at it.

Killian was so focused on the task at hand that he failed to notice the raised floorboard before he stumbled, knocking him backwards towards the deck. Emma, who noticed his rapid descent, flew to catch him but lost track of her thoughts sending them both crashing to the floor. The blonde landed with an "Omph" on top of the pirate, her hands splayed on his chest to break her fall.

The stunned pirate gazed up at the blonde. Both were breathing heavily; whether this was from exertion from their fight and fall or their close proximity neither knew. They were both so wrapped up in each other that they failed to notice Tinkerbell's mischievous grin and the wave of magic that sent the floorboard back to it's original position.

"I stand corrected, Swan," Killian breathed huskily, "There are several enjoyable activities that I prefer to do with a woman on top of me..."

Emma blushed but leaned in closer—

"Ahem!" David cleared his throat loudly and the spell between the saviour and the pirate was broken. They scrambled off of each other, each sporting sheepish grins, while David frowned at them. Ariel and Mary Margaret tried to hide their amusement, while Tinkerbell looked sulky.

"So...that went well," Emma declared nervously.

"Yes. You've done very well for your first time at it!" Mary Margaret praised.

"But now we really do need to work on your swordsmanship, lass. You can't go around swinging that thing like a club," Killian noted cheekily.

"Well forgive me for not having been raised with a weapon in my hand from day one!" Emma countered.

"Shall we try it again then? I bet I can disarm you in less than ten minutes," the pirate stated. His tone was cocky, but his eyes betrayed his jest.

Catching on, Emma replied, "You're on, Killian Jones!" And with that, their duel began anew. This one more playful than the last. Emma flew upwards out of the pirate's reach, before swooping down and tapping him on the head. Killian countered by climbing the mast to get a better height advantage. The two took the duel throughout the Jolly Roger's main deck and up the mast, into the mainsails.

Far bellow them, Emma's parents and Killian's mother looked upon their respective children fondly as they fought.

"I'm thinking a spring wedding," Tinkerbell stated seriously.

David spun around to look at the fairy in horror. Ariel looked thoughtful, while Snow shook her head, smiling. "If you saw them when we first met Killian, you'd have sworn they had been married for years. Especially before the beanstalk..."

"Beanstalk? What beanstalk? Snow we never talked about this!" came David's nervous reply.

"Oh hush, David! Let them have some fun." Mary Margaret placated her husband. But once he turned to look back up at his daughter and the pirate, the princess gave Ariel a knowing look, and the two smiled secretively to themselves.


Author's Note: So here is chapter 7! I hope you all enjoyed this. I had a lot of fun writing this chapter. As always, please review! Up next, we have an appearance by Rumple!