AN: I apologize this update took longer, but I was debating on what exactly to do, and I decided to skip a few episodes because of lack of Hook scenes, particularly Hook/Emma interaction scenes. Also, I decided to end this story here, because the interaction between Hook and Emma is minimal. So I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

As always, I don't own anything. Including Jell-o.

"In the Name of the Brother"

Loud noises surrounded him, and the pain from the impact was getting worse. He writhed in agony, trying to find some way he could breathe without each inhale being accompanied by stabbing pain. After a few minutes, he saw Emma exit one of the horseless carriages that approached. He moaned just a little louder, hoping to get her attention. The Crocodile and Belle were certainly pulling a lot of focus towards themselves, but he was not to be outdone.

Finally, Emma came and stood over him. He pushed aside the pain and tried to put on his standard air of non-chalance. "Hey, beautiful. Here I didn't think you'd- notice! Ahh!" he screamed as she pushed into his side.

"Your ribs are broken," she replied with little emotion.

"That must be why it hurts when I laugh," he played off his earlier exclamation. He didn't want to appear overly weak in Emma's eyes. It was time to put on the brave face again. "Did you see his face? His one true love gone in an instant! Just like Milah, Crocodile-when you took her from me!" Hook tried to stand, despite the agony in his chest.

"But you took her first." Hook's attempt to stand was immediately blocked by Rumple's foot in his gut.

"Gold, are you insane?!" Emma cried.

"Yes, I am!" he agreed, bending over to attack Hook once again.

"You can't do this!" another man said, trying to pull the Crocodile off Hook. He assumed from the similarity between the two that this was Emma's father, David.

"I can, if you let me go," Rumple protested.

"You don't want her to see that," Emma said, trying to appeal to Rumple's good side. Hook knew that that wouldn't work; the imp had no heart. He would have said so if the cane at his throat wasn't blocking all airflow in and out of his body.

"I'm a stranger to her," Rumple said sadly.

"Murder is a bad first impression." Emma tried again with the emotional appeal.

"What would Belle want you to do?" David asked.

Another screeching vehicle appeared, and the distraction of its incoming was enough for David to finally pull Rumple away from Hook. He tried to breathe as evenly as possible to avoid more of that stabbing pain in his chest.

"Over here!" David called to the men exiting the new vehicle.

Emma seemed to have forgotten about him as she directed the new men to the vehicle that had hit him. "Go, to him. Take care of him. He can wait."

Hook was upset for a moment, before one of the men came over and began checking him. "Your ribs are broken," he mumbled.

"Tell me something I don't know," Hook replied.

"Get me a cart here," the man said. A bed on wheels was brought over, and Hook was loaded onto it. "Don't worry buddy, we'll take care of you."

Hook was loaded into the moving box, and the men began moving around him, thoroughly checking him over. The pain was beginning to be too much for him to handle, and with no Emma to impress, he began moaning louder and more frequently."Give him five milligrams of morphine. That should help him be a little more comfortable," one of the men said. Hook flinched when he felt a small stab go into his arm, but he didn't even get a chance to complain before his pain began to melt away. Suddenly nothing seemed to matter but making sure that this good feeling didn't disappear. Within minutes, they had stopped, and were now unloading him.

"Driver hit a pedestrian. Stress trauma from the wheel. Pedestrian has contusions, broken ribs," the man that had ridden in the moving box with him was telling a woman.

"Go to x-ray, pedestrian first," the woman said.

Emma spoke up. "Hide him."

"What?" the woman asked.

"Find a room and hide him." Hook was hurt, though only emotionally this time, for a moment, before he realized that Rumplestiltskin was going to be coming in shortly to look for his love. Maybe hiding right now wouldn't be such a bad thing.

Hook woke up as he felt the pain in his chest reemerge. It was duller now, but still very present. He opened his eyes slowly, and found himself looking into Emma's beautiful face.

"Where's Cora?" Emma asked forcefully. He winced, wishing that this could be like the last time; her bandaging him carefully from the fairy sword wound. He tried to sit up, but a handcuff prevented him.

"Again? You're really into this, aren't you?" He tried to move, but his chest burned at the action. "Damn, that hurts."

Emma stood up. "Told you. You cracked a few ribs. Where's Cora?"

"You look good, I must say, all 'Where's Cora?' in a commanding voice. Chills." This was now about getting Emma again, and it had nothing to do with Cora or his relationship with her, so there was no need for him to share.

"You have all sorts of sore places. I can make you hurt." He smiled, knowing she wouldn't really inflict harm on him. She moved forward to push on his side gently, and he twisted away, his pain emotional as well as physical. Her point was made very clearly.

"I've no idea where Cora is, she has her own agenda. Let's talk about something I am interested in, my hook. May I have it back? Or is there another attachment you'd prefer." He smiled at her, remember some very good times using things other than his hook.

"You're pretty chipper for a guy who just failed to kill his enemy, then got hit by a car," Emma said, clearly not amused by this conversation.

"Well, my ribs may be broken, but everything else is still intact, which is more than can be said for all the other bad days I've had." He settled back into the bed, quite pleased with just how soft and comfortable things were in this world. "Plus I did some quality damage to my foe."

"You hurt Belle," Emma emphasized.

"I hurt his heart. Belle is just where he keeps it. He killed my love. I know the feeling." As he spoke the words, he realized that the feeling was fading. Emma had become his whole world, and if she asked him to, he would forget all about Rumplestiltskin in an instant.

Emma leaned forward, but not quite close enough for the contact that he craved. "Keep smiling, buddy. He's on his feet, immortal, has magic, and you've hurt his girl. If I had to pick dead guy of the year, I'd pick you."

Hook replied with a smile that refused to meet his eyes. Emma mirrored the action, then walked away. He tugged once again on the cuff, hoping that possibly it would give. But nothing was going right for him.

The absolute boredom that existed in being chained to a bed and not having a single person around to share the experience with was finally broken up when Emma's mother entered the room, carrying a covered tray. He sat up as straight as he could to appear in control of the situation at hand, despite the handcuff. "To what do I own this pleasure, milady?"

"Save your flirting, Hook. It seems everyone in this hospital is too busy taking care of people that actually need help, leaving me the only one "trained" to bring you a meal," she answered curtly. She played the tray on a tiny table, then slid it over hang rest directly in front of Hook. Without another word, she began to walk out the door.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty," he called her back, hopping that his tone portrayed more deference than sarcasm, "I can't help but notice a problem here." Hook held up what remained of his left appendage, and pulled his right hand as far forward as it could go, falling incredibly short of what he assumed was his dinner.

Mary Margaret appeared flustered and unsure for the first time since he had met her. She had always cut a very confident and impressive figure back in the Enchanted Forest, but something seemed to be catching her off-guard at the moment. "Sorry. Emma gave me the key, I just forgot to actually let you go." She returned to the side of his bed, and seamlessly removed the offending restraint. Despite his usual need to always be as nonplussed as possible, he longed for another hand so he could rub at the raw ache in his wrist.

"Thank you," he said with a wink, earning him the eye roll she had passed on to her daughter.

"Goodbye Hook," she said, exiting the room.

Hook lifted the cover and breathed in deeply, prepared to enjoy how rich all the smells were in Storybrooke. He had yet to sample the food for himself, being confined to his ship interrogating the cricket since he arrived. But the few moments he had spent in town, and the stories that Emma had told left him already salivating for the fares. The meal he had been presented emitted little aroma, leaving him only with the choice to taste the food. He lifted the fork from the tray and speared a piece of the meat that was floating dark brown sauce, and lifted it to his mouth eagerly.

Less than a second later, he was mentally proclaiming Emma the worst liar ever and spitting out the tough, unpalatable excuse for food. Whatever that was, it did not come from any animal he would be eating more of, and he had had his fair share of chimera in the past. Hook turned to a pile of dark orange mush next, hoping that there may be some redeeming quality to the meal. He was more wary this time, and he only placed a small amount on the very tip of the fork and placed it on his tongue. Again, it only took seconds before this vile concoction was once again on the tray.

"Maybe third time is the charm," he murmured as he moved his fork towards a small bowl of a red, semi-clear substance. A tiny movement occurred when the utensil came in contact with the "food," and he jumped out of the bed, finally fed up with someone's lame attempt to poison him.

"What kind of poison is this?" he yelled out as he ran into the hallway.

"Sir, you need to return to your bed," a woman said, disregarding his question.

"No! I demand to know who is trying to kill me!" Hook defied her.

Mary Margaret appeared at his left. She took his arm and gently led him back into the room he had emerged from. "Hook, get back to bed. No one is trying to kill you, at least right now. And if they were, I'm certain they could find a way that's much more effective than death - by - Jell-o."

AN: I apologize for the abrupt ending, but it just seemed like a good place to stop without making it longer and longer. I wanted to add my own contribution to what Hook's Jell-o scene might have been like. I think I may be more excited about that deleted scene than anything else that may be included in the Season Two DVDs.

Thank you so much to everyone who reviewed and favorited/followed this story. I had no idea how much people would enjoy my own random interjections to Eddy and Adam's brilliant writing. Thank you!