A/N: Hello you wonderful person who has taken the time to open this fic. Yes you! You are awesome. Okay, now that is out of the way. This is my first fic ever so go easy on me darlings. It should be quite long, unless y'all tell me otherwise; by which I mean tell me to stop writing it because it is god awfully terrible. I had this stroke of genius (at least I called it genius) and came up with this string of great idea's, which evolved into a plot, that I was happy enough with to start writing for the audience of the internet. Well... the cool people on the internet, that's you guys my lovely CS shipmates ;). Okay I better stop rambling-so in conclusion I hope you like it and maybe y'all could review (pretty please) so I know what you thought of it. :) Enjoy. ~ Auream Lucem

Disclaimer: This is purely fanfiction, by writing this I am not attempting to claim the characters as my own. I repeat, I do not own any of the characters in this from 'Once Upon A Time'. All rights go to their respected right holders. This disclaimer holds for the entire fic.

Killian hated hospitals, officially. He hated the smell. It smelled like some kind of alcohol, but not the good kind. He hated the artificial lights. He hated the feeling that people were always watching him and most of all he hated the feeling of being trapped. His injuries were partly to blame but the rest of the blame fell on the infuriating Swan girl, who had handcuffed him to the bed. If it could even be called a bed, Killian had slept on sacks of flour more comfortable. According to Doctor Whale, he was trapped in this uncomfortable situation for six bloody weeks, while his injuries healed.

Another thing that bothered him was the consistent arrival of nurses in his room. Normally he wouldn't mind company, especially from the female nurses, but it made sleeping an impossibility. Killian was tired, the accident had only happened yesterday and all he wanted was to sleep. He was fighting the urge to stay awake, but it was an uphill battle. If the sharp pain of accidently moving in the slightest, didn't keep him awake, then the feeling of being trapped did. His instincts were pumping him, fuelling him, with energy and his mind was on a constant overdrive cycle, of developing ways to escape; none however in anyway realistic. It was trained into him not to sleep while trapped, in a strange place you knew nothing about. He was having a hard time convincing himself that there was nothing he could do, so he might as well sleep.

So, you could imagine that when sleep finally came and he was suddenly jolted awake by nearing footsteps, Killian was less than pleased. Greeted by the pain of movement, Killian kept his eyes shut and waited for it to pass. Damn nurses! He cursed internally. However when the click-clacking of heals subsided and the culprit made no move to introduce themselves, Killian began doubting his initial assumption. He gathered it was a women, the sound of heals gave that much away; well, he reasoned, it could be a man with dismal clothing sense, but he concluded that the latter was highly unlikely. Swan. Maybe she had come to question him again, the silence greeting him only affirmed his guess. Few women were silent in his presence other than Swan. With his eyes still closed he worked to prove his guess, "Swan?" When there was still no answer, it became a matter of pride not to open his eyes and he began to indignity yell, "For the last bloody time, I have no idea where Cora is!" and his anger became too much as his eyes flew open and he lividly began, "Emma-..." Whatever he was planning to say was silenced by the woman standing in front of him.

"Lovely to know your revenge is still on the foremost of your mind." She said sarcastically. Killian swallowed and steeled his expression. Rage slinking beneath the surface at the implication of the comment. Cora.

"I have nothing to say to you." Killian would have closed his eyes and turned away if it wasn't that the action was equally parts painful and dangerous. Cora wasn't the kind of women you wanted dancing around where you couldn't see her.

"On the contrary I have something to say to you." She said tapping his nose, full aware that he was unable to stop her from doing this. "Firstly, as an act of good will," Purple magic shimmered over his body and he tensed as it sunk into him. He didn't know what Cora meant by 'good will' but Cora using the word good in a sentence, never ended well. "I will heal your ribs." She smiled venomously at opposite to the supposed good will she was performing. Killian attempted to move and was only hit by small amounts of pain.

"It still hurts." He said working to keep a begrudging sound out of his tone and he knew he had only half succeeded by the look Cora gave him.

"Well you know my good will only extends so far." She waved airily, smiling at the frown forming on his face. "Don't worry, I did heal your ribs I simple left the bruises. God Hook, who do you take me for?" Cora said with a hand on her heart and a mock hurt face. It was replaced by a grin almost instantly. Here we go, Killian thought.

"What do you want Cora." He said and sighed, he had a feeling it wouldn't be good.

"Just two little favours, since we are such good friends I hardly think that its too much for you. One: I need you to befriend Emma and learn everything you can about my daughter's darling boy Henry..." This came as a shock to Killian, he was almost positive on the way here she had been considering killing the boy outright.

"Change of plans Milady?" Cora shot him a look and he knew not to push. She was close to the edge today, closer than most days and he didn't want to be the one to push her off. She schooled her expression into a smile and continued.

"You could say that." He felts chills race down his spine, if he had to give Cora one thing, it was that she had presence. She looked at him thoughtfully. "And two: stay away from Rumpelstiltskin, I need him alive." She stood patiently waiting for his response and when no answer came she pushed with a, "Well?"

"Well." Killian repeated. Rage was simmering inside him like fire and it suddenly shot out in his words, however his tone was surprisingly icy. "I'm afraid I won't be able to help you, on both accounts."

"What do you mean?" It was a simple question but Cora's barley pinned down rage made the words hold a threat.

"I mean, I won't do it. As much as I value our 'good friendship' I'm afraid it must be a no, darling." It was his turn to be venomous. Somewhere his mind was telling him to stop, that he'd crossed a line, but his rage at being denied his vengeance overpowered almost every rational thought.

"And why is that?!" Cora shrieked unable to contain her fury.

"I live by a code love, sure it's not the most righteous of codes, but it is still a code. I'm not convinced you still don't want to harm Henry and me taking part in your scheme, is me letting you hurt an innocent child. Something even I wouldn't do. Also, when I lie, I lie for myself, so I'm not going to lie to the Swan girl, for you. Oh, in case you didn't know, she has a knack for spotting lies, so your plan would collapse on itself in a instant and I would likely just wind up handcuffed, yet again. And finally, nothing will stand in the way of my vengeance, not even you."

Cora hit the side of his bed with her hand, the outburst seeming to quell her rage enough for her to give him one more chance, "Staying away from Rumpelstiltskin would be easy," She purred. "he is leaving town with the Swan girl and won't be back for some time." Cora seemed to be in control of her emotions, but just barely. It was like a thin layer of ice had just refrozen over her rage, but it could just as easily crack again. Killian levelled her gaze.

"No." He spoke firmly. Cora looked at him, then proceed to scrunch her eyes and brought her hand to her face.

"No?" She repeated quietly eyes still closed. After a few seconds of him not answering her eyes flew wide and she shouted, "NO?!" That was when Killian knew she had fallen over the edge. "HOW DARE YOU!" She spat. "YOUR GOING TO REGRET THAT!" She used her magic to pull him upwards, the handcuffs halted her progress and suddenly the flew off him with a clink, magic swirled around him and he found himself dressed back in his familiar black garments. No time to wonder why for Cora continued, "You are now worthless, and do you know what I do with worthless things? I get rid of them." She raised her hand higher and an invisible force began to restrict his breathing. He was choking, his hand uselessly groping his neck, trying to make it stop. "Wondering about the clothes I presume? Can't have Regina thinking I'm going around killing people can I? This way the imbecilic people of this town will assume you escaped and when they find your body, that Rumpelstiltskin got to... you-WAIT."

The magic hold that was holding him up dropped him back onto the bed and he was sent gasping for air. Killian massaged his throat and went to punch Cora in the face when he felt himself pulled onto his back immobilised. "Ah, ah, ah. Now Captain, you've given me an idea. I'm going to spell you." She said with a wicked smile but when Killian went to object, he found his mouth clamped shut. "Now no interrupting, it's bad form. I'm going to spell you so that you will walk until you are a few feet away from what your heart most desires. I assume that's still your revenge on your crocodile?" She paused waiting for him to answer seeming to forget that he couldn't, when she realised, she chuckled. "Well, no matter. You won't be able to talk or write or do any form of communication till you touch the thing you most desire. So good luck convincing Rumpelstiltskin to not kill you. If you're lucky, he might kill you the second he see's you. But I know for certain that you won't get close enough to regain your speech, to sway his mind. The great Captain Hook striped of his powers of persuasion, however will he survive?" Cora laughed at her own joke then looked at him with a serious gaze. All trace of the rage he witnessed moments before were gone, like it had never happened at all. "You better hope luck is on your side, because you're going to need it." Cora gazed at him with a tinge of regret surfacing on her features. "Such a waste."

With that she was gone and Killian fell forward as the immobilising spell disappeared. His body righted itself and started walking out of the hospital. He tried to fight it, but to no avail. The hospital was surprisingly empty, likely Cora's work. He walked out the hospital doors, the receptionist too distracted by paper work to pay him any mind. His feet walking at a brisk pace unaffected by his minds screams to stop. He was stuck as a prisoner in his own body. He was trapped again. It was then Killian decided, he not only hated hospitals, he now loathed them, officially.

It was an hour and a half since Gold had payed Emma a visit, and half an hour till noon, when she was expected to meet him. She had finished packing. Gold had been very vague about where they were going and for how long, so she had to guess. She had ended up with a full duffle bag and a small backpack. She had been sitting on her bed staring at the bags when her door opened and Henry walked in.

"Mom? Are you alright?" No matter how many times Henry called her mom, she still couldn't get used to it and despite the situation she still smiled.

"Yeah kid, just packing." She said and he came over and sat next to her on the bed. She absently began ruffling his hair.

"But your done packing." He said sounding unconvinced. "Mom, don't take this the wrong way, but, I don't want you to go. I think-"

"-Henry," she said cutting him off. "It's alright, I'll be back before you know it." He laughed making her look down at his face.

He smiled and said, "I know, you didn't let me finish. I don't want you to go, but I think you have to, and that's okay." Emma had a strange feeling like she wanted to cry, but she didn't, she would stay strong for him.

"When did you get so wise?" She said kindly.

"I have to be, I'm the grandson of a King and Queen. I'm practically royalty and royalty have to be wise." Emma considered this.

"So does that make me a princess then?" Emma said jokingly.

"Only if that means I'm a prince." He said grinning a little too widely.

"Everything alright in here?" Mary-Margret poked her head around the door. Emma looked up at her, another thing she couldn't get used to, the look of concern on her face. It was so parental and so obviously caring that it made her want to cry again.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I better get going." Emma slung her backpack on and grabbed her duffle bag.

When she reached the door to the loft, she turned around prepared to say goodbye, but Henry wrapped his arms around her before she could.

"I'm gonna miss you."

"Me too kid." She said returning his hug. She straightened up and met her parents gaze. Unsaid things drifted between them. "I'll call most days so you know I'm alright." She said to them and Henry. "I'd better go, I don't want to keep Gold waiting." His words suddenly floated through her head 'every minute I'm here, is a minute closer to me killing Hook'. Emma shuddered and with a nod she left the loft.