A/N: I was inspired to write the other day because I'm really missing seeing Hook on the show, and then I realized I didn't write him in for the last chapter. What was I thinking?! To make up for it, here's lots of Killian. Also, I didn't plan this initially, but something mentioned in a previous chapter comes up again and make a key play. I was actually very proud when I thought of it- hope you like it!

David and Killian had made it halfway across the kingdom in a day. They trudged hard, never stopping. By nightfall, they were both exhausted, but neither wanted to admit it. Both of them wanted to get home as soon as possible. They came to a clearing with a lake and stopped to fill up their canteens. David leaned down to splash some water on his face, while Killian dunked his whole head in and shook off the excess water, splashing David in the process.

"Killian, calm down," David said calmly yet firmly.

"I'm not resting until I get home to Emma," he said. He meant to only lean back, but he ended up collapsing backward. David reached into his pack and handed him some food. At first, Killian waved it off, but David insisted. He took it begrudgingly and ate in silence.

"I'm going to have to insist we rest here for the night. We're no good to them if we wear ourselves out and then are too weak to handle whatever we come across later," David explained. Killian nodded in agreement. They both slowly gathered some firewood for the night and David lit it. As they sat in silence, Killian was clearly not himself. He just stared focused into the fire, jaw clenched, not saying a word. David thought about Hook and Emma, how much they had changed each other, how much they reminded him of himself and Snow. David was already worried about his daughter, but Killian was torturing himself inside for not being there for him. David tried to think of himself in his position.
"Would you rather be an ogre or a troll?" David asked with a smile. Killian shook himself out of his daze and looked at David in confusion.

"What?"

"What would you rather be? An ogre or a troll?"

"You're a bloody loon, mate," Killian said, once again staring in the fire. David sat next to him and gave him a playful shove. "What are you on about," Killian asked in annoyance.

"Just trying to attempt some father-son bonding," David said with a smile. Killian looked at him and shook his head, a small smile creeping out.

"You're trying to take my mind off of worrying about Emma," Killian corrected.

"Well, both," David said with a shrug. Killian nodded and gave him a shove back.

"Troll," Killian said. "They're smarter and they smell less." They went on to talk about their own conquests with both trolls and ogres. As they talked, David thought back to over a year ago. If someone told him that his son-in-law would be Captain Hook, he would have punched them. But he had great respect for Killian- he was a friend. The two of them decided it was time to rest, so they decided to take turns being on watch. David insisted on taking the first watch. Killian laid down and took his hook off. His last thoughts were of Emma- wishing he could be there to protect her.

"You have to save Emma," Neal said. "She's pregnant. Snow wouldn't have it any other way."

"But neither would my Mom. She'd tell you to save Mary-Margaret," Henry said. Gold began to pace the floor. "Please, Grandpa, do something!" Gold winced at Henry calling him Grandpa. He was still unsure about his relationship with Henry, but he didn't want to disappoint him. A boy shouldn't make this kind of decision.

"We're running out of time," Neal said. "We have to somehow put a protection spell on both of them so they can wake up."

"And how do you propose we do that?" Gold asked.

"I DON'T KNOW! If Charming and Killian were here, they'd think of something! I'm just a guy from New York," Neal said. Gold scoffed.

"Hook. If he were here he'd..." Gold then realized- there could be something. Gold snapped his fingers and Milah's ring appeared in his hand.

"What's that?"

"It's Milah's ring- your mother's. She exchanged it with Hook as a promise of their love," Gold said. "He wears a matching one."

"Oh right. I like to forget he was her. What does this have to do with anything?" Neal said, getting impatient.

"Hook had a connection to this ring, but he has a stronger connection now to Emma. There's still a drop left of the protection spell in the bottle. If I put some on the ring and enchant it, Hook might be able to help her wake up- or at least help her fight," Gold said, quickly retrieving the bottle and placing the last drop on the ring then placing it on Emma's finger.

"How would that even work?" Neal asked. Gold quickly muttered a spell over the ring and Emma seemed to calm down slightly.

"Wherever he is, let's just hope he's asleep," Gold said. He pulled the ring up to his lips with it still on Emma's hand . "Hook- find her."

Killian found himself on a highway. There was a dark fog rolling across the asphalt. He'd been in thick fog on his ship, but this was almost impossible to see through. He searched for his satchel, but it was gone.

"Hook," a slow groan murmured from all around him.

"Who's there?" Killian yelled into the fog.

"Find her," the voice became more prominent. He knew that voice anywhere.

"Crocodile?" He started to run through the fog. In the distance, he heard another voice- female. It was screaming, it was in pain. "Emma?" He started running faster towards the screaming. "EMMA!" The fog started to clear and he could see her. She was on the ground, Regina was zapping her with electric bolts she was sending towards her. "Emma!" Regina looked up to see Killian down the road, using every bit of his strength to race towards Emma.

"NO!" Regina yelled. She waved her hand and the road broke in half, creating a gap between them. Killian stumbled backwards to keep from falling in. As he fell on the ground, he used his hands to brace himself. It was then he noticed- his hands. He didn't have his hook.

"This is a dream," Killian said. "This isn't real."

"Oh, it's real enough," Regina said, sending a fireball towards him. He felt the heat of it coming towards him, burning his arm as it grazed him. He looked down at his arm and had an idea- he waved his other hand over his arm. It healed. Killian smiled to himself. "What's so amusing, pirate?"

"If this isn't real, then this should be fun," Killian said, growing confident. Emma started to regain her senses once Regina's focus was diverted elsewhere. Her vision was somewhat fuzzy, but she could make out a dark-haired form across from a large break that had formed in the road. She pushed herself off the ground into a sitting position and rubbed her eyes.

"Killian?" Emma said weakly.

"I'm coming, Emma!" Killian said, dodging another fireball. Emma's eyes widened as Killian pressed his hands together and shot a stream of water with the force of a fire hose at Regina, sending her backwards. Killian then took a running start and flew over the gap and landed next to her with ease.

"What...what was..." Emma started to ask, but Killian pulled her into his arms and kissed her quickly before anything else happened.

"Emma, it's all a dream. I'm here, but I'm in your dream. You need to fight, you need to wake up," Killian said, urging her to get up.

"I don't understand," Emma said before the two of them were blasted back.

"I don't know how you got here, Hook, but don't think you can save her in here. It's my curse, I call the shots," Regina said, reaching up and forming a spike in her hand and sent it straight for him. He put his arm up to deflect and a sword formed in his hand, knocking the spike away with his cutlass. He and Emma exchanged looks and stood their ground. A sword formed in Emma's hand and the two stood in readiness for the next attack. Hook extended his left hand and his hook appeared in his grasp. Emma looked at him in confusion, finally noticing he had a second hand.

"What can I say? I like it for battles," Killian said with a wink. Regina flew fire at them with both hands, to which Emma extended her hand and a thick glass wall formed in front of them, deflecting the fire. Regina screamed in frustration at it, shattering the glass. Regina smiled a cruel smile as she raised her hands and the shards of glass flew off the asphalt and were pointed straight at them. Emma and Killian held onto each other and they were gone in a puff of white smoke and reappeared behind Regina. Killian took his opportunity and stabbed Regina in the back with his hook. Regina turned in shock as she realized what happened and disappeared in a cloud of purple smoke, leaving the hook to fall to the ground.

Regina awoke panting in her mausoleum. She had them, she almost had them. She tensed as she felt a pain in her back. She reached behind her and then looked at her hand- blood. She reached behind her again and healed the wound from the hook and got up to change her clothes. Damn that pirate- how was he able to penetrate into her dream curse? Gold...