Sorry this is a little on the short side!

Emma's POV

Emma could feel the pirate's eyes on her, and she shifted a bit. She disliked the foreign clothes, but her normal ones had been too itchy to bear. She sighed a little trying to let go of her irritation at Hook. She wished he could drop it with the "Oh you love me, you know it," thing.

"Something up, love?" asked Hook, raising his eyebrow at her.

"Hmm? Oh no, let's go find the kitchen's I'm starved." She hurried off, the captain close on her heel.

She wandered around a bit, and Emma relaxed and started to laugh a bit at Hook's comments on aspects of the palace.

"Is this place run by ghosts? I see no one around… that's be an interesting story, wouldn't it lass? 'Ghost King Aladdin and his lovely wife, the Shrieking Jazzy!'"

Sometimes Emma was grateful for Hook's slightly dark sense of humor.

"Come on, I smell food." Without thinking, Emma grabbed the sleeve of Hook's shirt and dragged him along. They ended up in a tall archway, the smell of sizzling fish and some sort of fruit meeting their noses.

"You are quite the hound, love. Careful, don't follow that nose everywhere!"

Emma rolled her eyes.

Her annoyance was fleeting, however, because she was starved and there was much food in front of her.

"Anything in particular you would like, miss?" a little girl asked Emma. In her hands she held a basket of soft rolls, which she offered to Emma and Hook. Both took one, and Hook one more. They traversed around the kitchen a bit, taking bites here and there. Neither thought of politeness, for all the maids and cooks seemed to know who they were.

It's like I really am a princess thought Emma.

When they were satisfied, the two walked off, but soon realized they had nowhere to go. Without any distractions, Emma started to feel the fright of losing her whole family and being in a new world set in. she sat down on a bench and covered her face with her hands, trying to block out the harsh sun. What time was it, anyways?

"You miss them, and you are worried my ship coming with us left them completely alone."

Emma started at Hook's words.

"I am not going to have a heart felt conversation with you, Hook."

"I'm just saying you should lighten up a bit. Perhaps if you lose the wistful look that says 'Oh woe betide! I have need of a way to get back to my family who is probably dead!'" Hook's words were less than reassuring.

"Well I'm sorry to disappoint, but maybe the fact that I am in another dumb cartoon is making me edgy!" Emma whirled around and stomped off, away from the pirate. She didn't go in any certain direction; she just didn't want to be around him. She could tell he was following her, but she didn't acknowledge him in the slightest.

"Emma! Wait up! What have I done now?" Hook lightly touched her arm, but she shied away.

"Look, I won't get all 'friendly' with you just because I am not as cheerful as I could be. So don't try to comfort me. I am not some silly damsel in distress, so I don't need saving. I know I seem a little shaken up, but that's because I am. I have no idea if Neal is even alive, I don't know what happened to my parents, and for all I know Greg and Tamara could be torturing my son! SO I am soo sorry if I seem a little on edge to you! Hook, you're a pirate! You don't do 'moments' and neither do I. We both know what is between us, and right now that is a mutual need to get back to our world, or at least wherever my family is." Emma was out of breath after her rant, and a sudden wave of exhaustion overcame her. She glared at Hook, daring him to follow her up the stairs to her room. Once there, she collapsed and stared at the ceiling. She was angry. Hell, she was furious. What had she done to deserve this messed up, upside down life! She just wanted her son back, and maybe she wanted to forgive Neal, at least a little bit. Henry liked him, and her son was like a bridge over a horrible chasm that was Neal and Emma's relationship.

If she were to ever make it out of this god-forsaken desert she would never leave Henry again. She loved him too much.

With those thoughts, Emma swan drifted off to sleep, oblivious of the pirate standing outside her makeshift door like a sentinel, standing watch over a precious treasure.