Chapter 5- Wicked

EMMA POV

Disclaimer: Everything about OUAT and its characters belongs to Edward Kitsis and Adam Horowitz. I just like to play with their characters sometimes. :)

"Are you sure about this, love?" Hook nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other as he stood outside of my apartment warily.

"Are you serious, Hook?" I snapped. "You tried to barge into my apartment uninvited last week, and now you have an invitation and refuse to come in. Do you realize how strange you're being?"

"Emma Swan has invited me inside her place of residence." Hook enunciated each word clearly, raising his eyebrows at me. "Do you realize how strange you're being?"

"Well, it's not like you've got anywhere better to go," I muttered. "I mean, where have you been sleeping besides the jail cell?"

"The park," Hook finally made his way inside the apartment, and sat across from me. "A bench is not the worst place I've had to sleep on before."

I sat down at the couch and patted the space next to me, but Hook ignored me and stayed on his lonely couch. "I'm sorry. About the bench. How did you not freeze to death?"

"Like I said, I've seen worse," Hook said softly. "Nothing to trouble yourself with, love."

I swallowed as I realized how hard a pirate's life must be. He had worked so hard to find me, but I wasn't sure if I was really ready to let him in completely.

"Do you want to see the nursery I made for the baby?" I asked when the minutes dragged on and the silence was getting awkward.

Hook looked surprised that there was a room all for the baby, but then again, he probably was not very familiar with babies and how to prepare for them. "She probably won't get to use it, though," I sighed in disappointment. "It seems that not using a prepared nursery due to a disaster kind of runs in my family."

I open the door to the room and walk in, hearing Hook following behind me. There was a sharp intake of breath as he saw how every detail was attended to. Henry and I had spent a great deal of time decorating the walls, so obviously they weren't perfect, but that's what made them so special. The crib sat in the middle of the room, and next to it was a small, already worn-in rocking chair (because I already loved to spend time sitting on the comfortable chair). Pink accents were everywhere, and it was so unlike Emma Swan that Hook looked shocked.

"Love, it's pink," He said in confusion. "I never got the feeling that you were fond of the color."

"Well, I can't really paint it blue," I said, brushing my hand over the soft blanket in the crib, but Hook didn't miss my blush.

"Admit it," He said silkily, stepping closer and making me question whether he understood the concept of personal space at all. "You like the idea of dressing up your child as a little princess."

"I never got the chance, but she should, right?" I asked breathily. "And, Hook, she is our child, not just mine." I would never admit to him, but just his presence was making me light-headed, but at the same time so exhilarated. I could hardly remember what I wanted to say, and all I could think about was those damn beautiful eyes.

"Lass, is there any respectable food in this realm?" Hook questioned suddenly, as we walked in the general direction of my room. Hook was getting the official tour of my small apartment, mostly because I didn't feel like stopping him. "A man can't exactly live off of bologna."

"Yeah, of course there is," I said, "And now that you mention it, I'm starving. Henry told me to order some Chinese takeout tonight."

"Lass, what exactly is Chinese Takeout?" He spit out the words with disdain, and I saw that modern world and Hook weren't going to get along very well, at least while he adjusted to this new life.

"It's a type of food," I said, and Hook smirked. "Somehow, I gathered that part, love."

I blushed. "And, if you let me finish, takeout means they bring the food to your apartment."

"I rather like this takeout idea," Hook said with a crooked smile, his eyebrows raised, as he walked closer to me until we were inches apart. "Gives you time to do other… more enjoyable activities."

"Ok, definitely not," I snapped, and gestured at my huge belly. "Do you even see this?"

"You look stunning," Hook said softly. "The Princess Aurora was with child in the Enchanted Forest, and when I looked at her, all I could see was you, and how beautiful you would be if you were carrying my child. And now you are."

I opened and closed my mouth uselessly for a couple seconds before regaining my voice. "You imagined me pregnant? How much of this… daydreaming about me do you do?"

"Love, I told you that I would think of you every day," Hook said, sounding offended. "Did you not believe me?"

"I just thought that Captain Hook likes to exaggerate a little bit," I said with a teasing smile.

"Swan, I love you. Is that hard for you to remember?" He sighed and threw himself on my bed.

"No wait-" I started to yell, but it was too late. Hook had landed squarely on the remote that controlled my Tempur-Pedic bed, and I watched, torn between laughter and sympathy, as the bed moved forward and began a slow massage.

"Bloody hell, Swan!" Hook yelled as he scrambled to get off my suddenly moving bed. "Why is your house booby-trapped?"

Laughter won out, and I couldn't breathe for several long minutes as the tears streamed down my face and my chest heaved for air. "It's… not… booby trapped." I managed to gasp out eventually. "It's just a really… expensive and comfortable bed."

Hook didn't look reassured at all. He paced around my room, looking at all my possessions as he muttered about the strange "magic" in this supposedly magic-free land.

Meanwhile, I grabbed my phone and called to get the Chinese food from a local restaurant chain that Henry and I both enjoyed. Henry should be home from school home soon, so now would be a good time to order so we could all eat together. Hook just stared at me as I talked on the phone, as if trying to figure out how the strange device worked.

"Oh no, Henry's coming home," I said once I finished ordering, staring at Hook's otherworldly appearance. How would I explain this to Henry?

"Is that bad?" Hook said, sounding confused.

"Yes, if he doesn't have any memories of you, and you happen to be dressed like a pirate." I said, rolling my eyes at the pirate.

"Ah yes, what an interesting coincidence," Hook said sarcastically. "Why would Captain Hook be dressed as a pirate?"

"Ok, I have some sweats that you might be able to wear until we get you normal clothes tomorrow." I said, digging through my closet and dragging out a pair of wrinkled dark grey sweats.

Hook looked horrified as I pulled out the clothes. "Lass, I don't want to wear sweats. And my clothes are normal." He added stubbornly.

"Just wear them." I said in a firm voice that left no room for argument as I pushed him into the bathroom adjacent to my room.

I settled down on my bed as I waited for Hook to finish. My hands instinctively found their way to my rounded stomach, and I felt the insistent kicking pick up again. "You won't believe this, little baby, but I found your Daddy. He's a pirate." I began softly. "And I'm a princess. My parents are Snow White and Prince Charming. I mean, how crazy is that?"

I laughed softly as the kicking intensified. "Your Daddy is Captain Hook. The Captain Hook. At least he doesn't have a perm, I guess."

I gasped as I felt the bed move with Hook's extra weight. I had been turned on my side, away from the bathroom, and hadn't heard him come in. "Did I scare you, love?" Hook said, curling himself around my body. "I guess there is a first for everything."

I leaned into him, missing the way we fit together perfectly. "No, you startled me. There's a difference."

"Sure." Hook said, rolling his eyes. He suddenly looked down at my belly, and his hand hovered over it uncertainly. "May I?" He asked, his face serious.

"Of course," I said, rolling onto my back and exposing my rounded belly.

"Hi, baby." Hook said softly, gently rubbing my stomach. "I'm going to be a father. I don't believe it."

"She's kicking," I said softly as I lead Hook's hand to the spot where I had just felt the kick. His intake of breath told me that he felt it too.

"Emma, I can't be a father," Hook said desperately, drawing his hand away from my skin. "I know nothing about babies. What if I hurt her? What if she hates me or is ashamed of me?"

"None of that will happen," I said fiercely. "You're going to be a wonderful father, stop worrying."

"Yes, love," Hook said, not sounding completely reassured. He continued to rub my belly, and I felt myself begin to doze off. Everything felt right for the first time since the curse had taken my memories, and I felt like I could finally relax.

I felt like I had only been asleep for seconds when I heard the doorbell ring, and I sighed as I heaved myself off the bed. "That would be the food." I muttered, annoyed at the sudden interruption.

I opened the door and paid the delivery boy, who looked a little frightened at my half-asleep, very disheveled, appearance. The minute I put the food on the counter, Hook started taking the boxes out and examining the contents. "Lass, why did he give us worms?" Hook said in annoyance. "What kind of strange food do people eat in this realm?"

"They are not worms," I snapped, reaching the end of my patience. "It's called noodles."

"If you insist," Hook muttered, immediately picking up on my sudden temper. I felt bad for lashing out at him, but he seemed to see the need to ask me about every single thing that he didn't understand in this world.

"Look, I'm sorry," I grumbled in defeat. "I know this is all new to you, and I shouldn't have yelled at you."

"I suppose that no lasting harm has been done," Hook said, wiggling his eyebrows in the way that only he could. "But you could show me just how sorry you are…"

"Shut up, pirate," I snapped, before closing the distance between us and capturing his lips against mine.

The door suddenly opened as Henry came in. I drew away from Hook with a startled gasp, and my face was the color of a tomato by the time Henry walked into the kitchen a second later.

"Henry! This is… Killian!" I said in a rather high-pitched voice, desperately trying to rescue the situation. "He's a client."

Henry looked at Killian with narrowed eyes and at my red face, but said nothing. He just nodded and muttered a greeting to Killian before going for the bags of Chinese food and helping me set the table.

The meal began with an awkward silence, but then Henry suddenly asked Killian, "So, did you skip bail?"

"So, he's still a little spitfire, isn't he?" Hook said jokingly.

"Still?" Henry asked in suspicion.

I jumped in to Hook's rescue. "No, never mind that, he just has a really important case, in Maine." I explained. "We're leaving first thing tomorrow morning."

"We?" Henry asked, his eyes lighting up in excitement.

"Yes," I said, smiling at him. "The three of us are all going."

"Vacation with you? No school? I'm sold!" Henry looked at me with excitement, as if we were leaving that second.

"Good, because you need to pack." I said with a smile.

I threw away all the dinner boxes and paper plates while Hook wiped the table and Henry went to his room. "This Chinese takeout was excellent, Swan." Hook said to me. "This realm is beginning to grow on me."

"Good," I replied, taking the wipe from him and throwing it onto the sink. "It sounds like we're all trapped again, so you might as well begin to like it, because you could be here for a while."

We settled down on the couch and I turned on Netflix and started a random movie. Hook looked at the TV in shock, and then turned to me with a look that screamed "Explain this magic to me right now."

"It's not magic," I said with a laugh. "It's called a TV, and you can watch movies- like moving pictures- on it."

After about twenty minutes, Hook announced that the movie was a bloody waste of time, and I closed it, because I was getting tired as well. I went to my room and pulled out my suitcase, and began throwing in some clothes. As an afterthought, I went to the nursery and threw in some clothes for my baby. I had no idea when or if we would ever come back to the apartment, so if the baby came while I was in Storybrooke, I needed to be ready.

"We need to take the car seat and the stroller," I sighed, glancing at Hook as I emptied the drawers of all the baby clothes. "The baby could be born in Storybrooke."

"Lass, when is the baby due to be born?" Hook asked with trepidation.

"The doctor said that I'm due in three weeks." I explained to Hook. "So, if the baby is born in Storybrooke, she'll need all this stuff."

Hook swallowed, suddenly looking nervous. I had never seen Hook nervous, so this was a little strange. "Calm down. Everything is going to be fine." I said softly. "We should get to bed, because we need to leave really early tomorrow."

Hook's only response was to nod, and he didn't even say goodnight to me before settling down on the couch I had laid out a couple of blankets on for him.

I woke to the feeling of Hook's warm's arms wrapped around me as I gasped for breath. My heart was racing and the images of my vivid dream were still replaying through my mind's eyes.

"I'm sorry, I woke you up," I whispered against his chest. "You can go back to sleep."

"It's alright, lass, I was already awake," He said softly as he stroked my hair. "Do you want to talk about it?"

"It's the same dream, over and over again," I said softly. "I always dream about you, even when I didn't have my memories."

"You saw me in your dreams?" Hook asked in amazement. "When did it start?"

I swallowed nervously. I hadn't told Hook about how I'd lost one of my babies earlier in the pregnancy. "When I first found out I was pregnant, the doctor said I was going to have twins."

"Wait, you're having two babies?" Hook asked, his face filled with fear and excitement.

"No, one of them died," I whispered, not looking at his face. "I was so stupid- it was all my fault. My stomach was hurting, but I didn't go to the hospital. Henry came home and found me covered in blood, but by the time he called the ambulance, it was too late."

"It wasn't your fault, Swan," Hook whispered reassuringly. "It might feel like it, but it's not."'

"I blamed myself for months," I whispered. "I just felt that if I had gone to the hospital right away, things might have turned out differently."

"Lass, look at this," He whispered, gesturing at my belly. "We're going to have a beautiful baby in a couple weeks. You need to look for the silver lining."

"I know," I conceded. "But it doesn't change how I feel."

"We can hurt together," Hook whispered, tightening his hold on me. "Now, tell me about your dreams."

"I never knew who you were. You would always disappear the second before I could get closer to you." I explained. "That's why I was so scared when you showed up. It seemed impossible- there was no rational explanation as to why I dreamed about you."

"It's ok now," Hook said softly. "I'm not going to leave you, not ever."

"It was different tonight," I whispered. "When you disappeared, the Witch took your place."

"It won't happen," He said firmly. "It was just a dream."

Reassured, I fell back asleep in his arms, and this time, there were absolutely no nightmares.

The drive to Storybrooke was rather uneventful. Henry had fallen asleep in the back of the car and Hook was trying his best to stretch his long legs in the cramped car. Between the suitcases, the stroller and the car seat, there was really no room to move an inch. We had left early in the morning and it was a rather long drive.

Hook had discovered the radio a couple of hours ago and had flipped through practically every station. He paused on a song that he seemed to like and I rolled my eyes at the lyrics. As the song got more and more risqué I felt my cheeks heat up until I felt very uncomfortable. From Hook's expression, I could tell that he was enjoying my pain.

Been around the world, don't speak the language

But your booty don't need explaining

All I really need to understand is

When you talk dirty to me

Talk dirty to me...

I sighed with relief as the song finally ended. From the looks of it, this was going to be a very long drive.

"I rather like the music in this realm," Hook said with a grin. "We should try out a couple of those suggestions in that song."

"No, we are not doing anything." I said firmly. "Don't get any ideas."

"Too late for that, love," Hook grinned at me.

When we finally arrived in Storybrooke, it was late in the evening. I parked on the side of the road and decided that the first thing I had to do was to go and see Mary Margaret and David.

"Hook, can you stay here with Henry?" I asked quietly, not wanting to wake Henry.

"Aye, lass," Hook said. I watched him attach his hook on with a grin. "Much better."

"It's just as cursed as I remember," I said quietly as I looked around the quaint town. I wondered if this was Regina's fault, but I couldn't see why she would recast the Dark Curse. Maybe to get back to Henry…

"Where are you off to?" Hook asked as he leaned against my car.

"To see my parents," I said grimly. I had a feeling that neither of them would be happy to know about my pregnancy. And what would Neal say? I swallowed nervously. Coming back to Storybrooke suddenly seemed like a really bad idea.

I took a deep breath before knocking on the door. My heart was hammering in my chest. What if this new curse had taken all their memories again and they couldn't remember who I was?

I finally gathered up my courage and knocked. A few moments later, the door opened and David stood there.

I searched his face desperately, but there was nothing but shock in his expression. "Wait, please don't close the door! My name is-"

"Emma!" David said, the relief and happiness evident in his voice. "You remember us?"

"Yeah, of course. How do you remember me?" I asked, following him into the living room.

"Why are you here?" David asked in confusion. "Regina gave you new memories and a new life with Henry."

"Hook came back and brought me," I said with a shrug. "He said there's a new curse and that my family is in danger and back in Storybrooke."

"Hook?" David questioned, and then his eyes finally landed on my stomach. "Emma…?"

"As you can see, it's been a busy eight months," I said with a sigh.

"So, we've really been gone for eight months?" David questioned. "The last thing we remember is the curse washing over us and then waking up in bed, here."

"It really has," I said with a sigh. "Who would do this to you?"

"Never mind that now," David said, switching into protective father mode. "How did that happen?" He gestured at my very pregnant form.

I went bright red, but at that moment, I heard my name and suddenly Mary Margaret came and gave me a fierce hug. "Emma!" She hugged me tightly and looked at me with happiness. When she stepped back a moment later to stand by David, my mouth fell in shock.

"A lot has happened here too," David began. "We just woke up, thinking it was a normal day in Storybrooke, but obviously, it wasn't."

Mary Margaret was pregnant. She wasn't as large as I was yet, but she still looked to be about four or five months along. It made sense, given that it had only been eight months ago that the curse had separated us.

"Emma!" Mary Margaret gasped in shock. "You're pregnant too! Did you meet someone?"

"No, I didn't meet anyone," I said, walking over to the couches with Mary Margaret and David.

"Then how did…" Mary Margaret broke off as recognition dawned on her face. "It's Hook's baby, isn't it?"

David's face went bright red, and I could tell that he was furious. "Hook did this? That son of a-"

"Ok, stop," I said, holding up my hands. "Yes, it's Killian's baby. But I want him to be a part of my life, and the baby's life."

David just sat there, boiling in anger, but Mary Margaret looked more thoughtful. "So, you didn't know who the father was?"

"No, I thought I was going crazy," I said with a smile. "I couldn't believe that I was pregnant."

The doorbell suddenly rang, and David immediately got up to get it. I moaned when I saw that it was Hook. David wasted no time in slapping Hook right across the face.

"Mate, what was that for?" Hook asked with a moan, rubbing his already red face.

"For Emma," David growled, glaring at Hook, who looked like he wanted to disappear inside the Jolly Roger and never come out.

"Sorry, mate," Hook said with a sigh. "But, I was a gentleman. I am always a gentleman."

"Yeah, whatever." David still looked angry, but he allowed Hook to come inside.

"I got a room at Granny's, Swan," Hook announced. "Henry's in bed and Granny said she would keep an eye on him."

"Good," I said. "Now, tell us everything you remember about this curse."

"More like everything we don't remember." David said in a sullen voice as he took a seat next to Mary Margaret.

"We just woke up in our bed like it was a normal morning, but it wasn't." Mary Margaret gestured at her small belly. "We don't know who cursed us or why."

"We need to find out who took your memories," I said. "We'll search the whole town if we have to."

Hook cleared his throat a bit, and said, "Love, I think you should rest. The baby could be here any day now."

"I'm pregnant, not handicapped," I snapped at Hook. "And it will be weeks before the baby is born."

"Hook's right," Mary Margaret spoke up. "You need to rest, and I'm going to make sure you do."

Hook grinned at me victoriously, but David's glare wiped the smile off of his face. "Don't think I'm going to let you off that easily. This is my daughter that you banged up."

"We'll meet back here tomorrow morning," I said to Mary Margaret and David. "But I should get back to Henry."

"Where's the pirate going?" David asked suspiciously.

"I rented a room for myself as well, mate," Hook said evenly. "But I'm flattered that you are concerned about me."

"Shut up." David snapped. "I was concerned about Emma."

I pushed Hook out before David and Hook got into a full blown fist fight. Hopefully, Mary Margaret could talk some sense into him.

"That went well," Hook grumbled as we walked back to Granny's.

"Don't worry, he'll get over it." I sighed, squeezing his hand reassuringly.

A sudden squawking and rush of feathers suddenly came out of nowhere, and Hook pushed me behind him. It looked like a flying monkey, but that was impossible. And then I remembered that nothing was really impossible, especially in Storybrooke.

"Stay back, love," Hook yelled, brandishing his hook and trying to get close enough to injure the strange beast.

The monkey managed to push Hook out of the way and I had only enough time to shield my belly before the monkey came rushing at me. A painful stinging in my arm told me that the monkey had drawn blood. With a loud squawk of triumph, the monkey suddenly flew off as quickly as it had come.

"What the hell was that?" I gasped, trying to assess the damage that the monkey had done to my arm.

"Emma, you're hurt!" Hook said in alarm, rushing over to examine my arm. "We need to get you to the hospital!"

"I'm fine." I said soothingly, but Hook didn't look satisfied. He examined my hand carefully, and didn't let me move until he was satisfied that I wasn't in any immediate danger. "It barely scratched me and my arm isn't even bleeding anymore."

"It looked like a flying monkey." Hook said as we continued walking towards Granny.

"Then it looks like we have our first clue as to who is terrorizing this town." I said. "It'll only be a matter of time before we catch them."

Zelena POV

"You saw the savior?" I inquired sharply. "Are you sure?"

More squawking ensued, but I managed to get the important parts from the nonsense. "She was with the pirate?" I smiled thoughtfully. "So there is something between those two."

"Anything else?" I asked in an offhand voice, going to the kitchen of my makeshift farmhouse. No one would be able to find me here, which is exactly why I chose this location.

"The Savior is pregnant?" I gasped as a slow smile spread over my face. Now I wouldn't have to wait for several long months for Snow White's baby to born. I could complete my plan in days, thanks to the Savior. The Savior and her pirate captain, and their little infant, would do perfectly.

"Everything is falling into place," I grinned evilly. "Emma's child could be born any day!"

I laughed and waved the monkey away. Once he disappeared into the darkness, I walked over to my mirror, and with a click of my fingers, changed my outfit. "The Queen may be evil," I said, admiring my new dress. "But I'm wicked. And wicked always wins!"

Hi! It's me again. Sorry for the erratic update schedule- it's getting really crazy in my life, with the end of the school year coming up. I'm so sorry!

So… just a couple things about this chapter:

1) Hook finds Emma after eight months, so obviously Mary Margaret isn't as far into her pregnancy in this story. I know that in OUAT, Mary Margaret looks ready to pop! :)

2) I really enjoyed writing Hook vs. the Modern World! I might try to make a fun little collection of drabbles when my life slows down a bit.

3) I put the small part with Zelena at the end to tie up the chapter. Obviously, Zelena would have to wait a while for Mary Margaret to give birth, and that could be up to five months in the timeline of my story. So, the fact that Emma is giving birth in weeks is making my Zelena very happy.

Thank you for reading, and feel free to leave any questions/opinions in the reviews. See you with the next chapter sometime in the near future. :)

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