Start of Time: 8/9

Can you believe this fic is almost over? The slow burn heats up a lot again in this chapter, but by the end, well . . . don’t hate me! *ducks and hides* And have you ever imagined Killian Jones doing the “cha cha slide”? No? Well, now you may not be able to forget it. You’re welcome. And this is the last time I have to say this (yay!), but Emma has amnesia and is going by the name Wendy.

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook​​ on her birthday.

Rating: T

Trigger warning: Alice Jones appears in this fic and Alice and Henry are both Killian’s adopted children with Milah. Henry isn’t Emma’s. Positive past Millian. No Neal.

Words: about 3,500 in this chapter

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Louder than the screams you hear; it’s like the sun came out.

“How do I look?”

Wendy spun around from where she was tying the blue ribbon into Alice’s blonde hair. Her throat went dry when she saw Killian standing before her in leather pants of all things. It was topped with a billowy black shirt and a red leather vest. He had his arms out at his sides, his brows arched.

“Well?”

Alice burst out laughing, and Killian’s face fell. Wendy bit her lip as she struggled not to laugh as well. His expression was just so crestfallen.

“Um. I thought you were supposed to be a pirate, not a rock star,” she finally told him.

His expression turned playful at her words, and a smirk played upon his lips as he sauntered towards her. “Well, love, I warned you I wasn’t going to be caught dead in a feathered cap and a permed wig.”

“I see,” Wendy replied, struggling to breathe at his close proximity. He’d left an awful lot of his buttons undone.

“And I’m wearing the hook you ladies bought for me,” he added, waving the plastic appendage before her face.

Wendy took a slightly wobbly step back. “Well, now that I see the full affect . . . it’s definitely more Johnny Depp than Captain Hook, but it’ll work.”

He made a dramatic bow and offered her his hand. “M’lady.”

“Daddy,” Alice giggled, “she’s s’posed to be afraid of you.”

“Oh no,” Killian argued, “the novel specifically says that Hook charmed Wendy.”

When he lifted her hand to his lips to press a kiss there, Wendy wasn’t thinking of the book at all. She was thinking that this Wendy was certainly charmed by this Hook.

Start of Time: 7/9

In this chapter, Wendy/Emma worries things will be awkward after the kiss, and "Wendy's" real life may be closer than she thinks.

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook​ on her birthday.

Rating: T

Trigger warning: Alice Jones appears in this fic and Alice and Henry are both Killian’s adopted children with Milah. Henry isn’t Emma’s. Positive past Millian. No Neal.

Words: about 2,500 in this chapter

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Wendy had a fitful night sleep as she replayed the kiss in her mind. Sometimes she fantasized about it - her heart pounding as she remembered the feel of his lips on hers and his fingers lightly tracing her skin. Other times she beat herself up for grabbing him like that. It wasn’t fair to him at all when she had another life out there to return to. He was a father, too, which made it ten times worse. She hadn’t just gotten too close to Killian - she’d gotten far too close to Henry and Alice as well. She was an awful person, there was no way around it.

She also tossed and turned wondering how in the world she could face him again. First she’d initiated a kiss, and then she’d pushed him away? She’d seen the tormented look on his face - as if he’d done something wrong. She punched her pillow in irritation a couple of times before giving up on sleep altogether.

It was a quarter past four in the morning when she slipped from her room and headed down the stairs. She paused at the bottom step when she thought she heard sounds coming from the deep recesses of the house. She tilted her head. Was that . . . music? Wherever it was coming from, it was faint. She veered around the kitchen, heading towards the hallway off the foyer instead. She’d never ventured into this part of the house. She knew it led to the garage and Killian’s veterinary office on the other side, but she’d never had reason to go there.

Start of Time: 6/9

Well, here it is, later than I anticipated, but I also gave you some thawing of the slow burn, so that makes up for the wait, right? Just don’t get too comfortable, we still have plenty of angst ahead! And what was up with Zelena in the last chapter? Well, don’t worry, I’m not gonna make you wait . . .

Is anyone else as tired as I am of Emma’s amnesia? lol - she’s called Wendy in this, and if you think it’s confusing reading it, try writing it!

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook​​​​​ on her birthday.

Rating: T

Words in this chapter: almost 3k

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“Have you found anything?”

Wendy jumped at the sound of the voice in the quiet kitchen. “Shit, don’t do that!”

“Sorry,” Liam apologized, looking genuinely chagrined. He opened the fridge, retrieved a can of soda, then popped the top. He took a sip, then gestured towards where she sat at the kitchen table with the laptop in front of her. “Got any leads?”

Wendy sighed as she rubbed her temple. “I was so excited to have wifi, but you don’t get much in a Google search when you don’t have a name. There are thirty-two open missing persons cases in Maine for this year, but none of them fit my description.”

“Have you tried googling missing blondes?” he asked, coming to lean over her shoulder. On the one hand, she hated when people, especially men, leaned over her to look at her computer. On the other, she liked that Liam was finally being friendly - helpful even.

“Oh yeah, tried that already. First I got a long list of articles on Natalee Holloway, then I found out that tons of sickos have pinterest boards called missing blondes.”

Liam’s brow furrowed in disgust. “Seriously? I mean, as in - pins about abducted blonde women?”

Wendy nodded and Liam shivered.

“That’s like an online version of those walls serial killers always have in movies,” he told her.

“Agreed.”

Suddenly there was the sound of the back door opening and then slamming shut. Then Henry and Alice came racing into the kitchen and began rummaging around in the pantry and the refrigerator.

“What are you two up to?” Liam asked as he ruffled Henry’s hair.

“Building a snowman,” Killian chuckled from behind Wendy. When she turned in her chair to face him, he smiled at her. “Care to join us?”

Start of Time: 5/9

Yes, the chapter count increased. This chapter passed the 4k mark, and I still had a chunk outlined, so I just decided to stop here and add a chapter.

Just reminding everyone once again that Wendy is the name Emma is going by right now because she doesn't remember who she is.

Summary: Killian and his son are driving through a bad snow storm when they find a disoriented woman walking down the road. The question is, how can they help her get home when she has no idea who she is? Written for @teamhook​​​​ on her birthday.

Rating: T

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Chapter Five

Graham Humbert, sheriff of Storybrooke, towered over Wendy, jotting things down in a pocket-size notebook. His eyes were actually kind, though he never smiled, and his accented voice was calming. Yet his presence seemed to fill the room and command it, making Wendy a little nervous. She rubbed her palms up and down her thighs.

“Do you remember what kind of vehicle you were traveling in?”

Wendy shook her head. Graham tapped on his notebook with the eraser of his pencil, his brow furrowing.

“Were you driving or were you a passenger?”

She let out a frustrated breath. “I can’t remember!”

Graham glanced at Killian, and the two men seemed to share something unspoken. The sheriff pulled over the ottoman and sat down across from her. Oh, so that’s what the look had been. They thought she was fragile. Her will bucked against the idea, and she straightened her spine.

Someone to Watch Over Me: Chapter 9

Summary: Emma Swan is ten years old when she sees the bright blue eyes staring back at her through the cracked door of the wardrobe. She thinks it’s just an imaginary friend until she sees those eyes again at 16 and 23. Based on the prompt: “A child is kidnapped and the monster under the bed isn’t happy about it.”

Rating: T

Trigger Warnings: Attempted rape and violence in chapter two; it is discussed again in this chapter.

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Captain Charming ahead folks!!

Words in this chapter: 3,000 + (I put a cut, but tumblr may eat it . . . )

Chapter 9: The Man Behind the Hook

David had heard tales of the fearsome Captain Hook back in the Enchanted Forest, but since the man had arrived in Storybrooke, he has to admit that all he has seen is a doting father and loving husband. Not that David’s just going to trust the man. He’s still a pirate, and Emma’s still his little girl. Now, as David watches Hook stride across the deck in front of his crew, he can see a bit of the fierceness he had heard tales about. His crew is a dirty, ill-reputable looking lot, but they stand at attention as much as they can in front of their captain, listening dutifully to his words.

“I won’t lie to you, men,” Hook tells them, “the Dark One is out there, and though the protection spell Emma put on this ship is both hiding us from view and keeping out dark magic, I don’t put it past The Crocodile to find a way around it. So I leave it up to you whether you wish to stay on board or head to the inn here in town. Granny Lucas, the proprietress, has assured me she can find space for all of you, and she’ll gladly accept your coin.”

He stops, clasping his hand and hook behind his back. “I’ve also been told that winter comes fast and fierce to this place called Maine, and since it’s late October, that means we have work to do readying the ship. Get to work, men. I’ll be gathering belongings for my family.”

David is surprised when a few of the men give sharp salutes. All chorus a hearty, “Aye, Cap’n!” Then they are scattering to their duties, clearly a well-oiled crew. One of them, a young man in his twenties with light brown hair, approaches Killian and the two embrace with firm claps to the back. Killian turns to David with a smile upon his face.

“David, I’d like you to meet my little brother, Liam.”

The younger man chuckles as he clasps David’s hand, “I prefer younger brother, actually,” then he winks at Hook, “but it’s an old joke.”

David greets Liam warmly with a smile, but he’s thrown a bit. Coming to a pirate ship, he hadn’t expected to see an organized crew or meet family members of the Captain.

Tortures of Hell, With Lower Prices

With everyone heading back to school, I thought I would bring back this ridiculous thing I wrote about CS back to school shopping at Walmart. I wrote this ages ago, long before Hope and the combining of the realms, so this isn’t canon compliant at all. If that’s going to bother you, then just skip this. I don’t hate Hope, chill people. Also can be read on Ao3

It should have been a simple errand. Run into Dark Star Pharmacy on the way home from Granny’s, school supply list in hand. Emma should have known that nothing could be simple where Killian was concerned.

“Five dollars for a bloody notebook!” Killian practically roared. “This is practically robbery, Swan! And I should know, I’m a pirate.”

“But, Daddy!” Evan, their seven year old argued. “It has Star Wars on the front!”

“It ought to be engraved with gold for that price,” Killian grumbled.

“Honey,” Emma argued gently, placing a hand on his arm, “We’ve bought school supplies here for the past four years. And every year, you complain.” Which shouldn’t have surprised her. All prices in this realm were outrageous to her 300 year old pirate.

“Well someone has to! They’re cheating the citizens of our town. Doesn’t Regina care about this?”

Emma refrained from rolling her eyes. “It’s the only place in town that carries school supplies, Killian. They can basically charge whatever they want.”

“Well, they aren’t taking advantage of this pirate anymore, I can tell you that.” Killian snatched the notebook from Evan’s hand and put it back on the shelf, despite the seven year old’s protests. He had five year old Briar Rose hand over the Hello Kitty folder and the sparkly pink pencil case.

“But Daddy!” the little girl pouted. Emma knew Killian was serious when his little girl’s trembling lower lip didn’t sway him.

“If the game is rigged in Storybrooke, we’ll simply go elsewhere, love.”

Someone to Watch Over Me Sneak Peek: Chapter Nine

The next chapter is shaping up to be a long one, but there is so much I want to do in chapter nine, and I want to do it well. So since the next update will probably be awhile, I thought you might like this Captain Charming sneak peek . . .

David tries to force it back, but his face twitches into a half smile nonetheless. Hook falls silent as he gathers things from the room; a small blanket that must be Martha’s, a jewelry box of mahogany with a swan carved into it, and a tiny pair of moccasins. Killian has to reach under the bed for the last item, grumbling about how Martha kicks her shoes of all over the ship. It’s incredibly domestic, tiny pieces of a life that Emma has built with this man. David sees a cradle next to the bed in the corner, mounted to the floor with some sort of hinged piece of wood. He walks closer to it, pushing down on the edge experimentally. The cradle rocks back and forth smoothly.

“That was a little invention of my brother’s,” Hook comments. “Keeps the cradle secure at sea, but can still rock if Emma or I set it in motion. He learned a lot of interesting things from his previous captain, gods rest his soul.”

David frowns, assuming there must be a story to go along with that comment, but he doesn’t ask. He instead runs his hand along the wood of the cradle, which is covered in intricate engravings; a swan, a compass . . . and a wardrobe. David looks up to see Hook at his desk, pulling leather bound books of parchment from its drawers. He clasps one, his face introspective, then he lets out a long breath and holds it out to David.

“You might like to see these,” he tells him.

David walks to his side and takes the book, unwinding the strap of leather that keeps it closed. He opens it to find drawings; one of a tiny baby sleeping in the cradle David had just admired, Emma smiling down at the same baby with a beaming smile, a chubby toddler taking tentative steps as she clings to someone’s hand.

“Emma always regretted that we didn’t have a camera like in the land without magic,” Killian explains, “so I would draw for her. Those are of Martha mostly.”

David swallows hard as he traces another drawing of Martha giggling, her nose wrinkling the way Snow’s does when she is filled fully and completely with joy. “Thank you for showing me these,” David tells him, swallowing thickly. Hook just nods in understanding. “Do you have any more of Emma?” he asks, reaching for the other book.

Hook quickly pulls it out of reach with his metal appendage. “Um,” he says nervously, scratching behind his ear, “you probably don’t want to see those.”

David scowls as the man turns red. Just when he was starting to consider liking the guy . . .

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Someone to Watch Over Me: Chapter 8

So, I figured out that I can post using my tablet if I don't have a pic set banner. Since I don't have one for this fic, I'm able to avoid clogging your dash with this 2,000 + word chapter and no cut.

Much thanks to @kmomof4​ : without her constant flailing, this would never have made it to 8 chapters. And also thanks to @teamhook​ and @artistic-writer​ who (along with Krystal, of course) helped me figure out how to get Neal to Storybrooke.

Summary: Emma Swan is ten when she first sees the bright blue eyes watching her from the cracked door of the wardrobe. She thinks it's just an imaginary friend until she sees those eyes again at 16 and 23. Based on the following prompt: a child gets kidnapped, and the monster under the bed isn't happy about it. But then it ballooned into an alternate version of season1/2 where CS is already a thing.

Rating: T

Trigger warning: violence and attempted rape in chapter 2 (which is what pisses off the "monster")

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