As soon as Emma walked in, David and Mary Margret we there, their hands crossed.

"What?" Emma asked, "did I like, do something wrong?"

"Where'd you get the coat?" Mary Margret asked, "who's is it?"

"Umm... err... well.." Oh shit. What was she supposed to do now?

"Umm... Hook gave it to me last night," Emma calling Killian Hook was really strange, but then again, her calling him Killian was strange 2 days ago, even though she dreamed about it for so long.

"Last night?!" David screamed, "LAST NIGHT?!"

"David," Mary Margret wasn't over reacting, she was probably saving it for another time, "calm down."

"CALM? CALM DOWN?!" He obviously wasn't calm, "SHE- HIM- LAST NIGHT! YOU REALLY THINK I CAN BE CALM?"

"No, David, I didn't, I swear," Emma argued, "I was just on the docks and he came out and we talked."

"Or kissed," he mumbled, but Emma could still hear him.

"We didn't-I didn't."

"Yeah right," David was going to say more but Mary Margret stopped him. Her voice was still gentle, doesn't she ever get angry?

"Just hear her out."

"Yeah," Emma repeated, "hear me out. I was on the docks. Kil- Hook came, and we talked and he saw I was cold and gave me his coat. Nothing more, nothing less."

"Yeah, okay," David was calm after this, too calm. What was he planning? A thought hit her head about what he would do to Killian.

"Don't hurt him," she blurted out, and immediately regretted it.

"Hurt him?" David asked suddenly, and his eyes lit up.

"You care for him," Mary Margret's voice was as soft and tender as it ever was.

"What? No, no, no, I don't. He's a pirate. I wouldn't-"

"But you could, Charming fell in love with me. In just one adventure. What if you fell for him during your adventure together. I mean, no one knew what happened except you and him, Killian, Jones, Hook whatever you want to call him. But I know true love when I see it."

Emma was flabbergasted, "no, you're wrong."

Mary Margret was wrong, and she wasn't in love with Killian. She didn't want to admit that she was right. She didn't want to believe it. He was a pirate. One that only wants Milah and revenge, she told herself that so many times and wanted to believe it. Killian Jones- Captain Hook- was a pirate. He was a thief, like her. But she was a "princess", a princess. She wanted to forget that she just thought she was a princess. Emma Swan was nothing like a princess. Not even close to one. She was everything a princess wasn't. But she was also what a princess was some of the time. Caring. Nice. Gentle. But hell, if someone pissed her off, she'd be- she didn't even want to think about it. She was not a princess, even if the bloodline said so, even if they could prove it. She was not a princess and never will be.

Emma's gaze lifted from the ground and turned to Mary Margret and David, whom were whispering among themselves. What are they talking about? Me she thought, me and Killian. He better not hut him. Emma slipped out to the decks and felt a cool breeze welcome her. Finally free...

Emma stood there, right outside the door where Mary Margret and David were talking, and closed her eyes, letting her soul fly. Just like Peter Pan. Exactly like Peter Pan. She wanted to go on adventures, not be a person lie detector, track people, and arrest them, or a sheriff. She wanted freedom, happiness, and support, love. Love. She desperately wanted love. Love, not the ones from her parents, Mary Margret or David; the love from another, the love from Killian Jones.

Emma felt someone shove her slightly to her left, "at least move a little," the voice was from Regina. Her eyes were still closed, but she wasn't relaxed, quite on the contrary, she was stiff, as if someone petrified her. How can she relax now? Emma was in such a good mood a minute back, and Regina ruined it.

Emma sighed, what was the point of trying to relax now? She opened her eyes to walk to the front of the Jolly Roger, but stopped as soon as she saw Killian, slumped down, his head resting on the steering wheel. Instead of going to the front of the ship to enjoy herself, she put her arm under Killian's and tried to drag him into the captain's cabin; and she did, after about half an hour and she was sore, but he was comfortable. That's all that matter, wasn't it? Emma was trying to find a comfortable position in the chair across from where he was until he moaned and rolled around, and suddenly woke up.

His first thought must have been: what the bloody hell am I doing here? Then he saw Emma and his face softened, he raised an eyebrow, but didn't say anything.

"Hey," Emma said casually, "you didn't sleep so long."

"I didn't?" she felt the amount of sarcasm in his voice and tried to change the subject.

"You should sleep."

"And why may I ask," Killian was sitting up now, staring at Emma, who was still wearing his felt his eyes on her and gave him a look that clearly meant what.

He rolled his eyes and muttered nothing before he stood up, got dizzy and fell back on the bed. He let out a groan so loud that Emma thought her parents might get the wrong idea.

"Shut up," she hissed.

"Shut up? Blimey, you're in the captain's cabin, lass. And I control everyone on the ship; and I don't listen to peasants," he argued back and let out a fake groan that sounded ten times louder. Emma rolled her eyes and made her way to the door before turning back to ask him when they would get to Neverland, but he was already snoring.

...

Emma stood on the front of the ship, still hardly believing that it was flying and she was coming closer to find Henry. Henry. She missed him a lot, even if she wasn't there for him the first ten years of his life, she felt connected to him, like how Prince Charming would always find Snow White. When Henry first came to her doorstep, she wasn't surprised, she was living her nightmare. Always thinking that he would come find her and yell at her for giving him up; thinking he would leave her permanently scarred, in her heart. But she was wrong. The day Henry found her was one of the best days of her miserable life, and she remembered it like it was yesterday.

Well, it sucks to celebrate her birthday alone, but that how her life was. She lit the candle and stared at it, "another banner year," she whispers although she knows no one can hear her.

Emma blew out the candle, wishing she wouldn't have to be alone on her birthday and just at the moment, her door bell rang. Her gazed flicked to the candle she just blew out and walked to the door. A boy with brown hair stood there. Would her son look like this if she didn't gave him away. Was this her son? No. She wasn't supposed to think about him.

"Uh? Can I help you?" She asked.

"Are you Emma Swan," he asked, and now she was really panicking, was this her son?

"Yeah. Who are you?"

"My name's Henry, I'm your son."

No. How did he find her?

Henry pushed past her and walked into her apartment casually. Emma didn't want to appear to believe him, so she shut of her emotions that was just turned on by Henry, "Whoa! Hey, kid! Kid! Kid! I don't have a son! Where are your parents?"

His reply wasn't what she was expecting, "ten years ago. Did you give up a baby for adoption? That was me."

"Give me a minute," Emma said and pushed her way into the bathroom. She started panicking, her son. Her son. He didn't yell at her. He was well mannered. He was nice. And maybe, maybe, he can give her a chance to be his mother. No. What was she thinking?

"Hey, you have any juice? Never mind, found some." Emma placed her hand on the door and finally exits the restroom.

Henry was drinking juice straight from the bottle. Someone may have taught him manners, but she guessed it didn't matter if you were at someone else's- more specifically, your birth mother's house. Apartment. Thing.

"You know, we should probably get going."

Going? "Going where?"

"I want you to come home with me."

Aww... No EMMA SWAN. Snap out of it.

"Okay kid, I'm calling the cops," it took everything out of her to say that- maybe even more. She almost finished dialing 911, and hoped he would stop her.

"Then i'll tell them you kidnapped me," oh this kid had the guts.

She put down the phone, "and they'll believe me because I'm your birth mother."

"Yup."

"You're not going to do that," she was pretty sure anyways.

"Try me." Oh this kid, was so similar to her already.

"You're pretty good. But here's the thing – there's not a lot I'm great at in life. I have one skill. Let's call it a superpower. I can tell when anyone is lying and you, kid, are." it took Emma all the guts she had to say that.

"Wait... Please don't call the cops. Come home with me." He was practically begging; his puppy eyes looking right at her. Oh so unfair.

"Where's home?" She couldn't stop herself, she was curious.

"Storybrooke, Maine."

Storybrooke? "Storybrooke? Seriously?"

Henry nodded.

"Alrighty, then. Let's get you back to Storybrooke.

Emma snapped out of the flashback and remembered she had Killian's coat. She made her way to his cabin and was about to knock until she heard something. Charming. David. David was in there, yelling at Killian.