A/N: My first venture into this fandom. Hope you enjoy!

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Emma awoke with a groan, her head pounding as she slowly regained consciousness. Her eyes slowly cracked open, only to find herself enveloped in darkness, for which her splitting head was momentarily grateful until memory rushed back. She jerked, trying to sit up, only to find her right wrist chained to the headboard of the bed she was on… with her own handcuffs.

"Easy, love."

She froze, her eyes snapping to the figure casually reclining in the doorway across from the bed. "What did you do?" she asked, her voice barely containing the rush of anger that she felt.

Hook pushed away from the doorframe and a dim light flared as he turned up a gas lantern attached to the wall. She glanced around at her new surroundings, trying to process the copious amount of polished wood and general pirateness. "Hook," she said again, her voice flat, "What. Did. You. Do?"

He had that infuriating self satisfied smirk on his face as he came to stand next to the bed. She tugged futilely at the cuff around her wrist, wincing slightly as her headache pulsed again and the cool metal bit into her flesh.

"Never fear, Emma. You'll be thanking me for this soon enough."

"Untie me. Now."

A suggestive eyebrow cocked as he glanced at her restrained hand. "Now why would I do that, darling, when I have you right where I want you."

She abruptly moved to grab him with her free hand, but he quickly moved out of the way and she fell back with a curse, her eyes scrunched closed against the pounding in her head. "Damn it."

"Sorry about the head, love. Had to get you here somehow and knocking you out was the quickest way. A little rum should take care of that for you."

She pried her eyes open again and sat up slowly. "And why did you have to bring me to what I presume is your boat?" she asked, attempting to be civil.

He shot her a cold smile, something dark sparking in his eyes. "I couldn't very well have you running amuck in your Storybrooke, could I? I made a deal with Cora to ensure my revenge. Getting you out of town was part of my end of the bargain." He pulled out a familiar flask from his pocket and handed it to her.

Emma paled slightly as she automatically took what was offered. "Cora is still in Storybrooke?" She tried to move off the bed, her cuffed hand jerking on her restraint, holding her in place. "I have to get back there! Henry—"

"Lass, trust me, you don't have to worry about your boy. Not due to Cora, at least."

"What the hell does that mean?" She tugged at the headboard again. "Damn it, Hook! Let me up!"

Hook chuckled softly. "You know, Miss Swan, I may be starting to understand your continued desire to have me tied up."

Emma took a deep breath and closed her eyes, attempting to calm herself. She felt the bed creak and a hand lightly touched the side of her face, causing her to jerk back with a hiss, her eyes flying open. "What—"

"Hold still. You've a nasty cut." His fingers trailed up to her forehead, brushing a sore bump that caused her to gasp and pull farther away. He let his hand drop and grabbed the forgotten rum flask off the bed next to her, holding it up. "Best I can do for now, love. We'll get you looked at when we pull into port."

Emma reluctantly took it, looking at it with trepidation before she inwardly shrugged, moving to bring her other hand up to pull the cork off out of habit. It clanked against the wood again and she let out an irritated sigh, resigning herself to bringing the flask up to her mouth and pulling the cork out with her teeth, letting it drop on the bed as she took a long pull of the fiery liquid.

"What do you mean, when we pull into port?" she asked with a grimace as the rum burned her insides, looking up at Hook who was gazing back with darkened eyes. "Where are we?"

His expression fell slightly, as if anticipating her reaction. "Not in your world any longer."

Emma felt like she had been punched in the stomach. She'd fought so hard to get back, to Henry, to her family, and now she'd lost them all again, and she had no idea how or why. "Why?" she asked through gritted teeth, her hands balled into fists as she fought to control her raging emotions. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Because Cora gave me two options. The first involved disposal of your corpse. The second, I keep you out of the way while Cora carries out her plans. I assumed you would condone my current actions." He stood and she looked up at him. "Apparently I was wrong."

Emma shook her head. "My entire family is back in Storybrooke, and you expect me to be happy that I'm not there with them while Cora runs around doing God knows what! You expect me to thank you for kidnapping me and tying me to your bed?"

"Actually, yes. It could have been the mast, darling." He smirked again, the amusement back in his blue eyes. "But I understand just how thick that skull of yours can be." He leaned closer and winked. "And I'm a patient man."

"Holy hell," Emma grumbled, rolling her eyes and taking another long drink of rum. She was going to need it. She looked around the room again, for the first time hearing the creaks of the wood and the sounds coming from above deck. "If we really are sailing somewhere, then I can't escape the ship. Tying me up seems like a bit of overkill."

"Oh, I know exactly how much trouble you can be, Emma. You're staying right where you are for the time being." He turned and started walking for the door.

"Wait! You can't just leave me here! Hook!"

He glanced back at her, his grin widening. "As ironic as this is, you're right. I'm not going to leave you there, though you do make a pretty picture. I'll be back, love. Try to get some sleep."

He actually left, closing the door behind him. She stared for a long moment of disbelief before her anger got the better of her, and she threw the flask across the room with a cry, tugging futilely at the handcuffs. She looked around frantically for something she could use to pick the lock, but came up empty and fell back on the bed with a curse, staring up at the low wood ceiling, unsure what her next move would be.


She must have fallen asleep because she came to with a start, trying to blink the sleep from her eyes. The gas lantern was still burning, casting a warm glow over the room, but she could see sunlight peeking from under the door as she sat up. The pounding in her head was slightly better as she reached up to rub her temple, wincing slightly, and froze, looking at her free wrist in surprise.

A second later she was scrambling off the bed, looking at the door warily. "Okay, think, Emma," she muttered to herself, hurrying over to a table and pushing some papers aside, looking for anything she could use to defend herself with. All she came up with was what looked to be a fairly dull butter knife. She let out a long breath and tucked it into her boot. Better than nothing.

After she gave up finding anything better, she slowly made her way over to the door, straining to hear anything on the other side. Beside the sounds of the ship, she could make out voices above, the sound of feet on wood, possibly the clang of metal on metal. She frowned, taking a deep breath, and opened the door. She could do this. She had to, to get back to her family.

She took the steps up to the main deck slowly, eventually emerging, blinking in the bright sunlight.

"Ah, good. You're awake," Hook's voice said next to her and she jumped, falling back against the doorframe before she could stop herself.

"You really need to relax, darling," he chuckled, moving away from her.

She glared after him, but quickly hurried to fall into step beside him. She looked around the large deck, noting the sailors moving about, tending to the needs of the ship, and the glimmer of land on the far horizon. "You untied me," she said, turning her attention back to him as he made his way aft.

"I think you understand that there is nowhere else for you to go," he said with a shrug. "And you were being asked for."

She frowned again. "By who? Who else knows me on here? And where did you find all these sailors?"

Hook shot a grin over his shoulder as he lightly climbed the stairs to the quarterdeck. Emma was rapidly losing her patience when she heard a voice cry out over the sound of the ship and the water, freezing her blood.

"You son of a bitch. You didn't," she breathed, her blue-green eyes snapping to Hook who had finally turned to face her.

His grin widened to a full-blown smile. "I did tell you he would be safe from Cora."

She ran up the remaining stairs, pushing past Hook to find Henry locked in a mock wooden sword fight with a disreputable looking fellow who appeared to be missing nearly all of his teeth.

"Henry!" Emma called, her heart thudding in her chest.

The boy and the pirate stopped, and as he turned to see her, a huge grin split his face. He ran over, throwing his arms around her before pulling back quickly. "How cool is this, Mom! We're on a pirate ship!" Excitement lit his face as he looked up at her. "How are you feeling? Hook said you had a bad headache and needed to sleep."

"That's Captain to you, lad," Hook said as he walked by, playfully cuffing him on the head.

Emma pulled Henry to her, moving him so she stood between him and Hook. "What have you done?"

His eyes narrowed slightly. "I believe I've just done you a favor. Have a little courtesy and say thank you."

"You kidnapped my son!" she snapped.

"Would you have preferred I left him to Cora's tender mercies? You know she was looking for the boy, for Regina."

Emma paled slightly at the news, feeling sick. "You should have just stayed out of my business." She shook her head, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "You were supposed to stay in your world, and I was supposed to stay in mine."

"We're from the same world, Emma, and you can be as angry as you'd like about it, doesn't change anything. You're stuck with me for the time being."

Emma stared at him silently for a long, drawn out moment, a small frown of confusion marring her face. "Why would you bring Henry if you knew Cora was looking for him? Aren't you two working together?"

Hook only shrugged. "Just because I have a deal with the witch doesn't mean I agree with everything she does. And I believed you would be more amicable if your boy was along with you."

Her grip on Henry tightened slightly. "Is that a threat?"

Hook's expression darkened, and he advanced on her until he was only a hairsbreadth away. "If I threaten you, you'll know it, darling."

She forced herself not to move away even though she could feel his breath against her lips and his body heat bleeding through her shirt, making her stomach clench. His eyes carefully searched her face before locking with her own. She felt the air between them shift, the tension tight enough to cut through. She didn't know what this was, this thing that flared up between them at the most inconvenient times. She could not trust this man, but some deep-seated part of her kept whispering that it would be okay if she did, and that scared the hell out of her.

A sliver of a frown appeared on Hook's face as he watched her. "Have I given you reason to fear me, Emma?" he asked softly.

She swallowed hard. She'd forgotten—open book. "No, but that doesn't mean I trust your motives."

"You know exactly what my motives are. I've not made them a secret." He stepped back, breaking whatever tenuous thread had been between them, and shot a glance at Henry who was watching them with a confused expression. "Your boy's safe, you're safe, and Cora will be dealt with in due time." He made a gesture around the ship. "Relax a little, Emma. Enjoy it."

"You know, I still have family in Storybrooke. I can't just think about myself."

Hook shrugged and turned away again, walking over towards the toothless pirate. "Not going to change anything, Swan." He leaned down and picked up the wooden sword that Henry had dropped, flipping it carelessly in his grasp so the hilt faced out as he came back to them and handed it to the boy. "Keep working on the footwork, lad. We don't want you turning out to be as bad of a swordsman as your mother."

Henry eagerly took the sword, glancing up at Emma reluctantly for permission. She let out a long sigh and shrugged. "Just be careful, kid."

"Thanks," he grinned and hurried back over to Toothless.

"Seriously? I kicked your ass at the portal," she said with a raised brow, turning on the captain.

Hook grinned and stepped into her again, his good hand ghosting up her arm. "I wouldn't go that far, darling, but if you come back down to my cabin, I'll let you do whatever you want to my ass," he breathed, his gaze pointedly falling to her lips.

She shoved him away, ignoring the shiver than ran through her at his touch. "Do you ever give it a rest?"

"Where's the fun in that?"

Emma closed her eyes, taking a deep breath trying to calm herself. She had no idea why he could get under her skin so fast. The man was infuriating. "All right, listen, buddy," she started, opening her eyes and pinning him with a glare. "If anything happens to Henry, I will end you. I don't care if I'm on your ship full of pirates in some far away land. He is the best thing that's happened to me, and I will do everything in my power to keep him safe. Understand?"

Hook stared at her for a long drawn out moment, his gaze surprisingly serious for once. "Nothing will happen to your boy, Emma."

She continued to meet his gaze searchingly, looking for any hint of a lie and coming up empty. "Okay." She looked away, the distant shoreline catching her eye. "So what's the plan? You're supposed to keep me out of Cora's way for how long? How are we getting back?"

He stepped next to her, his blue eyes flicking from the shore to her. "Easy, love. All will be explained in time."

"I want it explained now," she demanded, turning to him again.

"I believe I've had enough of your demands today, darling. This is still my ship."

"And I really don't care. Explain. Now."

His eyes flicked over her again, assessing. "Not here. Come." He started back towards the stairs of the quarterdeck, towards his cabin, when the ship rocked violently, sending them both into the side rail.

"Captain!" someone yelled, a sailor running up to them across the deck as everyone else bolted into action.

"What is it?" Hook demanded, his eyes sweeping across the ship and the surrounding water, as he righted himself.

The ship lurched again, sending Emma to the deck, hard. She looked around frantically for Henry, finding him in the same position as her several yards away.

"Captain! It's a kraken!" the sailor yelled, pointing back towards the starboard side.

Hook's hand was suddenly wrapped around her arm, yanking her to her feet. "Ready the carronades and bring her around to port. We need to open the damn thing," he bellowed, pulling Emma with him as he moved towards the helm. "You get your boy and get below. Now!" he told Emma, pushing her towards where Henry was struggling to his feet.

Emma quickly grabbed Henry, turning to find that Hook had removed the helmsman and taken the position himself. Utter chaos was unfolding around them, sails were being unfurled that she hadn't even noticed earlier and men were running about readying cannons and any number of other things she didn't recognize. The water almost looked like it was boiling off the starboard side, sending the ship rocking violently.

Emma looked back at Hook, surprised by how collected he actually appeared. "Hook?" she called, her voice shaking more than she wanted it too.

He glanced at her, frowning slightly. "Bloody hell, Swan, do you ever do what your told? Get below!"

Emma nodded, not needing to be told again. She pulled Henry after her, dodging around the sprinting sailors, moving towards the door to Hook's cabin. She heard a collective yell and the concussive boom of cannon fire, her head jerking up to see what was happening.

"Mom…" Henry said in a small voice as they both stumbled to a halt, awestruck by the sight before them as the huge kraken roared out of the water, tentacles flailing, reaching for the ship.

Emma forced her mouth to snap shut and started moving again. "Henry, let's go!"

"Swan!" She heard Hook scream and her blood ran cold as she looked up just in time to see one of the massive tentacles snake over the side of the ship, snapping rigging and pushing men aside as it headed straight for her and Henry.

She didn't even have time to think, just enough to push Henry as hard as she could away from her towards the cabin door and brace as the flailing thing struck her hard, sending her spinning towards the side of the ship as darkness flared up and engulfed her.

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