Archie awoke, and instinctively moved to run a hand through his hair. But, his hand was stopped by something, and suddenly he was wide awake, eyes flying open. Not that it did much good; the room was almost pitch dark.

The events of earlier suddenly came rushing back to him, being captured by not-Regina, because he knew now by the way Pongo had reacted that it certainly hadn’t been the Mayor. As for who it was, however, he had no idea. All he knew was that he really should have listened to his dog when he had the chance.  

But, perhaps he could figure out more. He was sitting on what felt like a wooden floor, and his hands were restricted by … rope. He could tell after feeling the coarse texture. Of course it was rope; if it had been chains he would have been able to pick his way out, using the skills his parents had taught him that he hadn’t used in ages. But, apparently he wasn’t that lucky. Suddenly, he noticed the odd swaying motion; he must be on a ship. He was also gagged, probably so he couldn’t call for help, meaning that he might be relatively close to the shore. Unless he was just gagged so his captor wouldn’t be annoyed by him yelling to be let go … or screaming out in pain. He felt some of the blood drain from his face at the thought, but torture was a distinct possibility. One he needed to be prepared for.

He didn’t even know why he’d been captured; something he’d need to ascertain quickly. Most likely, his captor wanted information, because that was the only reason he’d still be alive. Unless he was a hostage, but out of all the people in Storybrooke, he was probably one of the least likely to be captured for such a reason. So, it was information he (she? They?) were after, and Archie was determined not to give anything away. He could outlast the torture until someone came to rescue him; surely they’d know he was missing by now, or soon at least.

Suddenly, he heard footsteps above him. His captor was coming, and Archie would know a little more of what he was dealing with. The hatch opened, and he squinted from the sudden light, trying to get a good look at the person he’d be trying to outsmart.

Pixie Dust, Angel feathers

The piercing sound of his alarm pulled him from sleep. Groaning he, rubbed his eyes. Another quiet morning in Storybrooke. Yawning, he recalled that dream again, the city, glitters of light, a shift of black. Sometimes he tried to remember only to be given a sharp pain in his head. Whatever that dream meant, he couldn’t figure out what it meant.

Getting up and out of bed, he ate, washed up, then changed. Grabbing his messenger bag he headed out the door, towards his job at the animal clinic. He smiled as he passed his fellow townsfolk heading towards the building. As he walked he felt an odd sensation. A strange feeling as he passed a suspicious shadowy looking man. No, it wasn’t a shadow…it was those weird colors again. He saw them from time to time and it was only getting more frequent. But what was weird wasn’t the fact that he was dark but it was spark of light within.

He looked at him for a long moment, then waved. “Morning sir” and continued on. As he began to walk, his pleasant smile turned to a concerned frown. What was that?

@hookedpirate - Into the Deep (AU)

One minute she had been fighting with something close to zombies, the other something had hit her head and she had awaken somewhere on the ground with a smug Cora there to piss her off. Of course Emma had managed to irritate the witch even more, and Cora had thrown her against a wall.

This time, when she woke up, there was a blinding light and pain in the chest to make her company; when the light disappeared and she could see again, her heart jumped in her chest, hurting much more than she had expected, because Hook was in the room. “What… what the hell was that? What’s going on?” And why did her chest still hurt so much? 

Time seemed to be ticking by especially slow, Emma’s eyes periodically flickering to the clock to see what time it was. The blonde leaned back in her chair and tilted her head, giving a frustrated sigh. “It was eight o’clock two hours ago,” she complained to the empty room. Wait. Killian was supposed to be here by now. She hadn’t received a text or a phone call, nothing. It wasn’t like him to just back out of something cold turkey. A frown had settled on the woman’s face, who soon took out her cellphone and re-read the last text message Killian had sent her. Be there soon, it read. That was two hours ago. Maybe she was just being paranoid, but maybe she had every right to be paranoid. Her life wasn’t exactly sunshine and daisies. Around every corner, there always seemed to be some sort of obstacle being thrown her way.

As Emma got to her feet, she grabbed her jacket from the chair it was rested on and shrugged it over her shoulders, making her way out of the station while looking down at her phone and selecting Killian from the contact list. The phone rang and rang, but there was no answer, and instantly Emma had an even worse situation about this. “Alright, pirate, what have you gotten yourself into now?” She muttered under her breath, quickening her pace and making her way down along the sidewalk to reach her vehicle, which she promptly unlocked before opening the door and taking a seat in front of the wheel.

A groan from the backseat had Emma reflexively drawing her gun and whipping around to peer between the two front seats, weapon aimed at–”Killian?” Tied and beaten, her pirate boyfriend looked to have sustained some serious injuries. She thought something had smelled off the moment she’d entered her vehicle, and now she knew why. It was blood. Killian’s blood.

 Removing the fabric that had been placed in Killian’s mouth, Emma knelt down in the little space at the back and placed her hand gently against his cheek. “Seriously? I’m on duty and a crime happens right outside the station?” It was shocking and she had to roll her eyes at it, but now wasn’t the time to be beating herself up over it. She needed to help Killian and get to the bottom of this. “What happened, Killian?”

Fish Out of Water: Spock and Captain Hook

He had no idea how he got to Earth. Spock looked out over the gray waters of the Eastern seaboard and shivered as the setting sun caused the shadows to elongate until there was barely a sliver of the sun’s warmth left for the Vulcan. He was dressed in his usual blue on-duty tunic over his blacks, which was all he needed for a typical day on the Enterprise not wherever he was. Had he found himself in a city, he might have had a better idea of his location, but until he found someone to ask or saw a sign, he was lost.

With his sleeves pulled down over his hands to try to keep them warm, Spock began walking away from the beach towards the lights of a town. When he caught the scent of fireplaces on the breeze, he quickened his pace, leaving the beach behind to make his way through the trees. The forest was quite thick—something Spock was not accustomed to any more than the cold—and he stumbled over tree roots several times before finding his way to the outskirts of town.

It was quaint. It was also not from his time. Somehow he had not only been transported to Earth from deep space, but he had also been sent into Earth’s past. Panic gripped him momentarily until he got his emotions under control. He would need to be especially careful not to rupture the timeline, and he knew that would be nearly impossible to avoid.

He knew that Earth of the time period required money to buy food and procure shelter—he had neither. “I will require the kindness of strangers,” he said to himself as he approached a small restaurant that he believed were called ‘diners’ and slipped inside. Of course that was when he realized that not only did he have no money, but he was a Vulcan on a planet that would not see first contact for decades.


@hookedpirate - Back in Storybrooke

Emma had kind of given up on being a ‘Charming’ once back; too much had happened, not to mention how her family still assumed that she was pining after Neal - and man, had that been a gigantic mess, with even Gold getting involved - and she had kind of bounced back to the person she was before the curse broke. She didn’t even pretend to care about getting along with some of the people there, but ridiculously enough the two people she didn’t feel angry with were Hook and Regina. Sure, Henry was living with her now, but they were still on the same team somehow, and maybe it has also to do with her not seeing Regina often. Nor she saw Hook. Hook, who had lost his ship back in Neverland after doing so much for them, and it was time to make him feel more welcome just like she had promised at the diner what it felt like years ago. 
She made some lasagna, because that seemed the universal recognize food for all kinds of welcoming and everyone liked it, worn her red jacket once again, and with a quick goodbye she got in the car and drove to the bed and breakfast. She also ignored Granny’s face when she told her she was coming up to see him. 
Feeling more nervous than she had expected, she knocked at his door, wondering how he was doing in those first days in that world and knowing she was about to find out. 

hookedpirate followed the trail of feathers

“What are you doing here?” The man asked. Not often someone got past his guards. So he was concerned with the man he had to deal with. One would say pirate, but he had to wait and see.

Regina and Hook

The Queen held Captain Hook’s infamous hook in her hands as the pirate stood over the unconscious body of her prisoner, a girl named Belle. She’d somehow fallen in love with the Dark One. How anyone could love that imp was beyond her. Nonetheless, Regina held her prisoner, Rumplestiltskin thought her dead, and yet the pirate had just called her useless.

Not useless. She’s a valuable chesspiece, she told him. I know who you are, Captain. I know why you came here from Neverland. And I know all about the crocodile you wish to skin. Regina was impressed with the Captain’s determination to get his revenge. He reminded her a lot of herself. 

“She can’t help you kill Rumplestiltskin, Hook,” Regina told him. “But I can. If you do something for me. Care to join me for a drink?” 

Regina led him up to her sitting room, explaining to him all about her curse and then directed him on his mission. He must kill her mother, the Queen of Hearts. 

Of Land and Sea


Emma loved the sea when there was a storm. The swirling and twirling, waves splashing as the chilling water from the sky fell and bound into the ocean around her. Sea waters were burning. It was easier to be spotted when the sea was calm. Storms meant she could go to the top and see the land, even if it was from afar.

Tonight was one of this nights. The sky was dark from the oncoming storm and Emma found herself head above the water, looking out onto the royal ship that was coming towards pot. Unlike the sea, where there were countless of royals, Emma saw only one on the land near by. Emma always wondered what they were like and hoped to get a glance as the ship came passed.


Crutchie thought he had been in New York that morning. At least, he remembered waking up in the streets, and then going to the Distribution Center to get his newspapers for the day. What he didn’t remember was getting on a boat that looked very much like a pirate ship. Crutchie looked all around, thankful that he still had his crutch with him. But where was he?