Hi hello! Finally managed to write this chapter and I couldn't even make it long. Haha, I complain too much about my chapters not being long.

Enjoy this chapter as I've tried to put much thought into it even if I've struggled a bit and I'm still not sure about it.

I do not own Once Upon a Time, the characters or the song lyrics.

But oh, my heart was flawed

I knew my weakness

"Do you have anything to spare?" Emma's eyes was big, using the 'puppy-eyes'-technique an older child had taught her. She watched the man with her big, sad and hungry eyes as he dug through his small purse after some coins. She didn't like to beg but sometimes it was necessary; today was the second day of no food.

It was hard growing up on the streets but either way Emma felt lucky sometimes, she had a couple of friends and some older kids often helped her and gave her some food if she hadn't found anything. But other days she just cried without a stop; some people said that you can't want what you've never had but Emma knew how untrue that was.

Emma longed after getting older and getting a job, but mostly a family, a family that would care for her and that she would care for.

When the man gave her two coins Emma showed her seven-years old toothless smile and thanked him because now she'd maybe get some food.

It felt like they had walked for an eternity in these frozen forests. The only thing that was moving was Neal, whom walked in front of her and Emma watched his every move carefully. Still, she wasn't sure what to think or feel and everything seemed to be a complete mess right now but some survival instinct had told her to follow him, to trust him. Maybe it even was that lost teenage girl seeking his approval, she wasn't sure. The only think she knew was that he knew these forests and roads and Emma, well; she didn't.

So she continued to follow him, watching him closely. Neither of them said very much but Emma found that she nearly wished herself back upon the Jolly Roger. Here, in this frozen forest there was no sound and it was a bit scary. Up on the ship there was always enough sounds to drown in and Emma found that calming.

Not even the blue sky moved and the lack of wind was very strange. High up in the sky two birds had been frozen and Emma just wished for them to move, for something to be normal. This whole situation felt so strange and Emma felt as if she and Neal had been thrown into some sort of dream and she didn't like it at all.

"Emma."

Emma jumped a bit at the sound of Neal's voice in the far too silent forest.

"What?"

Neal turned his head around to find her eyes.

"Where did you want to go?"

Her mouth felt dry as she tried to speak.

"Umm.. Out of here."

It felt strange to say out loud.

"Not from where we came from though," she added quickly when she saw Neal's strange look.

Furious anger, that was he felt. He simply couldn't think straight, everything felt strange as if someone had carved a whole in his body and then just left it there, open but not bleeding for some reason.

He wanted the ship to move faster but the wind was nearly gone now, the curse making it slower the closer they came towards the land.

Hook hadn't planned anything, he only knew that he wanted to take that bloody saviour, break the curse however that now was done and then just take his hook and bury it in Rumplestiltskin's blackened heart. He wanted to se the life disappear out of the Dark One's eyes and he wanted to se him fall, fall down to the ground. Hook wanted to laugh, laugh carelessly at Rumplestiltskin's lifeless body.

The revenge had once again started to eat his thoughts and deep down he still wondered if the Dark One would be killed that easy and if it was that easy, then what would he do after he was finished? The only logical answer was that he would die when fighting the Dark One, in a way that had always been his plan. Killing the one that killed his love while killing himself so he didn't have to keep on, because was there anything left of Hook when he'd had his revenge?

The revenge had eaten him up and it was the only thing that was left of him.

His heart was flawed; it was broken to pieces, only functional because of his hate and the revenge was his weakness in a way, he'd always go back to this.

Neal had shrugged to Emma's answer and they had continued to walk but Emma didn't trust him anymore. Her trust were nonexistent and his incompetence to say anything about where they were headed had reminded her of her true nature, the nature he had taught her.

For the millionth time she caught herself thinking of the Jolly Roger but mostly the dark haired pirate onboard it. She wondered if he'd figured out where she was and she told herself that the only reason she was thinking of him was because she didn't want him to find her; she didn't want to get dragged into this "saviour" bullshit. A thought hit her when she thought about the saviour and the curse.

"How are you going to get to your father? Isn't he cursed?"

Neal turned around when walking along the narrow, rocky road they now were on. He looked a bit surprised.

"Yes, he got struck by the curse. But I've heard that 28 years after the curse hit there would come a saviour to break the curse and in a few days the 28th anniversary is here."

Emma felt as she'd been hit by the lightning. Why was she here? She wasn't the saviour.. How?

She saw that Neal turned around again when she didn't answer and she realised he hadn't been thinking about her being the saviour. Fuck, what Hook had told her had really gotten to her, now she'd even starting to believe other people thought she was the saviour. Actually, she corrected herself, it wasn't Hook that told you, he actually didn't say anything.

Thinking about this she realised that he maybe never thought she was the saviour and maybe he actually wasn't planning to use her. She felt a bit cold when she realised this, but tried to shake it off.

It didn't work, the thought were tugging on her and in a short while she was convinced that she'd misread the whole situation.

Of course you didn't misread him Emma, he was lying to you. Maybe he was lying about something else? Like what, Emma? He's a pirate if you don't recall.

When the day should've turned to night (but didn't due to the curse) they reached the same beach as they had sailed along last night when Emma had left his room.

A small life boat caught his eye and he'd be damned if it wasn't his.

Again, the anger came running to his head.

"Aye, pirates! This is where I leave you to watch over my ship. Don't you bloody dare take her, you know what will happen if you even so much as think of it."

It had happened once before that one of the men had tried to take his Jolly Roger; but Hook had found that bastard and shown that his threats wasn't something to play with.

The pirate jumped into the second lifeboat and after a short while he reached the beach. The sand was damp even if there were no waves, no life.

But, there was one thing that was off, there were footprints that led him towards the forest. Following them he soon reached the forest. Once the footprints were safely in the forest they stopped and instead Hook could se a mark of a body but there was no blood or anything.

When Hook saw another pair of footprints he felt a little uneasy. There were no others in the EnchantedForest that wasn't frozen. Who was this?

Suddenly the forest opened up and in the middle between the one they just walked out of and yet another forest there was a small, narrow gravel road. Emma sighed as she saw it; finally no more of the green, frozen trees. Well, at least she didn't had to walk as close to them as before.

When she looked further along the road she saw something, something small that looked an awful lot like a... no, it couldn't be?

"Neal, is that a... is that a house?"

Neal took a hand to cover his eyes from the sun.

When he saw the small hut his expression changed and he lightened up.

"I'd be damned if it wasn't!"

With new energy they made their way up to the small house which turned out to be a small cabin. Emma opened the door after they had looked around the cabin. The inside was pretty clean but it was dull due to no lightning other than the sun.

When Emma's eyes had gotten used to the lightning she could se a small table with two chairs, a fireplace and a drawer. There were no humans inside and Emma felt a bit relieved because seeing someone frozen couldn't be very nice.

Emma and Neal searched the cabin and only found one useful thing; a sword. Since Neal already had his own, Emma took the sword. In her hands it felt heavy but she liked the feeling of the cold, heavy steel in her hand. It made her feel stronger and it felt good to be able to protect herself if... if she had to.

Hook had never thought about it but he actually was a good tracker and the no-wind situation helped a lot.

A couple of hours after arriving to the shore Hook found a cabin that someone clearly been in not that long ago.

Still, the fact that there were two pair of feet made him feel a strange.