"So, tell me, how much do you remember since 2 days ago?" Sophia asked Killian as she grabbed a notebook out of her bag. It has been a week since their horse riding lesson. She really enjoyed it, Emma did too, Sophia asked her afterwards. Since then they made some progress, Killian started to remember more, Emma seemed to warm up to Killian. The only down side was that Arthur had been really suspicious lately, but she'd worry about that later.

"Uhm… let's see. I remember the first time Emma and I met, parts of the week that followed after our meeting and…" he gave her a bright smile when Sophia looked up from her notebook when he didn't continue.

"Your birth," he said as he booped her nose.

She smiled at his happiness. Slowly she was getting her father back and she was enjoying every part of having a father. For her mother… she didn't remember a thing. Sometimes it looked like she did but then she would just shake her head. She was either to stubborn or more effect by the curse then Killian.

"What are your plans for today?" Sophia asked after a while.

"Uhm… I have to go back to the stables in 15 minutes and work till four because of the upcoming storm…" he said and took a sip of his drink.

"Have you asked Emma out yet?"

He choked on his drink and caught a few times before he choked out a soft, "What?"

Sophia rolled her eyes, "If you want your wife back you have to ask her out at some point."

"I know, but… it's just that the Emma from here is different than the Emma I married…"

Sophia's eyes widened, "you don't mean to say you don't love this version of her, right?"

"What? No! I love her in every version of herself, it's just that this version is more… guarded on the field of love and I don't want to scare her away." Suddenly aware of what he just said he sank back in the booth, covering his face in his hands.

"What?"

"Nothing," he shook his head and looked at the ceiling . "It's just… I remember what loving her was like… and to have her love me."

He closed his eyes, letting a single tear slide down his cheek. Sophia grabbed his hand from across the table and squeezed it, "don't worry, she still loves you, she just doesn't know it."

He gave her a warry smile, wiping away the tear and nodded. She knew how difficult it was for him, to have two sets of memories. She looked over to the clock that hung above the counter.

"You should get back to the stables," Sophia said. "You don't want to get on the bad side of your father-in-law, right?"

He gave her a light chuckle, stood up and placed a kiss on top of her head.

"I'll see you later, Lady Jones," he said before walking out of Granny's.

Sophia smiled as she looked in her sketchbook. So far he remembered meeting Emma and bits and pieces of the week after their meeting, the war between Camelot and Misthaven, some of the years he spend in Neverland… and now, her birth. She wrote it down and smiled. It felt good having a father.

Hook followed behind Mary Margaret, somehow every step made him a little more worried something bad happened to her. He kept his eyes open for any kind of danger that might come there way. Mary Margaret slowed down and stopped before a trail that leaded to nothing. He kneeled down to inspect the ground. In one of the dried muddy pools there was a clear footprint just a few feet away from them, covered by leaves.

He brushed the leaves gently away, making sure he didn't mess up the footprint and examined it. He let out a low growl as he recognised the symbol that was pressed in the mud.

"Found something?" Mary Margaret asked as he stood up and turned to her.

"Aye, I know who took her," he said, " I suppose you know the king of this land, King Arthur."

Mary Margaret nodded.

"Well, we have some history together. He must have thought Emily was someone important to me and took her to get back on me."

Mary Margaret let out a huff of annoyance, "I never liked the man, he has been interested in her since the first time he laid eyes on her, she was five!"

"You know him, I mean, personally?" he asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Well, if we have to deal with him I better tell you the truth right now."

"The truth? You have been lying to me?" his eyes darkened and he felt anger rise up in him. The first time since 300 years he helped someone else then himself and they lied to him. How could he be so stupid to think these woman would be different.

"Yes, but let me explain first before you go all 'angry pirate' mode"

That took him aback. She didn't even looked a little bit scared, just annoyed. He tried to calm himself as he motioned her to continue.

"My name is queen Snow White from the kingdom of Misthaven. Emily is not my friend but my daughter and her real name is Princess Emma. We were on one of our yearly survival trips and we wanted to treated like normal people, that's why the names."

Hook was silent for a while, processing the information. Slowly the anger from before seemed to fade as he understood their motivations. He felt the corner of his mouth curl up at the idea of Emily – No, Emma - being a Princess. He'd kissed a Princess, but the fun of the situation slowly faded as a second thought made its way through, he was falling for a Princess.

"So, are you still going to help?" Snow's voice brought him back out of his thoughts. Was he going to help? Part of her being captured was his fault, he felt guild rise up in him. It was all his fault, if he hadn't challenged her that first day she wouldn't have kissed him when she left, or would she? Did she feel it too, the spark? He found himself picturing the kiss in his mind again. He made his decision, no matter what, he was going to save her.

"Aye, but it only seems fair that now I know your real names that you know mine," he said and made a deep, dramatic bow. "Killian Jones, at your service."

Later that night, Sophia found herself curled up in her bed, hugging a pillow tightly against her chest and a blanked wrapped around her. The storm started only an hour ago but Sophia was already scared. It was stupid, really, how a 16 year old girl could be afraid of a little storm. Still, there she was, curled up, wishing for her mother to stroke her hair and rock her from side to side. Wishing for her father to sit beside her and tell her a story to distract her until she fell asleep.

A loud thunder, swirling wind and heavy raindrops against the window made her hold the pillow tighter and she felt a few tears escape her eyes. She never liked storms, maybe it was because of the dark purple storm that headed their way when she was still a baby or just because no one ever tried to calm her when there was one. Either way, she hated them, it made her feel small, alone and scared.

But she wasn't alone, she could text Emma to come over. Maybe it was a bit late but the was desperate for her mother. She sniffed, wiping a few tears away and grabbed her phone from her nightstand. Her fingers where shaking, she could only write two words:

I'm scared

Not two seconds later she got a reply back from her mother,

Don't worry, I'll be there in a few second,

Xxx Emma

Sophia felt a bit better as she read the text. Then another flash came from outside and loud thunder filled the room. Sophia pulled her knees up to her chin, hugging the pillow as tight as she could.

"Please hurry," she whispered between sobs.

"You know, we met before," Arthur said with a full mouth. Emma was moved to a dining room, her hands were unbound but her back and legs were still tightly bound against the chair. "You where, what? Five, maybe six years old. Your parents brought you to our ball to celebrate my engagement."

Emma didn't say a word, she only glared at him from across the table.

"I must say, you have changed a lot since then, you have more shape now," she felt herself getting sick at the way he looked at her, like he was inspecting her like a horse before purchasing, checking if everything was there. She didn't miss the way his eyes stayed just a little longer focused on her chest.

"You have to eat some, you must be hungry," she was, but didn't give him the pleasure of doing what he said. "It's a pity I didn't met you sooner, really. You would have made a fine queen, and an even more beautiful bride."

"Like I would ever marry someone like you," she spat out.

"Maybe not by choice, but you see, I have this dust," he heled up a little bottle filled with an orange looking sand inside. "It lets everything that is broken appear whole again."

"And why would that make me want to marry you?"

"If you mix this dust with a peddle of the Middlemist flower it will turn into a love and hate potion, the person who takes it will fall in love with the first person they see," he stood up from his seat and walked around the table, Emma following him with her eyes. "but the second person they see, they will hate with every cell in their body." Emma swallow as he came closer.

"Sadly, my wife is sick and unable to give me any heirs for the throne, soon she will die and that's where you come in," he gave her a wicked smile and took another step closer. She felt herself get even sicker in the stomach at the idea. "See it as a win-win situation, I'll get a new queen who is able to give me a son, I'll destroy the pirate by letting you hate him and the kingdom of Camelot and Misthaven will be combined as form the largest empire that ever existed."

He was now right in front of her, slowly moving down and leaning in. She wanted to punch him in the face so hard right now, so she did. She prepared her fist and aimed for his face, but before she could hit him her and was stopped by a magical force.

"Now that's not very nice, is it?" A voice said from behind Arthur. She heard him chuckle and move back to greet the voice.

"Ah, Zelena! I was wondering when you would join us!"

About ten minutes later she heard someone knock on her door. Sophia got up, keeping her blanked wrapped around her. She sniffed a few times, whipping away the tears and opened the door. Before her stood Emma in her pyjama's with a jacked over them and shoes of with the shoelaces where undone. Sophia let out a sob, let her blanked fall to the floor and wrapped her arms around Emma.

"I'm so scared," she said between sobs. She felt Emma wrap her arms around her and immediately felt herself calm down.

"It's okay, I'm here now, everything is okay," Emma whispered in her hair and stoking her back.

After a few seconds Sophia calmed a bit and Emma pulled away a little bit to look Sophia in the eye, "let's go inside."

Sophia nodded and moved inside. Emma closed the door behind them and got out of her jacked and shoes. Sophia got back on the bed and held her pillow to her chest again. She felt better now that her mother was here. Emma came to sit across from her on the bed.

"Have you always been scared of storms?" Emma asked gently.

Sophia nodded and Emma looked around the room, "How about we make this a girls night? Just the two of us."

She smiled at the idea and nodded. She never had a girls night before, once she was asked to one but it was just a stupid prank, because she was the 'weird kid' who no one wanted to be friends with.

"I would like that," Sophia said and Emma smiled at her. She had a feeling this was Emma's real girls night two.

22:00 pm

"Have you ever tried dipping your fries into your milkshake?"

Sophia shook her head and looked up from her place on the bed, "have you?"

"Yeah and you should try it too, first thing in the morning."

"Fries and milkshake as breakfast?"

"Why not?"

23:30 pm

"How many boyfriends have you ever had?" Sophia asked as Emma braided her hair. She knew her mother never dated someone before her father in the Enchanted Forest but here she knew nothing about her, so curiosity got the best of her.

"Uhm… let's see, two boyfriends, one in high school and one when I came to town."

"What where their names?"

"Neal and Graham."

"What happened?"

Emma was silent for a moment.

"Sorry, if you don't want-"

"No, no it's fine," Emma gave her a smile and then turned back to braiding. "Neal left me and I was send to jail for one of his crimes and Graham died of a sudden heart attack the night he wanted to propose."

"I'm sorry," Sophia said after a few second of silence.

"It's okay, the past is in the past, now I just want to focus on the future"

"Maybe get a new boyfriend"

"Maybe"

00:45 pm

"What do you think of Killian?" Sophia asked.

"Killian?" Emma asked as she laid her head back against the pillow. Sophia laid on her back on the bed with her head dangling from the edge and Emma lay with a few pillows on the floor.

"Yeah, you know, the guy with the blue eyes, dark hair, elf-ears like me," she pointed at her ears and Emma laughed.

"Oh, that Killian!" she teased.

"How many do you know?" Sophia teased back. "But tell me, what do you think of him?"

"I don't know, he has really changed since I first met him…"

"Would you go out with him?"

"What?" Emma looked up at her. Sophia rolled over so that she was now laying on her belly, arms crossed and her chin resting on them.

"If her asked you out, would you say yes?"

Emma shrugged, "Perhaps, I don't know, he has been nice lately, but that doesn't mean I like him."

"Do you like him?"

"What's with all the questions?" Sophia saw Emma slowly become red and she hid her mouth in her arms to keep herself from laughing. "What?"

"You like him!"

"What?! No, I don't!" she became even redder.

"Yes you do! You're blushing!"

"No I'm not, it's just really hot in here."

"Yeah sure" Sophia smiled and she saw Emma smile too. "But would you say yes if he asked you?"

"If he finally did, perhaps I would"

The storm from before was totally forgotten and the only thing Sophia was now feeling was happiness, happiness because she was having a perfect girls night with her mother.

A/N: thank for reading and don't forget to leave a review. Also check out the prequel of this story: 'A Field Of Middlemist Flowers'