Going with 2 here. Takes place in Neverland, after Neal is saved from the Echo Caves.

Emma can't sleep in Neverland. The Lost Boys crying mixed with the anxiety of finding her son is enough to make her lay awake, with her eyes on the stars above her. For the first couple of nights, she does this alone. Then, they save Neal and he's beside her, just as awake. He spent 200 years on this island and she knows he feels just as lost as her. They have their parents just a few feet away, sleeping soundly while Regina and Tinkerbell are on guard.

"I want to save them," Emma whispers.

"You can't. They feel indebted to Pan."

"That doesn't feel right."

Neal shrugs, his eyes not leaving the sky above them. "It's the way it is."

She wants to argue. She wants to say there has to be a way. God, she's starting to sound like her mother. Maybe that's not such a bad thing after all.

"You should get some sleep," Neal says.

"I can't. I can hear them."

"We're going to save him, Emma."

She didn't have to say his name, but he knows. Her hand slips through his and she turns to look at his face. There's scruff from the journey to the Enchanted Forest, then being locked in Pan's cage. She realizes she's never known him without facial hair and wonders what he'd look like without it.

"You can sleep," Emma tells him. "I'll be fine alone."

"I can't either." He turns to look at her. "It's not just the tears. I learned to tune them out years ago, but it's Henry."

"I know," she whispers.

"I know we're gonna find him, but I know what it's like to be alone on this island. The fear, the anxiety…I never wanted that for him."

Emma's fingers move from within his, to trace his jawline.

"He's not gonna end up like you, like me," she whispers. "He has three parents that are going to fight like hell for him. We're gonna get him out of here."

Neal lets out a shaky breath. They both suck at being vulnerable, but somehow they always find a way to be around each other.

"I'm not leaving this island without Henry and you." Emma pauses. "And not without Pan's head on a stick."

Neal finally smiles. "Many have tried."

"He's never had to deal with the savior before."

She lets out a yawn and he pulls her closer to him. He kisses her temple.

"Get some sleep," he repeats.

It doesn't take long for Emma to oblige.