It was a scorching hot summer's day. The sun was beating down on the yellow bug, which sat by the side of the highway, a few miles out of a small town in Maine.

Emma had been waiting for a tow truck for over an hour. It was just like her luck to get a flat tire as she was driving across the country. Why had she even come back here? After everything that had happened maybe she should have just skipped out on the wedding, but Anna was her best friend back then and though she hadn't been as close once they went off to college, she felt that she should be there for her big day.

The sun burned on her skin, making it harder for her to think. What was taking this dam tow truck so long? Just as she started to fan herself, she heard a truck coming up the road. She let out a sigh, finally, she thought.

The truck backed up and the door slammed shut. Emma turned, ready to get this over with and go somewhere with air-conditioning.

He walked into her view. She had to raise her hands to her eyes to block the blindingly bright sun from her sight, so that she could see the face of the man standing in front of her. He looked slightly different from the man she had known so many years ago. He didn't have the side burns or the scruff back then, but he was as handsome as ever and Emma felt herself gasp in shock. She didn't think she'd ever see him again. Why was he even still living in Storybrooke? She thought he would have moved on. That was the point wasn't it? To move on.

She let out a sigh and spoke his name with an unintended amount of shock.

"Killian?"

At the sound of her voice, his face took on a new expression, one of wonder, happiness and relief.

In a tone mimicking her own, he gasped out her name.

"Swan?"

This was the last thing Emma expected to happen today but a part of her thought that maybe this what she had wanted the whole time. She pushed the thought back down and frowned. No, there would be no point, think things like that. Not after everything,

Emma looked down.

''So, you work in the auto shop now?" She asked.

"Yeah. I started working there after uh.." Killian stopped suddenly sadness washing over his face Emma didn't want to push it.

In the awkward silence, Emma felt the need to explain her return.

''I'm in town for Anna's wedding. I got a flat tire'' Emma said lamely.

''Aye, yes I gathered as much with the wedding coming. So, I'll just hook your car up. Why don't you hop inside the truck were its cooler while I get started" said Killian. He was determined to keep the conversation focused on the task at hand.

''Ok'' replied Emma.

She made her way to the passenger side door on Killian's truck but she went to pull it open, it wouldn't budge. She grunted and pulled trying to make the door budge but to no avail.

''Oh wait. Sorry, it's a bit stuck. I'll get it. Old truck'' Killian said, making his way over to her.

''Its fine. I can get it'' replied Emma.

Killian was behind her now and when she finally pulled the door open, it flung back, taking her with it and pushing her into Killian's arm. She turned her head up and looked into his face. She could feel her breath on her check and his, strong hands holding her into place. She was lost in his stair for a moment before she noticed something new about him, just above his right eye.

''You have a scar. What happened?'' She asked abruptly.

''Maybe it's from people crashing into me when I come to tow their cars'' Killian replied sarcastically.

His response drew Emma out of her stupor and reminded how much things had changed between the two of them. She mumbled out an apology and pulled herself out of his hold.

Killian felt guilty about her sudden change in demeanour but didn't know what to say. He looked down and moved away from her.

''It's ok. It's my fault'' he said, holding the car door open and gesturing Emma to get in.

She hopped into the truck, while he went to work getting the car on the tow. Being back here, in Storybrooke, in Killian's truck no less, she couldn't help but reminiscent about the first time they met on this very same road.

Seven Years Ago.

The rain started pouring down to the point where Emma couldn't see through the windscreen of her yellow beetle. She turned the key in the ignition and said a silent prayer that the car would start. The engine gave out one last grudging rattle before it finally quit.

"Great." Emma thought "Just what I needed, stuck in this dead end town with another foster family that didn't care if she ever got home as long as they got their check. Now with no car to get away in, and with this rain pelting down I wouldn't even be able to walk back into town. Looks like another night in her car. It was closest to home I ever had anyway."

Just as Emma started to get comfortable in the reclined driver's seat, headlights appeared behind her. The offending car slowed down and pulled up behind her, she felt her like luck was beginning to change.

There was a loud tapping on the driver's side window. Emma squinted to look who was interrupting her sleep and saw that the interloper was a drenched boy, who mouthed the words "need some help?" She recognized the boy at her window as another student at her latest school. Killian Jones. He was one of those rebellious. 'I'll do whatever I want, me against the world' types. Girls would fall over themselves trying to get his attention but Emma wasn't interested. She had no time for boys right now, no matter how cute they were.

She shook her head. He looked at her, turning his head and raising his eyebrows. She could tell that he knew that she was lying. Having no other choice, she got out of the car and stepped out into the pouring rain.

She couldn't help but enjoy the sight of him and the way that the rain made his tight t-shirt cling to his chest and arm. He, well for lack of a better word, just looked so damn sexy standing there in the rain. She shook her head to clear her thoughts. There was no time for that, she though, she should try to get somewhere dry.

But as she closed the door to the bug she lost her footing in the mud and started to fall. Without much thought, she grabbed Killian's arm for support and he immediately turned and held her up, getting closer to her face and grinning at her.

''It's about bloody time'' Killian said, still holding Emma close.

She pushed him back and began to walk over to his car.

"Come on, were going to get pneumonia if we stay out here any longer. Give me a ride.'' said Emma.

Killian smirked at her confidence.

''As you wish'' he replied, ignoring that he never offered her a ride. Of course he would give her one.

They both go into the car and Killian blasted the heater.

''You know, you probably shouldn't be driving around these roads in that old thing. I'm surprised you made it this far out of town'' Killian said, in an attempt to avoid any silence, awkward or not

''Hey, don't bag the bug.'' Emma replied

''Where were you headed?'' Killian asked frowning, while he continued to understand his new passenger

''Home'' She said, avoiding his eyes as she did so.

"And where would that be?'' Killian replied looking over at her

"I…I don't know yet'' she said as they drove off back into town through the rain