Summary: During the episode Dark hollow in Neverland arche, after Emma had light up the fire and enprisoned Pan's shadow. She refflects about the event and her conflicted feelings towards the one-hand pirate.

Sorry about my poor english, it's not my primary language and I'm getting used to write in english again...

Everyone was sleeping except for Emma. She was near the fire looking at the magic coconut filled with Pan's shadow. She wasn't able to sleep since. Everytime she closed her eyes, she was at the Dark Hollow again... And in all nightmares, the fire took so long to happen and Hook died... And she woke up with her heartbeats exploding inside her chest and an incredible pain in her heart.

Hook was growing inside her, despite her attempts to not let him in or to rebuild her walls even higher around her heart. Looks like there were holes all over it and he was already inside her fortress. She tried thinking about Neal, but the moment she summoned the fire, all she could think about was Killian Jones, that she couldn't lose him and she felt the magic flows from inside her and make herself the fire.

And now she was more scared than never. She said there was only room for one person and that person was Henry... but when she laid down, all she couldn't deal was watching that shadow taking Hook's soul out... She needed to remember that she was there only to save Henry, not fall in love.

She heard and stick break and got up with the sword in hands, just to find Tinkerbell.

"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you"

"No problems... it's just the tension" Emma said breathing relieved ans sitting again.

Tink smiled and came to seat by the fire next to her. "sleeping problems?!"

"Yeah" she responded vaguely.

"You have magic." - The fairie stated, making Emma to look at her. Tink smiled. - "I may not have my wings anymore, but I do recognise it, when I see. Plus, I kinda good reading people"

Emma swallowed. "It's a very good hability to have, you know" - her eyes focused on her hands and the sword in her lap.

Tink looked at her. "You are determined. That's a good thing. But you need to trust the people around you" - Emma looked at her.

"I do trust them"

Tink looked at her. "So why are you afraid?"

"It's my son there... and what if we can't do what it needs? "

Tink thinks and smiles. "I may not know you quite well, but I see you do have what it takes. Or you couldn't make that fire and get the shadow..."

"oh that..." the subject she didn't want to talk, actually.

"You need to know that your emotions lead your magic. It's how it works." Uncounsciously, she looked at Hooks direction, remembering how that flame appeared, something noticed by the fairie. "Let yourself feel. It's the best way to deal with the magic inside you."

"I'm not here to feel..."

"What if this is the way for you to get your son back and win Pan?" Emma looked at her uncertain. "Feel is good, Emma! And love is the rarest and the strongest magic of all... You are made of it just as your magic. You just need to let it flow." Tinkerbell smiled and stood up. "now I think I can sleep..." and came back inside the treehouse, letting Emma facing the fire. Her eyes went on Hook's direction again, just the moment he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She leaned her head down and looked to the fire feeling the heat on her face.

"Thought you might be tired..." - Hook came seating by her side. "Is something off?" He asked showing a honest worry. The proximity she didn't want right now that she was feeling vulnerable towards him.

"I am... I was... just thinking..." - she stood up and so he did. "I guess I'm thinking to much already..." but she bumped into him. His scent of sea drowning her.

"What is happening, Swan? What are you holding in that pretty head of yours?" he asked looking for the answer in her eyes.

She couldn't deal with that right now. When his blue eyes met with hers, her heartbeat just went crazy remmebering her of what she feared at that cave. What if Tink was right? She just let herself feel and leaned into him, her hands holding his lapel pushing him towards her. The kiss was surprising at the begining, but diferently the first one, it was more affectionate, full of care when it deepened. She allowed herself and it was all in there: relief and something she didn't know ou didn't want to describe... a different kind of need... And she could feel her magic just like before in the cave. His hand was caressing her face, when they got apart, eyes still closed, foreheads and nose touching for a few seconds. He opened his eyes to gaze her. He wanted to ask something, but he really didn't want to ruin the moment. But she took a step back of him and turned around.

"What was that?" He finally asked, making her stop.

"I don't know yet." - she answered and turned to him. She let a little and shy smile show. "I just needed it..." and turned back to her sleep spot. But she could hear him saying when she closed her eyes.

"As you wish, Swan..."