Good morning all! Here's a little alternate take on what could have happened in 6x11 as Emma looked for another way home. I wrote all but some of the last scene before the midseason premiere on Sunday, and when I didn't get it finished before then, I debated about even posting this, but I decided I wanted to anyway. Hope that someone finds a bit of enjoyment in it! Clearly I don't own them, as I would sometimes have wildly different things happen!
"Into the Unknown with You"
By: TutorGirlml
'No, no, no!' Emma's mind reeled horrifically as she stared at the spot where only moments ago the portal had been whirling, her way home to her son and her pirate wide open. She wanted to scream; it couldn't just be gone, and yet, a second too much hesitation, and the chance was lost. She looked to Regina anxiously, her fists clenching so tight she felt the impressions her nails cut into her palms. It was all she could do not to rail at Regina, this whole twisted world, and her own bad luck.
'What now?!' she wanted to demand, wanted to shake her former nemesis turned tentative friend, but one glimpse at the other woman's stunned, disbelieving face staring across the shoreline at her presumed dead True Love, and Emma knew it would be a lost cause. Having stood beside a grave in grateful stupefaction at her own love's miraculous return to life not so long ago, Emma couldn't find the heart to remind Regina just yet that she had spent the last day preaching that none of their surroundings or those they encountered were real, and hurry her along. She too found herself blinking dazedly at this other – very convincing – version of Robin Hood for a few moments.
Even if her heart was still crying out for her home and her family, for Henry's soft hair tickling her nose when she placed a kiss to the top of his head, and Killian's arms enfolding her, she didn't know where to go in this topsy-turvy version of the homeland she had never gotten to know, and so she had to wait – more impatiently by the minute – until one of these two, either queen or thief, snapped out of their spell and led the way…
As it turned out, Robin Hood was not the sort of outlaw who would truly do harm to two ladies passing through his territory. He wouldn't have even made to steal their jewels and furs once the same trance that had overcome Regina seemed to strike him mute as well, but Regina offered him a pouch of coins that had been strapped to her waist and a ruby ring, pressing it into his calloused palm with a quirked smile and the assurance that "she insisted, she was much more partial to his cause than he knew."
Emma wanted to snort at the ridiculous understatement those words were, and she just barely managed to hold back a roll of her eyes, which she sensed the thief saw but let slide with a conspiratorial wink.
Before she could make an argument for trying to catch up to Gold – or Rumplestiltskin here, she supposed – or ask where they were going to find another bean, it was evening, they were entering a forest in the gathering dark, and soon they had been welcomed to sit around a roaring fire with Robin's motley crew, and even been offered the ale and venison passed around the circle as if they were part of the group.
"Now," the archer began, seated beside Regina, his boy nodding drowsily on his lap. He looked around her to meet Emma's gaze head on. "You must be thinking that I owe you an apology. Clearly you were about to leave this place, and because of me, you missed your ride."
She tried to shrug it off nonchalantly, not wanting to get them kicked out in the cold, or to lay blame on him for something he couldn't have known, but instead, to her own mortification, she felt hot tears stinging in the corners of her eyes. Though her sight grew glassy, Emma refused to let them fall. "So," she tried for flippant, even if it fell horribly flat, "does that mean you know where we could get a replacement bean and want to help us get it?"
"Actually, Princess Emma," Robin winked, knowing mischief in his eye, "I just might."
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The following morning dawned misty and cool, but fair, and Robin greeted Emma at the simmering coals of the previous night's campfire with a welcoming grin, Regina at his side on the stump they used for a seat, looking as soft and at ease as Emma had ever seen her and resting her head on his strong shoulder seemingly still half asleep. She and Regina had talked at length the night before, and at long last Emma had accepted that Henry's adoptive mother wasn't returning with her yet. "I know he isn't the same Robin, that this whole place is built on a whim, but I'm not losing him again," she had whispered vehemently. "There has to be another way to get back…one that he could take as well…if he wanted to…" The emotion welling in Regina's dark eyes had been raw enough that Emma finally consented to go on without further fighting to change her mind, only giving a nod in affirmation when Regina had asked, "You'll explain to Henry? Tell him I mean to return as soon as we can?"
"Ready, your Highness?" the sandy-haired outlaw asked, breaking into Emma's recent memories once more and looking down at her from where he now stood at the ready. "We should make the harbor by noon, if we set out now."
"The harbor?" Emma asked breathlessly, dazed for a moment by what this could mean. Her heartbeat kicked up in both anticipation and dread. Surely he wasn't here too…was he?
"Yes," Robin answered her spoken question with an amiable nod as he kissed the back of Regina's hand in farewell and turned to head off with Emma on his heels. "I happen to know a pirate with whom I sometimes trade my less than lawfully acquired goods. He just might know the sort of thing you need to return home…"
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The sound of gulls crying and wheeling overhead and the creak and groan of the wooden docks as they reached the edge of the shore town and neared the sparkling blue harbor was enough to take Emma's breath away. Robin took a step forward to lead her down the docks, already offering to make introductions, but Emma stopped him with a gentle hand on his arm.
There before them, as recognizable as always, was the Jolly Roger, bobbing proudly at anchor. Though most might be intimidated by the sight, Emma drew in the first full breath she'd had since remembering herself in this strange realm – as if she had gotten her first real glimpse of home at last. He might truly be Captain Hook in this reality, but somehow she still wasn't afraid. He would never truly hurt her – and she only wanted to be at his side again without further delay.
Reassuring Robin that she could take it from there, Emma bid him goodbye. Though he looked uncertain, the archer took her at her word and left her with his best wishes. If she clutched his hand a moment longer and a bit tighter than would be normal and bid him be safe a little too fervently – well, she didn't have to explain herself to anyone here…
At her first step onto the gangplank, a shudder of recognition ran through her, as if the vessel itself was welcoming her back aboard, shivers skittering along her spine. At first glance, the ship seemed deserted, her crew perhaps gathering supplies or unwinding at the nearest tavern, but the air around her shuddered, charged suddenly, letting her know she was not alone. Emma knew even before she heard heavy footfalls on the planks or that deep, commanding voice at her back, asking who went there, that she had not gone undetected by the ship's captain.
Turning, her eyes found him, hungrily drinking in the details of him; changed, but still without doubt the man she loved. The dark hair was windblown and unruly, practically begging for her fingers to delve into its soft abundance and brush the fringe back off his forehead. Though the strands might be shaggier and generously shot through with grey, it made him no less attractive to her starving eyes. In fact, she only wanted to stare at him all the more, to catalogue every difference, trace the deeper crow's feet around his eyes and trace the added lines on his forehead. Those fathomless blue eyes were lined so liberally with the kohl she hadn't seen him use for some time in their modern Storybrooke life that she almost wanted to chuckle at the effect until she registered the way the blue of his gaze also looked paler – as if washed out by too many tears shed alone and without comfort, or dulled by pain held back because he couldn't afford to let it show.
Brandishing his moniker, and that dastardly, flirtatious mask he had long since let drop around her, to full effect, Captain Hook stepped well into her personal space. "And who might you be?" he questioned, breath warm on the shell of her ear as he leaned in, hook lifting the heavy rope of her golden braid and tucking it back over her shoulder. It was an achingly familiar gesture and he stood much too close for calm comfort, sending her pulse fluttering again, and yet no recognition lit his gaze as he studied her; the fond devotion she had come to rely on more than she could say was utterly absent, making her heart ache and crack in her chest.
"Princess Emma of Misthaven," she answered as sturdily as she could, tilting her chin up and meeting his eye with as much confidence as she could muster. "I had hoped to speak to you on a delicate matter of some importance."
"A delicate matter, is it?" he asked, his enunciation and the way his tongue caressed his words seductively had not been altered or diminished in the slightest, whatever else had changed. He stood back to his full height, fingers in his waistband, hips thrust forward and looking every bit as sinfully irresistible as he ever did, complete with that wide-open, chest-exposing red vest she had witnessed once in their trip to the past through Zelena's portal. If she didn't know him as well as she did, she might have been fooled by the bravado, but knowing his heart as only a True Love could, she saw the emptiness behind the lascivious look, the pain within the façade – the proper, honorable lieutenant he had been, hating the persona his course had forced him to adopt. Even as he ran his tongue across his lower lip, letting his eyes trace her curves from head to toe almost lewdly, she could see the regret clouding the pupils and the wistful wanting – as if he could sense what might have been.
Unable to stop herself, Emma reached forward impulsively, grasping both his hook and hand tightly as she spoke, "Yes, very…but just maybe…I was meant to find you. Maybe you're the only one who would believe me."
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Another hour found them below deck in his cabin, seated at the scratched, weathered wooden table which had served him in his lonely meals for ages, Emma's hand still clinging to his hook where it rested on his thigh, but the other reaching up tentatively to trace that faded scar she knew so well beneath his eye. Hook – though more and more her Killian with every passing moment – had scooted closer to her on the roughhewn bench, blinking in awe as she saw hope returning to his face. He appeared both afraid to believe her words, but also desperate for them to be true.
"So you're telling me that all of this around us – this whole life – is an illusion?" he asked haltingly, not daring to move his eyes from her face, as though he thought she might disappear as quickly as she had come to him.
"Well, yeah, basically," she tried to explain. "It's a possibility that didn't actually come true. There's this v-villain in my home, in the real timeline that I come from, who made a wish that reset things, and I was sucked into it. I have a son, family and friends, a-and another version of you…who's my True Love…there missing me. And I have to get back to them."
"There's another me?" he breathed, and where anyone else would have been skeptical, he looked merely stunned, wanting. "And…we're…together?"
"Yeah, we are," she whispered, laying a hand over his rapidly beating heart and drawing comfort from its rhythm. She already felt stronger, more certain, even with this iteration of her pirate. Her watery smile quirked up into a bit of a smirk at one corner, "And don't worry, he's still devilishly handsome."
Her captain's eyes fell to their joined hand and hook in his lap, huffing out a laugh at her words. "More so than I, I'd wager," he murmured.
Emma hummed under her breath, reaching out to run her fingers along a grey streak in his longer hair. "I don't know about that," she offered. "There's something pretty appealing about this model, grey hair and all."
"You flatter me, Milady," he teased, that voice still a sinful purr rumbling from his chest as he lifted her hand to press a kiss to its back. Still, emotion welled up beneath the flirtation, making his magnetic gaze all the harder for her to escape. She was still blinking, nonplussed and floundering for some audible response, when he straightened and pulled her to her feet with him. "Enough lollygagging then! I'll prepare the old girl to set sail. It's time we got you back where you belong!"
For a moment, Emma was stunned anew. This full-on piratical version of her True Love, who didn't really even know her, had no reason to do anything she said, had not only chosen to believe her story, but was going out of his way to help her – just as he had ever since he turned his ship around to take her to Neverland. The lump in her throat was almost too much to speak around, but Emma managed to croak out, "You really would give anything to help me, wouldn't you?" even as she shook her head in disbelief.
"Aye," he affirmed, looking a bit like he was marveling at that fact himself. "I am not sure I fully understand, nor can I explain it to you, but I sense I would – that I am almost compelled – to help you in any world or time you would appear to me."
"Thank you," was all she could really say in response, her watery smile up at him nearly blinding.
"Come then," he offered her his arm, his speech all business again, even while the pointed tips of his ear flushed, clearly uncomfortable with the gratitude and praise. "Above deck, and we'll be off. I do know someone who deals in nigh impossible to procure objects."
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Standing beside him at the helm a few minutes later, wind in her hair and the salt spray on her face, it struck Emma that though she was desperate to get home, to make sure her son, her family, and her Killian were alright, she didn't want to simply abandon this pirate captain beside her. She didn't know what would happen to him, if he would find something to live for, something to be part of, or if she was dooming him to his quiet desperation…even if he might simply vanish into nothingness with the rest of this ill-fated wish. She didn't know what happened next, to be completely honest. Laying a hand on his forearm, she gazed up into his face, swallowing hard. "I don't know what becomes of you, or this realm, when I leave here and go home," she admitted. "I'm not sure if you all just go on like it never happened, if you cease to exist, if you wander here aimless forever…I just…"
Covering her hand with his, he guides the ship with merely his hook capably on the wheel. "Worry not, Princess," was his confident response, fervent resolve painted over his strong, careworn features. "We shall still set things right, as they should be. Whatever comes after this – infinity or oblivion – will be an awfully big adventure."
One more Author's Note: The "awfully big adventure" bit is a tiny nod to J.M. Barrie's Peter Pan.