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AN: So, this is my latest story. I hope everyone likes it. After quite a few requests, I decided to really start to play with my little ficlet "One Sweet Love." Just to be clear, this is not the same story. The characters are very different here, but the gist of the story is the same. Now, I have three very important thank yous to get out before I start. I'm not sure if anyone reads these, but I want everyone to know that writing is not a solo process for me. From bouncing ideas of people, to having people who push me through writer's block, to people who volunteer their time to edit, I wouldn't actually finish a story without you!.

First, I want to thank my amazing beta: GranddaughterOfCaskettAndTivia. I've never worked with a beta before, and I'm so honored that you feel my stories are worth your time. It's such a compliment and you are incredible. Let me tell you all something (actually it's more of an order): GO READ HER WORK, IT'S WORTH YOUR TIME. So thank you for helping me with this.

Secondly, I want to thank beckyzoso. You help me more than you know. I love to write, I always have, but I can have a hard time sticking through writer's block and you're always there with a prompt to distract me with so I can work through whatever issues are in my brain, or to just distract me with good conversation. So thank you!

And finally, I want to thank VMars lover. I feel like we stumbled upon each other and struck up a great conversation at just the right time (at least the right time for me, haha). Thank you for your continuous kind words and support. It is seriously so appreciated.

So, I hope everyone enjoys "Uncharted." I'm certainly excited to see how it unfolds myself. ~ XOXO MAS

Prologue

Lansing, Michigan - 1998

Fifteen year old Emma Swan crept as quietly down the hallway as she could. She was determined to not only get out of this house, but out of this town. She wanted to go somewhere warmer, somewhere where no one would know who she was and she could start over. Somewhere as far away from this place as she could get. Somewhere as far away from these people as she could get. She wanted out of the system. She could make it on her own. She'd been self-sufficient all her life, this would be nothing new.

"Anthony, no, I'm telling you, it's a terrifying place."

Emma paused outside the doorway of the younger kids room. There was some arguing going on and a small amount clattering. Pushing the door open slightly, Emma stared as the seven year old, Anthony, stood at the window repeating the phrase "I believe" over and over again.

"What's going on?" She asked quietly.

All heads shot to Emma. One of the other boys opened his mouth to explain when a gust of wind blew in and a shadow appeared, looking around. His eyes, which were glowing yellow circles in the middle of what would be his face, moved from individual to individual before finally landing on the little boy. "Peter Pan!" Anthony shrieked happily.

Panicked, Emma dashed towards the boy in an effort to close the window. She barely registered the tussle before the shadow had her wrist gripped in its hand instead of Anthony's. She let out a yell as she found herself being pulled from the window, her bag falling into the room below them. Her stomach flipped as she flew through the sky over Michigan. What on earth was going on? Closing her eyes, she prayed that if she waited long enough, she'd wake up asleep in her bed, dreaming of leaving Lansing once and for all.

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Neverland

"It's a girl, sir." The voice was rough, low and very annoying.

"I see that, Smee. What in the bloody hell is she doing here?" The second voice was accented and lilting, she felt a pleasant warmth spread through her as she tried to fall back into unconsciousness.

"I don't know, sir, the only girl he's ever brought here is Wendy, sir." She wanted to punch the man who the first voice belonged to when he spoke again.

"Well don't just stand there and gawk at her, you stupid pirates, we need to get her somewhere safe before something happens to her. Or us." The third voice was decidedly female.

Emma let out a groan at the accented, high pitched female voice. "She's waking up, sir." The first voice informed them all.

"I see that, Smee. Must you always state the bloody obvious?" Suddenly the accented male voice wasn't so warm.

"Would you all just shut up already?" Emma muttered, pressing her hands on the ground to push herself up into a sitting position. She felt sand sift between her fingers and frowned inwardly. Her bed may not be the most comfortable, but there was no sand in it. Unless one of the stupid boys decided to pull another lame prank.

"Easy there, lass, don't want to hurt yourself. That shadow dropped you from pretty high up."

Emma's head spun to the right and her neck cracked in protest, "Ow," she muttered before her green eyes locked with a pair of bright blue ones, "who the hell are you?" She asked quickly, reaching around for where the blanket of her bed should be, "And how did you get in my room?"

"You're room?" The man chuckled, his voice was like liquid, washing over her in warm waves, "Lass, you really did hit your head pretty hard, didn't you?" His fingers reached up to skim over a nice sized bump. She winced, but found herself leaning into the hand as it gingerly probed a spot near her temple. She let out a low hum and allowed her eyes to flutter shut for a moment. The man was handsome and he had good hands, she might as well enjoy the dream while it lasted.

"Oh Hook, give the girl a break." Emma opened her eyes and looked around before she spotted a pretty blonde. Emma sighed desolately as the man dropped his hand, "Hey, sweetie, my name's Tink." The blonde introduced herself, "We're going to get you back to my place okay? Do you think you can walk? Or should Hook carry you?"

Emma shook her head, raising a hand to rub her temple, now she thought she may be imagining things, "Tink? Hook? What the hell is this? Neverland? Are Peter Pan and the Lost Boys and Tiger Lily going to jump out at any moment with a peace pipe?" She snarked.

Hook cleared his throat and looked down, his incredibly handsome features marring, "Tiger Lily has been dead for some time, lass." He murmured, "Pan had her killed."

Emma's head shot to the dark haired man, her eyes finally landing on the silver hook latched onto his wrist, "You've got to be kidding me." Standing up suddenly, Emma ignored the waves of nausea rolling through her, a sure sign of a concussion, "Okay, which one of the guys put you up to this? This is all so set up, you had Anthony in on it too, didn't you? That's terrible, he's only six years old. To drag him into that is just despicable."

Tink sighed, "Hook, I think we may need to knock her out. She's not going to come willingly and it's getting dark. I don't relish being out here when Pan and all them decide to go hunting."

"Knock me out," Emma turned her head to protest, "now wait a"

Hook caught the young girl before she could hit the ground, hauling her up into her arms, he nodded ahead, "Let's get moving, Tink, before they find us."

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When Emma woke, her head hurt twice as badly as it did earlier and she was fairly certain she was going to throw up at any given moment. She must be getting sick. Dreaming that she was in Neverland, what the hell was going on? She more than likely had a fever. That would explain why she felt like she was suffocating in the sweltering heat. Opening her eyes, they locked on a leather clad figure and blonde fairy like woman. Okay, dream still going on, time to play along until I wake up. "What's going on?" She murmured.

"Ah, the lass wakes." The man moved to her side, "Here drink some water." He handed her half a coconut shell filled with clear liquid.

Deciding to go with her dream rather than fight it, Emma asked, "What's going on? Where am I?"

"You're in Neverland." The man bowed, "Captain Killian Jones at your service."

Emma's brow arched and she wanted to snort, "Alright, Captain Jones, I'm Emma Swan. Now how do I get back to Lansing, Michigan?" She asked impatiently.

The two looked at each other, "Where is Lansing, Michigan?" The blonde, Emma vaguely remembered her introducing herself as 'Tink', asked.

"In the United States." Emma sighed and stood, brushing off her bell bottom jeans, "You know what, it doesn't matter." Tugging at her long-sleeved t-shirt, Emma picked up the oversized jacket they'd stripped off of her, "I'll find my own way back."

The man, Killian Jones, AKA Captain Hook, gripped her arm lightly, "That's not advisable right now, love, Pan and his boys are out there traipsing around causing all sorts of mayhem with their poison blades and arrows. One swipe of Dreamshade and you'll be dead before sunrise if you're lucky."

Emma snorted and did her best to loosen his grip, he was strong, though looking him over once more she realized that was clearly quite obvious, "Please, I've dealt with adolescent boys my entire life. I think I can handle these children."

"Killian, if she wants to go, we can't force her." Tink sighed, the blonde ducking her head before her true opinion of Emma's words could be seen.

"Like hell we can't," Hook protested, "look at what happened to Wendy, he'll capture her and he'll keep her locked up and" Killian glanced down at the bright-eyed, determined blonde slip of a girl and suddenly felt a fierce need to throw her over his shoulder and haul her back to his ship for safe keeping until he could figure out how to get them all out of Neverland.

"Wendy was locked up because she came after Bae, and since when do you care about anyone other than yourself?" Tink accused him maliciously. While the two of them were distracted by their argument, Emma pushed past Hook and climbed down the ladder as fast as her concussed state would allow her.

"Look, you insufferable little fairy, either you help me or you get the bloody hell out of my way." Hook threatened as Emma disappeared from view.

Rolling her eyes, Tink pushed him towards the ladder, "One of these days, Hook, the benefits you provide will not be enough."

Turning slightly, Hook arched a brow, "You always say that, Tink, but you just keep coming back for more."

"Just move, already." She commanded, "Idiotic pirate." She whispered the end before following down the ladder.

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Emma found the group of boys dancing around a fire. It reminded her of the scene out of the Disney version of Peter Pan. When one boy stopped dancing to stare at her, the rest of them stopped, "Who are you?" The boy had long hair, an earring, a scar on his cheek, by all accounts he would be intimidating, if this wasn't a very elaborate dream. He looked to be roughly her age, maybe even a year or two older. Too old for Disney's version of Neverland.

"I'm Emma Swan, I'm looking for a way home." She straightened and introduced herself confidently, forcing herself to refrain from tugging on her jacket. The boys were openly leering at her as if they'd never seen a girl before. What a dream her imagination managed cook up.

The boy howled with laughter and soon others followed, "A way home, not likely." He taunted her.

Emma scowled at him, "Like hell it's not likely, I want to go back to Michigan and I want to go now. Now, either you can make that happen or you can get the hell out of my way."

A chuckle came from behind the group, "Well then, you are feisty one, aren't you." A lilted voice and boy near her own age appeared. He stopped when he saw her, his face contorting into one of recognition, awe and reverence, as if he knew her, "You're Emma Swan."

Emma snorted, the little eavesdropper thought he was so clever coming up behind her like that, "Yes, and let me guess, you're Peter Pan."

The boy grinned, "Why of course I am." He bowed mockingly, "So nice to meet you, but I do believe you aren't of any use to me quite yet." He paused, "In fact, I'm surprised the fates even allowed us to meet at all."

Emma's brow furrowed, "The fates? What are you out of your mind? What the hell does that mean?"

"Oh, with that attitude and with Bae's demeanor this does have promise." He grinned at Felix who just chuckled in agreement, enjoying what appeared to be their own inside joke. Great, even in my dreams I managed to make myself an outsider. "Well then, I believe we need to get you off this island and back home, don't you agree?"

Emma scoffed, "So glad one of you is able to see reason. Now how do I get home? What do I need to swim?"

Pan looked behind her, "Oh, don't worry Captain and Tink, I don't plan on hurting her." Emma turned at the rustling in the bushes as the two from earlier appeared, "I'm sending her on her merry way. I don't need her. Yet." He turned and made some version of a bird call and the shadow Emma remembered from earlier appeared. "He'll take you home, not to worry. Oh," Pan leaned towards the shadow, "bring me back something fun, will you?"

Before Emma could even react the shadow had it's hand wrapped around her wrist once again, lifting her off the ground and pulling her away from Neverland.

"Bloody hell." Hook murmured.

"No joke." Tink agreed.

"Now, Captain, Tink, I believe our agreement to stay out of each other's way remains intact, does it not?" Pan reminded them, taking a step forward.

Hook rolled his eyes, "Come on Tink, I believe I have some rum calling our names." He glanced up in the sky once more, wondering what the devil child had in store for that poor girl in the future.

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Phoenix, Arizona - 2001

The lights flickered as the doctor encouraged Emma to give one last hard push. Letting out a yell, Emma gripped the metal handle bars and tried to keep her feet still as she pushed. Her ankles were already raw from the cuffs around them. "Almost there, Emma, okay, this time it really is the last push." The doctor's calming voice bounced off the walls. With her last push the power went out for a full ten seconds.

Sweating, Emma willed the tears back when she heard the crying from her baby boy. A few moments later, the doctor moved towards her side, cradling him in his hands, "No." Emma murmured.

"Do you want to hold him?" The doctor asked kindly. Shaking her head, Emma turned away, blinking furiously as she stared out the window at the raging storm. She was vaguely aware of the nurse speaking quietly to the doctor before accepting the baby from him. "You know, Emma," the doctor told her softly, "you can change your mind."

Emma shook her head again, Who am I to think I'd be a good mother?

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XOXO

MAS