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"JAMES" Fiona growled trying to kick her foot free from his hand while steering the glider.

While this was happening Fiona and James didn't notice the large black cloud that was coming towards them until it was too late to do anything about it. Lightening streaking across the sky was the first indication either of the pair had to what was in front of them.

"Ahh crap not again." Fiona exclaimed as they were swallowed by the cloud.

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When Fiona opened her eyes this time a familiar sight lay in front of her she was back in her own world soaring above a landscape she knew well.

"Fiona, are you alright? Fiona answer me!" a frantic Hook asked trying to discern if she was still conscious behind him.

"Wha… oh yeah I'm still here, I think we should land before anything else happens. The clouds still look thundery and I would rather be on the ground than hit by lightening. "

"This isn't neverland; do you have any idea where we are?"

"I'll be more certain when we land James so hang tight while I land."

20 minutes later they were on the ground and Fiona was making her way down a small path with the confidence of someone who knew the route well. Hook followed with an uneasy feeling starting to settle in his gut. She knew exactly where she was which meant that he was at the disadvantage a feeling that he didn't like one bit.

"Where are we headed my dear? You seem to know this route rather well for someone who didn't know exactly where she was a few moments ago."

"I'm home James I've made it back I can go back to my old life and everything will be right again."

"I think you are forgetting something sweetheart, I have come with you so everything will not be returning to normal for you until you return me home."

"James you have no authority over me here so I suggest you…."

James shoved Fiona the nearest tree pinning her hands behind her back and placing a hook against her neck.

"What were you going to suggest hmmm?"

"James let me go!" Fiona demanded trying to struggle against the weight that hook used to keep her flat against the tree.

"No I don't think I will, although I would stand very still if I were you. I wouldn't want to damage you with my hook." Drawing some rope from his coat pocket Hook very quickly tied Fiona's hands together with a secure knot.

"What are you doing? Let me go."

"Just a little insurance policy that you don't leave me behind and so we can come to some sort of deal about you getting me home."

"I have kept my end of the original deal Hook." Growled Fiona, her face still pushed against the tree.

"You may have kept one side of the deal, but you continually break the other. My name is James precious you would have thought that you would have learned that by now. Now I propose a new deal, you take me back up in your flying contraption and get me home and I will let you go free."

"We can't go up again now, we'd likely die in the approaching storm you idiot."

"Well then I suggest we go somewhere cosy and chat about how you are going to get me back to the Jolly Roger." Hook finally let her away from the tree leaving Fiona unsteady on her feet having no hands to balance her. "Now get a move on my dear I don't want to get caught in the rain."

"How on earth do you expect me to navigate down the trail with my hands tied behind my back? I'm likely to fall and break an ankle or something."

"Oh you'll manage precious and I'm not about to let my only way of getting home get hurt now am I. If you begin to fall I will be there to catch you."

"Oh that's really reassuring I'm with a pirate who has tied my hands because he thinks I will run."

"Just start walking my dear the sooner we get to your home the sooner we can sort out this problem."

In a huff Fiona made her way carefully to her car which was parked in the trail car park halfway down the hill. When they reached their destination Fiona stood beside her car and tapped her foot waiting patiently for Hook to notice something was wrong as she had decided not to talk to him.

"Why have you stopped? We need to get to a road to hail a carriage."

Thoroughly exasperated now Fiona growled at Hook.

"This is your transport, if you hadn't realized from my paraglider things have moved on. Now if you untie my hands we can get in my car and I will drive us to my home."

"You mean this shiney monster is a form of carriage."

"Yes Hook this is a car now untie my hands."

"Give me your word that you won't try anything funny."

"I'm not going to leave you here you idiot, who knows what trouble you might get into."

Hook turned Fiona around and swiftly put his hook through the rope wrapped round her hands.

"I must say my dear that transport certainly has come a long way from my time in London. What is our destination?"

"My house on base." Fiona panicked for a second "S… how am I going to get you past the guards wearing that? We are going to have to go shopping for clothes first and sorry James but the Hook will have to go until I get you past the guards. Maybe I will be able to get a prosthetic hand for you."

"My dear you promised no funny business, now you are asking me to remove my hook? Is that not a little suspicious? Hmm and what on earth is wrong with my clothes, yes they may be a little dated but gentleman's fashions can't have changed that much over the years."

"Just get in the car James; I will have to sort everything when we get to the shops. The hook will have to come off in public though or you will get us arrested for possession of an offensive weapon."