A/N: By request of a Guest (haha rhymes) I have made this chapter longer. Thanks for reading, and for the reviews, favorites, and follows. I've decided to label the story as M due to language and sexual nature, and just to be safe. (Note that there is language in this chapter). Enjoy.

"Regina! No! Don't you dare! NOOOOOOOOO!" Emma shouted, horrified. She was on the verge of screaming. "Don't leave me here with him! Please dear God! NO!" Regina smiled evilly, holding an air of innocence.

"This is your punishment for scarring my son, Miss Swan. Hopefully now you two can work things out and leave your...shenanigans out of the public's eye."

"Regina, oh God... No! Not like this!" Emma sounded like she was about to commit suicide. "Not like this!"

"This shack is in the middle of the woods—far away from town. I have what you desire. I will be in my office upon your arrival." With that, Regina tossed the key, to the cell, in Emma's direction before slamming the door shut.

"You bitch!" Emma bellowed after her, thinking it was stupid to plea further, "When I get out of this, I'm beating your ass so bad that you'll wish that wraith took you back to Fairytale Land!"

"Are you done yet, love?" Hook teased, laughing heartily, silently thrilled at what Regina had just done.

...Because she had handcuffed them...together.

A few hours ago...

"Regina, you called?" Emma said, not sounding particularly happy.

Regina gazed up from her notes, which she had been staring intently at for the past few minutes. Her dark eyes hid her cruel intentions well. Inside, she was laughing. It was the perfect revenge. No one acted that way in front of Henry—not if she could help it...and she could. Two weeks ago, he had come home shocked and unable to speak.

She found out later that it had involved Emma, Hook, and a sundae.

"I just wanted to speak with you...about the incident a few weeks ago with Hook...that took place in front of my son," Regina informed the sheriff in a cold tone.

Emma closed her eyes and groaned. "How's he doing?"

"He hasn't left his bedroom for days."

I hope that pirate burns in hell.

"Damn... I'm so sorry—Hook—he...ah...attacked me. There was nothing I could do. I even chased after him."

"I don't think you understand," Regina said slowly, rising to pour herself a shot of brandy. "If Henry is going to be spending more time with you, then Hook can't be around... Would you like one?" She indicated a small glass.

"Uah..." Not particularly wishing to get on the mayor's bad side, Emma chose to give in, "Sure...thanks."

Too bad she didn't know that conniving Mayor Mills had spiked the brandy.

Regina handed her a shot, and Emma downed it in one go. "So...why did you call me in?"

"Because I have a plan, Miss Swan—a plan that will help make all my problems with you and Hook disappear."

"And what might that plan be?"

"Oh—you'll see..." Regina bared her teeth in a polite smile.

Emma clutched her head, suddenly feeling woozy. "What...was in that?" she whispered, easing down onto her knees and feeling vertigo take over. And then it hit her. Regina had put something in the drink. "Oh...shit," she moaned, before falling face first onto the tiled floor.

"That's right," Regina chuckled. "You're about to be in a world full of trouble, Miss Swan."

Present Moment...

"Get the hell away from me," Emma snarled, punching Hook in the face with her free, unrestrained hand. Hook fell back onto the dirt floor, laughing. What Emma failed to realize was that they were now chained together so the momentum of his fall would drag her down too. The force of his fall sent her sprawling across him. She now rested on top in a sexual position.

"I rather like this," Hook announced seductively, absolutely tickled. "Please—don't move anytime soon."

"You sick pig!" Emma pushed up off him.

"Relax, love."

Emma raised their handcuffed wrists. "I can't believe she did this." She was totally in denial. "That evil witch! When I get my hands on her, I'll—!"

"Well you won't be able to do anything if we're still chained together," Hook informed her coyly, grinning. "We're stuck together, in the middle of the forest, Swan. There aren't people around for miles—they wouldn't hear us..." His voice rose enthusiastically as she understood what he was implying. She punched him again, this time in the gut. Hook coughed. "For the love of God, woman! Stop hitting me! Why are you so violent?"

"Oh you haven't seen violent yet, buddy," Emma announced sarcastically, fingering the ground for the key to their cell. "Touch me and you die, do you understand?"

"I like them wild," Hook cracked.

Emma wanted to sob. Fuck this shit...

"Just...let's get out of here," she managed. It took a few tries, but after perseverance and Hook's incessant teasing, she was able to unlock their cell door. Emma towed Hook out of the shack with her. The bitch-Mayor was not in sight—probably back at town by now.

Through the trees, she could see storm clouds looming. They had an hour at most before it'd most likely start pouring and two hours before it got dark. And the last thing Emma wanted was to be stuck with Hook in the middle of the woods, at night, in a lightning storm.

"Come on, Hook. It's time to go on a witch hunt," Emma breathed.

"You just won't let this go, will you?" Hook asked, chuckling. He wagged his silver hook in front of her eyes. "Alright, Swan...let's make a deal."

"Here we go..." Emma moaned.

"I'll behave as long as...at the end of this, I get to give you a proper kiss."

"Rot in hell!"

"Suit yourself...I'm about to make this harder than it needs to be..." A smile danced on his lips, and his azure eyes sparkled childishly in the receding light.

"You assaulted me at Granny's diner in front of my son, you bastard! It's because of you that I'm currently in this situation—and Madame Mayor," she growled angrily, "did this."

"I should attack you in front of young Henry more often. Give Regina something to really shriek about." That gave Emma an idea. She didn't have to like Hook...but two people with the same goal in mind could work together united.

"Alright, Hook. I'll take you up on your offer as long as you do one thing for me."

Hook raised his eyebrows and stared sensually at her. "And what might that be, love?" he whispered softly into her face. Emma blinked and smacked him hard across the face so that he fell to the muddy ground, before placing a knee on his chest and glaring down at him.

"Enough with the sexual implying...my deal is that you help me burn Madame Mayor's precious apple tree upon our return. David has a blowtorch, and I can buy a spray can."

"Clever lass," Hook commented. "Deal... Now can you let me up? The quicker we get out of these woods, the faster we get to burn the bloody thing to the ground." She aided him to his feet, careful of his hook, and he thanked her.

Emma was thoughtful for a moment. When he wasn't harassing her, he actually wasn't too bad. In fact, he was handsome and enticing. She thought that she could have judged him too soon...maybe he wasn't as bad as she'd thought?

"You can't deny that you liked having my tongue all over your face, love."

Nope. Nevermind. All previous thoughts went out the window. "Screw you," Emma hissed, trying to hide her blush. He didn't miss it and laughed like the good ole' pirate that he was.

"You're blushing, Swan! Admit it—you enjoyed it. You did, didn't you?" he pressed her.

"Did not," Emma shot at him.

"You're in denial, love. I see it in your eyes." With that, he would not stop smirking. She hoped the damned pirate's face hurt after they were out of this. He may be laughing now—but when they got to Regina, she would be the one ripping off their cuffs and flinging them in his face. Even if she had to endure one of his kisses, setting Regina's prized apple tree up in flames would surely make up for it.

"So how exactly did that witch trap you?"

"Oh she didn't."

"What?" Emma paused.

"I came willingly when I heard I'd be tethered to you, love." He made an inappropriate growl in the back of his throat, and Emma really did feel like jumping off a cliff this time.

It was going to be a long few hours.

Three hours later...

Emma and Hook came stumbling into Regina's pristine office, soaked to the bone, muddy, and tattered. The mayor's eyes coasted over Hook before resting on Emma. She was wearing the pirate's long leather jacket. Twigs were in the Savior's blond hair. While Hook appeared to be in a pleasant mood, Emma gazed murderously at her.

"I have endured three goddamn hours with this man. Unlock these handcuffs right now before I make a scene, because sister, you have no idea what I'm capable of."

"So violent, Miss Swan," Regina said, pulling out the key to their handcuffs.

"You've noticed too?" Hook joked, staring at Emma with something like adoration. Regina suddenly wondered what had gone on in the woods because Emma smirked at him before finally freeing herself. "You're a tough lass who belongs on the ocean. Can't you see it, Swan?"

"The only thing I see in my mind's eye is a blowtorch."

"A what?" Regina asked, not understanding. "Did you say blowtorch?"

"Oh yes, Madame Mayor." Throwing the cuffs harshly on the floor, she stormed out of the office. Hook followed after her, shooting Regina a nasty grin that made her somewhat nervous.

...

She found out thirty minutes later what 'blowtorch' meant.

"Stop! What the hell are you two doing!?" Regina screamed. It was raining outside, but that did not stop the bonfire that now ensued. "My tree!" Hook held onto the blowtorch, running it up and down the flaming tree, laughing like a kid on Christmas morning.

"Burn, baby, burn!" Emma howled, lifting her hands up as if praising the god of fire. "Revenge never tasted so damn good!" Hook continued to laugh until the blowtorch ran out.

They sprinted off into the night like devious teenagers, leaving Regina to kneel in front of her beloved, blazing apple tree.

...

"Now...for that kiss, Swan...a deal's a deal."

He'd walked her home. They stood out of sight by the side of the house so that if anyone was looking, they would only see darkness. In the forest, they'd built somewhat of a rickety bond. When she'd started shivering, he'd put his jacket on her. When he'd fallen, she'd catch him with their linked chain and keep him steady. Still didn't mean they were friends though—she was still pissed at him.

Emma sighed, frowning. Her green eyes stayed firmly on his as he cupped her cheek with his calloused hand. As he came closer, she closed her eyes.

Cool lips pressed against hers and moved softly. It was not like the time he'd driven her cruiser off the wharf and into the ocean. No...this time, it was gentle and tender. They were wet and shivering—but not in response to the cold. Heat flooded through both of them.

Hook pulled away, blue eyes serious. "Goodnight, Emma."

With that, he was gone. Emma walked up to the house's porch and remained at the door stunned for a few good minutes.

It was the first time he'd said her name.

I know it's a little dis-jointed, but be happy? XD Somewhat of a tender moment at the end; guess it shows that Hook isn't ALWAYS a jerk. Not gonna lie—I really enjoyed writing the first scene with Emma. Laughed quietly to myself a few times. I love typing up one-shots :D