Emma woke up with a sharp pain in the side of her waist. She was laying on a bed, how did she get on a bed? Slowly opening her eyes, she looked around her, trying to remember what happened and how she got here. She was laying in her own bed in the cabin she shared with her mother who was now seated next to her on a chair.

"Hi," she whispered with a rough voice. She saw tears forming in her mother's eyes.

"Oh, Emma, I was so worried," Snow said and stood up from her seat, brushing the hair out of her face. "You were unconscious for so long, I feared you might never wake again or that you lost too much blood and…"

The tears were now streaming down her face and Emma grabbed her mother's hand an squeezing it weakly to tell her that is was going to be okay. "What happened?" she asked.

"There was a wave and a part of the railing broke off. You fell and on of the broken railing and it was sharp…" she saw her mother trying to control her breathing and calm down before continuing. "Then something heavy, I don't know what, but it hit you on the head and you were unconscious. If the Captain didn't see it happen and immediately brought you below deck we would have been too late."

She smiled weakly at her mother, squeezing her hand again, "but I'm okay now, it's going to be okay."

That calmed her mother a bit. She didn't leave until Emma asked if she could get them some food and fresh water. She closed her eyes for a few seconds, breathing in through her nose and out of her mouth, trying to relax a bit despite the pain in her side. She heard the door of her room open and close again. She opened her eyes to see the Captain walk over to her and sitting in the chair where her mother sat just a few second ago.

"How are you feeling?" he asked softly. She looked at him, she saw the worry in his eyes. Was he really worried about her? Why would he be worried?

"Have seen better days," she said with a soft smile, trying to sit up a little but immediately regretting the decision when the pain got worst. Hook placed her hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her down again.

"You have to rest, you lost a lot of blood," he gave her a small smile and stood up again, turning to leave. "I'll make sure you have everything you need to recover."

"Hook, wait!"

He turned to her again, "do you need something?"

"No, I… uhm… just wanted to say thank you, for everything"

He nodded slightly and left her room. If she wasn't looking at his face when he left she probably wouldn't have noticed the bush that creeped up his face with the shy smile, but she did notice and was kind of pleased with herself that she could make the feared pirate Captain Hook blush and smile shyly. The fact that it also looked kind of cute made her want to see it more often than not.

She haven't seen him for two days. He didn't come to visit her and her mother wouldn't let her leave the room. Her wound was healing pretty quickly, but that was nothing new for her. ever since she was a little baby every wound she had would disappear after a day without leaving a scar. The bigger wounds would of course take longer but still it wasn't a normal healing progress. Her parents always told her she had a healing gift but she could only heal herself, not others. And if she could, she would have to practice first which she didn't have time for.

After letting her mother inspect her completely, making sure the wound was healing neatly, she finally had permission to leave her room. The moment she set foot above deck she felt the wind blow through her hair and smelled the salt of the sea. Taking deep breaths she walked over to the helm where the Hook was steering the ship.

"I see you're feeling better, how is the wound healing?" he asked without looking at her.

"Pretty good, my wounds always heal pretty quickly ever since I was a kid," she said, looking in the same direction as Hook. "How long till we get there?"

"With this speed we'll be there in three, maybe four days"

She nodded. They stood there in an awkward silence for a few seconds before she cleared her throat, "I should be going, my mo- friend only allowed me to a few moments above deck to stretch my legs."

He nodded, looking distained, like he was lost in thoughts. What was he thinking about? She felt a bit disappointed that he didn't pay her that much attention, but she saw he was obviously in a war with himself at the moment. His facial expression changed every so often and his eyes darkened before turning back to normal and then darkened again.

Walking below deck again, back to her cabin, she wondered what was up with the Captain. Ever since that night when they talked for a bit he had been distained, avoiding her even. He wouldn't talk longer to her than needed but still made sure she was okay and had everything she needed. Whatever it was, it didn't matter. They would separate at the end of the week and never see each other again.

"Hook, I got a question for you," she said as she approached him at the helm the next day.

"And what would that be?" he still didn't look at her.

"First of all, you've been avoiding me, why?" she crossed her arms, he still kept his gaze fixed before him on the horizon.

"Have I been avoiding you?" he asked, obviously playing dumb.

She rolled her eyes, "Yes you have, so today I'm going to stick by your side whether you like it or not."

That finally got his attention and he turned to look at her for the first time in three days, "and why would you do that?"

"I don't like being avoided, this is my way of payback," she said simply.

"So you are going to follow me all day?" he challenged her.

"Yes"

"Everywhere I go?"

"Yup"

"And watch me closely?"

"Yes," he heard the smallest bit of hesitation in her voice. He smirked and moved closer to her.

"Even when I want to have my privacy while, I don't know, bathing? Or are you going to join me?" he raised an eyebrow and licked his lips. He saw her face turn red and he took a step closer.

"Maybe not then…" she looked away.

"I wouldn't mind the company, love," he said and brought his hand up to brush a stray of hair out of her face but stopped mid-movement when he remember why he had been avoiding her. Why was it so easy to forget that? His smirks faded, he stepped back and looking away. He wasn't supposed to flirt with her, he wasn't supposed to talk to her, he wasn't supposed to fall for her…

He was surprised by Emily, he didn't think she would actually follow him around all day, but she did. After a few hours he lost the fight with himself to just ignore her. Somehow they had found themselves in his quarters, she was laying on his bed, arms behind her head, looking at the ceiling. He was sitting in a chair behind his desk.

"You kicked one of your suitors because he tried to kiss you?" he asked in disbelieve.

"Yeah, he was really annoying, he just couldn't keep his mouth shut," he saw her make a disgusted face as she memorised the man.

"And why didn't you kick me then when I tied to kiss you?" he was really curious, she was a tough lass who doesn't let any guy just kiss her apparently.

"Because I haven't asked you the question yet," she shrugged.

"What question?"

"The one I ask all the suitor my mother sets me up with"

"So you see me as a suitor then?" he raised an eyebrow playfully.

"No," she said like it was obvious but he saw a blush colour her cheeks. "Just answer the question."

"Ask away," he said and leaned back in his chair.

"What kind of man do you want to be?" she asked and rolled over so she was now laying on her belly, resting her head on her arms and looking at him, waiting for his answer.

He scratched behind his ear, he didn't expect that. After a moment of thinking he finally answered, "I honestly don't know, I'm a pirate, I guess there is nothing more to it than that" he didn't dare look her in the eye, he felt ashamed that he couldn't be more than a pirate. He would get is revenge and then what? What would become of him?

"From all the men I asked this question, you're the only one who told me the truth," when his finally looked at her she gave him a soft smile. Without knowing he returned it.

"What did the others tell you?" he asked, trying to lighten the mood a bit.

She snorted, which he somehow found adorable, "stuff like 'the man who marries you' or 'a man with a pure heart', one even said 'the father of your children' and that really scared the life out of me, I mean, they don't even take it serious!"

He laughed and she joined him, he loved it when she laughed and he just realized exactly why he had been avoiding her.

A/N: Thank you all for reading! Don't forget to leave a review and check out the original story 'Surviving To Find You' ;)