6101719: So this is something I'm doing as a very spur-of-the-moment kind of experiment. All the references to the characters' movies in the last season of OUaT, plus the recent watching of many classic movies around my house, have provided you with this result. My idea here is to make this sort of a collection of scenes (less stand-alone ish than one-shots, but not quite a story) of Hook and Emma moments surrounding the watching of fairy tales, chief among them being Disney classics. You'll get the idea I hope. I'll give a setting at the beginning of each, just so you know what's up, but overall the setting is that Pan and Henry never switched bodies, so no curse. Things in Storybrooke are relatively quiet. Also, Emma's feelings for Neal aren't anything too crazy. Mary Margaret and David have moved to a house across town, and Emma lives back in the loft. Anyway. On to the first bit.

Setting: The weather is cooling down in Maine, and even great pirate captains aren't immune to colds. Hook's caught a bad one, and out of sympathy Emma offers him a chance to stay at her place while he gets better, instead of living alone out on the Jolly Roger. Naturally, he accepts. Regina's been busy lately, so Henry's also staying with Emma.

Emma was up to her elbows in dish suds when she Henry came through the door, a large box in his arms and an even bigger grin on his face.

"Hey Emma," he started casually, "I got this really great idea."

A tiny smile flicked across her face. "You did huh? Is this going to become another 'operation' of ours?" She looked up as he stepped out of his shoes, teetering slightly but still not letting go of the box. "What's in there?"

"It's what we're going to need for Operation Normal." He kept his wide smile on his face, beaming up at his mother.

Emma raised one well-practiced skeptical eyebrow. "Okay kid, I'll bite. What's Operation Normal?" She dried her hands on the dishtowel, leaning against the stove expectantly.

Henry made his way over to the kitchen area, plunking the box down on the counter. "You tell me."

Emma picked up one of the old-fashioned video cassettes and frowned. "Beauty and the Beast?" She picked up another. "The Fox and the Hound? Henry these are just Disney movies!"

His grin widened, and Emma started to worry it would freeze that way if he didn't stop. "I know. I thought, since everything's died down with Operation Henry, that we needed a new way to pass the time. A normal way. And Hook can watch too. So what do you say?"

Emma sighed. "So we're just going to watch all these movies? Hook's caught a nasty cold, I'm not sure seeing the Disney incarnation of himself in all his feathered hat, mustache-ticking glory is going to help him recover." She thought about that for a moment. "On the other hand, I think it would make me quite happy, and David as well if he found out..."

"Exactly! Everyone will get a laugh out of the Disney versions of themselves. I mean, they'll finally understand why it took you so long to believe that they were all fairy tale characters."

Emma considered. "Alright, I'm sold. But where are we going to get a tv?"

Henry lifted his chin. "Already taken care of. I asked Dad if he would bring his. It just came with all his stuff from New York, and he said he'd be happy to lend it to us."

Emma looked at her son for a long moment, finally shaking her head with a chuckle. "You sure made a lot of preparations assuming I would say yes, didn't you kid? Do I even want to know where you got a big box full of the old cassettes?"

He smirked. "I have connections."

"Oh you do, do you?"

Henry shrugged nonchalantly. "And pretty much the greatest family ever."

Emma felt her heart soften even more for the boy. "Well, they do love you an awful lot, don't they?"

Henry opened his mouth to respond, but it wasn't his voice that came out.

"Indeed, that they do."

Both mother and son turned towards the sound. Even through a throat raw from coughing, the accented tones were nothing but a pirate's.

"Hook! You're supposed to be resting!" Emma stormed over to where he was leaning against the staircase, far from the bed, where he was supposed to be saying.

"Ah but there are so many more interesting things to be doing." He dipped his head and looked up at her through half closed lids, his lips shifting slightly in that seductive way he nearly perfected. Unfortunately for the captain, it didn't mesh well with the sick pallor and reddened nose.

"Just get back in bed, or you won't be well enough to watch the movie with Henry and me tonight."

His eyebrows drew together. "Movie?"

"Moving pictures with sound." Henry offered helpfully.

Hook resisted Emma's efforts to send him back to bed by sheer power of a dirty look. "That sounds terrifying."

"What's terrifying is going to be me if you don't get back in that bed."

Hook winked. "Care to join?"

The dirty look became positively murderous.

His eyebrows danced "As you wish then darling."

Emma resisted the heat crawling into her cheeks as well as the urge to remind the man of her twelve-year-old standing a few feet away.

"What movie do you want to watch, Hook?" Henry called from the kitchen. "There's one about you in here." He could be heard rifling through the box. "Actually there's a few."

"Well those are going to be the best ones then I'm sure." He settled back down on the mattress, sighing. "Tuck me in, will you love? That's a good girl."

Emma placed a hand on his forehead. "Rest up. I'm going to run to the stores to get some medicine for you. It's been a couple of days and you don't feel much better. Behave yourselves while I'm gone, okay?" She grabbed her red jacket off the coat peg and headed for the door.

"You don't have to worry about me, Mom." Henry sounded exactly like an exasperated twelve-year-old boy as he said it.

"I know." She stepped through the front door, though not before shooting another look at the smirking man in the far corner.

"Henry?" Emma shut the door as quietly as she could, not bothering to fasten the complicated lock August installed so long ago. She didn't want to wake Hook, in case a miracle had occurred and he was still sleeping. She set the bag of groceries down as she slipped her boots off, deciding she wanted to change into sweats before the movie.

She padded softly over to the staircase, groceries in hand, hearing the sounds of muffled discussion coming from the upper part of the loft. She frowned, noticing now that Hook wasn't in bed where she left him.

Both boy and pirate wore guilty looks as she stepped into her bedroom. They both sat on the floor, the latter wrapped in a blanket, a game of Sorry! well underway between them.

"Hey Emma," Henry started with a shaky smile. "You're home earlier than expected."

"I can see that." She crossed her arms. "Can I not leave you two alone for an hour and expect you to behave? I'd expected more of you Henry."

Hook cleared his throat. "Need I explain that it was my idea to relocate-

"No I expected as much." Emma forced back the smile crawling its way onto her face. "And lucky for Henry, it's you who gets punished for this one." She pulled a brown bottle out of the grocery bag, and Henry immediately started gagging.

"Buckley's! C'mon Emma, he doesn't deserve that! It was my idea too! It's not like Hook knows what Sorry! is anyway!"

Hook just raised an eyebrow, vaguely amused. "Is this some kind of torture mechanism straight from the darkest pits of motherhood?"

Emma unscrewed the lid, grabbing the spoon off of her bedside table. "Something like that."

"I'll get the orange juice." Henry stood, still looking green and guilty about the prospect of Hook enduring such injustice.

Emma leveled off a spoonful of the creamy liquid. "So this is the medicine that's going to make you feel better alright? No matter what happens, just don't spit it out all over the carpet."

Hook quirked an eyebrow, but obediently opened his mouth, not offering to spoon himself the syrup despite being fully capable.

Not that I mind being responsible for this, Emma thought, a smirk crawling onto her face. I'm going to enjoy this far more than I should.

The moment Emma pulled back the spoon, Henry appeared at the top of the stairs, apparently ready to watch the spectacle. Or stand respectfully solemn for the tragedy about to befall his partner-in-crime.

For a millisecond, nothing happened. Then the taste hit and Hook's face immediately contorted. His chest and shoulders heaved instinctively, ready to expel the liquid, but he managed to keep it down, forcing a swallow with all the gracelessness that anyone who had ever taken the syrup can understand.

Without a word, Henry held out the glass of orange juice. Hook accepted gratefully, face still screwed up into a look of pure agony as he downed the entire glass.

The next minute or so was spent solely with Hook making unintelligible gagging sounds as Emma and Henry fought to keep from laughing. Eventually he settled down, leaning back against Emma's daybed, gasping like a landed fish.

"You... sick, twisted... evil woman!" He stared at Emma accusingly. "I did nothing to deserve such punishment!"

Emma smiled. "You can thank me later when you're feeling ten times healthier."

Henry took the glass from the pirate, heading downstairs to put it away.

"Anything that tastes so bloody awful should be banned from all the realms." He wrapped the blanket tighter around himself, and Emma noticed he'd reclaimed his hook from its place on her dresser. "I would rather have my heart squeezed to dust."

Emma chuckled, moving to sit beside him on the floor. "There is no need to be so dramatic. I'm serious; it will work wonders for your cough."

He leaned his head back against the mattress, silent for a moment. Then, "you'll have to find some way to make it up to me."

Here we go. "Yeah, whatever."

"Well if you're in accordance then how about we start brainstorming possible solutions." He adjusted so his forehead was nearly resting on hers. "You go first. Don't be afraid to get specific."

Henry came to her rescue then, making his way up the stairs noisily. "Neal's here with the tv. He wants to know if he should bring it up here."

Minutes later, an old box with the VCR built right in sat atop the dresser facing Emma's bed. Neal had left (not before giving Hook his condolences on the torture he was subjected to, if the bottle on the nightstand was any indication) and Emma was cooking pasta for them to eat before the movie.

"So this is the spaghetti Henry was telling me about?" Hook lifted a forkful of noodles and sauce up for inspection. "It looks like bloody intestines."

While Emma looked vaguely green at the comment, Henry turns to the man in astonishment. "Have you seen bloody intestines before?"

"Don't." Emma raised her hands. "Please. Not while I'm trying to eat." She turned her attention back to her plate, missing the enthusiastic nod passed to her son.

"Here, you spin it like this." Henry demonstrated with his own noodles. "It takes a bit of practice."

"I've spent nigh on three hundred years with one hand, lad. Shouldn't be too difficult." And true to his confident nature, he had no problem.

"What do you think?" Henry asked expectantly.

The pirate chewed thoughtfully. "Sure tastes better than bloody intestines."

Emma choked. "That is enough!" She threw down her fork. "I'm going to finish this upstairs." She picked up her plate and marched away.

Henry leaned in and whispered. "No she's not. She's gone to get more of the Buckley's."

Hook stood suddenly. "No need to be rash, love. Come on back. Henry promises to behave himself."

"Come on up when you're finished." She called.

Hook sat back down, continuing to eat the spaghetti quietly. "For the record, lad, I've never eaten bloody intestines."

Henry smiled. "I know. Sometimes it's fun to tease Emma. I get that."

Hook grinned. "There's a good lad. Now let's finish before she starts this movie without us shall we?"

They found Emma laying with her eyes shut on the daybed, the movie paused at the opening credits. She moved upon hearing them enter the room. "I'll be sitting in the middle tonight. If I'm to have any peace watching this it'll only come if you two are separated."

Hook sighed. "Sorry love, I really did try to keep the boy from misbehaving."

Henry snickered.

A smile cracked Emma's face for a split second before she turned her attention to the tv to hide it. "Henry, would you hit play for us please?"

Hook sat down to Emma's right, noticing her change into sweatpants. He looked at his own, borrowed from David, a quizzical look on his face. "Are there benefits to having the ankles drawn together like that?"

"Hm? Oh you mean the elastics. I like the elastics better. You can roll them up more easily if you have to, and you don't have to worry about stepping on them." She put her arm around Henry's shoulders as the movie began to play. "Do you not like yours without them?"

"No, they are quite comfortable. I've just never seen you wear them before."

"Well I wear them when I want to be comfortable."

He leaned in. "And you're not comfortable enough here beside me, is that it love? Because-

"Excuse me, but I am trying to watch this movie." She interrupted. She waited until Hook's attention had been caught by the opening scene before giving his knee a gentle squeeze. She just realised she was on the side opposite his good hand, but despite this (or perhaps because of it) she found herself drawing her arm back and threading it through the crook of his elbow, without a thought.

"It's been centuries since I last saw London." He said quietly, apparently choosing not to comment on the sudden affection. "It looks much prettier done up in drawings like this."

"It's called a cartoon." Henry filled in. "There's one movie about you in here that isn't a cartoon. It's actually called Hook. We can watch it another time."

"Well if it's not a cartoon then what is it?"

"Real people." Henry answered. "They're called actors. They get paid to make movies and act like the characters."

"So I suppose they don't have much killing in those movies eh?" Hook mused.

Henry smiled. "Actually... it's the other way around. The cartoons are usually less violent."

The pirate looked surprised. "How much do they pay a man to die for one of these movies?"

Emma tried to keep the smile off her face as Henry answered. "They don't actually die, they use computers to make it look like they die, when really they're completely fine."

Hook nodded, still clearly confused. "And what's a computer?"

"Just watch your movie, Hook. You'll be on soon." Emma nudged him with her shoulder. "I want to make sure you're paying attention when your character comes on screen."

Hook looked smug. "Aye, as do I. He... who is that?"

Emma pressed her lips together to keep from laughing at the horrified look on Hook's face.

"Bloody hell! Look at him!"

Henry was less successful in smothering his laughter. "Looking good, Captain."

Hook's mouth was ajar. "There are no words."

"Wait until you see your mustache tick." Emma kept her eyes trained on his face as the crocodile came on screen, watching Hook's face melt in horror as his cartoon incarnation did what he did best. She caught herself giggling at the spectacle; something she hadn't done in a long time.

"So I've been stripped of all credibility, not to mention looks, and instead I get a clock-sensitive mustache and a hat bigger than a mainsail."

"The feather's pretty cool though, right?" Henry sounded like he was genuinely trying to help.

"I've never seen one that size or colour, if that's what you mean."

Emma spent most of the movie watching Hook out of the corner of her eye. Disney was one of the fonder memories of her childhood, as it seemed that every foster family she'd ever been in had shown them to her. Sometimes it would be an attempt at making the kids happy, others just to get them to quiet down and stay out of their parents' hair. Regardless, they held a place in her heart, and she found she enjoyed watching them even now, decades later.

Hook, on the other hand, looked torn between being amused and genuinely insulted. He was at least as entertaining to watch as the screen, even when he said nothing.

"I was wondering when my hat was going to blow off." He shook his head, disgusted. "Of course, it would be Pan who took it instead."

Of course, he's also amusing when he is commenting. Emma thought.

"Yeah, they sure didn't get him right, did they?" Henry's accompanying laugh was slightly forced, prompting Emma to pull him closer to her.

"No lad, that they didn't." Hook offered a half smile to the boy, which was returned.

"But I think I like watching it still." Henry amended. "It helps me put it behind me, you know? If I just think of it as a story, maybe it'll be easier."

Emma felt her heart breaking for her son. "We'll keep you safe kid." She squeezed his shoulder tenderly. "You don't have to worry."

"It certainly is a kinder tale than reality." Hook agreed. "And I'm not the cricket, but I know nothing good comes from denying what's true." The pirate gave him a fierce look. "You're a brave lad, you'll be able to handle it."

Emma's stomach twisted as she watched her son reward the captain with a dazzling smile. "Thanks Hook."

They were interrupted by a shrieking from the tv set. "Oh look," Hook said dryly. "I now appear to be inside the crocodile's belly. Chasing a clock. Even better."

"Does Mr Smee actually look like that too?" Henry asked jokingly.

"Every bit of him. The real man was a tad more useful though."

Henry laughed again, and Emma tried to think of a time when she'd seen him so happy. It had been so long since they'd had a peaceful mother-son moment, she could hardly think of the last time she hadn't been worried sick for his safety. It felt incredibly relieving to see him well, only inches away.

Something about the man on her other side was similar, though Emma chose not to address that at the moment.

"How are you feeling?" She whispered, leaning close to the pirate's ear so as to not disrupt Henry's rapt attention to the film.

"I'm assuming you don't mean humiliated, since that is rather obvious." His mouth twitched. "I feel much less sick, and though I can't bring myself to give gratitude for that atrocious medication, I must thank you for your willingness to help me. And allowing me to stay here in your home." He turned his head so he was facing her, and once again Emma noticed his unsettling talent for encroaching on her personal space unnoticed. The edges of his tousled black hair were brushing her forehead in a decidedly uncomfortable way. Yet she didn't draw back.

"You're welcome."

The corners of his mouth turned up slightly, in a smirk Emma was beginning to recognise as the precedent to a certain brand of comment of his. "However, if gratitude is in order..."

Emma did pull back here, tossing him a look. Hook returned a look of his own, consisting mainly of a devilish grin and abominable eyebrow movement.

"I think you'll like the real-life version better." Henry stated as the end credits began to roll. He stood to rewind the movie, handing Hook the case to the Steven Spielberg film. "It's named after you this time."

"That movie's actually older than you, kid." Emma mused. "But wow, check out that mustache!"

"Not to mention his eyebrows." Hook scowled.

"And the curly wig." Henry added. "We'll have to watch this one tomorrow night."

"I'm not sure how much more of this I can bear." Hook said with a short laugh. "Of course we shall."

"Perfect. I'm going to go look through the other movies. I didn't get through them all when Neal gave me the box." He took the stairs at a dangerous speed. "There were at least forty in there!"

Emma turned to face Hook. "You don't have to indulge him you know."

The captain smiled. "I rarely do anything but what suits me. I enjoyed this evening, Emma."

She squirmed slightly, trying to avoid the look in his eyes. "He's right I think. You probably will like that one better."

Hook seemed to accept her changing of the subject. "And why is that?"

"Well, you don't have a scene where you dance on the nose of a snapping crocodile, for starters."

"Always a good start."

Her lips turned up slightly. "In fact, the crocodile is already killed and stuffed by the time Peter Pan gets to Neverland."

"Even better." He grinned. "How long was Pan gone for?"

"Long enough to get married and have two kids. And become a lawyer. A boy named Rufio took over for him. Pan seemed to have been the better leader though." She looked away. "At least, in the story."

Hook frowned. "I didn't know they knew about Rufio."

Emma looked surprised. "He was real too?" She rolled her eyes. "I should have known. What happened to him?"

Hook panicked for a split second. "Story for another time, love."

Emma raised an eyebrow. "Well, in the movie you kill him."

The slightest of grins tugged at one corner of his mouth. "It's not a tale for when the boy is nearby."

"He's been through hell, I think he could handle it."

The captain looked away. "What he endured was, in no small part, my doing. I have no wish to cause you or yours more pain."

"Hook..."

"I regret my actions, Emma." He turned his gaze to meet with hers. "I don't wish to ruin this evening with this talk though darling. Please."

For the second time that evening, Emma felt her heart tearing. She stood. "Alright. I'm glad you're feeling better."

"Ah yes. I'll have to remember to keep a bottle of that medication on the Jolly Roger to keep the crew in line."

"They'll be healthy, at least."

Hook grinned. "And more importantly, well-disciplined."

Emma started down the stairs. "Speaking of discipline, don't think I've forgotten all your misbehaving today. You were supposed to be staying in bed all day."

"Perhaps that would have been an easier command to obey were it not so lonely—

"Nice try." Emma cut him off. "Not going to happen."

Though he was still behind her and she could see nothing, Emma knew he was smirking. "Don't expect that to deter me, love."

"Oh I don't." Emma exaggerated a sigh.

Henry looked up at them as they came into the kitchen. "Snow White's in here! We have to watch that one with Mary Margaret and David."

Emma smiled. "Tell you what kid. We can make this a weekly event, up in my room, so long as the movie nights start before nine."

Henry raised his eyebrows. "Nine?" Everything about his expression said you've got to be kidding me.

"On special occasions, a case could be made for an exception." She adopted her best diplomatic expression. "You can invite whoever you want, within reason. Just check with me before a dozen people show up at my door, okay?"

"Nine?"

"Hey! It's a bedtime for my sake. I don't even want to think about when you're a teenager. Staying up till all hours of the night." She shuddered.

"S'okay lad. Apparently I'm subjected to this 'bedtime' too." Hook consoled. "Speaking of, in the name of obedience, I'll be off."

"Night Captain." Henry offered a smile and a wave as Hook made his way to the other corner of the room.

"Night lad."

The moment he was out of earshot, Henry rounded on his mother. "How long is he staying?"

Emma stepped back. "Slow down there! I don't know. Until he gets better? Why? Do you want him gone?" For some reason, this idea bothered her.

The boy's smile was one his mother didn't completely understand. "No, it's just I was curious. I think it was nice of you to offer to take care of him."

Emma's face softened. "Thanks kiddo. I just... I remember times being sick and having to take care of myself. It's one of the worst feelings in the world."

"That's why you're such a great mom." He hugged her.

The affection, though unexpected, gave Emma a warm feeling inside. "Thanks kid." She smoothed the back of his hair, not allowing herself to regret not having had more moments like this with her son.

Henry pulled back. "Do you think he'll be better by our next movie night?"

"I would imagine so. I'm no doctor, but he should be better in a couple days."

"Okay." Another one of his smiles. "I was just trying to figure out if I was going to need to invite him to get him to come."

"Well if you don't scare him away with another movie about himself tomorrow night, I think that he'll be back." Henry's yawn prompted her to check the clock. "Would you look at that. Nine o'clock and someone's already sleepy." She raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, I think Hook's out cold."

"I heard that lad."

The pair in the kitchen shared a knowing look. "Looks like it's bedtime for all of us then." Emma squeezed Henry's shoulder gently. "Night kiddo."

"Night Mom."

He raced up the stairs to his bedroom, in high gear, just as always.

Emma turned to the corner. "Goodnight Hook."

"Sleep tight love."

There was a small part of her with more to say. But not that night.

6101719: So tell me what you think, if you would be so kind. As I said before, this is going to be kind of one-shotty, so if you wanted to throw some ideas at me, that'd be pretty cool. As is, I've got scenes floating around involving The Princess Bride, Hook laughing at Charming's incarnation in Snow White, some skating lessons, a very emotional Lion King, and maybe even some pieces aboard the J.R. But nothing's for sure yet, so feedback is appreciated!