Authors Note: This fic is an experiment I have been doing over on Tumblr. I had a basic idea and plot line for a story but decided to turn it into a choose your own adventure. Each chapter ends with a decision and my Tumblr followers voted on where the story should go. The entire fic is almost finished so I decided to start posting it here. Even though people got to vote on the plot I think it still stands up as a good story and I hope you enjoy it! I will try to get up a few chapters a day so you will have plenty to read if you are interested.

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Emma Swan hovers just below consciousness. The light of the morning sun flickers on her closed eyelids while the unusual warmth of her bed surrounds her. She burrows deeper into the blankets and is met with something warm and solid at her back. Her eyes fly open and then squint shut again at the blinding light. She feels a large, heavy hand slide over her hip and every muscle in her body tenses.

Emma Swan is used to strange beds but she does not do waking up in those beds and she definitely does not do snuggling. She sluggishly thinks back trying to remember the what and why of this particular one night stand, but there is nothing there. She can't even remember going out drinking.

She feels a hot breath sighing out over her neck and the hand pulls her closer. She shivers and takes a deep breath, holding it as she turns her head, desperate not to wake him up. When her eyes connect with his face she forgets her precaution and gives a yelp. Laying next to her—with bed tousled hair, dark smudged eyeliner, and a content smile on his face—is Captain Hook.

Emma jumps back, twists in the sheets, and tumbles out of bed. She lands on her back with a loud thud on some kind of plush carpet. She looks around wildly expecting to find herself on his ship but is amazed to see a room the size of her apartment in Boston filled with antique furniture, tapestries hung up over stone walls and large rugs thrown over the polished wooden floor.

"Bloody hell."

Emma scrambles to her feet to see the pirate sitting bolt upright in the king sized four poster bed she had just vacated. He is wearing a billowy white shirt and looks as shocked as she feels.

"Swan? What?"

He takes her in and she realizes she is wearing nothing but a white, floor length, silk nightdress.

His bewilderment turns to a smirk as his eyes meet hers. She resists the urge to shrink under his gaze and puts her hands on her hips.

"What the hell is going on Hook?"

His smirk falls and he furrows his brow looking about the room once more.

"Off-hand I would say a dream."

She snorts. "More like a nightmare."

He nods. "Yes, it is rather nightmarish to wake up with a beautiful woman and not be able to remember the night's activities." He quirks his eyebrow.

"We did not sleep together," she proclaims with a confidence she does not feel.

He flicks his eyes up and down. "In point of fact, we did sleep together."

She rolls her eyes. "You know what I mean."

"Aye." He drops his eyebrow and his smirk, suddenly serious. "Something is definitely amiss. What is the last thing you remember?"

Emma hates the way he flips from flirtatious to business; it gives her whiplash trying to keep up, just like on the beanstalk. She folds her arms in front of her like a shield.

"We were trying to stop Regina."

The memories wash over her.

They had discovered that the magic bean field was destroyed and dejectedly returned to town. Hook was waiting for them inside the loft—even though it had been locked—with information and an offer to team up again. David punched him and then they listened.

He explained how Tamara had brought him to Storybrooke and how she was working with Greg. That they were part of some weird anti-magic conspiracy group. They had wanted him to betray Regina but he had decided the Evil Queen was safer company and so he had betrayed them instead. But once he had heard Regina's full plan—a counter curse that would wipe memories and take some back to the Enchanted Forest—he had decided to betray her and chosen Emma and her family as allies. They didn't trust him but they trusted a grief stricken and vindictive Regina even less. Emma remembered splitting up in groups to scour the town.

"I was heading toward Granny's with Mary-Margaret."

"And I was going down into the mines with the Prince."

"So how did we get to Excalibur?" She sweeps her hand around the room.

His brow wrinkles. "The sword of King Arthur?"

"No. It's this casino in Vegas–Wait King Arthur's real too?"

Hook opens his mouth but is cut off by a quick rap at the door.

"Your Highness, are you decent?" A familiar, gruff voice calls and then the door flies open revealing Granny bustling into the room with a large silver tray full of covered dishes. She gives them both a wide smile as she moves to a small table for two halfway through the room and deposits her tray.

"They didn't think you would be awake so early what with your late arrival. But I told them I heard you stirring. Not eavesdropping mind, my wolf hearing is not what it used to be."

Emma stares at her strange clothing, a long floor length dress in a subdued floral pattern, and throws a look at Hook. He shrugs.

"I do hope you enjoyed your honeymoon because Snow, I mean the Queen, has missed you terribly. Although she understands you needed time away with your husband." Granny turns to look at them and her smile drops. "Your Highness, are you well? You look pale as a new moon."

When there is no response she moves closer and puts a hand on Emma's forehead."Emma?"

Her name snaps her back to reality and she pushes the old ladies hand away.

"I'm fine. Really."

Granny steps back and gives her a puzzled look. "Alright. Well, the Queen asked that you both attend her this morning."

Emma nods and Granny gives her one more look before heading for the door. Emma feels like that time she went to the carnival and rode the tilt-a-whirl, when she got off the world just kept spinning even though she was standing still. She sinks to the bed as Granny's words swirl around her head. Distantly she hears Hook chuckling. She wrings her hands and that's when she notices the ring; an intricate silver band with a large ruby that she has never seen before. She twists toward Hook and holds up her hand.

"What. The. Hell?"

His eyes fall to the ring and his chuckle dies on his lips. His eyes grow dark.

"Where did you get that?"

Emma starts at the anger in his voice and stands up to face him. "Hey buddy I am just as lost here as you are. The lady from the diner just called me 'Your Highness' and apparently thinks we are married. That's kind of a lot to take in."

"Yes. Of course," he mutters but his eyes are still on her hand. After a long moment he drags his eyes to hers and gives a short nod. "Whatever happened to bring us here has clearly altered other things." He waved a hand at Emma. "You, for instance, seem to be a Princess."

"And what are you?"

He shrugs, a smirk lighting up his face, "Your devilishly handsome husband?"

She groans wondering if this was part of some elaborate punishment from Regina.

"This has got to be a curse." she says as she turns away, missing the flash of disappointment on Hook's face. "I am going to find Mary-Margaret and David and figure out what the hell is going on."

"I don't think that's a good idea, love. Until we determine exactly what kind of enchantment we are confronting and who has been effected I think it's best to keep up a charade."

Decision Time

Emma and Hook find Snow and David and tell them about Storybrooke

or

Emma and Hook keep everything a secret until they can figure out exactly what happened.

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Authors Note: As I said this is mostly complete. All the voting is done but I am going to keep the options at the end of each chapter so people can understand where the story could have gone. I'll post as quick as I can but if you are impatient you can go find me on Tumblr and read them there I have the same name and they are all tagged "where paths diverge" Chapter 11 is currently open for voting.