I am back! Just a short fic I got inspired to write late last night. Not giving you any spoilers!

Hope you enjoy it. X

Emma

Emma Swan had been having some trouble with her magic ever since getting back from New York. According to everything she had learnt so far, her magic was light and should be enhanced by her true love pairing with Hook. That was why she was worried. It seemed as though she'd actually become weaker this last week. She wondered if it was because she had been the dark one but quickly dismissed it. After all, she hadn't had any issues using her magic in the Underworld or in New York.

Maybe she was just out of practice. Pfft! Yeah right! She thought to herself. Her magic was working just fine until..

"Swan, my love. Are you coming to bed? I've been dying to get my hand on you all day!" Hook interrupted her thoughts as he called down to the basement where she was currently hiding.

"Kill, give me an hour tops." She called back trying hard to ignore the anger that was threatening to bubble up to the surface. She knew they were true loves. They had passed the test when she weighed her heart in the Underworld. So why did she feel so, incomplete?

Things hadn't exactly calmed down since Regina split herself in two and the town was feeling overcrowded with the new inhabitants. Emma knew Regina was having some issues getting her magic to work properly too since the split and she realized it was likely to fall back on her shoulders to help Regina regain control of the town. She had to get her magic to work. If she wasn't the Savior, she was useless.

With that final thought, she ran up the basement steps and quietly tiptoed out of the house. She started up the bug and no sooner than she'd turned the key in the ignition, Hook was calling her cel phone.
She sighed and grabbed the phone.

"Where are you going, Swan? You just said you'd be an hour tops and now you're gallovanting off without a word." Hook was clearly hurt and frustrated, but so was she and he needed to understand that she wasn't used to having to check in with people.

"Hook, I need to clear my head ok. This whole living together thing is pretty new to me and honestly, I just need some time on my own. Hell, I deserve it don't I after all the shit we've all been through!" She snapped, feeling slightly guilty that she was being so blunt.

"Well if that's what you want, then surely I should be the one to leave. It's your house Emma, I'll go to the ship for a few days, give you some space." Hook replied with a hint of sadness in his voice.

Emma stayed silent on the phone. She hadn't meant to imply that they shouldn't live together. She just didn't want to tell him where she was really going. She bit her lip and considered his suggestion. Things were moving too fast for her and if he was going to back down so easily after not even a week living together, then maybe it was better they cut their losses already.

"Fine. If that's what you want."

"Emma, luv. I know things have been rough. I'm trying, really I am. I really thought your walls were down but I'm beginning to think you are holding back from me still."

His accusation was clear and Emma exploded. "You don't get to push me Hook! I went to the Underworld and back for you! I risked everything, my family, my life... what more do you want from me? To be at your beck and call every minute of every day? I can't give you what you want Hook. I'm my own person, I'm the Savior and Sheriff and I don't have the luxury of lolling around day and night fucking you and drinking rum!" She clicked the call off angrily and chucked her phone in the back of the bug with such a force, she knew it had to be broken.

Emma drove in a rage to the only place she knew she could get her magic to work. More determined than before, she screeched to a halt and slammed the door behind her. In the darkness, she could just about make out the entrance to Regina's vault. She breathed deeply a few times before going in and moving the coffin to expose the hidden staircase. She knew she wasn't supposed to go there alone but if Regina knew what she planned to do, she would guilt her out of it.

As the dark one, Emma had learnt how to read elvish and many other useful things. She knew there was a book of spells, pure magic, that would give her the jump start she needed. Yes, it was dark magic, but she felt certain that using it for good wouldn't incur much wrath.

Emma located the spell book easily. Regina had told her exactly where it was before she was the dark one. She opened the book and instantly felt the surge of something tingling across her skin. Something was wrong. The book dropped from her hands and she found herself shrinking down. What the? She thought as panic quickened her heartbeat. The room felt huge and she looked down to where the book had fallen, noticing her feet. But they weren't her feet. They were paws.