A/N: New chapter. Now, the pace is really going to start picking up with this story. Almost all of the pieces are in place and things are going to get interesting...*laughs evilly* Review please?

"I can't help you," Regina said bluntly.

"Why not?" Emma asked with a growl. The two had slowly gotten on friendlier terms over the last few years. They had Henry to thank for that actually. There were still issues between them, but Emma didn't think Regina would actually tell her no when she asked for the tracking spell.

David placed a hand on Emma's shoulder, hoping that it would calm her before she could jump the ex-Evil Queen. "Regina, please. Whatever things you still might have against me and Snow, stop making Emma pay-"

"This has nothing to do with that," Regina snapped. "I'm not going to help Emma because I can't."

They both stared at her in slight shock and waited for her to explain.

Regina sighed with a hint of annoyance. "I honestly can't help you. My magic isn't working here."

"Are you serious?" David asked. "Why didn't you mention anything during the meeting? Don't you think it's important that we know you don't have your powers?"

Regina rolled her eyes. "What were you going to do about it? Give a speech about hope and expect them to magically come back?"

"Do you know where Gold is then? I'm sure he knows the tracking spell too." Emma interrupted before they could star arguing.

"Gold actually doesn't have his powers either. Something happened when he cast that spell. Or maybe there's something wrong with this place now…" Regina said, looking down a bit thoughtfully.

"Well why do I still have my powers? I actually used some magic a few minutes ago."

Regina pursed his lips in thought. "The only thing I can think of is that you have your magic because of True Love."

"Hang on, I'm still trying to understand why you or Gold don't have magic anymore. There's no way it could've been taken away by another spell." David said.

"That's exactly my thought," Regina mumbled. She turned around to look out the window. "There's something wrong with this place,"

"Can we worry about that once we know where Killian is?" Emma questioned, trying not to lose her patience.

"The only thing I can suggest is for you to learn the tracking spell yourself. There is something else. I know that Gold used to have a crystal ball. Concentrate enough and you can see whoever you wanted. And even if something happened to the magic here, that crystal ball should work since It's probably in his castle though and that's a three days journey by horse."

"How long will it take to learn the tracking spell?"

Regina crossed her arms. "Considering you still have trouble with simple tricks, at least a week."

"We're going to Gold's castle then." Emma said, turning to look at David.

"No, you're not going anywhere. I'll go and take someone else with me. But you aren't going."

"What? Why not?" Emma asked. She still wasn't entirely used to having parents that would tell her what she could and couldn't do.

David glanced at her stomach, then back at her. "You know exactly why. Get some rest and I'll get started on that journey tomorrow." he turned and left the room, leaving her alone with Regina.

Emma closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She didn't even want to turn and look at Regina because she most likely had a smirk on her face.

"Seems like someone doesn't want to listen to their dad."

Emma could practically hear Regina smirking. "Shut up," she mumbled as she headed towards the door.

"David's leaving tomorrow. If we leave right now, he won't figure it out until we have a good head start on him."

Emma turned around to look at Regina. "Why do you want to go to Gold's castle?"

"That imp stole things from me before the curse. I want to claim them before he can."

"We let Henry know we're leaving, but that's it."

Regina nodded her head in agreement. "I'll start getting things ready."

Hook stared at the TV. Beth had put on the news for him, but that was over as soon as she left the room. Now he was watching some show called Days of Our Lives. Within the first five minutes of it, Hook was completely lost and decided it wouldn't be worth it to try and figure it out.

The door opened and Dr. Williams came out just as some woman slapped another man on the TV.

Dr. Williams glanced at the TV and shook his head. "I bet Beth made you watch this junk,"

Hook just gave him a small smile at what he assumed was a joke.

"The samples from your clothes came back. There were a quite a few of them, but the search couldn't find anything. It's as if the people never existed. We did find two matches though. An Emma Swan and a Henry Mills. Ring any bells?" the doctor said as he pulled out two pictures and showed them to Killian.

Hook stared at them. Emma was a young woman with the brightest green eyes he had ever seen, high cheekbones, a dainty nose, and long blonde hair that reached past her shoulders. Henry was a young boy, probably eight or nine in the picture. A mess of brown hair on the top of his head, green eyes that matched Emma's. He even seemed to have the same chin as her. He briefly wondered if they were related, maybe mother and son. Perhaps they were his family. His wife and their son. If he allowed himself to believe that, he didn't feel any doubt about it.

His mind still couldn't remember them. He returned the pictures to Dr. Williams, "No…I don't think I've ever seen them before."

Dr. Williams took them back and he started talking again. Something about procedure and protocol. Hook didn't pay much attention though. His mind was still thinking about the images he had just been shown.

By the time Hook actually did start paying attention, Dr. Williams was finishing up talking. "We'll see if we can contact them. The sooner we find someone who knows you, the sooner you can be released."

Hook didn't bother asking him what he had just said. He probably wouldn't even understand what he was talking about. But as Dr. Williams left the room, he found that maybe he should've asked, if only to have someone else in the room. He hated being alone. It was just more time to think about everything he lost in his memories. Hell, he didn't even know how long he had been in there before he had woken up or how many days he had even been in the hospital.

Perhaps it would be easier for him if he just tried to sleep. He could escape his thoughts there. He felt drained anyways. He closed his eyes and waited for a, hopefully, dreamless sleep to come.

The water made her clothes cling to her body. Her blonde hair lay limp along her neck. She wasn't moving. Why wasn't she moving? They layed her down on the floor. She still wasn't moving. Everything inside of him screamed as he watched them try and get her to move, to breathe, to do something. But she was completely still.

No, it would not end this way. Not when he was beginning to think that maybe-

As the ship rocked violently to one side, she coughed up water, jerking up to a sitting position. Her eyes found his.

He could feel himself grinning. She was fine. She was alive. And she was here.

She smiled back at him, standing up to walk towards him. He didn't notice that everyone else seemed to disappear. Her lips began moving, but he couldn't hear anything. No words were coming from her mouth. She seemed to noticed that he couldn't hear her. Her smile vanished and it looked like she was shouting now. Tears were coming from her eyes at an inhuman pace. She kept yelling and pointing at him. Her hand gripped her stomach and her soundless screams stopped. Her crying continued as he stomach began swelling before his eyes. Her stomach grew and it looked as if she was now pregnant.

He took a step forward, reaching out with his left hand. But his hand wasn't there. Instead, it was a hook.

She stared at him, her tears still flowing. She said something to him, but he still couldn't hear. The ground beneath them rocked suddenly. The ship began tipping to its side, causing him to be thrown against a beam. She wasn't so lucky. He watched her grip onto the railing, but it was too wet. Her hands slipped and she plummeted into the water.

This time he could hear her scream and everything inside of him broke.

"Emma!"

Several alarms started going off as he tried figuring out where he was again. No, but he had been on a ship…and Emma, she…

He pressed his hand to his head as it started pounding. His eyes tightly shut as the images from the dream slowly faded. Did that actually happen? Was it finally a memory? The pain in his head only intensified even more as he tried pulling up her face again. Green eyes, blonde hair…or was it brown eyes…no, they were hazel…and her hair was short, wasn't it?

"Doctor, what's going on? Why is he yelling like this?" he heard someone cry.

"James, I need you to calm down. Take deep breaths."

"Can you hear me, James? Do you think you can open your eyes?"

He took deep breaths. The images of the woman in his dream kept fading. The only thing he could recall was her smile and the way her stomach had swelled. Almost as if she had been pregnant.

He slowly opened his eyes. Dr. Williams was there, along with another woman he had never seen before. They were all staring at him expectantly. He swallowed hard, not exactly knowing what he was supposed to do. He did notice that the pounding in his head started going away.

"Now why don't you lay back down. Let me check those stitches and make sure you didn't open them again." Dr. Williams said as he moved to look at them.

"Oh my, god, I still can't believe it. James, what were you thinking?" the new woman exclaimed as she grabbed his hand. "Do you realize how much you made me worry?"

He slowly pulled his hand away and looked to Dr. Williams for an explanation.

"This is Nicole Jones, your mother. She found out you were here. Oh, and turns out your name is James."

He tried wrapping his mind around the information he had been given. But every thought he had felt fuzzy and unclear. This was his mother? She didn't look like it. But then again, how did he know that? She had red hair that was done in a bun. Her eyes were a deep green…almost too green actually. The feature that stuck out the most actually wasn't a part of her. It was a necklace she wore. A small silver chain that held a rather large emerald pendant.

"When they said you had amnesia, I didn't think you would have forgotten even your own mother," Nicole said as she reached out for his hand again. "I'm so sorry, James. I should've never let you leave to that place."

That was another thing. James. That name just didn't sound right to him.

"I don't understand why you were calling for Emma though. Who's Emma honey?" Nicole asked, brushing some hair away from his forehead.

The pounding in his head started returning, but not as strong as when he first woke up.

Dr. Williams frowned as he left the stitches alone. They were obviously fine if Dr. Williams' attention was drawn elsewhere. "Was it the same Emma that I showed you a picture of?"

He closed his eyes, but he couldn't bring up an image of her. "I can't remember," he finally said.

"You should get some rest. I just upped your dosage of pain meds, so that should be kicking in really soon. Mrs. Jones, I have some paper work you should fill out.

Nicole leaned over and pressed a kiss to his forehead. "You'll be back home soon. Don't worry."

He was once again alone, but the pain medicine he had been given didn't allow him to think much. The only thing he knew was that something wasn't right about this Nicole.