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Gold had reappeared in the back room of his shop and as his red cloud disappeared he looked at Belle and said in a very monotone voice like he was just discussing evert day life.

"Why don't you take the car? You could go to the store at the other end of town and pick up something for dinner"

Emma watched as the Dark One suddenly turned and just walked away not even looking back but she didn't have time to think about how he had just helped her. She just bundled up a still sobbing Junior and hauled herself to her feet to find Belle waiting with the keys to Gold's Cadillac in her hands.

They didn't speak they both just headed ran onto the street knowing that they had to get to the hospital ASAP. Belle opened the door to the car and Emma practically threw herself into the seat not even bothering with the seatbelt, she just pulled Junior into her lap brushing her hand threw his hair as he continued to cry quietly.

"Shhhh shhhh shhh, Momma's got you, come on now, you're OK"

But she knew he wasn't OK, he was literally heartbroken and there was nothing that she could do about that other than be there for him. Belle had them heading towards the hospital in no time at all and Emma tried to see what injuries Junior actually had as he clung on to her. She could clearly see the bloody rag around his leg... wait, was that her Dad's pajamas? She then knew that it had been her Dad that had helped Junior and that thought brought her comfort but she still didn't know what the makeshift bandage was hiding and right now she wasn't prepared to pull it back to look. She knew that he had a lot of bruising around his face but none of those seemed to be too serious. She sighed and closed her eyes tipping her head back against the seat trying to settle herself a bit, she wouldn't be any good to Junior if he picked up on her stress but she suddenly gave a frown when she realized that Junior had gone quiet and the grip that he had had on her shirt had gone slack. To begin with she thought that he had simply fallen asleep but when Belle hit a huge pot hole and the car bounced dramatically his little head just lolled to the side and Emma realized that he was unconscious not just sleeping.

"Junior?" Emma gave him a slight shake trying to bring him round but he was completely out of it and Emma started to panic "Belle, put your foot down"

Belle nodded her head vigorously and Emma pulled Junior in closer. God she couldn't deal with this, please just let him be OK. It only took about five more minutes to get to Storybrooke General then Emma was moving again running straight through the doors with a totally unresponsive Junior clutched to her chest.

"WE NEED HELP... PLEASE, YOU HAVE TO HELP HIM" she screamed out as the tears started to tumble down her cheeks.

Two nurses rushed forward and ushered Emma towards one of the treatment rooms, as soon as she was through the doors they were pulling Junior away from her and lying him down on the treatment table leaving her with nothing else to do but hug herself and watch. One of the nurses slammed her hand onto a button on the wall and spoke directly into it.

"Doctor Whale to treatment room three... I repeat Doctor Whale to treatment room three...Code white – Pediatric"

The other Nurse was working furiously to assess Junior's condition and she looked up at Emma and asked "What happened?"

"I don't know" Emma replied with a shrug, she felt so useless "I wasn't there"

Emma seemed to be stuck to the spot as she watched them working, Junior soon had an oxygen mask over his face and as one nurse worked at attaching him to the heart rate monitor the other stripped him out of his pajamas using a huge pair of surgical scissors. The more of him Emma saw the more the tears fell, he was covered in bruises but the worst was still to come as the nurse snipped off his makeshift bandage to reveal the huge gash in his leg that immediately started leaking blood at an alarming rate.

Belle suddenly pushed through the door behind her causing Emma to turn but she was looking back at the bed in seconds as her friend just stood by her side in silence.

"This looks nasty" the nurse hissed clamping a fresh dressing over it and applying pressure "Do you know what caused it?!"

Emma was about to answer, about to yell for what felt like the hundredth time that she didn't know but Belle stepped forward and almost whispered "It was a crossbow bolt"

WHAT?

Emma gasped in a choking breath as the reality hit her, Junior had been shot with a crossbow. Belle quickly turned and pulled her into a hug and Emma found herself clinging onto her friend like her life depended on it until Whale suddenly burst through the doors. He marched straight up to the table not even looking about but that all changed when his eyes fell on the patient. His head snapped up and he looked at Emma.

"Where is Hook? Does he need attention too"

"He's gone" Emma replied sniffing in a breath and scrubbing her face "Please, just help Junior"

Whale gave a slight nod looking back to the bed with a frown of confusion, it seemed like he was about to ask something else but he obviously decided against it and just started checking over Junior instead. He said nothing else but when he lowered his stethoscope to Junior's chest a few minutes later his eyebrows shot up and he looked at Emma with wide eyes obviously only hearing the one heart beat. She knew she had to speak, Whale thought that Hook was dead.

"Hook and my Dad got pulled through a portal... they're not dead... they're just not here" she said with a slight smile and she saw the relief on the Doc's face, he really did care!

"So that breaks the link?" he asked with a frown "Hook's not injured... None of this is down to him?"

Again Emma was about to say she didn't know and again Belle answered "He has a crossbow bolt through his shoulder but I don't think that's effecting Junior anymore"

Emma's legs gave a wobble when she realized that Hook was hurt too and if Belle hadn't been there to catch her she would have fallen on the floor when the room suddenly spun. One of the nurses rushed towards her with a chair and they helped her sit down.

Her mind was racing...Hook had been shot too... and he was in Neverland!

She let her head fall into her hands as she lent forward on her chair suddenly feeling quite sick... he would never survive there with no treatment, surely an infection would get into the wound... he would die and she would never know when he was finally gone.

But then she remembered her Dad... he would fix it... he would keep Killian safe.

But what if they weren't together... what if her Dad was hurt too?

Suddenly she looked up at Belle "Was my Dad hurt?"

Belle shook her head "Not that I know of, Emma they'll find a way home or we'll find a way to bring them home I just know it"

Emma couldn't answer, she wouldn't. She felt it deep in her soul too, she knew Belle was right but she thought if she voiced it somehow she would curse it and it wouldn't happen and she needed them home but more than that, more than her own need she knew that Junior needed them home.

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David stoked the fire in the hearth before lighting his torch again and heading back out to the cave entrance to check on the one out there. He slowly made his way past the sleeping Pirate and up the narrow passageway where he could hear the rain pummelling the ground outside. In all the time that he had spent in Neverland the first time he had never even so much as seen a drop but now the island seemed to be making up for it as the rain came down in torrents.

He looked out at the dismal sight and gave a sigh, he missed the sun already and they had only been here for a few hours. He also gave a shiver, he didn't ever remember being cold here either but perhaps the seasons were different, maybe it was winter here while it was summer back home. With a sigh he decided that it didn't really matter so he turned to the pile of wood that he'd brought up earlier and threw a few more logs onto the dying flames making sure that they caught before giving one last look out into the gloom and turning to head back inside, finally ready to try and deal with himself. He was filthy, his pajama pants were soaking wet and he ached from head to toe... maybe he'd brew some of that tea.

He filled the kettle from a fresh water spring that ran down the wall to what looked like a makeshift faucet then hung it over the fire from the hook that was already in place before looking around for anything he could use to cover himself while he washed both his and Hook's pajamas. His eyes fell on what looked like a small blanket box at the end of the bed and sure enough when he pulled it open it was to find bed linen inside.

Where had the fairy managed to get all this from?

But as he dug through the box it became obvious that she had somehow got the comforter at least from the Jolly Roger, it had the same design on it that all the beds in the bunk room had had before Henry had redesigned his room.

David grabbed a simple white sheet before stripping out of his wet pajamas to have a quick wash then he tied the sheet around himself so he could get on with a few things. The water had been cold and he gave a shiver as he looked for something bigger to heat a decent amount of water in knowing that he would still need to clean Hook up and while David had put up with the stuff straight from the spring he most definitely couldn't use that on the Pirate. He'd probably need to change the bedding too after he'd done that. He'd literally just flung the Pirate into the bed earlier when he'd finally found the cave before pulling him out of his pajamas and wrapping him tightly in the blanket to try and get some heat back into him. David had cleaned around the wound in Hook's shoulder before removing the arrow but he knew that the rest of the Pirate was still very muddy and he couldn't stay that way.

He found an old tin bath and a large two handled pot in one of the larger cupboards and pulled them out thinking that he could use the tub to wash the pajamas and the sheets. He then found some "soap" like substance near the sink and got to work filling the pot with water before settling it over the flames along side the kettle.

His tea could wait.

He found a length of string and tied it across the room near the fire as the water warmed then once it it was ready he got to work washing the the pajamas, it was tricky with his still healing fingers but he just got on with it... hell, it wasn't like Hook would be able to do it anytime soon so he didn't have another option. In the end he just pulled off the sticky bandaging from his fingers and tossed it to one side knowing that it was beyond useless now and it was doing nothing other than get in his way. He was just hanging the wet clothes up to dry a short time later when Hook gave a groan and opened his eyes.

"David?"

"I'm here" he replied stepping between the garments and heading over.

"Nice toga" Hook chuckled but it turned into a frown then a groan as his hand made it's way up to his ribs and his eyes closed again.

"You think you can manage some of that tea now?" David asked hopefully

Hook gave a little sigh and opened his eyes to look up at him "Aye, I'll give it a go, my stomach feels a bit steadier now"

"OK, back in a minute"

Again David busied himself, he kept glancing across at Hook who seemed to have nodded off again but after a few minutes David was surprised when the Pirate spoke even though his eyes were still closed.

"I used to visit Tink here you know... once I had gained her trust that is."

David's eyebrows shot up, did he want to hear this?

Yet he found himself asking anyway "Visit or "visit", there's a difference"

Hook smirked then frowned "Just visit... Tink and I, we... we were more just acquaintances than friends. She was a means to an end as far as I was concerned. If I hadn't been such a pompous fool I could have had a real friend but at the time I didn't want to let anyone get too close, I wasn't ready."

David just watched as Hook opened his eyes and stared at the low ceiling and carried on "All that changed though... after Rufio. I don't know what it was about that Lad that made me help him. Perhaps I saw myself in him but he changed something in here" he lifted his hand to his heart and let it rest there "I wanted to help him, I wanted to be the man I always wanted to be... but I lost myself again David, it didn't last."

David could tell that something was worrying Hook so he grabbed the tea and headed over "You're not that person anymore though Hook"

"Are you sure?" he asked looking straight up into David's eyes "Because I'm not. I don't know how long it will take but this island... it makes you forget David... what if I forget my family... what if I forget who I am and go back to how I used to be... I couldn't bear it."

David got it now. Hook had a potion the last time he was here to stop himself forgetting, this time they had nothing but David wasn't going to get pulled into the "what if" game.

"We won't be here that long Hook, we are getting out of here remember"

Hook just looked at him in disbelief but he muttered "Aye" anyway and let his eyes slide closed.

"Right Pirate, let's get some of this tea into you and then I'll see what I can find around here to eat"

Hook's eyes popped open again as David brought the cup of semi hot tea up to his mouth. He took a few mouthfuls before lying back and shaking his head.

"That is enough Mate. It is quite powerful stuff, if you drink too much it can knock you out for hours"

"Maybe that's not such a bad thing" David tried to reason but Hook just shook his head and pulled in another few breaths before looking around the cave.

"There should be a fishing spear in that corner and a few traps in that cupboard, you should lay them before it gets too late, most of the animals here only come out at night"

"Great!" David griped "Seems like I'm getting wet again"

"Just leave the fishing if you don't want to get wet" Hook said with a frown "Lay the traps, they will be full by morning, just you wait and see"

"I'll still get wet Hook, it's pouring down"

Suddenly Hook's eyes were wide and he was craning his neck towards the entrance "What? David in all the years I stayed here it never rained once, why is it raining now?"

"Never?" David asked standing up and moving to the passageway just listening to the sounds travelling down towards him.

"Not a single drop" Hook reiterated "The island is fed from underground springs that stem from the magical spring at the top of Deadman's peak, that's how everything grows"

"So why is it raining now?" David pondered speaking out loud then he turned back to Hook "Please tell me that it got cold here, the last time we came it was warm the whole time"

Hook shook his head "Never had a cold day here either. David what is going on?"

"I don't know but I'm going to go and lay the traps anyway, I'll see what I can see when I'm out there"

"Be careful" Hook suddenly said looking worried "I do not want to lose another Brother to this bloody island"

David gave him a smile as he headed back into the room "Don't worry, I'll not go far and I will most definitely keep my wits about me. Believe me when I say I am neither dying in this sheet or my pajamas"

Hook gave a little chuckle but then frowned again "I mean it David, this place is fraught with dangers, please be careful"

David could see the genuine worry in his face so he answered seriously "I will, I promise"

He grabbed the traps from the cupboard and headed out towards the passageway just giving Hook a quick smile before he ducked his head and started out towards the rain. As he got closer to the cave entrance he checked the traps in his hand before slinging them over his shoulder, he adjusted his "toga" then just went for it and his feet were sliding about in the mud in seconds.

There was a trail heading off in both direction but he chose to go back the way he had come knowing it would be easier to follow his own footprints. The rain was horrendous and in no time at all he was soaked through but he just kept going laying the traps down as he went. He only had one left when he hit the clearing that they had landed in a few hours before and he gave a sigh as his eyes fell on a very fresh basic looking grave right in the centre.

Devin...

The other Lost Ones must have found him or at least one of him but that image in his head brought him to think of Junior, was the kid still alive? Or had he simply vanished when the Jewel exploded?

He didn't want to think about it... that latter option scared the life out of him and he found himself gulping back tears at the thought of losing him as an image of Junior's happy little face popped into his head.

David made his way over to the rock pile and looked at the wooden cross made out of two sticks tied together that had been jammed into the ground at the far end. Devin's jacket hung over it along with Granny's crossbow and as much as David didn't like to disrespect the dead he moved forward and grabbed them. The jacket would be too small for himself but it would probably fit Hook at a squeeze and right now they needed all the warmth they could get so he threw the sodding wet thing over his shoulder and laid the last trap before lifting the crossbow.

Looking back over his shoulder into the clearing as he started back up the trail he thought he saw movement in undergrowth. He froze for a second just watching with baited breath until he was sure there was nothing there, it must have been a bird or something. David sagged in relief eyes falling closed as he tried to settle his beating heart but when he opened them again he gave a gasp as his gaze fell on something in the long grass.

Rumplestiltskin's dagger!

It was here in Neverland but something was very different about it... David bent down and gently took hold of the handle in his fingers lifting it up to dangle in front of his face looking at it in awe.

What the hell was going on?

The dagger looked exactly the same except for the fact that the ornate script and delicate patterns that were emblazoned on it's blade were glowing brightly, highlighting them against the coolness of the ancient metal!

David blinked his eyes in disbelief and mumbled "Well this is new"