NOTE: I'm kind of lost here and I don't know what to do anymore. I had something planned and now it doesn't seem right. I'm sorry if I disappoint you.


Charming started running to the door, "Hook. You better stay away from my family. I've already warned you, nothing you have done has helped us."

"Oh, but mate, I saved your life. Don't you remember? I've kept your secret." Hook challenged.

"Wait. What are you talking about?" Snow butted in. She looked from Hook and her husband.

"Oh, if I told you then it wouldn't be a secret would it lass?" Hook said with a smug look on his face.

Snow then turned to her husband for an answer. He stood in front of her not wanting to tell her what happened in the Netherland woods. He took a deep breath.

"When we were battling Pan, the time where we 'cheated' by using magic to find Henry and not the map, I was hit by an arrow. It barely grazed me but it was one that had poison in the tip. I didn't want to tell you because I knew you would get upset, and we already had too much on our minds." He paused for moment thinking his wife would interject but she stood there listening. "It was getting worse every hour. Hook confronted me and said that I had days or, if I was lucky, weeks. We soon found a remedy for it and it was gone. I figured since it was gone, it wasn't something I needed to bring up." Charming concluded.

"This was a life or death situation and you didn't tell me?" Snow was infuriated.

"I told you that we had a lot on our minds! It's gone and I'm fine. We are all fine."

"The real question is – why are you here Hook?" Emma said to Hook.

"I came for you Swan."

"You will stay away from my daughter! I don't know how many times I have to warn you." Charming practically yelled.

"Just – just let me talk to him." Emma and Hook then walked out of the room together. When Emma and Hook were out of earshot of her parents, Hook looked in Emma's eyes with a faraway look.

"I… I have to leave Storybrooke," he said.

"Wh – I… I don't understand. You just came back."

"Well, I don't know if you've noticed but I'm not wanted here, and I have some unfinished business to take of." Hook paused. "I wanted to know if you wanted to come with me." He almost said to himself.

Emma thought about how her life would turn out by choosing a life on the seas. She imagined herself on the Jolly Roger, cool wind always blowing in her face, inhaling the scent of the salty water beneath her, staring off in the distance and always seeing ocean. It was a beautiful scene, but there was something missing.

"I can't leave Henry here. He might hate me now, but if he found out that I left without him knowing, he'd be completely devastated."

Hook looked around, "Where is your boy anyway?" Emma's expression immediately changed. Hook could tell that she was upset.

"He's with Regina. He saw us kissing and ran to her. I don't know when he'll forgive me, if ever." Emma then looked down at the ground, focusing on a spot on the floor that looked as if it had been stained by coffee. She stood there for a while, not saying anything. "I – I have to go. I have to get him, I need to explain."

Emma ran as fast as she could to Regina's big white house. Hook didn't bother trying to follow her. When she arrived, she pounded on the door and rang the doorbell simultaneously. Regina finally opened it until she saw who was standing in front of her. She immediately tried to slam the door, but Emma put her foot in the way stopping the door from fully closing.

Ow! She thought to herself, hoping that Regina couldn't tell that what she just did was pretty dumb.

"Miss Swan." Regina said calmly, "You need to leave this house immediately." Emma heard noises in the background; a bowl or glass being set on a counter, a chair sliding against wood and shuffling feet. Soon enough, Henry appeared at the doorway.

"Mom… I – " Henry started.

"Henry, get back inside," Regina interrupted. Henry didn't listen. He ran out to embrace Emma.

"I'm sorry." Henry said into Emma's shirt. Looking up he said, "I realized that by staying with my mom, I might lose you again and I don't want that."

"It – it's okay kid, I love you. You will never lose me; I will always be there for you." Henry smiled and they left Regina's house without saying goodbye.


Regina stood in the doorway watching her son walk away with Emma. She slowly shut the door and turned around. She slid down the door to the floor, while tears rolled down her cheeks. She didn't know how long she stayed there, she thought it had been hours but when she looked outside, the sun was still shining bright over the clock tower.


Henry and Emma walked down the main street in Storybrooke silently. Henry hesitated before asking, "Where did Dad go?" Emma swallowed and shrugged her shoulder.

"I really don't know." Emma pushed her hair behind her ear and looked in the direction where Neal had gone as if he were still there walking away. Emma was so lost in thought that she didn't realize that Henry was still talking to her.

"Mom?" Henry said for the third time.

"Sorry kid. What were you saying?"

"I asked if you love him."

"What?"

"Hook. Do you love him?" Emma took a deep breath.

"Yes. I love him." It felt good to tell somebody.

"Well then I'm happy." Henry realized that he couldn't control who his mom loved and if his dad was gone then, well, his mom could love someone else.

"You know, your dad stayed with Hook for a long time as a kid and Hook truly loved him." Emma told Henry.

"Why are you telling me this?" Henry asked a little confused.

"Because. He knows you're his son and he wants to know you too. He already likes you; you just have to let him in." This was true. She knew that Hook already loved Henry like he loved Neal.

"Then I guess I should meet him." Henry said with a smile.


NOTE: Please, please, PLEASE review because I want to know how I can improve. I take criticism pretty well, but also tell me if you enjoyed it and what you think should happen. Like I said earlier, my previous plans for the story aren't going to work out so I need to think of something in the meantime. Hope you enjoyed.