AN: Good news- I decided to update and pretend like my documentary doesn't exist for another night. From this point on, I'm making it up as I go (except a few random scenes I have in my head), so I'm just as excited to see where it goes as you. This one won't be as lighthearted as the others; there is a lot of anger that is building up on most sides.

Emma, furious, punched the pirate again and stood up from the bed. "I'm sure David has another key," she informed him, pulling him with her, before flinching from pain.

"Take it easy, lass. You're going to break both of our wrists. Here," he said taking her hand in his. "Now you won't hurt us when you decide to walk away in a haughty rage."

Emma sighed, but knew he was right. Holding hands with him would pull on his body instead of both their wrists, "Fine, it doesn't matter. You'll be cuffed to the bed soon enough."

"As long as you're there, love," he winked and she rolled her eyes.

Emma led Hook down the stairs to where her family was waiting. David, upon seeing her, began "Emma are you ready?" And upon seeing Hook, finished with, "What is he doing here?"

Emma held up their arms, releasing Hook's hand in the process. Hook looked at her family, who were shooting eye-daggers at him and to Ruby, who sported a smile full of innuendo before he answered, "She tried to ravish me up there. I had no choice but to arrest her."

David's face turned into a full snarl. Emma let a small smirk of amusement creep on her face before returning to her state of anger. Ruby looked as if she were about to burst with excitement for Emma. Even Snow, at this point, looked half amused.

"The filthy pirate figured out my plan and, like a child, decided to cuff me to him and swallow the key."

"Why do you keep calling me dirty and filthy? I bathe quite regularly, I'll have you know," Hook pouted before turning to Emma and adding, "And it looks like you'll have the honor of joining me tonight."

Emma raised an eyebrow at him, shook her head in annoyance, and asked, "David, do you know where the spare key is?"

David looked down at his feet and grimaced, "I actually lost the other in the mines when we had to save Belle. The spare key, I'm afraid, is the one making its way down his esophagus."

Emma let out a whine, "You didn't make another? But there's another way, right?"

"We can always just cut his hand off. He won't be any problem with no hands," David offered.

Hook's smug grin was momentarily replaced by a flicker of fear and then hate until Emma replied, "Not helping. What we need is magic. Let's check in on Regina and Gold."

And in a moment Hook's face turned to stone, "Emma, please, I can't confront him yet."

"I actually think he's right, Emma," Snow agreed.

"What," her husband asked incredulously.

"To avoid trouble, you and I can talk to Gold and Regina. Emma, and I guess Hook, can take Henry home. It's getting late."

"But-," Emma whined.

"Maybe it's better he's handcuffed to you, dear," Granny interjected. "That way he can't go making a mess of this town."

"Why do I always have to miss the good stuff," Henry whined.

"Because you're ten and have a bedtime," Snow replied in a very motherly tone.

Emma sighed and put her hand on Henry's shoulder, leading him out, "Come on kid, maybe your book can tell me how to get out of this one."

Being pulled behind, Hook laced his hand with Emma's again, when Ruby stepped in front of Emma, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!"

"Don't worry. I won't. I also won't do the things you would," Emma rolled her eyes.

"Aw, come on, you have a sexy pirate at your mercy and soon to be in your bed."

"She's right, love," Hook smiled.

"Ew," Henry scrunched his nose. "I'm ten, remember? And you guys keep talking about my mom."

"Sorry, Henry," Ruby ruffled his hair.

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"So this is the princess' house that she was so desperate to get back to? It's a bit small, innit? I quite prefer the castle, if I do say so myself."

"That's because you're a pirate. You wouldn't know what real treasure is."

"Are you always this bitter and angry, love? It can't be healthy."

"No," Henry answered for her. "Only to Rumpelstiltskin, my mom, and people she's afraid to get close to, like you."

"Henry-"

"I thought Emma was your mum."

"She is. I kinda have two moms. Regina adopted me when I was a baby. Emma gave me away because she wanted me to have my best chance. But I found her because we all needed her to break the curse. She pretended not to like me too, when she first met me. But it turns out, it was because she was afraid to get close to me."

"Kid, this is different. He's not a good person," Emma looked concerned.

"He can be. I reread his story when you were in the hospital. He wasn't bad, not really. Not until Rumpelstiltskin came along. He was just a normal pirate. Just give him a chance."

"Why?"

"Because he's like you. You pretend to be hostile when you're afraid of getting close to people. He pretends to be a heartless pirate only interested in – well, in sex- when he's afraid of getting close to people."

"Henry!"

"They teach us about sex in school, you know. I know what he's been talking about the whole time."

"I think it's time for you to go to bed."

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"Turn around. I need to undress. I haven't showered since I got to the Enchanted Forest."

"Shower?"

"The stand-up bath Ruby and I showed you."

"Emma, love, I'm going to see anyway. I have to go in the- shower- with you."

"That's what the shower curtain is for. You're standing outside it," Emma stated as she began taking her jacket off.

"That's so wasteful. And we both have to stand around pretending we're not looking past the curtain, while the other finishes. And you have my only hand. I'll need your help. So don't you see, it's just easier if we shower together."

"Um, Hook, there's not going to be any showering. I can't get my jacket or shirt off. The cuffs are in the way."

"Oh, I seemed to have forgotten to consider that minor detail. Looks like I have to bathe you, then. Do you have a cloth, love," Hook asked with a wicked grin.

Biting her lip and closing her eyes, she took a deep breath, trying to regain composure, "Wait, I can hang the clothes on your arm, you just need to keep them out of the shower."

Hook's smile turned to a pout, "One day, love, you won't be able to deny your attraction anymore. I mean, your heart did do the strange, white glow-y thing for me."

"You don't have any effect on my heart," she snorted.

"Your heart seems to think otherwise. Besides, it matters not, to me, how I affect your heart, just down here," he smiled, bringing her in close and sliding his hook up her inner thigh.

Her breath hitched and her back arched slightly before she realized what was happening and swatted him away. Getting in his face, she threatened, "Hands- and hook- off or I take you straight to Gold."

"Oh, she's angry again," he scoffed. Inching in closer, he offered, "I can show you a great stress reliever."

"I owe a debt to Gold. I'm sure he'll gladly take you to clear it," she sneered with her nose touching his, before realizing how close she was and pulling back with a look of total disgust.

"Well, now, I think it's time we call a truce. I will be a good pirate if you attempt to be tolerable," Hook said feeling defeated, more by her actions than words.

Emma's first instinct was to yell at him, but she sighed, "Fine, but you will be respectful around my son too."

"You have yourself a deal, Swan."

Emma grabbed a towel and began undressing the best she could, though she did need Hook's help getting her jeans off. He made a quick comment about how unfair it was that he got her out of her pants and gets nothing for it, before lowering his head and sighing an apology. They had an unspoken agreement from then on to avoid any conversation and eye contact.

Emma's shower went fairly well and Hook did his best to not look, though he couldn't help it a of couple times. He was surprised by what he saw when he did look, though. Besides a beautiful woman- and he rarely used words like 'beautiful' to describe women- he saw her looking so vulnerable. He could tell, by how defensive she was, that underneath she was vulnerable, but to see it painted all over her face in a moment that should have been private to her was almost painful to him.

Hook honestly tried to do everything himself, but only having a hook to undress yourself and shower is one hell of a task. Emma helped him out of his pants, jacket, and shirt and then into the shower. He tried then to wash himself, but ended up only knocking everything into the tub and soaking his jacket. Refusing to look at him, she turned off the water, grabbed a washcloth, squeezed some body wash on it and put it in his hand. Turning toward his hand, and thus towards her, he began to wipe off the dirt and problems of the day. Normally he would have hundreds of comments in this situation, but his heart wasn't in it. So he continued their silence.

After he dried off, slung his shirt and jacket back on, and they wrapped a towel around his waist, Emma led him downstairs to Mary-Margret and David's room, where Henry was asleep on the bed. She kissed the boy's forehead and then found Hook some of David's pyjama pants.

"These should be more comfortable than leather," she whispered, still refusing to look him in the eye. She actually felt a bit bad for being so hard on him. She expected him to fight back, not give in so easily.

"Thanks," he whispered back, having some issues putting them on, but accomplishing it without Emma's help.

"Let's call it a night. Okay," she asked.

He nodded and she led him back upstairs. When they got to the room she looked at the bed and he looked to her, "You don't have to worry. I'll stay out of the way. I can even sleep on the floor."

"Is that what you think of me," Emma risked a hurt glance up.

He looked into her eyes and said, "Honestly, I don't know what to think."

"There's plenty of room on the bed- as long as you don't snore," she attempted a joke to clear some of the tension from the room.

Hook gave a half-hearted smile, but it wasn't the same smile she was used to. They both laid down on the bed and she pulled the cover over them, "Believe me, you'll want it. It gets cold here at night."

Hook thanked her and she turned out the light.

AN: Oh my god, so while I was writing this, the song "We Belong" (Pat Benatar) came up on my playlist and I began silently (it was 3:30 am…) rocking out to it, when I realized it epitomizes Hook and Emma's near future (at least the one in my mind). That may seem irrelevant to you, but it excited me. I hope you liked this chapter!