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 ;)

Snow woke up the next morning. She looked over at were Emma was supposed to lay. Her heart sank as she saw her daughter was gone. She stood up immediately, looking around, hoping her daughter would just appear from behind a tree.

"Emma?" she called.

No answer.

"Emma!" louder this time.

Still no answer. Fear crawled up in her as she kept looking around. She found the trail of her daughters boots and let out a sigh of relief. She followed the trail until it was met with more footprints. She kneeled down to inspect the ground, they were dragging something… or someone. Snows heart shank at the thought of Emma being knocked out and dragged away.

She followed the trail as far as it went, until it stopped abruptly. Like they were just poofed away, like magic. What was she going to do? Snow looked around her, for any sign, any misplaced object, just anything that would tell her where her daughter was taken to.

She stood up. Walking back, she tried to come up with a plan to find her. She would need someone who was good at finding things or people that were stolen. Someone who could was good at finding something of great value. Someone like… a pirate.

Hook was still sleeping when he heard someone knocking on his door. Yesterday had been a rough night and he just wanted to get some more sleep. He had to be in full strength for the journey to the castle. He put his pillow over his head and growled as the person behind the door knocked again.

"Captain, there is someone here to see you," he heard Smee say through the door.

"Tell them to wait," he growled and rolled over, tugging his blacked up to his chin. He didn't want to get out of bed, not when he was just awoken from a wonderful dream. He was about to drift of again when someone entered his quarters and pulled him out of his bed. He landed on his back on the cold, wooden floor, wide awake.

"Bloody Hell!" he hissed.

He looked up to see Mary Margaret looking down at him, arms crossed and tapping her foot impatiently.

"And to what do I owe this pleasure?" he said sarcastic as he stood up and rubbed the back of his head.

"I need your help," she said shortly.

"What if I don't want to help?"

"Oh, you do."

"And what makes you so sure I want to?"

She took a few steps forward, "because this is about Emily."

Hook's eyes widened at that. Was she hurt? Has something happened to her? Why was he suddenly so worried? He lifted his chin, "what about her?"

"She has been kidnapped and I don't know who took her or where they took her. I figured pirates are good at finding valuable things so here I am."

He tried do stay calm as he asked, " I'm flattered but how do you know she was taken and didn't just run off?"

"I followed her trail and it looked like there had been a struggle before the tail ended, like they just disappeared," She explained and Hook felt panic rise up in him. He still didn't know how the lass had captured his heart this fast but she did and he couldn't help but feel concerned about her.

"Take me to where she was taken," he said. "Give me ten minutes to get dressed and prepare for the journey."

The woman nodded and walked out the door, closing it behind her. He was going to find her, he didn't care about his revenge at the moment, all he wanted right now was to make sure she was okay.

Emma woke by a splash of ice cold water that was thrown into her face. She opened her eyes and sputtered out some of the water that landed in her mouth. After taking a few deep breaths she looked around the room. It was dark and a few guards were standing guard at the door. She was tied to a chair, hands behind the back of the chair and each of her ankles were tied to a leg of the chair.

"Is she awake?" she heard a voice say from behind the only door in the room.

"She is," another said.

"Good"

The door opened and a man in a suit of armour walked in. he stopped a few feet away from her and looked her up and down. She felt uncomfortable under his gaze. He notice her discomforted and a smile curled upon his lips.

"Where am I?" Emma asked, trying to sound threatening.

"Leave us," the man ordered his guards, only turning his attention back to her when all the guards were gone.

"Pretty thing you are," he started circling around her. "The pirate has good taste."

"Excuse me?"

"To bad I already have a queen" -is he serious right now?- "but that's not why you're here."

Well that's a relief, she thought.

"You see, your pirate and I have a history. Sort summery, I did some things to him, he did some things to me, I send him 300 years to the past and now he is back for his revenge"

Emma didn't know what to say, what to think. So it was Hook they were talking about. He really did spend 300 years in Neverland. And they think she is his lover, just because she kissed him before she left. She did like him, a lot even, but did he like her in the same way? No, now was not the time to think about that, now she had to focus on getting away from this lunatic king.

"Whatever your plan is, it won't work. I'm no one to him, so let me go," she said, really trying to sound convincing.

He stopped right in front of her and turned to face her, disbelief all over his face, "No one to him? It didn't seem like that, because by informer informed me that he looked heartbroken when you left."

"What does that proof?"

"Clearly you don't know him as I do. You see, he is known in these lands for his bloodlust, his merciless and heartless nature. He never shows emotions, never since… well, 'the accident', but that's another story," slowly he got closer to her and she moved further back in her chair. "For now you just need to know that if he looked heartbroken, than that means you are the key to destroy him forever."

The King was now bend over her and Emma felt fear rise up in her stomach, fear for herself and for Hook. How is she going to get out of this mess?

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 their 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."

"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!"

The woman named Zelena walked over to them, "I see you found our puppet."

"I did, what a coincident isn't it? That she happen to be in Camelot just when we need her," Arthur said. "Make sure the soldiers don't attack Misthaven, we already have what we wanted."

"Do it yourself, I'm not your personal messenger," Zelena sneered and turned her attention to Emma. "So what do we have here."

Emma swallowed the lump in her throat and lifter her chin, "don't think you'll get away with this."

"She's got fire, I like it," Zelena turned back to Arthur, "with her under our control we'll be unstoppable."

"I told you she would be a great queen."

"Oh, but she got more than just her fire," Zelena circled around the chair and whispered in her ear, "she's got Magic."

Emma's eyes widened, did she have magic? But that's impossible, needier one of her parents got magic, or anyone in their family.

"How do you know?" Arthur asked, clearly just as confused as her.

"I can feel it," Zelena stood up right again, "really powerful magic too, the pure kind, the kind a child get when their parents are True Love."

"I see," Arthur said and came closer to her face again. She gritted her teeth when he continued, "well, it seems like you just got even more useful to me than before."

Snow and Killian had been walking all day, neither one of them wanted to rest as long as they could still see the ground. Earlier they had spent enough time figuring out a way to safe Emma. They settled on going through a secret tunnelway that Killian discovered one night when he escaped from Arthurs dungeons. The secret tunnelway lead them right into the castle, from there they would find out where he kept Emma, save her and get the Hell out of there. It wasn't perfect but they didn't have anything better.

"You know that when we save her we are going back to our kingdom," Snow began, she hadn't said a word when they began their walk.

"Don't worry, I'll get you two save home," he gave her a sad smile. He knew what she meant to say, when they save her and she is back home he won't be able to see her again. He didn't expect anything else, he was a pirate and she was a princess. She was meant for a better man then him, a man who knew who he wanted to be and who was worthy of her love. As long as he knew she was save it was okay for him, even if it would break the last remaining's of his heart.

"I know how you feel about her," Snow continued after a while. "But just because I see it doesn't mean others will too. My husband for example, he only wants the best for her…"

"And he wouldn't approve of a pirate," he finished for her. "I can't give her anything, she is better off with someone who is worthy of her." She nodded, more in understanding then that she agreed and they went back to the silence. After another 30 minutes of walking they set camp in a clearing. Killian took the first watch. He was looking at the ring that hung around his neck, turning it in the light of the fire. It was his brothers ring, he gave it to Killian just before he died. Killian still has nightmares about that day, looking down at his brother, blood on his hands and clothing.

'Being a good man is far more imported then any title, little brother,' Liam once said to him.

'How will I become a good man?' he asked.

'Believe in good form and fight for what you want, because if you don't you deserve what you get,' was his answer.

His eyes began to sting at the memory. He closed them and held the ring against his forehead as the tears began to flow.

"I'm sorry Liam," he said in a silent whisper, "I'm sorry I failed you, I'm sorry I'm not the man you wanted me to become," he let the ring fall against his chest as he looked up at the night sky, "but I promise I'll make it up to you by doing the right thing now."

What he didn't know was that Snow wasn't asleep and heard everything he said. She smiled a little to herself, he may not think he is worthy of her daughter but she was sure that Emma couldn't wish for a better man to love her.