Sorry for the delay, this chapter took me a while to write. I hope you all know, I appreciate all your guesses and reviews! This will explain exactly what's going on with Emma :)


The night passes by in an uncomfortable silence after he buries his mate in the deep recesses of the forest.

She stares into the blazing fire procured by some wood and stones, the loss and anger tangible, the image of Rob with an arrow in his chest forever seared into her brain. The guilt eats away at her, piece by piece, driving her mad. He lost everyone because of her, because of what he risked for her. She avoids his gaze, the concern and worry seeming unnecessary for she didn't deserve his empathy, not when another mate of his died because of her.

At dawn, they wash up at a river, the magic thrumming in the Island giving her hope, magical waves steaming through her every cell. She could feel it, just out of reach, but she had no idea how to channel it.

She obeys silently when he guides them where to go, unsure of what to say. His fingers brush her elbow as he guides her out of a branch's way and she feels her heart ache, because it shouldn't be like this, they weren't like this. She ruined what they had.

At noon, she feels her weary muscles protest walking and suggests they take a break. She nibbles on some bread brought in their satchel, the only thing she'd been able to keep down, and drinks water from their canteen thirstily. She notices him sipping on his rum, his shoulders slumped as he executes their next move with Billy, their heads bent low over the map.

She tries to figure out what she should say, apologize certainly, but after what he had spit at her on the ship, could she really drop her pride enough to give him the satisfaction?

She remembers his glassy eyes after he had buried Rob and swallows thickly. It was her fault; she must do what she should. She mutters about washing up and strolls towards the river again, admiring the beauty of the foreign plants, wondering which ones would be the most lethal.

Just as she ties her hair back in a braid, she's pulled back around the waist, a dagger held to her throat. She was finally beginning to understand why Neverland was such a dangerous place. "Who are you?" She perks up at the distinctly feminine voice, keeps as still as possible so as not to allow the sharp tip of the dagger to slice her skin.

"Emma Swan, Princess of The Enchanted Forest." "And what brings you to my Island, Princess?" There's no malice in her voice, just an obvious terror and genuine curiosity. Her hold loosens when she hears Hook chuckle gruffly, stepping slowly out from behind the trees.

"Lady Bell, how nice to see you haven't lost your savage ways." The dagger pulls away and Emma breathes in relief, rubbing the tender skin on her neck. "Hook?" She follows the fairy, her eyes taking in the green shimmering cloth and petite body practically running towards the pirate. Her initial giddy excitement of having found Tinker Bell vanishes as the fairy throws her arms around Hook and embraces him fondly. Her heart sinks into her stomach oddly as she catches his gaze across the distance and swallows hard.

She should be infinitely more happier that she finally found Tinker Bell, for whom she searched different realms and cities for, standing right in front of her, but she can only feel a sickening twist in her gut as the fairy cups Hook's cheeks and smiles warmly.


He observes her pull the fairy's attention away from him in a heartbeat, the desperation and passion in her eyes evident as she explains their journey and what she needs.

"The Evil Queen? Of course, that's what she would have everyone call her." "You know her?" Emma asks curiously and he's mildly curious himself; how would she know of the Queen reigning terror in the Enchanted Forest if she's been in Neverland for 300 years?

"I lost my wings long ago, Emma, and she may have been a part of why they were lost. I'm afraid I don't have any magic and I can't help you." Emma steps back, floundering for words, her obvious surprise making him suddenly defensive. "Surely there is a way you can teach her to channel her own magic, Tink. Maybe if you'd help us, we could get your wings back."

The fairy gives him a skeptical look, then sighs, pacing a few steps back and forth. "There…well there are a few spells I know and books I kept, but I can't promise you anything. Magic is tricky and requires many emotions, and always, always comes with a price." Emma nods eagerly, and pulls Tink into a hug. He rolls his eyes at the grin on the fairy's face, her smile genuine and shocked. Of course Emma Swan would know how to win the heart of a fairy in matter of minutes.

Tink leads them to her house among the green forest, a ladder leading up to the shack made of sturdy wood above on a high tree stump. The air becomes chilly as night falls and it makes him anxious, despite Tink's numerous attempts at explaining it was just the Island's inconsistent mood swings and they would be safe up here.

Billy sits in a corner, busy with sharpening his blades, and he turns away, knows that Rob's death is still weighing fresh on his mind. He swallows greedy mouthfuls of rum as he watches Emma and Tink huddled in a corner, scanning books and reciting peculiar series of words.

He hates that he misses his brother more on this dreadful island. Rob's death conjured up every harsh detail, dream shade taking his brother's life like a leech sucking away blood until there was nothing left but a corpse. He really hates this odd tension between him and Emma, is confused because for the first time, he can't easily read her, or understand what he's feeling himself. He hopes they'd be done with all the magic lessons before another catastrophe struck.

"You need to eat," he finally states, nudging the tray of bread, fruits, and jerky towards her. They had all had their share in Tink's tiny hut, berries courtesy of the fairy's foraging skills, but she had simply sipped on water from their canteen. Her green eyes dart to his, her lips pursed. "I can't keep anything down," she snaps and draws her knees up, nibbling on her lower lip.

He'd figure at this point that the nerves and the added stomach bug she kept insisting she had was going to leave her starved and he'd be damned if she starved on this bloody island. He gathers his coat and stands, nodding for Billy to join him. "There's a fruit in Neverland, stargales, it eases every malady." Her cheeks turn a beautiful red when he drapes his coat over her shoulders. "We'll try to find it, keep up with the magic lessons and get some rest." He leaves with Billy, throwing her a last reassuring look, his heart aching to simply pulls her close and kiss her, hold her, take away any and every thought or object causing her distress and pain.


It feels nice to be in the presence of another woman after being surrounded by men on a ship in the middle of the sea for months.

She'd realized soon enough that her jealousy at the comfort between the pirate and the fairy would not help anything, so she shoved it aside, realized slowly that they had nothing but a bond two people create after having lived so long. They cared for each other like her and Ruby cared for each other.

She squeezes every bit of knowledge from Tink, jotting down spells and memorizing different techniques. The only problem was that the kind of magic she had, the one there since birth, was emotionally based, could only be utilized efficiently with practice and regulation. She'd traveled to three different realms only to find out that she could do magic without anyone's help at all, as long as she believed she could, as long as she really wanted it to work.

"I guess there's one good thing about this journey," she sighs and sticks pages torn from Tink's book into her satchel. "I have to agree, I've never seen Captain Hook so smitten." She arches her eyebrows, hopes her cheeks aren't flaming red. "I'd have to disagree."

Tink laughs and shakes her head. "Oh no, Emma, he looks at you like you hang the sun in the sky." She avoids the fairy's eyes, tries to stifle her swirling emotions and decides to just spill them, maybe she'd feel better; she really needed another woman's perspective anyways.

"I made him risk his life, his crew, his ship to save my family and he lost so many people..." Tink reaches out and grabs her hand, squeezing gently. "He wouldn't have agreed if he didn't want to, Emma. I'm telling you, I've never seen him so devoted and entranced, it's a good thing. He may have lost a lot in his life, but you gave him love."

The last word makes her heart race, her mind full of their moments, him making love to her, the way he watches her proudly steer his ship, the way he ensures her safety and health. God, she's so in love with him.

"How far along are you?" Emma breaks from her spell and gives Tink a puzzled look. "What do you mean?" Tink giggles, waving her hands excitedly. "I mean, how long has the baby been on its-" "Oh no!" Emma interrupts and laughs, the thought of a child making her terrified and nervous. "I'm not…"

She thinks back to their night in the tavern's inn, then every time after that. She remembers her moon blood never appearing but shrugging it off as results of being on sea and having rationed food. She vividly remembers throwing up everything in her stomach every morning, fear crawling up her spine as she connects the dots she missed.

"I'm…oh my god." She feels dizzy, the room spinning around her and clutches his coat tighter. "I'm…" "You're pregnant, Emma! I didn't realize you didn't know. Congratulations!" She blinks at Tinker Bell's thrilled smile and feels shock and dread sluggishly pulling her under. "I'm…" Everything in her vision begins to swirl chaotically, her heart furiously beating in her chest, and then the world blacks out.


It's eerily silent.

He smooths the cool, wet cloth across her forehead again, hoping and praying to all the gods of every sea and realm that she open her eyes. He came back from his short trek into the jungle with an aching, heavy heart.

Billy was dead. Died for him, long gone, his last words still echoing in his head as the arrow hit him right in the chest. "Save Emma and be happy."

He tries to breathe through the crushing pain and overwhelming worry, his blue eyes studying her peaceful face, his hook digging a furious hole into the ground. Tink left them, her face solemn and weary, to find some plant or herb for Emma, one that she insisted she needed, but would not specify why. He's too consumed by his grief and concern to care.

They're leaving tonight; there's not a chance in hell that he'll stay here any longer, only watching helplessly as people he cares about are taken from him. How can he be a Captain if he can't save his own crew? If he can't protect her?

Completely lost in thought, he almost misses the flutter of her eyelashes. He bends over her and stokes her cheek softly. "Swan?" Her green eyes flutter open, confused, but alive, and so bloody enchanting. He laughs in relief, a sudden joy filling his veins when she lifts her lips up into a tiny smile.

He presses his forehead against hers and sighs calmly as her hand comes up and tangles in the hair at the nape of his neck. "Don't ever do that again," he whispers and feels her fingers tighten the hold in his hair, her nose rubbing against his. "I'll try not to."

He helps her sit up and places the bowl of stargales in front of her, washed and ripe. They're much like berries, more of a yellow and orange hue covering the round fruit, with streaks of blue and purple. His last memory of Billy was trudging through the forest to find the stargales, his delighted face when he tasted the fruit, before the lot of creatures called shadow knights attacked them. There were too many and he had taken almost all the blows, his loyalty shining though until his very last breath.

He tries to hide his mournful expression and distracts her with food, delaying the inevitable by telling her where Tink had gone, but once she'd finished her meal, her questions more insistent and repetitive, he gives in.

She cries heartbreaking sobs that tear him apart. She won't let him hold her, paces back and forth, fingers angrily pulling at her hair, livid shouts directed towards no one and everyone making his eyes burn, his heart clenching painfully. "You lost everyone because of me!" He feels tears prick his eyes, wants to scream, to tell her it's not her bloody fault, that he's not angry with her, would never blame her. "You were right, Hook. Maybe it's ingrained in me, to be selfish, imposing, and cruel. All royals always are, right? Isn't that what you told me?" She wipes at her tears tiredly, stepping away as he tries to pull her to him. "I ruined your ship, I ruined your crew, I ruined everything."


It's cathartic really, expressing what's been building in her heart since the day they brought Jefferson home, the first time she witnessed the loss of some of his men. His blue eyes blaze furiously and he steps closer.

"You don't know how bloody wrong you are." He's inches from her face and she holds in a sob, holds in the ache to just fall into him, take comfort in his arms. "You brought my best mate home, you lightened up my ship in a way no one ever has, you gave Roland the love of a mother he lost long ago, and you're bringing a child back to his mother!"

He runs a hand roughly through his hair. "All I've done is put you through one perilous situation to the next; you were hurt because of my ship, because of Baelfire, and you deserve better, Emma, you deserve more than a pirate."

She feels heat blooming in her chest, her heart beating frantically as the guilt threatening to drown her subsides and her anger slowly recedes. "B-but, Billy died…Rob died, because of...it's my fault." He closes the distance and cups her wet cheeks, his blue eyes boring into hers, passionate and full of emotions. "None of this is your fault, Swan, and you're still alive, you're still here and I… I can't lose you."

She hangs onto him by the collars of his coat, her head reeling, her eyes burning with tears, her heart clenching in her chest. "I love you, Emma." She lets out a sob, smiling, her heart melting, the overwhelming need for him consuming her. "I love you, too," she manages to breathe out, before he kisses her hot and hard, knocking the breath from her lungs as she clutches him closer by his leather coat.

He parts her lips and she whimpers low in her throat as an aching hunger burns through her, fueled by their fight and his declarations, her mind hazy with her need to be with him. She stumbles as he backs her up against the wall, never leaving her mouth, kissing her so heatedly, she feels it all the way down to her toes.

She breaks away for breath, panting and shoving his coat off his shoulders as he bites and sucks her neck, his stubble scraping deliciously against her skin. He uses his hand and hook to rid her of her pants, laughs into her mouth when she curses at the bloody laces on his breeches.

He picks her up when they're both bare from the bottom, helping her wrap her legs around his waist, tugging her shirt down to reveal her breasts to his greedy mouth. She moans as he sucks on her pebbled nipple, slides his hook down her thigh to lift her higher, aligning her heated core to his aching cock.

"Killian, please," she keens when her slick heat slides against his throbbing length, his lips finding her mouth once more, his tongue moving in an indecent, desperate manner. "Fuck, Swan," he mutters as he slides in smoothly, stretching her out, filling her to the brim. Her fingers tangle into his soft hair, and she locks her ankles around his waist, urging him to move.


She bites his shoulder as he fucks her into the wall, his thumb rubbing her clit in searing circles, a moan leaving his throat when she presses down, taking him deeper. "Bloody hell, love, you're so wet for me."

He traps her wrists up above her head with his hook, her whimpers and moans spiking his need, driving him mad with lust. She arches her back and he pulls a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth across the sensitive skin before soothing it with his tongue.

She's utterly soaked, her walls clenching around him as he moves, falling into her body with such need and grace, she keens and throws her head back. "Fuck, Killian, yes, god, please just…" He swallows her words, nipping at her lower lip to devour her mouth.

He lets go of her hands for balance and groans when she wraps one arm around his neck and slips the other down to where they are joined, taking place of his fingers on her clit as he wraps his arm around her waist to keep her up.

He strokes the cool metal of his hook down her neck to her breast, and soon replaces it with his warm mouth, smirks when she shudders at the sensation. She's so damn alluring and tempting, her siren like cries, her soft skin, leaving nothing but passion and a desire to ravish her in his mind.

He thrusts in roughly when she digs her nails into his shoulders, panting loudly, her fingers slipping over her slick bundle of nerves. He feels his release building, burning along his spine, rolling through his body, her scent intoxicating him.

"Fuck, Emma, I love you. I love your cunt, so wet and warm, gods, you're so bloody good." She moans and tugs his head up to kiss him, sucking and nipping at his lips, desperately seeking his tongue. He pulls away to catch her gaze, sucks in a breath at the fierce desire and emotions he sees in those green depths, his body aching to let go, to make her unravel for him.


She can't catch her breath, he feels so deep, the coil in her belly tightening until all she can think about is reaching that sweet release.

It crosses her mind for a moment that she's pregnant with his child, but then the smooth side of his hook strokes against her slick clit and she's falling. "Killian, oh god," she cries as her orgasm crashes into her, waves of ecstasy pulsing through her, her toes curl at the intense pleasure wracks her body.

He rocks into her frantically, and then slows, cursing into her neck as he spills into her warm and deep. His knees shake so she eases her legs down, still mindless with her pleasure, and follows him as he collapses onto the floor in a panting heap.

She nuzzles his neck, breathing him in, her heart fluttering in her chest, a smile plastered on her lips. "I love you." He chuckles and kisses her hair, his fingers tangling into the long locks. "I love you too, my Swan."

She stares at her flat stomach, the unease slowly turning into something else when he tilts her chin up to meet his blue eyes, warm and happy. "Killian…" she kisses his chin, gathering her courage, and lingers over his parted lips. "I have to tell you something."

He arches an eyebrow, and pulls her lower lip into his mouth, sucking softly. She moans when he scrapes his teeth over it and then uses his tongue to smooth away the sting. She laughs as he gives her cheeky grin, cups his face, preparing to just tell him.

"Hook! Emma!" They both freeze, eyes wide, at the sound of Tinker Bell's voice from down below. "I'm coming up there in five minutes, so would you two please do me a favor and become decent!" They both laugh at her indignant tone and scramble to dress again.

She'd have to tell him later.


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