I know there are so many other WIP's of mine I should be focused on but the Captain Swan ship has taken over my brain, and it won't leave!

This will probably only have a few parts to it. Enjoy!

Part 1

Emma Swan had no idea how she'd been talked into this.

Looking around at the packed out room, she wondered how it was even possible for this many people to be in such a small establishment. The building she was currently making her way through was newly owned and had been transformed to something the town had been lacking up until then. It was, for all intents and purposes, Storybrooke's first independently owned club.

Not exactly like the nightclubs she would frequent back in New York. But considering this one was in Maine, Storybrooke and run by fairytale characters, the comparison wasn't fair.

Emma had to admit though, she did like what they'd done to the place.

And by 'they' she meant Seb, Floyd and Scott.

Also known as Sebastian, Flounder and Scuttle. Yes, Storybrooke's first "nightclub" (and she used that term loosely) was run by a crab, a fish and a seagull. And surprisingly they did a pretty good job.

Turns out when the curse was broken, Cora was defeated and everyone was safe, people took it upon themselves to really make amends. They began rebuilding the community here in the real world, starting with the damage left behind by Cora. It was in no small part thanks to a supposedly dried up bean belonging to one leather wearing pirate with a penchant for trouble. That very same captain even managed to redeem himself during the whole Cora debacle. For reasons only known to himself he'd decided his loyalties were better served with herself and her family. As much as the man grated on her last nerve, she couldn't deny his help and intel was crucial in ridding them of Regina's mother. Not to mention he had actually saved her life at one point in the final showdown.

She rolled her eyes.

Just her dumb luck.

And Hook wasn't one to look a gift horse in the mouth. He'd taken advantage of the new normal quite quickly and to her surprise was assimilating amongst the townspeople quite well.

She frowned.

It irked her that she had no idea what he was doing in town. At first she knew he would be after Mr Gold, but since his and Belle's disappearing act, there were no ties of revenge keeping the pirate occupied. And in that spare time, he was content to come around and annoy the crap out of her whenever and wherever possible.

"I'm not going to say it again. Back off!"

She turned, warning signals going off in her brain. Technically this was her night off, but her sheriff instincts never really went to sleep. Not in this town, that's for sure.

Smirking she watched as some random pervert who'd had way too much to drink had taken it upon himself to get handsy with Red. First mistake. Knowing she didn't have to step in, she just waited for this to play out.

Red smiled sweetly at the unassuming creep. So sweetly in fact that anyone with half a brain could detect the underlying sinister edge to it. Anyone but the idiot in front of her, who seemed too drunk to see straight at the moment. Not that it mattered since two seconds later he was out cold on the floor, with one satisfied brunette standing over him.

Emma admired the work. One hell of a right hook.

"Only been ten minutes and you've already knocked someone out. New record?" Emma quipped as she joined her wolf friend slash godmother (really, what is her life?).

"Gotta make an example for the rest don't I?" Red winked as she made a show of sizing up the rest of the drunken male's friends, enjoying their panicked looks.

"Not gonna argue that"

They laughed as they were joined by Aurora, Mulan and Cinderella. Emma noticed their uncertainty. The former pair weren't even used to this other realm yet, let alone an environment like this. She shook her head glad that the inhabitants couldn't leave Storybrooke. The rest of the world would be too much of a shock to their systems.

Peering around she had to admit, she liked that this 'club' had a more natural, tame sense to it than usual haunts she used to hit back in the day. The music being played were old school dance tracks – she would bet anything that no one here actually knew what songs were playing or who they were by, but they seemed to enjoy and adjust to the idea of technology pretty well; in this case music players. There were drapes set everywhere, giving the club an old style authentic feel, hiding the speakers pretty well. The lights were bright but not so much that they swallowed the room, and not too dim that you couldn't see in front of you. And then there was the bar. It was impressive! Practically ever wine casket available from decades ago, fancy glasses, and a chatty bartender to top it off. It was all pretty unique. A fun lively atmosphere with hints of grandeur and elegance everywhere.

She smiled softly thinking it was among one of the good things that came out of the curse.

Her smile instantly disappeared as she came across an all too familiar face at the bar.

Of course he just sat there grinning salaciously back at her. An upward tweak to the smirk across his face. A mischievous twinkle in his eyes. And an unmistakeable expression of pure lust directed right at her.

Jerk.

Hook chuckled at the sight before him. Poor bastard.

Drunken fool should've known better than to tangle with a wolf. The vivacious young Red certainly knew had to pack a punch.

Much like a particular blonde he knew.

Dammit.

He shook his head and signalled another drink. He really needed to stop that line of thought.

The Swan girl.

She never seemed to stray far from his thoughts. And for the life of him he couldn't think why.

The woman had bested him on more than one occasion. Betrayed and left him chained with a giant. For ten of the longest damn hours of his life. And then she had the gall to try negotiating with him once he and Cora had her and her gaggle of princesses locked up. Not to mention she stole the compass right out his pocket. And then proceeded to knock him out cold, making off into the portal that he and Cora had oh so generously left open for them.

When he finally made it over with said crazy witch by his side; the sassy blonde and her band of merry men – also known as dwarves, prince and princesses, evil queens, fairies, a wolf, a cricket, a giant, a crossbow-wielding-grandmother, and a ten year old with more faith than the rest of them put together – manage to defeat the woman who created and surpassed the Evil Queen. Yes he did get his wits about him at some point and threw his lot in with the do-gooders (because quite frankly he just needed to get over to Storybrooke and after that he was more than happy to ditch Cora and the constant threats to his inner organs). And it certainly didn't hurt that he managed to pull Swan out of the way of an impeding and likely fatal fireball. After all that, you'd figure the sheriff of all people would be grateful. But no. Not Emma. A simple grunt of thanks and then a warning that he better stay away from Gold now that he was staying in town.

He scoffed, and downed another shot.

Who the hell was she to make demands of him?

Did she honestly believe that he would just give up on a revenge he'd been working on for three hundred years? Foolish woman.

Foolish…yet smarter than anyone he'd ever met.

Though he hated her for it, he had to admit the way she'd bested him on so many occasions was impressive. It hit the ego hard, but it was damn well admirable. He wasn't kidding when he said she would've made a fine pirate.

If she wasn't a princess. He rolled his eyes.

Snow White and Prince Charming's fucking daughter.

That's who his head refused to stop thinking about.

What the hell was wrong with him? A lack of better things to do it would seem. Like skinning a certain crocodile. That never went to plan. Three hundred years, and he when he'd finally found the beast he intended to slay, he was hardly a beast at all.

Not the puny coward that he'd first met but not the Dark crocodile who'd taken Milah from him.

And it was that revelation that made him hesitate, for the briefest of seconds. When he finally faced the crocodile he'd come for in the first place. Those few seconds it seemed, were all Rumplestiltskin needed. The man threw up some kind of magical mist, immediately surrounding him and that pretty brunette he'd been shacking up with. When he snapped out of his stupor, they'd both disappeared.

And he hadn't been able to find them since.

Something the resident sheriff was no doubt happy about. She was always throwing a small smirk his way on the occasions they had run into each other. Her way of gloating no doubt. When she wasn't yelling at him that is. That however was in no small part his own fault. For some nonsensical reason unknown even to himself, he was drawn to the feisty blonde. Kept feeling the need to seek her out, if only to piss her off and then leave. She did amuse him so when she got angry.

There was just the small issue of his wanting to rip off her clothes every time she did.

Aye, there's the rub.

Goddamn Swan.

Coming into his life, and quite possibly making him the most frustrated pirate- man walking the earth.

It happened from the second they met. When her and the group of lovelies found him as he'd devised in the midst of Cora's massacre. Sure they were all remarkably attractive, but the second she looked him in the eye, he knew he wanted her. And not in that sappy nonsensical romantic way. He wasn't a prince and he hadn't just spied his true love at first sight. He was a pirate captain, and he'd just seen a gorgeous woman that he wouldn't mind warming his bed for a few nights. Not even five minutes later, she had a knife to his neck; and his groin sparked to life.

The woman was feisty. She fought him every time, whether with a sword or with her words. And that's another thing that attracted him to her. She kept up with him. She bit back, always ready with an answer. Beauty and brains.

God that was a turn on.

If only he could turn off that do-gooder attitude she seemed to function with. Turn off the damn default good girl button she was stuck on, then maybe he'd finally be able to entertain some of his fantasies in reality. God knows he'd been having cold showers every morning since he'd arrived in this bloody place!

He frowned.

And that was precisely why he needed to stop thinking about her already.

He looked around the room, formulating a plan. There was only one way to get over this ridiculous infatuation with the delectable if aggravating Emma Swan. He needed a distraction. To find some wench, anyone would do. Get rid of this pent up desire in one long, pleasurable night with the next pretty thing he saw. And finally get Swan the hell out of his head.

He continued scoping the room, finding a worthy candidate.

There were more than enough pretty faces around, but none that sparked him into action. They were the wrong height, too skinny, too curvy, not blonde enough, wrong eye colour…too easy. He spied a girl sending what he overheard the lads near him describe as 'bedroom eyes'. She was clearly staring at him, but that didn't stop the boy at the next table walk over and try his hand.

He can have her. He snorted, the woman presented no challenge whatsoever. It was pathetic.

He glanced over, hearing the wolf girl shout something to the group of young women with her. She's certainly easy on the eyes. But she was a wolf. And there was no way Hook was going there. Besides, she was another of those noble do-gooder types. He'd seen the testy looks she'd thrown at him while having breakfast with Snow White more than a few times in the diner. Figures she'd be friends with the princess. He was finding it hard to come across a single person who didn't believe Snow White and Prince Charming to be the saintly heroes of their world.

Staring at the group, he saw several other familiar faces. Cinderella (apparently having dumped the kid for the night), the Sleepy one (he could never remember her name), the warrior girl…Mulan (who looked like she really didn't want to be there). And some other girl he couldn't see properly, thanks to some drunken oaf blocking his view.

He chuckled, besides the wolf girl the rest of them looked completely out of place. It wasn't hard to see they'd been taken out against their will.

He took a sip of his drink, just as the oaf moved out of his way.

He choked.

Bugger me!

The current protagonist of his fantasies.

Miss Swan herself.

And dear god.

She looked practically sinful.

His eyes burned a trail down her body. Taking in the way the hot pink dress clung to every delicious curve. When he saw the shoes, he almost groaned right there. Long black heels, that he would never understand how women of this century walked in. But he didn't care because right now they made Emma Swan's legs run for miles, and he wanted nothing more than to have them wrapped around him. And soon.

He couldn't stop staring.

He had to have her.

Forget looking for someone else, he'd only be thinking of her the entire time. So why not get the real thing to begin with?

His eyes snapped to her face as she moved glancing around the room. She was taking it all in, and he was surprised to see how unguarded her expression was for once. There was a slight upward curl to her lips; she liked what she saw.

He smiled in spite of himself.

He could only imagine what a full blown real smile would look like on her. It would lead a man to his undoing. Of that he had no doubt.

Suddenly her eyes caught his. She was shocked to see him and covered it up quickly, but he grinned in satisfaction nonetheless. She'd already given him the upper hand.

And now she won't know what hit her.

He finished his drink and got out of his seat. Time to catch himself a swan.