The fourth chapter!

I'm excited, it feels as if I'm making progress!

I got a question in the reviews (I did a happy dance) but I'm not sure how you answer them and I saw another person answering it here, so that's what I'll do.

asked:

I like your story...I'm really curious about Emma and Hook's backstory...She doesn't have Henry here isn't it? And of course I wonder about what the curse did this time apart from the frozen thing. And does Emma know that someone is supposed to be the saviour or she just thinks that is not true, does she even know that the EF is cursed? And why does she want to go there, just for adventure and where's Neal?( not that I care about him, just curious).
I bet that Emma must have fell in the water, will he save her?

First of all, thank you! In this chapter you'll be given quite a lot of answers, but not every single one.

Emma isn't aware that the EF is cursed. She unconsciously wanted to go there, because… Well, read the chapter! Other than that, I wanted this story to keep every reader guessing and wondering and some of it will be given away in the end. I really do hope you enjoy! And with the water, yes, she fell in! ;)

Thank you for the reviews, follows and favs everyone! xxx

Better not to breathe than to breathe a lie
'Cause when I open my body I breathe a lie

She could hear it scream. The doctor smiled so happily, why was he happy? She had just given birth to a baby whose father was the worst man in history, hell, she had just given birth to a baby whom she could never se again.

"Emma, you can still be a mother, you know that?"

Emma felt a growing hate towards the doctor, she could never be a mother. She could smell his dangerous lie even from where she was laying, sweaty and tired.

The doctor was holding the baby, slowly rocking it. He held out the baby towards her.

"It's a boy, Emma, a perfectly healthy boy."

She couldn't look at the baby; she knew she would do something stupid.

It's for his own good, she told herself, closing her eyes.

"I can not be a mother, I'm sorry, just please get him out of here."

Emma could hear the doctor walk out of the room, stopping in the door.

"I think you would've been a good mother, Emma."

Lies, lies, lies, lies.

Would people ever stop lying to her?

Emma opened her eyes. At first she couldn't really see, the light made her eyes irritated and it was all blurry. She felt an aching pain in her head. One of her hands reached up for her eyes, rubbing them to get better vision.

Where was she? Emma had never before seen this place and even if she usually were perfectly calm this freaked her out a bit.

It wasn't freezing cold but it definitely wasn't warm either so when Emma sat up she pulled the blanket she had over her body tighter towards her. The blanket was made out of wool, thick and smelled like salty water.

Her head started aching even worse when she sat up but she tried to ignore it. She could feel the room rocking slowly and on one of the walls was full of windows, showing her the sea with now calm waves. Emma understood she still was on the ship but she had never seen this room before. It was huge compared to the other rooms on the ship and contained one big bed, a dresser, the small sofa she was on, some bookcases and two paintings. The furniture was made out of old, rich wood and the walls had a dark crimson colour with gold markings. In the ceiling there were more wood, holding up the whole ship.

Emma's brain was slow but after a while she understood where she was; the Captain's Quarters, also known as Hook's room. She shivered a bit, not sure if it was because of the cold or the freaky realisation that she was in Hook's room.

She looked around again, her brain telling her to find clues about him, everything could be useful even if she didn't know how or when.

Emma tried to stand up even if her whole body screamed at her not to and it was when she fully stood up she noticed her clothes. It wasn't her clothes, it was somebody else's but they were on her body. She looked down at them, trying to take it all in; it was a woman's clothes, that much she was sure of. They fit her nicely and she didn't really care about the clothes that wasn't what she was freaking out over, but about that somebody must have put them on her. Hook. Emma felt sick by now, both from her head and from the thought of Hook undressing her. Why had he done it?

She took a step towards the dresser. Up on the dresser she found small drawn picture of a woman. Emma had never seen her before and her slow brain wondered silently who it was. Hadn't that Smee told her something? Emma's brain worked the hardest it could, making her forget the aching a bit. A name popped into her head.

Milah? Who..? Suddenly she remembered. She took another look at the woman in the drawn picture, long, wavy and dark hair and piercing light eyes. Emma felt as if she had seen this face before; it was at least familiar to her.

Could this woman really be the one who made Hook this way?

Hook felt furious by now. He had always hated storms; they made him think of Milah and now this whole mess… He understood that his anger wasn't really anger, it was concern and pain but since when did he feel concern? If he wouldn't had needed the Saviour he would have thrown her out by now, her presence made him annoyed, that was what he told himself at least.

The storm had gotten calmer and some of the men had already started drinking again and two of them had started dancing, doing everything they could while trying to keep warm. They made him angry with their happy dance; he didn't want them here, not now.

"Stop dancing you two, get out of here." He screamed at them. The two pirates stopped and stared at him.

"NOW!" ¨

He felt as if he was spitting fire when they started to tumble around trying to get to the downer deck. Hook wanted nothing else than to get out of here, he wanted to sleep.

The waves weren't high anymore and Hook turned to his favourite of the pirates; Svensson - a boy who looked around 21 years old but he was nearly as old as Hook in reality.

"Can you manage?"

The boy looked up and nodded. He knew how to do this.

Hook nodded towards him and started walking against the Captain's Quarters, relieved to get away from the deck. He wanted nothing else than to sleep this horrible night off after drowning it with rum.

Forgetting Emma was in there he opened the door, finding her standing in the middle of the room looking surprised and a bit guilty.

He caught her off guard just like she did with him.

"You up?" Hook finally said after them just standing there looking at each other for a while, he was tense and felt a bit embarrassed because of what had happened.

"Apparently."

He got in and closed the door, trying not to look at her.

"What happened?"

Hook, whom had been started to walk across the room stopped and turned to her.

"You don't remember?" A spark of hope started growing.

She started to shake her head but stopped halfway in, cursing and closing her eyes.

Hook watched her, semi amused, semi concerned (that feeling again, why did it keep spooking him?) He then walked over to her, offering his arm to help her sit down, ready to giggle. She didn't remember.

"I can do it myself," she spitted out. Slowly she moved towards the sofa and sat down, now watching him. "So, tell me. And don't leave out anything; I'll know when you lie."

Hook gave her a funny look and leaned against the other end on the sofa, resting one leg on the sofa and the other one on the floor.

He looked at her face.

"I have no idea how you did it, but you fell of the bloody boat and then I made sure you got up and in here." Something didn't seem right. The first part seemed like the truth but the ending… It had lie written all over it, even her hurting brain could tell that.

"No, seriously, tell me what happened." Emma was tired, her head was aching and she wanted nothing else than to get away from here. This place reminded her of the past and she didn't like it. She didn't like sitting this close to him; she didn't like it at all.

"That's my story, princess."

That word again, princess. She was NOT a princess, she was no saviour. Emma wouldn't normally snap and spill out everything, but the surroundings and her aching, confused brain made it hard.

"I have no idea where you have gotten that idea from," Emma started, looking deep into his stupid eyes. "I'm not a princess, I'm not a saviour. I'm a broken orphan; I grew up on the streets, got thrown into jail by a man I trusted, I gave birth to his child, gave it away and then I just ended up there, in 'Boast On', I desperately wanted out of there, somewhere new and there you were offering me a place on a ship to the enchanted forest where that child I gave away ended up and I… I…"

Her mouth had just started talking by itself and without her realising it she started sobbing, tears running down her face showing her darkest secrets. She looked away from his eyes, she wanted out of here but her head ached and she was tired and she had just spilled her life story to a pirate who planned to use her.

Hook felt as if he had been struck by a lightning. How could she know?

As he panicked at the thought he also desperately wanted to help her. To touch her, catch her tears and make them go away by telling her it was all fine and that he was an orphan too. He wanted to tell her that it was going to be alright but instead he sat there, frozen as if the curse had struck him too, just staring at her, feeling her pain, feeling his pain and trying to fight the feelings of him wanting to help her. He lost the fight and started moving towards her. He put a hand on her back, slowly moving it around. When he put his hand there Emma winced and looked up, looking at his face and again that frozen feeling hit him.

Hook opened his mouth, trying to find words.

"I… I was an orphan too."

It was hard to say those words out loud, but he felt as if he had too. He wanted her know it, in a way, to tell her they were alike. He didn't know what he was feeling; he was so torn, torn between his desperate want for revenge and his strange feelings for this girl.

Emma looked away, taking one hand to get rid the tears.

"Tell me what happened." Emma said, strongly and determined now, looking at the floor.

Hook didn't know what to do other than tell her.

"I was standing up by the wheel, trying to control it in that bloody weather. I looked out over the ship and saw you. I think you got hit by something. You were moving towards the railing and tumbled over it. When I saw it I quickly called on Svensson, asking him to take over for me as I jumped after you and got you from the water. Then I brought you here, seeing as it is probably the safest place on ship and because I got blankets." He added half a smile on the end trying to conceal the last truth he had left.

It was as true as it could be, as true as he could ever confess; the only thing he left out was where he didn't ask Svensson to take over and he just mindlessly jumped after her, too afraid to even think.

It wasn't that he knew her very well or that he needed her for his revenge; it was simply because of he couldn't even think about Emma not existing.

This time he was telling the truth, she could feel it. Still not looking at him but feeling his eyes nearly burning a whole in the back of her head she asked him another question.

"Why am I on this ship?"

"I told you."

"You lied."

She was angry now, her feelings transferred into anger. How dared he suggest he understood her? And why on earth would he save her life? Oh yes, to use her.

Emma didn't know why she felt so betrayed; she had known something was off from the start so why did she get so upset? She had known he thought she was the saviour so again, why did she get so upset?

Hook sighed.

"I thought you had a bor…"

"DO NOT TRY THAT!"

Ignoring her aching head Emma stood up, she was done. She started making her way to the door but Hook stopped her, stepping in in front of her, of course trying to block her way.

He looked as if he wasn't sure what to say and suddenly Emma noticed how close they were. She looked up at him and… his lips. Half a second later they met hers. The kiss was passionate, Emma letting her anger in it. She could feel his hand reaching her cheek and her hand doing the same, but reaching his hair.

What was she doing? Emma. Stop.

She broke the kiss as fast as she possibly could, made her way around Hook and left the room in a hurry.

Emma stood in the cold night air, stressing and breathed heavily with an aching head and with red lips. She looked upon the stars and then onto the sea. That's when she saw it.

She could se land, she could se a shore.

They had made it to the Enchanted Forest and the second she saw the small lifeboat Emma made her decision.