It had begun to rain. Emma tried to get back to sleep, but she couldn't ignore the distracting light glowing through the windows that overlooked the main deck. Hook was still out there. As she lied in the bed and stared at the flickering lantern, she worried about leaving him alone despite his wish for her to sleep.

After ten more painstaking minutes passed by, Emma wrapped a large blanket around her shoulders and walked out onto the deck. He was leaning against a rail, staring at the dark island in the distance. He was soaked head-to-toe from the rainfall though he didn't seem to be bothered by it.

"Hey," Emma yelled out to get his attention. He didn't move. "If you stay out here much longer, you're going to get sick." He closed his tired eyes and continued to listen to the rain and crashing waves. "Well?"

He gripped the railing and sighed, "I thought I told you to go to bed."

"You did," she joined him by his side at the railing, "but I couldn't leave you out here by yourself."

He chuckled lightly, "of course you couldn't."

"I did pretty well today, huh?" She smiled at him in a last-ditch effort to elicit any kind of response. He glared at her incredulously.

"You nearly lost your life."

"Yeah but I did convince my parents."

"It wasn't so much you, as it was him. I've never seen Pan act so sloppy. It's not like him to let his emotions interfere with his work."

"I didn't think he had emotions." Emma felt the cold rain begin to seep through the wool blanket. No matter how hard she tried, she could not fight off the shiver that ran down her back.

Hook smiled, "You really ought to go inside, Emma. You're not used to this climate."

"You don't know that. Growing up, I was lucky if I even had a coat that fit me for the winter."

"You still shouldn't be out here."

"Yeah well neither should you," she argued as she offered the other end of the blanket. "I already have a concussion. If you get sick then we're really screwed."

He seemed confused by the gesture at first. After Emma shot him another insistent look, he reluctantly took hold of the blanket and wrapped it over his shoulder. A moment passed of their shared silence. Their breathing was synced with the rock of the ship and the steady crash of the tide.

"Enlighten me, Emma. What did you expect coming out here?"

"I don't know. I always just thought Peter Pan was a child in tights that flew around, saved Indian Princesses, had a little sidekick fairy and always fought with a knife. He was always the hero."

"Should I dare even wonder what you thought of me prior to our first encounter?"

"No," Emma was quick to answer in a short laugh. "That part you don't need to know. I guess that main thing was your rivalry with Peter Pan... it was all just fun and games. But this," she paused, "this is barely even the same story."

Emma stared at the gloomy island. Her gaze began where the waves rolled onto the shore and followed the line of brushing leaves up the mountain pass. The shimmering leaves from the forest danced with the gusts of wind from the storm. No matter how hard Emma tried, she couldn't imagine Henry anywhere on the island. Somewhere deep down in her senses, it just didn't feel right. "I can't feel him anymore."

She winced as she allowed her dark thoughts carry her to the worst possible outcomes, "I used to have this reassuring feeling that Henry was okay and that he was alive," her voice cracked. "After what I heard tonight, I don't think I'll be strong enough to get him through this."

Hook's voice softened, "Your son is alive. You have the best chance out of all of us to save the boy. I can assure you of that."

Emma frowned, "Honestly Hook, at this point, I don't think you can promise me that."

He sighed and took a step closer until the sides of their hips were hugging. "Unlike Rumpelstiltskin and the Queen, your magic is pure. It's drawn from the strongest source of power there is: true love. The motherly love you have for your son was powerful enough to destroy even that curse. Your son loves you and Pan can feel that. Keeping the two of you apart is running its toll on his strength. That's why you were able to harness magic against him. That's why Pan can't keep his wits around you. That's why he now feels threatened," Hook stared deep into her eyes and finally found that flicker of hope he had been so longing to see again. He smiled and whispered, "You're his only weakness, Emma."

She beamed and let out a choked chuckle, "Damn right."

Hook grinned, "I fought him off for nearly three centuries. Despite my skill with the blade and the loyalty of my crew, we were never successful. Not once did we ever best him. He and his boys always won no matter how hard we would fight. Never, in all the years I've known him, has there been any adversary that has posed a genuine threat to him. You truly are remarkable, Emma, you know that?" He pulled back a wet curl that had draped over her face. He hand rested on the side of her cheek as his focused deep into her eyes, "Do not doubt your strength even for a moment."

Entranced by sea blue eyes, Emma didn't notice their closing proximity until the front of their waists bumped against each other and a mere inch stood between their noses. She blinked a heavy raindrop off of her eyelash and smiled. Just his mere presence, his soothing voice and encouraging words were enough to replace her fear and doubt with hope.

His eyes slowly dropped to her wet lips as they curved upwards to show off her beautiful smile. He couldn't bring himself to avoid it any longer; the inevitable pull he felt for her. Whether it was how her wet ivory skin glistened amidst the pounding raindrops under the moonlight or how her iridescent eyes were now alit with sincere hope, he could not fight it.

Just as their lips touched, Emma felt an enormous tension that had been building inside of her melt away. His lips were shockingly smooth. The hand that rested on her cheek was warm. Her fingers weaved through his wet hair as she felt her heart flutter. He wrapped his forearm around her back and pressed her body against his. She could feel herself craving more and more as each delicious second ticked on.

The heat kept building and building until her knees finally buckled. Emma opened her eyes and was shocked to find her eyesight unable to keep up with her movements. Black spots began to cloud her vision as she nearly lost her balance. Hook quickly moved both arms to her waist and held her tightly against him, "Emma?"

"I," she began but couldn't seem to put her thoughts together. "It's my head." She felt the back of her head continue to heat up, "I… I can't see." The wind rushed against her face as she felt the weight lift from her feet. She could have sworn she was falling to the ground.

Her eyes flashed open again to lanterns rocking left to right. She was warm and dry, cocooned under several clean blankets. She was in Hook's bed... again. Mary Margaret held a cool wet rag against her forehead.

"Emma," she sighed with relief as Emma squinted from the light. Mary Margaret beamed with joy as she reached for the glass of ice water sitting near her bedside. She soaked the edge of the rag and laid it over Emma's forehead. The cold felt good in contrast to her burning hot skin.

Her head was throbbing and her heart was racing, but Emma couldn't resist reminiscing on her final moments before blacking out. She looked up at Mary Margaret, who was probably at least a little confused. She could not know what had just transpired with Hook. Just act natural, no better plan, play dumb. "What happened?"

"We think that you were sleepwalking. It must be because of the concussion. If Hook hadn't of found you, you would have gotten very sick lying out there in the storm."

"How long was I out?"

"Not too long, ten minutes tops," she leaned back and smiled, "all that matters is you're alright."

Emma leaned back and smiled, "Yeah."

Mary Margaret studied her daughter's hopeful expression with suspicion, "It's kind of crazy that he found you out in the storm at this hour of the night. I mean, what are the odds?"

Emma smiled calmly and nodded, "I'll be sure to thank him in the morning."

"Oh, I'm sure he'd love that," Mary Margaret grinned as she flipped the folded rag over to the cooler side. "Now go to bed," she smiled. "I'll be here in case you get up and decide to go… sleepwalking again."

Emma smiled and gratefully rested her head back down onto the feather pillow. Unlike before, she didn't feel burdened with fear or doubt. Her thoughts were excited and her body was calm. No more than five minutes passed before Snow could notice her daughter falling into a deep sleep.