Hello! So. I wanted to post this chapter on Wednesday, but because today has been a really, really, REALLY, good day for me (I FOUND OUT I WILL RECEIVE A SCHOLARSHIP FOR THE REST OF THE YEAR! *also my last year of uni*) I decided to post it today. I want to thank everyone for the feedback, especially to soapdiva288208 who is making me cry with every message she is leaving me. I love to hear what you are thinking so far and I especially love to see you all yelling at me!

We are still in Neverland this chapter and we are also meeting Pan! I wonder how that goes.

The next day, when Emma woke up, the first thing she did was to look for Hook. He was laying on his coat on the ground, staring at what had been their fire for the night. But the thing that Emma absolutely hated was the fact that he looked just as pale as he did last night. She didn't know how they were going to keep the fact that he was dying a secret, especially in front of her parents, but she hoped Hook had a good explanation in his mind.

When she rose from the ground, she looked at him with a questioning look that was meant to say 'are you okay?' Hook nodded slowly just for her to see and tried to put on a smile. But his smile disappeared the moment he raised on his elbow and a look of pain appeared on his face. She wanted to go and help him but Mary Margaret was quicker and saw him.

"Are you okay, Hook?" she asked him, getting closer.

"Yes, of course. It's just from the wound from yesterday. It will pass," he explained to her mother.

"Are you sure?" Hook nodded at her this time with a small smile. "Okay."

"Are we going to move, today? Or are we going to stay here all day and make sure the pirate is fine?" Regina snapped at all of them.

"He's hurt Regina!" Emma snapped back at her.

"So? He'll live. Now let's go."

"If only you knew!" Emma screamed at Regina in her mind.

But instead of really yelling at her, Emma took her things from the ground and started to walk with the others.

They walked in the forest of Neverland for what seemed like hours to Emma. Snow and David were in front of the group with the map, Regina behind them and Hook bringing up the rear with Emma a few steps behind him. She saw him struggling to move all day and she could see that it was harder and harder for him to move around the forest, so she hastened her pace to be by his side.

"How are you?"

"I'm fine, Swan."

"No, don't lie to me. You might be able to lie to Mary Margaret by smiling at her and telling her that you are fine, but she doesn't know your condition."

"I've had better days," he said with a sigh.

"We can tell them to take a break," Emma proposed.

"Regina would burn me if I even suggested that. I will be fine."

"Fine then, I'm staying here, with you," she said determined.

"Okay."

They continued to walk in the forest, towards what was now marked as Pan's new camp, until even Regina got bored. They stopped in a little clearing to take a break and think about a better plan than walking toward nowhere all day.

"We have to find a way to get to Henry faster!" Regina yelled at them when they stopped.

"In case you didn't notice, that's what we are trying to do", Emma told her.

"Are you sure that's what you are doing, Emma? Because it seems to me that you are spending more time with Hook than actually looking for my son."

"Should I remind you, Regina that he is my son, too?"

"Should I remind you Miss Swan that we are here for Henry, not for you to flirt with the pirate?"

Emma was prepared to answer to her when Mary Margaret came between them.

"Enough!" Mary Margaret started. "You are right, Regina. We have to get to Henry faster, but do I have to remind you that he doesn't know that we are here? If he knew, maybe he would be able to stop Pan from moving his camp until we get closer."

"How?" Regina asked her.

"Henry is a smart boy; he can find a way."

"And what do you propose to do?" Emma asked her mother.

"I have a plan, to send Henry a message. Do you have a mirror?" Mary Margaret asked Regina.

"I do, why?" Regina asked her confused.

"We can use it to send him a message!"

"Neverland's own Skype?" Emma asked with an eyebrow raised.

"Exactly!"

"But how are we going to get it to Henry? This forest is full of Lost Boys." David asked his wife.

"We catch one!"

"You want to catch one of those boys?"

"Yes."

"And how exactly are we supposed to do that?"

"Hook?" Mary Margaret said turning to face him. "Do the Lost Boys hunt in these woods?"

"Yes. They are either hunting or looking for fruits around these woods, usually."

"That's good. We can make a trap using those vines," Mary Margaret explained, showing them the trees behind them.

"How exactly are we going to do that, your highness?" Hook asked her.

"I wasn't always a princess. I know how to do such things."

"And she's quite good at it," David added, smiling at her. Mary Margaret smiled back at him.

Looking at them, Emma remembered reading in Henry's storybook about Bandit Snow as she was called back then. She was good in situations like this one, and her plan might be the best plan they had so far.

"Okay, what do we have to do?" Emma asked her mother.

"We need vines. A lot of them."

"I can do the trap using my magic," Regina suggested.

"You should take care of your magic, Regina. You never know when you'll need it," Emma told her.

"Well, we wouldn't have to worry about that if you were willing to learn how to use your magic."

"It's not the best time to play with magic, Regina."

"But it is to flirt with the pirate?"

"Regina," Emma said behind her teeth.

"What? Isn't that true?"

Emma wanted to answer her, tell her to fuck off, but she felt Hook behind her.

"Leave her alone. We have better things to do," he told Regina.

"Hook is right, we don't have time for that. Hook, David, do you mind getting some vines?" They started to walk in the direction of the vines Mary Margaret pointed at earlier. "Regina, maybe you could help them?"

"To get vines?"

"To protect them."

"Why? They are grown up men."

"There can be Lost Boys," Emma snapped at her.

"Fine. I'm going to protect your boyfriend," Regina said, rolling her eyes and then starting walking in the direction David and Hook went.

"I guess you wanted me alone?" Emma asked Mary Margaret as soon as Regina was far away.

"Yeah. What Regina said about-"

"I don't care what Regina said about my magic," Emma interrupted her.

"I know. I wanted to know what Regina said about you and Hook."

"There is no me and Hook."

"Are you certain?"

"Mary Margaret!" Emma said half exasperated.

"I know, I know, it's not my business."

"It really isn't," Emma agreed.

"But I'm still wondering if there is something between you two. Because you seemed pretty worried about him this morning."

"I'm worried for everyone."

"Yes, but you are not looking at Regina with the same worry in your eyes as you look at him."

"Look, Mary Margaret, he's here because of us, for us. He's helping us and he just got hit by an arrow yesterday while trying to protect me. Regina has magic, he has a hook and a sword. Of course I am worried about him, but there is nothing else."

"Okay, okay. I will stop asking you questions."

"Thank you," Emma said as the others came back with the vines they needed.

They all worked in silence while making the trap. From time to time, two of them would go back into the forest for more vines.

"We need more," Mary Margaret said when she realized there were just a few left.

"I'm going," Hook offered.

"I'm coming with you," Emma said, starting to walk after him.

Hook didn't comment when Emma started to follow him into the woods. He wasn't in the mood for talking, especially with the hellish pain that was spreading through his body. He was wondering why he wasn't dead already, because Liam died on the spot when he scratched himself with the poison. Maybe that was the problem? If his memory served him right, Liam scratched himself on an important vein so maybe that's why he died immediately. He hated to think about that time, especially now that he was in the same situation.

He also hated the idea of dying. It was strange for him because he had 300 years to get used to the idea that one day, if he was going to find and kill the crocodile, he would die. But now? Now it seemed useless and somewhat ironic. Back then, he had nothing to live for and he was fine, more than fine; for 300 years he was a survivor. Now that he finally found something worth fighting for, he was dying.

Fucking irony, he thought to himself.

"You're very quiet," Emma's voice stopped his thoughts.

"Aye."

"We can stop. We have time to get the vines," Emma suggested.

"No, let's continue," he said leaning to take a vine that looked good for what they needed. But when he moved back up, the pain in his body hit him hard and he let out a groan.

"Hook," she said coming closer and putting a hand on his shoulder.

"I'm fine."

"No, you're not. Please take a break," she said, looking into his eyes.

Maybe it was the pain, or maybe it was the worry he saw in her eyes, but he listened to her and sat down on the ground, resting against a tree. He took out his flask to take a sip of rum but once the smell of the rum hit him, it made him feel worse.

"Here," Emma said giving him a bottle of water.

"Thank you," he replied taking the bottle from her hand.

"Hook?"

"Aye?"

"Um… how… how serious it is?"

He wanted to ask her what she meant but he knew what she meant just with a single look at her. She was asking him how much time he had left and he didn't know how to answer. He knew deep down in his heart that he didn't have much time left, not if he was judging by his condition, but he couldn't tell her that he had a week, at most, left. She had her son to worry about and now him too.

"I don't know," he said with a sigh, throwing his head back onto the tree.

"You are lying to me again," Emma pointed out.

Smart lass, he said to himself.

"You know I would never try to lie to you willingly."

"I'm worried about you."

"You shouldn't, Emma."

"But I do!" Emma contradicted him.

"Oh don't worry, Savior. You won't have to worry about him for much longer," a voice said behind them.

They both turned to see Pan watching them with a grin on his face.

"What do you want?" Emma asked jumping to her feet.

"I just wanted to see how our dear Captain was feeling."

"Fuck off," Hook said, not bothering to rise from the ground.

"Is something bothering you, Captain? Are you sick of me?" Pan asked mockingly.

"Go to hell!" Emma yelled at Pan.

"Oh, I will. I will do it once your captain does it. In a few days, actually, since he doesn't have too much time left."

In that moment, Killian wanted to jump towards him and cut off his head. Fortunately for Killian, Emma was quicker. With an impressive move, she took out the cutlass and run towards Pan. When she was close to him she prepared to hit him with the cutlass. Just as she got close, the bastard moved and disappeared from in front of her. Emma almost ended up hitting a tree.

Pan appeared again seconds later in front of Hook.

"It looks like something finally got the best out of you, Captain. After all these years. It's quite sad that it's finally happening, you know?" Pan asked him with sarcasm in his voice.

"I'll take you down with me," Hook threatened him.

"I doubt that. I don't plan on dying so soon. You on the other hand," Pan said studying him. "You don't look very well. But don't worry, Captain, I don't think you'll suffer for more than five days."

Before Killian could say something else, Pan stood up and looked at Emma again.

"Your son is very good, by the way. He's a nice boy."

"If you touch him, I am going to kill you."

"You both are very good at threatening me today, aren't you?" Pan said looking at both of them, laughing.

"Stay away from my child!"

"We are his friends here, Savior. He doesn't even know you are here. We just have to keep him away from you a few more days and then he will be one of us. He won't even care about you anymore. In fact, right now, to me it looks like you are more worried about your dear captain here than your son."

"I care about both of them. I will save both of them and then I will make sure that you won't see another day on this fucking island," Emma told Pan.

"I doubt that," Pan mocked her.

Killian watched Emma as she raised her hands while holding the cutlass and with a quick move she rotated it above her head and then threw it in Pan's direction. As the cutlass got closer to Pan's head, the little demon was watching with a smile on his face. When it almost hit him, Pan disappeared, leaving nothing in his place.

"That was impressive," Hook tried to tell Emma.

"Don't," Emma started to speak. "I will kill that son of a bitch."

"And I will help you"

"Will you? Will you be here to do that?" Emma snapped at him.

"Don't do this Emma. I already regret all of this. Do I seem like I like this situation?"

"You don't. I'm sorry. Killian I really am."

Hook was tired of sitting on the ground and doing nothing. He had enough rest. He tried to rise from the ground alone but Emma saw him and helped him, putting a hand around his neck and another around his waist. When he was finally back on his feet he felt nauseous but preferred to keep his mouth closed.

"Can you walk?" Emma asked him.

"Aye. Lead the way Swan." He made a gesture making it clear for her to walk in front of him.

Emma took the few vines they collected before their break and started to walk in front of him.

Hook was behind when he felt his head starting to spin. He wanted to tell Emma that he wasn't feeling good, but his eyes were misty as well.

"Emma," was everything he could say before the world around him faded and turned to black. The last thing he heard was Emma's angelic voice screaming his name.

Keep telling me your opinions on how you think Milah is alive! I am still curious about what you believe!

Also please don't worry. No one is dying in this story!