A/N: I loved S3E1 of OUAT, but I have to say I don't think my story is going to follow the series too much. The setting for my story takes place soon after Milah's death and goes all sorts of AU from there. Also, I love the Jolly Roger but I always pictured Hook to have a much larger and grandeur ship then the one in the show. That's just my personal opinion and view on it. I think the ship they gave him in the show was for logistics purposes (cost and practicality of filming) not that I don't like that ship ;). Imagine as you will however lol.

Posted: 10-03-13

Part of His World

By: Morgansgurl

"HOW RUUUUUUUUUDE OF ME! I didn't even introduce myself." He told her suddenly, spinning about dramatically, when he looked at her and she was just blinking back at him clueless and shell shocked he simply continued "Genie, at your service madam!"

Ariel wasn't sure what to make of this new crazy ass development. One moment she is trapped in a disgusting deplorable cell with a man who claimed to be a Sultan on a quest to rescue his love. The next moment she is fighting pirates for her life during an escape attempt only to have them suddenly turn into Pygmy Goats. Now she was looking at a giant floating blue man who she was sure was possibly closeted about his sexuality – or given his flamboyancy probably not closeted at all.

"I don't think you quite understand what you have here princess!" he told her, his voice booming around the hallway as if this Genie were talking through a microphone attached to one to many amplifiers. Before she could react he was suddenly next to her on the ground, a completely blue version of a mermaid all dolled up, flicking his tail around excitedly, chatting like they were old girlfriends. "Little Mermaid, this is your LUCKY DAY!"

Ariel furrowed her brows, trying to discern if this Genie creature was a friend or foe – or if she had simply passed out, started hallucinating, or died and the next world was a mockery of the one she had been in. She had been shot after all; maybe she didn't realize that she had died. She didn't think it was something you would miss but her adrenaline had been running so high and her anger so intense perhaps it bypassed her notice.

When Genie didn't get a response from her he let out an exaggerated exasperated sigh. Spinning up in a cloud of smoke again he was back to his usual form and got a very serious expression on his face, that just didn't look right for someone that had been so….well so him earlier.

"Look gorgeous, it's pretty simple. You saved a dear friend of mine, long story short I owe him the debt of my freedom." He told her transforming into a blue version of a Sultan that was supposed to resemble Aladdin, keeping that form and pacing the hallway in front of her.

"So you are what he needed to get?" she asked, slowly putting the pieces of this crazy train show together in her mind, now that her shock was fading.

"ABSOLUTLY! I can't believe he made me get back into that blasted lamp!" he told her, taking the form of a small lamp now and hopping up to her as if to make his point. "I don't think you realize how SMALL a lamp is, if you haven't noticed I am not exactly runway model ready! Talk about cramping ones comfort and style!"
"Why were you in a lamp?" she asked, she had heard stories of Genies before, about how rare and few between they were. Everything she had ever heard had been passed down through generations and was possibly so far removed from the truth it was hard to know what was real and not. She had no idea they were blue in color, or so rambunctious, or that they lived in a lamp? She had so many questions about everything that her head was spinning making her feel lightheaded and dizzy – or maybe that was the blood loss from her bullet wounds.

"Been attached to that blasted lamp my whole existence, which trust me princess is a LOOOOOOOONG time lived, until Aladdin set me free from my service bounds," the gratitude in the Genies voice was unmistakable, it was as if he owed the man his very life and soul. Such loyalty he expressed even through his strong personality. This creature held every emotion on his sleeve for the world to see. "Then there was some nonsense about needing to be in the lamp in order to get to this party land, you see, my kind, we might have a lot of power…." To express his point he made the hallway into a sudden night club scene with loud music, flashing lights, and a disco ball before letting the scene fade away with a loud pop "but we can't travel worlds on our own or open portals, even a Genie is limited, like being unable to bring back the dead – however if our Masters travel to another world we can follow, as long as we are in our…."he struggled for a proper word for it "cells so to speak."

Ariel nodded briefly, nodding even though she didn't completely understand but she had the gist of what he was saying to her. He was tied to Aladdin, and needed to be in the lamp in order to travel over through to Neverland to help get Jasmine back. She had to admit having a Genie on your side that had to help matters significantly.

"ANYWHO, enough about ME! This is about YOU!" he told her his pointer finger suddenly millimeters from her nose causing her to flinch back, his flamboyance back in full force as he spun and ended up as a mermaid next to her again. "I am going to make your WILDEST DREAMS come true gorgeous!" he spread his arms wide above his head as if to illustrate his point "you can thank me later!" he expressed as the sound of applause suddenly filled the hallway they were in and imaginary roses started to fall down around the Genie from out of thin air.

"Now, onto the big show! Time is money, money is time, both of which you and me don't have much of!" he told her and suddenly he was a small little blue Genie with legs standing on her shoulder walking up to her ear all seriously before crawling inside her head before she could stop him, there was a sudden pain throughout her mind like the worst imaginable migraine, but as soon as it had come it was over and the Genie was crawling out her other ear, jumping unceremoniously onto her injured shoulder causing her to flinch at the sudden shock of pain that shot through her body from the wound just underneath.

"I KNOW exactly what I can do for you!" he squeaked from his small form before he was gone with a puff of smoke and standing in front of her, a much larger version of his small Genie form, but this time instead of his smoke like tail he was standing on two legs again. "Come here gorgeous!" he told her giddily reaching both of his hands out and taking her small hands into his much larger blue ones. Suddenly he was pulling her up and she closed her eyes tightly shut, imagining he would be taking her from the ship to her freedom, the scorching pain flowing through her body at the sudden movement caused her head to spin and she felt nauseous and dizzy until finally the pain started to subsided into nothing and she gathered her bearings.

When she finally felt the spinning stop she slowly opened her eyes, only to have the Genies face inches from hers, a ridiculous toothy grin on his features from ear to ear as if he was expecting something from her. His hands were still holding hers and she couldn't figure out why. When she turned her head and looked to the side she frowned deeply – why were they still in the same hallway of the pirate ship they had just been in seconds ago. She had thought he was going to help her escape, apparently not then what game was he playing at….

Then her eyes got wide, she was looking straight at a painting hanging on a wall, at eye level. She was eye level with a painting. She could feel her breath catch in her throat, the last time she had been eye level with a painting had been…

"Oh my god" she whispered breathlessly, closing her eyes briefly feeling the stinging of tears of joy start to form at the hope that started to echo through her soul. It couldn't be, there wasn't a way, how many times had she hoped and wished and dreamed and yearned for this….was it truly real, was it all truly happening.

When she opened her eyes she was staring at her toes. HER TOES. Toes she hadn't seen in forever. She swallowed hard and a tear started to run down her cheek. Her toes were connected to feet, ACTUAL FEET! HER FEET! And those were connected to ankles and legs and…..she had legs again. Now she was dreading that this was all some dream or hallucination she was having and that she would wake up any second and it would all be ripped from her again. A sick joke of the universe.

That moment never came.

"Oh no no no no no!" the Genie said in a bit of a panic looking around frantically before pulling her face into both of his hands, "Please don't cry, I hate to see a pretty lady cry. What's wrong?" he asked, his smile fading from his face. He had looked so excited and proud too but he didn't understand why she was crying.

"Nothing." She told him breathlessly, her voice catching in her throat. "Thank you." She whispered, looking the Genie in the eye, her eyes glittering with so many emotions it was hard to pinpoint everything she was feeling, but it was plain as day that her level of gratitude towards the Genie would never be fully expressed. She felt his blue finger brush the stray tear from her cheek, and his smile returned as he seemed to understand.

"Well then, welcome to version you three-point-o!" he told her excitedly. While in her mind he had learned quite a bit about this lovely creature, all the pain she had suffered, all the good memories she kept safe in her heart. They were like kindred spirits, trapped by magic for so long it was hard to remember who you were and impossible to be who you wanted to be. He had been freed from the magic that trapped him by a kind soul not too long ago, and now it was his pleasure to free her as payment for saving his best friend, his family.

When she tried to take a step her legs gave out, but Genie was there in an instant shaping himself into a chaise lounge to catch her before she fell. "Might need some practice with those puppies again!" he told her from his armrest face, but still a grin on his face.

"It's been a long time," she told him, wiggling her toes and feet, trying to get a feel for them again. Still amazed. "Can I keep them?" she asked seriously, reaching her hand out pausing when she noticed alight flush hue of color to her once pale white skin, still smooth as marble, but looking more human again. Just like the sea witches curse had done, but that had been temporary. Long but temporary.

"As long as you want them dear," his armrest face said, completely understanding her question after a walk through her memories. "They are all yours, no strings, conditions, fine print attached or payment needed. Your obvious gratitude is enough, consider this a free full-fledged heart felt favor for saving a dear friend of mine."

"I don't know what to say," she said, running her hand along the smooth skin of her knee and shin, still in disbelief.

"No need." He told her happily, clearly proud of himself and his choice. "Just remember you ain't ever had a friend like me!" he said with a laugh.

She flexed her muscles and moved her new limbs around again, remembering them, feeling like they had come home to her like an old friend that had been lost for years. She tried standing again and the Genie transformed into a bean bag around her feet as she took a few tentative steps, keeping her hand poised on the wall to steady her movements. As she reached the corner she noticed it was another long hallway that lead to a few doors but ultimately ended in a set of stairs headed up.

Those stairs made her remember her immediate purpose and need; she needed to get off this Pirate ship and onto land as soon as possible, while she still had legs and a chance. Her wobbly small steps seemed to become more urgent as she reached a door frame and gripped it for support. Looking in only to catch her reflection in a full length dusty and cracked mirror. She gasped at the fact that she was completely naked, but also at her human form. Gone were her catlike pupils replaced with the circular soft ones of a humans again, her skin supple and smooth but with a light tan of color telling her that her blood was red now instead of blue.

"I need clothes…" she whispered, speaking to herself as she ran her free hand down her bare abdomen, still amazed at her new form. She wondered if it was true, if this gift really was hers now with no strings or tricks attached. She wasn't sure what he had meant when he said as long as you want them, but she didn't question and wasn't about to look her gift horse in the mouth.

"RIGHT!" the Genie suddenly said indicating he hadn't realized, popping up from the bean bag form that had been following her down the hall in case she lost her footing and took another nasty fall, "I keep forgetting the humans need for clothes!" his following eye roll told her he didn't quite understand it "Here, this should do!" he said, conjuring up a beautiful sea foam green tube top empire waste maxi dress made of the smoothest material, simple and delicate. It flowed down to her feet, grazing the tops of her toes and trailing a bit behind her. When she took another step it seemed to flutter around her and it reminded her of her green tail and fin with less glitter and shine.

"It's beautiful," she said. Meaning it. Finding herself thanking him again and still it didn't seem like enough for what he had just done for her. She wondered briefly if he knew just how much this meant for her, it was like he had given her true life back. What Ariel didn't know was that a walk through the mind was like living the person's life in fast forward, and it can tell you everything about a creature, including things about themselves they didn't even realize. He knew exactly what this meant for her.

When she reached the steps at the end of the long hallway, the muscles in her legs started to burn. She was going to over exert her new limbs. They were hers, but they were still new and it wasn't like she could take off in a sprint right away and have no issues. Like her years of disuse of her voice made talking difficult, it was going to take time and working with it to get back to how she had used to be. She couldn't' wait to run along the beach again, feel the sand between her toes. To do that she needed to get off this bloody ship first. When she placed her first foot onto the bottom step and gripped the railing ready to haul her protesting body up a small pygmy goat came tumbling down the stairs with a shrill and panicked baaaaaa filling the stairway. When it landed on its side at the bottom it seemed to lay there shocked for a second before jumping up and shaking its head vigorously and bounding off down the hall.

"You?" she asked looking at Genie, who was floating next to her filing his imaginary nails.

"Certainly, had to occupy them while Aladdin got one of the rescue boats down into the water. It's not permanent though." He told her lazily, hearing the pattering of little goat feet on the next level as they ran past. "They still know who they are, they're just in this form for a bit. It will wear off." He told her with a chuckle and she couldn't help the smile that tugged at her lips.

When she reached the stop of the steps she felt out of breath and her legs felt like they were on fire. Genie assured her they wouldn't be that way forever, it would just take some time exercising the muscles and getting used to them again. Unlike other humans, she didn't `grow up` with her legs, so all the muscles and ligaments were new as if the day she had been born, except they were adult size and her mind knew how to use them. The flesh just wasn't used to the exertion.

She sat down at the top of the stairs and rubbed her knees and calfs, trying to ease the pain away and catch her breath. Genie was sitting next to her and then it dawned on her. She was with a Genie!

"Can't you just, I don't know, magic us away from the ship?" she asked.

"About that…." He told her, shying away from her and becoming small again and she could tell he was feeling suddenly guilty and she narrowed her brows in response. "I can't take you with us." He told her, squeaking loudly and going to the corner of the stairwell and standing in it like a petulant child who had been disciplined.

"Why not?" she demanded, "I thought you were a Genie!" she accused, looking down with accusing eyes at the small guilty face of her little blue friend.

He turned into a little butterfly and flew over to her, fluttering in front of her face. "No one can change fate gorgeous, not even me." He told her cryptically, which was almost comical with the way his voice sounded like he had inhaled helium; she might have smiled at it if it wasn't for the words he was saying and their meaning.

"What do you mean can't change fate!" she nearly shouted at the small butterfly Genie, her breath blowing him backwards a bit. "This isn't my fate!" she nearly screamed at him, feeling the anger and fire rising in her at his words. He could he give her her life back, her legs back, only to leave her on this retched bloody ship with these awful evil pirates to do with as they pleased, how was she supposed to escape on her own when her legs burned so? "Now I am defenseless!" she accused. She had felt the weakness of her human body, her lessened hearing, her poorer eyesight. It was like everything the men had feared about her was gone, what could she do now?

"Gatta go gorgeous," he told her with a guilty and sorrowful smile when she started to hear the shouting of men above instead of the baying of goats

"Don't leave me here!" she begged, feeling suddenly helpless even with her legs. "Please!" she cried louder.

"I wish I could explain," the Genie told her, his voice sounding almost as desperate as hers now. "In time Little Mermaid, I hope you will understand and come to forgive me." He told her, and suddenly he was gone with a puff of blue smoke, leaving her alone at the top of the steps.

"NO!" she cried, searching around her frantically for him to reappear, to tell her that it was some sick joke and he was only pulling her new legs for shiggles. That of course she was going away with them and that they were rescuing her from these Pirates. That she would go on the quest with them to save Jasmine and that they would protect her and she would help them and everything would fine. He never reappeared though, and with a desperate instinct to survive she forced herself to stand again, despite the protest of the new muscles.

She took a faster pace along the corridor, checking doors and searching for the next flight of stairs leading up to the next deck. This deck was far more expansive then the one she had come from. A few small goats passed her and she paid them no heed, the passed out man in the hallway was another concern however, it meant the Genies spell was fading as he said it would. With newfound determination she forced herself to walk faster, reaching out to random items here and there to steady her along her way, tripping a few times and letting out a breath of pain before forcing herself to continue.

When she found the next set of stairs she had to crawl up them on her hands and feet, a fine sheen of sweat covering her skin as beads formed on her forehead from the exertion of forcing herself forward despite her body's obvious protests. She was thankful that the dress was light and breathable. Nothing like the dresses she used to wear in the castle, corsets boned and laced so tight it was nearly impossible to breath, fainting beds strategically placed all through the castle grounds in case a lady were feeling about to faint, which was often when in a corset.

If she had been in one of the gowns she often wore around the castle she would have fainted by now for sure. When she reached the top of the third step she was practically panting and tears of pain were streaming down her cheeks. She wanted to stop the burn and stabbing feeling in her legs, but she had to get off the ship. She could rest later, she had to keep going.

By the time she had traveled up the fourth set of stairs, she was forced to her hands and knees, crawling past many passed out pirates, including the large African man that she had strangled earlier down below. Her heart froze in her chest when she saw him and recognized him, but she crawled by him as quickly as she could force her body to move, checking behind her to make sure he stayed asleep. For the time being she was ok, it wouldn't stay that way for long, she needed to reach the upper deck. She had to get off the ship.

Obviously the upper decks were more populated, she had seen an increasing amount of items in the hallways the further up she went, and each deck she went up got larger then the next, which she supposed was natural given the shape of a ship's hull. She let out a scared gasp when she came across a small white older goat that was wobbling on its legs toward her, and then before her eyes it suddenly turned back into a man, one she recognized. It was Doc, he swayed on his two legs for a bit before falling to the floor, passed out cold like all the other men she had past prior. She bit her lip, the feeling of concern welling inside her as she crawled forward and checked his vitals.

When she was sure Doc was going to be fine, she continued up the last set of steps, thankful as she heard the sounds of the ocean, the squawking of the gulls, and nearly cried in relief when she felt the salty sea breeze brush her red locks back as she came up on the top deck. When she pulled herself up all the way she collapsed onto her back and gave herself a moment to rest, looking up into the night sky, the moon high above her. The breeze that crossed over the deck played at her dress and hair and she brushed it from her eyes. The burning in her legs was so intense that she thought she was feeling them go numb with the effort it took to get here.

What caught her attention was the sails, not the small one above her, but the larger one just yonder when she turned her head. She noticed it was turned in, moving with the wind, and that made her breath catch in her throat for a whole new horrible reason and a panic grip her chest. She forced herself up grabbing the mast pillar and gripping onto some rope and looked around in a panic. She somehow made her way to the railing and glanced over and about.

"No." she said, her expression pained, and her legs not the cause. There wasn't a piece of land in sight. When had they set sail? Where were they going? Where were they now? How as she supposed to escape now with her very human legs and no land to swim to. She was already expecting trouble swimming the distance to Neverland's shore where she had last seen the ship anchored. But now they were in the open ocean. Her efforts to get up here, all that pain, it was all fruitless and pointless now. She was stuck, or she could jump over and most likely die.

Why would Aladdin and the Genie leave her here to her own devices in the middle of the Ocean like this? She felt just as trapped now as she did in the brig below.

For the briefest of moments she contemplated just jumping over the edge into the frigid waters and letting the ocean take her back and swallow her whole. She was sure she wouldn't last long in this human form of hers. She leaned a bit further over the side railing, contemplating doing just that before she felt strong arms envelope her small waist from behind and pull her away from the railing causing a scream to escape her lips.

"Well isn't this an interesting development," she heard the gruff voice that belonged to no other then the Captain himself. He had a strange mixture of sounding tired, amused, and angry all in one when he spoke. Ariel struggled in his grasp and she tried clawing at his hand only to realize her human nails would do nothing to him. "Have to say the dress is a bit impractical for seafaring don't you think love." He told her as he turned her around in his grasp, his good hand wrapped tightly around her waist pulling her flush against him.

She pounded her small fists against his chest before he brought his hooked arm up pinned her arms against his chest eliciting what he was sure was once supposed to be a snarl, still holding her flush to him with the other one. "Really a fish out of water now aren't your darling," he mused with a chuckle, taking amusement in the fiery anger in her blue eyes. She was seething at him and when she had been a Mermaid it would have been more menacing, as it was now, well she was a slip of a girl that by his guess was harmless now.

"Let. Me. Go!" she demanded, glaring up at him since his stature was a few inches taller than hers.

"Ooooh," he mock shivered in fear before smirking at her, still holding her in place against his body despite her struggles. "Let me think," he glanced his eyes up briefly as if he truly were thinking before glancing back down at her "No." he drawled out. His eyes glittering with amusement, but something dangerous lurking underneath.

She bit her lip at his response and felt the tears start to well up in her eyes again, the burn in her legs still ever present. She wasn't scary anymore. She wasn't a monster of the seas to be feared. She was a very human girl and she was stuck with Pirates. "Please?" she begged, trying her last resort.

"Sorry sweetheart," he drawled in a low voice that she was sure was supposed to sound seductive but instead caused bile to rise in her throat that she quickly swallowed down. "You're far too valuable to me yet, and besides this is just too much fun to pass up."

"You're going to keep me here." She said to herself breathlessly and rhetorically as the realization of her situation dawned on her. A new type of fear rolled over her body and gripped her tightly and a panic at what was to come next entering her soul. This was very bad. She had heard the stories of what Pirates would do to young defenseless maidens, she didn't want any of those stories she had heard at the Castles to happen to her.

"Aye lass." He responded to her words, even though he knew they weren't meant as an actual question. She heard a groaning of a man behind her and it momentarily took her attention from the Captain to who had made the sound. It was a man on the stairs leading up to the half upper deck by the wheel that was brushing blond locks back from his face and sitting up with a pained and tired expression.

"Oi, Smith, com'ere will ya" the Pirate holding her called out, still keeping his grip tight. She was far too uncomfortable in his grasp, pressed up against his person. She tried a few times to wriggle out of his grasp but she never managed to break free, instead only getting pulled tighter against him – the exact opposite of what she wanted. At least this pirate smelled of spices and sandalwood, it was far better than the dirt and grime smell of the others she had been around. She supposed that was a perk to being a Captain with his own bathroom fit with a tub.

"What 'appened?" the blond man asked groggily, a hand going to his neck as he cracked from side to side.

"Blasted sewer rat had a magical friend he did." Hook's voice was laced with dark annoyance now. He was remembering his experience as a small goat trapped in his quarters. It was a less than pleasant experience he soon rather forgets. "Done took off on some sort of flying carpet they did. No use chasing them now. Not worth our time, besides we have other matters to attend".

The man stood up and made his way over to the both of them, she noticed that he was as tall as the Captain, but where the Captain was thin built this man was very muscular. His jaw was square and strong looking, his blond locks were almost golden, and he had the most striking stormy grey eyes. He certainly wasn't a dirty pirate like the others she had seen. She leaned her head over and took in a deep sniff. At her action Hook looked down at her and quirked a questioning eyebrow but didn't comment. Her sense of smell was dulled but didn't seem as poor as a humans. The blond smelled clean.

"This the mermaid you were telling me about Captain?" the man Hook had called Smith asked. "Seems to be lacking a tail and fin to me…." He trailed off, giving her a quick once over with a quizzical expression as he ran a hand through his hair.

"Aye matey," he said with a lazy smirk "seems that bloody Genie left behind a parting gift for us, our new fish found her sea leg it seems." He said amused, the hand holding her waist straying to her backside and giving a hearty squeeze.

Ariel let out a noise of indignation at the action and despite the pain in her legs she slammed her foot as hard as she could into the booted foot of the Captain….and it did absolutely nothing but elicited a hearty laugh from the man. This infuriated her so she did the only other thing she could and leaned forward and bit him on the forearm through his leather jacket. "Oi, bloody chit!" shaking his forearm free, giving her use of her arms as she slapped him hard across the face. It only took him a minute to spin her around so that her back was pressed flush against his torso, get control of her pesky hands again, and maneuver his hook so that it was resting threateningly next to her throat to thwart further ideas she might have.

"Can't say you didn't deserve that Cap'n." Smith said with an amused chuckle. This replaced the anger that had worked its way into Hook's eyes with one of tentative amusement, the hint of a smile playing at his lips at his first mates words.

"She's a feisty one, this bird." Hook told Smith. "I need you to take her to my personal quarters, lock her in will ya, and make sure she don't get out. I have to go find out what kind of a mess our uninvited guests left us to clean up." He shoved Ariel towards Smith, who picked her up and threw her over his shoulder in a full swoop.

"Put me down!" she screeched, pounding her fists into Smith's back, he didn't even react to her ministrations of protest.

"Oh and John," Hook said, catching the blond man's attention. "Keep a good eye on that one, but she's off limits to the crew." She felt John Smith nod in understanding and agreement as he started to walk away, her petite form still resting over his broad shoulder and her red locks swaying under her vision almost grazing the deck.

"What's to stop me from jumping out the windows!" she challenged as she craned her head to look up at the retreating form of the Pirate Captain. Her words didn't even faze John as he continued walking, as if she hadn't said anything.

Hook turned around to catch her eye and just smirked at her shrugged his shoulders "It's a bet I am willing to take." He told her, his smirk telling her exactly what they both knew. She wasn't willing to jump to death in the middle of a nowhere ocean. At least not yet.

A/N: So Aladdin and Genie are gone for now (Sorry no Abu!) But later down the road we will probably see them again ;). However, I hope you caught it, I threw in another Disney Character who we will see more of for sure. A lot of you kept asking if the Genie was the way Ariel was getting her legs, well now you know that you were all very right- that was always the plan from the start of this fic.

If you were curious, the inspiration for Ariel's green dress [without spaces]: budgetsavvybride. co .uk / wp-content / uploads /2010 /07 / green-symphany-bridesmaid-maxi-dress . jpg

I am soooo excited to write the next chapter – I have such big plans for this fic. I felt like it took me forever to get her into some legs and out of the brig as I am sure those that are still with me also agree lol. There is a lot more angst down the road, and a bit more darkness, but I feel like the hardest part of setting up the story is now complete with this chapter.

Playlist this chapter: Ed Sheeran – Give Me Love/Lady Gaga – You and I

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