A/N: For those who have read my other story 'Surviving to find you' you can skip this chapter if you like, there is nothing new in here that isn't in STFY. for those who haven't read it, I hope you enjoy it! Don't forget to leave a review ;)

They've been traveling for a week now. They were going to port in a few hours. Hook had been avoiding Emily as best as he could. After the almost kiss and the night she came to stand next to him while looking at the sea he knew he had to keep his distance. She would distract him from his revenge, the reason he went to Neverland.

First he thought it was just her beauty that attracted him. He had never been so wrong. Of course she was beautiful, but there was more to her that he admired. Like how she carried herself through life, how she worked, how she didn't take shit from anyone. She would make one hell of a pirate.

But after this they would part their ways and probably never meet again. He didn't know what he thought when he asked her to come with him instead of Blackbeard. Everything would have gone different if he hadn't ask her and her friend to come. Although his best attempt to avoid her they still spoke now and then. She once asked him what kind of man he wanted to be. They talked about how her mother always tried to find a suitor for her and how she always asked them the same question. He, of course, made a snarky comment but the question still repeated itself in his mind at night, what kind of man did he want to be? What kind of man did she want…

He stopped himself there. He shouldn't care what she wanted, but for some reason he did care. His train of thought was interrupted by a sudden hand on his shoulder. He turned to see Mary Margaret standing next to him. He hadn't paid her to much attention in the past week, to busy fighting his own thoughts.

"You know that you've been staring at her for a full 10 minutes now, right?"

"I, uh, I was jus-"

"Don't lie to me, I know that look. Just make sure you don't hurt her," with that Mary Margaret walked off, leaving Hook with his mouth half agape. Was it really that obvious? He knew he felt a spark when he caught her a week ago on the docks, but that he looked at her in a way that others could see what he denied to feel…

He really was in big, big trouble.

The ship had just docked and Snow and Emma where saying their goodbyes to the crew. After a week most of them became good friends with them. Emma pulled away from a hug with Mr. Smee.

"Keep safe, Miss," he said.

"I will, thank you Smee," she smiled, she was going to miss him, she was sure of that. She turned and saw the captain watching her. He looked away as soon as their eyes met. She walked over to him, he looked up as she came closer and stopped a few feet away from him, "I guess this is goodbye then."

"Aye," he nodded, looking at her but not meeting her eyes, "I wish you safe traveling for the rest of your trip."

"Thank you"

It was silent for a moment before Emma opened her mouth and took a step closer, "I still owe you that kiss, remember?" Ever since their almost kiss she couldn't get it out of her mind. There was a spark between them, she knew that, but he had been avoiding her the inspire week. She knew she would probably never see him again, this was her last change and she was going to take it.

He shuffled on his feet, still not looking her in the eye, "you don't have to-"

"What if I want to?" she cut him off and his eyes finally locked with hers. She took two more steps, grabbed him by his labels and yanked him down for a kiss. After a moment she felt his hand come up behind her back as he pulled her closer to him and deepened the kiss. One of her hands moved up behind his neck and tugged at his hair. It felt so right, like they were made for each other. She felt save in his arms, save and at home. She didn't want it to end but sadly it did when he pulled away, heavy breathing, resting his forehead on hers.

"That was…" he didn't finish but she knew what he meant because she felt it too.

"Yeah…" she breathed, "goodbye"

She took a step back, then another, slowly taking her leave. After a few more steps she turned and left. She could have sworn she heard a soft 'Goodbye, Swan' from behind her. Somehow it was much harder to say goodbye to him then she thought. He had been avoiding her all week and still she felt a single tear running down her face at the thought of never seeing him again.

Snow and Emma walked away from the docks, waving one last goodbye before disappearing into the forest. Snow looked at her daughter and noticed her gaze was unfocused and her shoulders tense.

"Emma, are you okay?" she asked. Emma snapped out of her trance and her shoulders relaxed just a bit.

"I'm fine, just lost in thoughts," she gave her mother a fake smile. Snow knew that smile but didn't comment about it. Instead she just put a bright smile on her face as she walked before Emma and stopped her.

"Do you remember the story's I always told you about Camelot?" she said, trying to lift her daughters spirit.

Emma nodded, "yeah, why?"

"Tell me which one is your favourite story"

Emma looked at her questioning, "the one of the Middlemist flowers, you know that."

"Of course I know, now tell me your favourite part"

"When the man surprises his love with the beautiful field and they dance in the field under the full moon. I don't get it, why are you asking me this?"

"Because the legend of the two lovers may be fake but the field is real and in two nights there will be a full moon."

Emma's mouth fell open and Snow saw the disbelieve in her eyes. Ever since Emma was little and Snow told her about the field of Middlemist flowers for the first time, Emma was in love with the story and wanted to visit the field one day, at a full moon. While she grew up Emma lost hope in ever seeing the field and after a while she lost the believe that the field was even real.

"You mean- we are- " Emma gaped at her mother. All the tension in her shoulders from before was gone and only joy and happiness could be found in her figure. Snow bright smile turned even brighter if it was possible as she saw the enthusiasm of her daughter.

Emma pulled Snow in a hug, whispering over and over again 'thank you'. Snow hugged her back and after a while pulled away to grab her daughters hand and lead to way, "come on, if we want to make it before tomorrow night we have to hurry."

Emma nodded in excitement and followed her mother as they half walked, half ran through the forest.

A campfire was cracking in the clearing where Emma and Snow settled for the night. They found some fruits for dinner and were now sound asleep, rapped in their cloaks, next to the warmth of the fire. Well, Snow was asleep. Emma on the other hand lay wide awake. She was to exited to go to sleep. Tomorrow they would spend the night in the Middlemist flower field under the moon, she knew she should sleep or she would be to exhausted tomorrow.

Although her best intentions to fall asleep she stayed awake. She sighed and got up, perhaps stretching her legs would help. She gave her mother one last glance before walking in the forest. She knew it would be a bad idea to wander too far off, so she stayed close. Looking up she saw the moon, bright and shining, almost full.

As she wandered the forest she thought about the story. The story of a man and a woman. The man was pure of heart and cared for every living creator. He had lived hundreds of years, had seen more pain and agony then any man alive and still cared for every living soul, because to him, everyone mattered. One day he met a woman and fell in love. Her favourite flowers where the Middlemist flowers, so for her birthday he planted the flower in the field where they first met. He promised her that he would never leave her and that no matter how many flower grew in the field it never even came close to how much he loved her.

But the man was burdened, burdened with internal life. He knew one day he had to see her die while he would live on. Eventually he found a way, a way to become mortal and live out his days as any other. The only problem was the price, to become mortal he had to trade with someone. Luckily he had an apprentice that he trusted. The woman hear of his plan, but didn't agree. She didn't want him to become mortal, she wanted to become immortal.

So she followed them and tricked her love in to trade his immortality with her mortality, but the woman's heart wasn't pure like his. She became dark and killed people without mercy. One night, at a full moon, he came to the field of flowers. He found a way to stop her, but the only way was to kill himself in the proses. After everything, he didn't want to live without the woman he loved or with her as an killing beast.

So at midnight, when the moon was at its highest, in the field he one planted for her to show his love, he ended his and her live with the beautiful field of flowers altogether. It was a sad story, but it didn't end there, because his love for her was strong, so strong that one of the flowers survived. That one flower was found by a woman years later. The woman admired the flower so much that her lover recreated the field and asked her to marry him under a full moon in the field. Ever since, the field was known as an place full of love, not only for lovers, but for mothers and daughter, father and son, brother and sister and for friends, for their friendship to never end.

Emma always dreamt of meeting her True Love in the field or him asking her to marry her there. She knew was just a child dream, but somehow it now felt so real. Perhaps she could meet him there tomorrow night, perhaps he could ask her to marry him there if she has been there before. She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn't notice how far she had walked from the camp. Looking back she couldn't see the light of the fire anymore. She turned to head back to the camp but stopped dead in her track at the sound of voices.

She looked around to find a hiding place or a weapon. Grabbing a stick, she ducked in the bushes. The voices came closer, they were now close enough for Emma to hear what they said:

"The king is not going to be happy to know about this," said one of the voices.

"We still have to tell him," the other said.

"We do, but how is it even possible? He send him 300 years back in time!" Emma's eyes widened at that.

"They say he spend them in Neverland, so he wouldn't age and is now back for revenge."

Emma's heart pounded in her chest. '300 years spend in Neverland can make a man forget' Hook had said. Was Hook the person they were after? Why would he want revenge on the king? Why had the king-

"Two women left the ship with his crew."

Emma swallowed.

"So?" she heard the men stop just a few feet away from her.

"One of them, the blond one, seemed to be his lover"

"How do you know?"

"They kissed before she left and he looked heartbroken. If we find her, we can use her to manipulate him."

Emma swallowed again but this time it did nothing to the lump in her throat. They were after him, after her. What was she going to do? She knew Hook didn't care that much about her, he wouldn't care if she died, would he? Did he really look heartbroken? They only knew each other for a week and most of the time he'd been avoiding her. Why would he look heartbroken? Why-

Before she could finish her thought she felt something hard and cold hit the back of her head. She could just make out a figure of a man -a guard- before the world went black.