A/N: OMG, that episode... anyway, another chapter sweeties. Aren't you the lucky bunch? I'm so sorry I took so long to update, I think this was my longest gap ever darlings, I had no internet, but it has returned. Yay! :D Sorry there is quite a bit of Henry's POV, I needed to catch up. Right now he is a day behind Hook and Emma, so by the end of this chapter, both sides of the story should be at the same time, hopefully. But never fear my lovelies, the Captain Swan scene in this chapter definitely makes up for it, well, at least I think so. ;) ~ Auream Lucem

The double doors burst inward, as Henry pressed his weight into them. Grace entered the hospital following closely behind him. On the way, they had decided that, for Ruby, they would visit Belle first, then hunt for Captain Hook. Henry still leading the way, marched courageously up the Receptionist.

Ever since Henry had discovered that there were residents in Storybrooke, that came from elsewhere, places other than the Enchanted forest, it had reignited his spark of intrigue, for discovering what the people of Storybrooke's other identities were. Though he did know a great deal of people, and the town was quite small, there were still many people walking round town, that Henry did not know. He had no idea who they were, let alone who they used to be. The Receptionist was one such of these people.

He used to make it a job, to find out who someone he met was, in the other land. Lately however, he had been distracted with all the dramas that had been happening. Mary-Margret and Emma getting lost in the Enchanted Forest, thinking Archie was dead, thinking Regina killed Archie and now this whole 'everyone forgetting' thing; which had, like its predecessors, taken priority over his everyday thoughts. Henry greeted the Receptionist with a smile, she smiled back, her blue eyes shining kindly.

"How can I help you?"

"We're looking for Belle."

"To visit her, she's a friend of ours." Grace added helpfully. The Receptionist looked them over with a sad knowing smile.

"Room 408, East Wing." She said pointing down the hall. "You're quite lucky today, she's calm enough that they're allowing visitors. But she is still very unpredictable, so don't be surprised if your asked to leave." Henry and Grace both nodded solemnly in understanding. The Receptionist seemed satisfied by their response. "Good, have a lovely afternoon."

They began their walk down to the East Wing. The hall was quite empty besides the occasional nurse, that breezed through, clipboard in hand. Grace shivered and Henry glanced back at her. She looked slightly haunted, her eyes drew upwards to meet his.

"I don't like hospitals, they give me the creeps."

"Me neither." Henry said reaching for her hand, she let him take it and he gave it a reassuring squeeze. He felt her relax slightly and her lovely smile returned. Henry's mind resurfaced the memories, from the last time he had been in the hospital. He had been stuck in the sleeping curse and Emma had woke him up, breaking the curse placed on the town as well, in once full swoop. He had been so lost and alone, but to wake up to his Mom saying she loved him, becoming the saviour he always knew her to be, had probably made it his favorite day to date. Henry was quite lost in his thoughts and he was thankful Grace stopped walking, their connected hands bringing him to a stop, or he would have walked straight past the door. Room 408.

The door was closed, but not properly shut, the lock was not in place and noise permeated through the space, reaching his and Grace's ears. There were multiple voices, but he couldn't make out exactly what they were saying. There was a small window situated a little high up on the door. Henry stood on his tiptoes and attempted to see who was inside.

He first thought it might be a nurse and that's why he didn't just walk into the room. Henry was worried that he might interrupt them and then be not allowed to see Belle. Through the small window, he spied a man talking to Belle and the man, was not clothed in the normal scrubs the nurses wore. He didn't recognise the man, but he could only see part of his face. He seemed to be having a heated discussion with Belle. Henry was going to call for a nurse, when he noticed something pass over Belle's face. The blatant look of confusion, that he now associated with someone attempting to remember something, that this new spell, or whatever it was, had altered. Henry's mind sparked with ideas, trying to work out what that meant. His final conclusion was that, this man knew something and Henry was determined to find out what. He looked at Grace, she was watching him intently and seemed to pick up on his train of thought.

"Here we go." She whispered, excitement gleaming in her eyes. Henry pushed the door open silently and entered the room. He performed this act successfully quietly, for he did not draw the man's attention, or Belle's for that matter. Grace shuffled in behind him, the sound of her movement matched his implied acceptable level of noise.

"-told me the other day!"

"And I'm telling you I don't remember."

"How can you forget telling me, about a man holding a ball of fire in his hand?!"

"I don't know what your- Oh, hello?" Belle said looking past the man at Henry.

"Hi." Henry ventured, unsure whether she remembered him or not. The man just stepped back in shock at being overheard, mixed with subtle traces of anger from the heated discussion, he ran his hand over his face.

"Do I- Did I know you?" Henry felt his heart sink, he looked at Grace and she gave him a reassuring smile, he hadn't really expected her to remember him, but it still hurt.

"Yeah, I'm Henry and this is Grace," He said nodding to her. "We were kind of friends with you, Ruby suggested we should see you, on our way to see the outsider." The man who was now sitting in a chair, staring at the ground, looked up at this and cut off Belle, before she could reply.

"Outsider?" Henry looked at him, one side of his face was cut up pretty bad and he wondered what had happened to cause it.

"Yeah, I only heard bits in pieces, but I think someone new came to Storybrooke and they were in an accident or something... I not really sure what. But you know someone new in Storybrooke, can't be good." The man just gave him a puzzled look, Henry went to explain it but bit back his words; conscious of the fact the Belle, obviously no longer knew anything about magic, or the history of the inhabitants of Storybrooke.

"Outsider is a strange choice of word, for a visitor to your town." Henry was going to reply when Grace spoke up.

"Your town?" The man looked away. "You're him aren't you?" This time it was Belle who interrupted.

"That's what he said to me, before he started going on about balls of fire. What's that about anyway? Were you trying to pull a joke on me cause I can't remember? None of this is funny! I-" Belle's voice had been rapidly rising in pitch and speed, and likely would have continued if she didn't have to choke back a sob. Henry took this as an opportunity to calm her.

"Belle, it's okay." He said reaching for her hand, a tear fell down her face. "It's okay."

"Why does everyone keep calling me Belle?" She whispered to him, staring at nothing.

"Because that's your name." He whispered back.

"Henry." He turned to look at Grace, she was looking out the door. "A Nurse is coming." Henry looked back at Belle.

"I think we might have to go now, I hope you feel better." Belle looked up at him, but seemed not to hear what he had said.

"Why don't I remember anything?" She asked tears streaming silently down her cheeks. It was a good question, everyone in the town's memories had been altered, but Belle seemed just like David's had been, when he had woken up from the coma. He wondered what made Belle so special as to forget everything. Henry was sure there was some link, he just wasn't seeing it, and maybe figuring out what why Belle remembered nothing, would help him figure out what had happened to everyone else.

"I don't know, but I'm going to find out." Henry promised and it was the last thing he said before a nurse whisked them all out of Belle's room. Henry had almost forgotten about the man, he had been silent after Belle's outburst.

"Who are you?" Grace asked suddenly. The man looked at them.

"Greg." He answered with a thinking look, as if he was unsure if he should say more.

"Why did you come to Storybrooke?" Henry asked.

"Short answer: I was touring the eastern sea board, Long answer: ... well, that's a really long story." He said scratching his head. He wore a slightly surprised expression, as though he was partially shocked he was still there talking to them.

"What did you mean when you said you saw a man with a ball of fire in his hand?" Henry persisted.

"It was nothing." Greg said and made to walk off, but Grace stepped in front of him blocking his way.

"It's okay. You can tell us, you can trust us." Greg turned back to Henry.

"But you're just children." Henry knew he didn't mean it in spite, but it still upset him, for another adult not to trust him, even if he was just a stranger. Henry noticed that Greg looked unsure of what he was saying. He obviously didn't know everything, but neither did Grace or himself, and Henry had a feeling, that if they worked together, it would beneficial for all of them.

"Just because we're children, doesn't mean you can't trust us. We-we know about magic." Something that looked like feverish hope sparked in his eyes, but then, just as suddenly died back a little.

"What do you mean magic?" Greg asked in a hesitant tone.

"HENRY!" Regina's voice boomed around a corner and she swiftly appeared, smiling widely. "There you are. The Receptionist told me you were visiting Belle. But you should have told me, I got a little worried when you didn't come home. Whose this?" Regina said seeming to just notice Greg.

"I'm Greg." He said introducing himself and shaking her hand. "I'm here visiting your lovely town, but I had car crash on the way entering."

"Yes, I heard about that. I'm Regina Mills, and what passes for the Mayor around here."

"Well lucky me, I seem to be meeting all the important people of this town. First the Sheriff, now the Mayor. Well, the first one wasn't exactly an accident, she had to take my statement." Regina gave him a confused look. Here we go, thought Henry.

"I'm afraid you must be mistaken, we don't have a Sheriff. We are in between electing one. It must have been David, our deputy." Greg glanced at Henry with a confounded look. Henry mouthed to him 'I'll explain later'. Regina looked at him and he quickly smiled. It was not a fake smile however, Greg remembered Emma. Someone other than him knew of his mother's existence! Henry felt like he was floating.

"Oh, well it must have been the pain killers, strong stuff..." Greg said trailing off.

"Yes, well, me and Henry better be off." She said reaching for Henry's hand.

"Mom, can I see Greg tomorrow?" Henry asked Regina. She sighed.

"I think that's a nice idea, but I don't like the thought of you strolling the hospital by yourself. I could come with you?" She suggested. Grace who had been silently observing, stepped forward.

"He's not alone, I'm with him and I could go again with him tomorrow..." She was blushing, but Henry couldn't figure out why. "My Papa doesn't mind." She hastily added. Regina looked slightly shocked, she obviously hadn't noticed that Grace had been standing there.

"Well I suppose that would be okay, but you must come home now Henry, it's a school night. You really should be getting home too Grace, we can drop you off if you like?" Grace nodded happily.

"Well, I'm going to head back to my room now." Greg stated.

"See you tomorrow." Henry chirped, practically bouncing up and down in anticipation.

"Bye." He said walking off. Henry turned to Grace and finally was able to match the vibrancy of her smile. Greg knew of Emma, this was a much better lead than Captain Hook. Although he would still like to know what happened to the Captain, it could wait until after he found out what Greg knew. Henry was full of hope and excitement, finally things had started to look up. He was thankful to Grace for suggesting the hospital, otherwise he might never have met Greg. Henry now knew two thing for sure, he wasn't the only one who remembered Emma, and he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight.

After the tenth read through, the letter still read the same. Emma stood staring at it as if it had contained some hidden explanation. She only looked up when she heard Hook call.

"Emma! Are you alright?" He sounded desperate, worried. But whatever she was thinking evaporated, the moment he entered the room. Drops of water were slowly sliding down his shirtless form. He wore nothing, save a dark brown towel wrapped around his waist and his partially put on prosthetic apparatus. The towel was slightly low hanging, in a way that made it hard for her to fight the blush, that threatened to creep up her cheeks. His body was sculpted with hard but smooth muscle. She noticed faint scars decorating parts of his body, telling tales of adventures past. His curling chest hair, made him look slightly roguish and it called to her, to run her hands through it. The scruff on his face was undeniably sexy, his beautifully handsome blue eyes stared straight at her, he had such long lashes. His ink black hair was dishevelled in its soaked state. A tendril of it fell near his eyes, which he brushed away with a swift strong movement. "I heard you scream lass."

Had she screamed? She wasn't sure. The more she thought back on it, the more the memory of a scream escaping her lips, when she had read the letter, seemed to surface. Lips. She stared at his, they were rosy, full and slightly parted. Her mind reminded her of the feeling of them being pressed on hers. Some part of her brain realised Killian was waiting for an explanation, but all she could manage was. "Oh."

She was drowning in the sight of him and felt herself taking a small step forward. He glanced at her lips and back up to her eyes. Emma was in pain, she needed to touch him, to run her hands through his wet hair. Killian was just a few feet from her, and a magnetic pull towards him was nearly seducing her to close the distance. She wanted him, God she wanted him badly. She took another small step forward, when the dark emotion surfaced swimming in his eyes. She knew it wasn't directed at her, but it was enough to bring her out of her trance like state. She stepped back.

Killian? What had she been thinking? Hook! Hook, hook, hook, hook, hook, she mentally shouted. He was a pirate. He didn't like her, he would just use her, and hurt her, and leave her, and hurt her some more. He was only staying because she was his best option. He was beautiful, she could accept that much, but that didn't mean she liked him. She hadn't been thinking and that was the problem. She had been single too long, she tried to reason, she had just momentarily lost control of herself. Another accursed opinion made itself known, there was losing control and then there was that. She had nearly jumped him, just because he wasn't properly clothed. Pull yourself together, she ordered. Emma knew she had denied anything she felt towards Hook, but she had no idea to the extent of her inhibitions, or how easy it was for them to dissipate.

What was wrong with her? Why did he make it so easy for her to lose control, to forget he was a pirate and anything else stopping them from being together... - being together? What the hell was going on in her mind, in the places where the thoughts dwelled that she choose to ignore? If she was going to get control of herself, she was going to have to sort through them, which the prospect of did not seem at all appealing.

Hook was an ubiquitous thought in her mind and as much as she tried, she couldn't banish all traces of him. Instead she decided to try a different approach. Hook would always be Hook, and nothing would ever change that. All he cared about was his revenge, all he ever would care about was his revenge. Nothing could save him, not even if she wanted something to. Not even if a tiny part of herself, wanted it to be her to save him. He would never let go of his revenge and even if he got close to, or did complete it, she knew without a doubt that he wouldn't make it out alive. She could see that he hated himself, and as much as it scared her, she knew that even if he survived, he wouldn't want to. He was going kill himself, to complete his revenge for Milah, and he would die for her, one way or another. Because he obviously loved Milah, only Milah and only ever Milah. He couldn't love her, so she wouldn't let herself fall for him.

"Emma? Are you even listening?" Emma was dragged out of her thoughts by Hook's irritated voice, he was looking at her slightly angrily.

"No." Emma said stepping back, somehow he had made his way closer to her. He seemed to notice too and stepped back himself.

"I said the water works fine princess. I'm finished now, so you might want to clean yourself up. The bathing room is upstairs." He was still speaking angrily as though she had annoyed him, but how she wasn't sure. Well he's Captain Hook, she reminded herself simply, he doesn't need a reason to be mad, he's not a nice person; but even her thoughts didn't sound certain. She wouldn't let herself dwell on it however, she brushed past him in a huff, well, as fast as she could on her walking stick, and made her way up the stairs. Walking up the stairs was slightly more painful than walking on flat ground, but she didn't let it deter her and continued briskly upwards.

The day seemed to take forever and speed forward at the same time. Henry had rushed through breakfast. He had practically bounced on his seat all the way to school, and then all the way through school. Mary-Margret had smiled at him happily during class, taking his mood change as a sign that whatever was troubling was over. That was not the case though, he was still greatly troubled by his dilemma, but it was the fact that the feeling of hopelessness was gone, that had changed his mood. He was making progress into fixing whatever had occurred and that was enough to keep his spirits high. Along with Grace there to support him, he felt almost normal.

When school was over, Grace and him sped towards the hospital, not bothering to stop at Granny's for cocoa. It was Friday night, so Henry and Grace had an added half hour that they were allowed out for and they weren't planning to waste it. This time Grace took the lead and talked to the Receptionist.

"We'd like to visit Greg." The Receptionist looked mildly surprised, but didn't comment. She looked something up on her computer.

"He'll probably be in the recreation room, check the map." She said pointing to the map on the wall. "It can be a little tricky to find." Grace nodded and walked over to the map.

"Thanks." Henry said to the Receptionist.

"Anytime." She said smiling. Henry walked over and stood next to Grace.

"Found it?" He asked not seeing it, in the mess of rooms and symbols, that was the map.

"There." She said pointing. "It's on the West Wing."

"Let's go." Henry said excited and they both ran across the Reception area, to start heading down the West side of the hospital.

"No running!" The Receptionist shouted, but with a kind tone. Henry and Grace slowed their pace to a fast walk. They raced down the hall, closing in on their destination with smiles spread across their faces.

A/N 2: So they are both on the same day now, I hope it lasts. :)

Oh, and just because Henry thinks something, doesn't mean its right, he's only 10 and he might make mistakes. That's just something to bear in mind.

One of Greg's motivations is desperation, that's why he is kind of willing to confide in/trust Henry and Grace. There is a reason he is like that darlings, and I promise to go into that.

I might show your Killian's POV for the scene in this chapter, in the next chapter darlings, maybe.

Oh, I'm pretty sure the next chapter (if not the one after) has the scene I told you about a couple of chapters ago sweeties. It's going to be awesome. :D

Sorry for any and all errors, you know me, I couldn't wait. :P

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~ Auream Lucem