A/n: Hello. If you are reading this now, you have reach Agua's second OUAT story. If not, then I am not sure what to say to that...

Ahem, sorry.

This was the side project I wrote down in need to get over a certain event *Cough* 5x08 and 5x10*Cough* I love Killian and Emma too much. I just want to take them away and let them be happy for once... But no... we must go through a feels season.

But... I do admit that season 5 is becoming my favourite season of all. So much Captain Cobra/Captain Swan/Captain Hood/Daddy Robin... *Drools* so adorbz.

But before I get sidetracked, I am probably keeping this story into a few chapters. I don't see this going far because... well I have my bigger stories such as MoI and HW. Then I have my original story that I'm editing...

Warning: First of all, there's a pun and I find it hilarious – but I can see everyone going "No. Just no..." Lame attempts at fluffs so if it's strange to you then I won't judge you for running like the wind, possible OOC (don't doubt it). Also, there may be grammar errors and possible typos

Disclaimer: Don't own OUAT. However, I would like to brag once again that I fist bumped with Sean Maguire in April and I will not get over it, (he also kissed me on the cheek and I nearly died). What was my point again? Oh right. Don't own OUAT – let's not get into the discussion of if I did.

So here it was.

Emma's iphone announced that she arrived at her destination before the woman turned it off. She swore that she was going to get a better phone; one that wouldn't lead her at the opposite end of the town before taking her to the location she desired.

With a huff, Emma pulled her car over and observed the empty park. Being new a small town was unsettling towards Emma, but she had her old college roommate Mary Margret to thank for when a fire burned her apartment in Boston. Emma swore that she wouldn't take too much of her friend's time, just until she could get a place of her own.

Turning in her seat, Emma raised an eyebrow towards the slumped canine on her chair. "That wasn't too much bad was it Biscuit?"

The red merle Koolie merely raised her head from her curled position. Before her amber eyes appeared frantic with dilated pupils, yet now that the Bug's engine had been cut off, she was grateful that the dreadful experience was over. Biscuit slowly recovered from the motion sickness and tried to get from the back seat towards Emma.

"Alright," Emma said with a light chuckle. Owning a dog had never been her plan when she was a kid – she grew up in several foster homes and she was lucky enough to have a family with love let alone pets. It was only a few months before the fire in Boston, Emma found herself staring at a poster of an animal shelter and she took the chance.

Before she knew it, she was staring face to face with Biscuit; a timid female with the history of abuse. As Emma stared at the lonely amber eyes, she knew then that Biscuit was meant to come with her.

Since then, it was only Emma and Biscuit. Emma spent her time either getting Biscuit comfortable with her or working. It surprised Emma that despite Biscuit was an energetic dog, she never destroyed the apartment when left alone. When the apartment caught fire, Emma had been with Biscuit at the local park when she got a call from the fire department.

Shaking the memories out of her mind, Emma grabbed the tennis ball with a teasing grin. "Shall we go get the ball?"

Biscuit's erected ears twitched at the 'b' word and the sparkle in her eye made Emma smile. It was something Emma discovered shortly after the adoption – Biscuit loved fetching more than anything – she would rather fetch than eat (even though that was worrying).

Emma got out of the car and allowed for her for legged companion to follow. Biscuit managed to get the sense of the area because she had already raced to the gate with her bushy tail wagging. Her patience was rewarded when Emma opened the gate and threw the ball into the park to allow Biscuit to chase after it.

One thing that didn't surprise Emma was Biscuit's speed. The slender form yet long legs allowed her to race across the grassy field to reach the distance in no time. In fact, the ball didn't even get the chance to hit the ground, Biscuit leaped from her position to catch the ball in her mouth before happily trotting back towards Emma.

Emma took her seat by the shaded bench and waited for Biscuit to approach her. It was a strange occurrence to how her companion would leave the ball. Instead of handing it back to Emma, Biscuit would leave it within arm's reach and back away as if it was an offering to a god.

However as Biscuit placed the ball on the grass, she raised her head in alarm as another car pulled up and Emma huffed in annoyance. She wasn't expecting someone to arrive – especially in the middle of the day. It didn't help that Biscuit was still nervous around strangers and other dogs; the only exception was Mary Margret's husband, David Nolan who happened to be the town's sheriff.

David was the local dog whisperer when it came to rescue animals. Sometimes Emma found Biscuit huddled up to David when he was relaxed in the chair. It was a sweet sight, and Emma loved the idea of Biscuit seeking comfort.

The new arrival exited out of the car with a black Labrador in tow. Emma peeked to see that the new owner was the perfect description as handsome. He wore shades over his eyes (Emma betted that they were brilliant), somehow he managed to look decent with his untamed black hair and his grin – Emma wouldn't even go there.

However the stranger did notice Emma as he approached the gate; the singular eyebrow raised questioningly. Just when Emma thought that he wouldn't look any more attractive.

Before any of them could speak, Biscuit approached the gate cautiously and sniffed at the excited Labrador. In return the Labrador's tail wagged and started getting thrilled in each step, leaving the stranger to laugh.

Oh bloody hell even his laugh sounded attractive. What was next, he had an accent?

The stranger spoke and proved that there was no end to attractiveness on this man. "Is your dog alright with other dogs Lass?" Irish accent. A small part of Emma cursed her luck. The saner part of Emma told herself to settle down. She wasn't looking for a romantic partner; not after what happened with Neal.

Emma kept her walls up, yet she responded calmly. "Biscuit is quite nervous around other dogs and people..." However Emma trailed off as Biscuit slowly wagged her tail at the sight of the other dog; a reaction that Emma never saw before. "But it looks like your dog has a gift."

Another chuckle escaped the man and he opened the gate to allow the Labrador inside the park. "Aye," he said softly. "Roger certainly does. She is the same dog that managed to convince a child to not be scared of dogs anymore." The lab was in the enclosure within an instant, circling around Biscuit and earning a low howl.

Emma recognised the low howl. It was the playful banter that Biscuit done every time Emma came home from work and wanted to play with the ball or go to the park.

"She's my jolly Roger," the stranger explained and he took a seat next to Emma. She stiffened at the close proximity, before frowning in realisation. A snort escaped her before she could stop it, but the amusement seemed to mirror in the stranger as well.

Emma didn't even know his name and she instantly knew that she was talking to someone who was filled with terrible puns. "Who are you then? Captain Hook?"

"Killian Jones; at your service Love," he introduced with a smirk. Killian Jones. Rolling her eyes at the flirting tone, Emma knew that she heard that name recently... Shortly after her sudden move in with Mary Margret, she overheard David talking about a recent case that apparently gave him grey hairs.

"As in Deputy Jones?" Emma realised

"So you've heard of me."

"David." Emma's response allowed recognition to flash in Killian's expression. Slowly he pulled the shades off and Emma mentally cursed at the piercing blue eyes. It should've been bloody illegal to how attractive this man was. Emma found herself trying to compose the words. "He was stressing about your recent case – about how you went through a glass window just to make your entrance seem cooler."

"It was cooler thank you very much."

Again, Emma rolled her eyes and went back to watching the dogs. Roger took the ball and was fleeing from Biscuit who was barking for it to return.

"So," Killian said after a moment of silence. Emma turned back to him with a suspicious glance. "You know my name love; can I at least have the honour of yours?"

"Emma," she said quietly. "My name is Emma Swan."

A/n: Fun fact – Biscuit in this story is actually my dog in real life. I got her in 2008 and while she has her rebellious streak that chases motorbikes and lawnmowers, she is the greatest dog that anyone could ask for. She cuddles when you talk to her, responds to counting and the word 'ball', howls at you when she's excited and she'll be there for you when you need her the most.

Obviously for this story's purpose I've changed her slightly. She wasn't an adopted dog, but she did get abused a lot. My mum's ex was an absolute (pardon my language) dick head and hit her with anything he could grab. I was at school a lot so I was oblivious, until one day I grabbed a broom and she cringed – like she was expecting me to hit her. I found out that she was getting abused and I took vengeance on the dumbass's computer (his most prized possession). I won't go into detail but I made sure that he knew that he had no right to lay a hand on my dog.

Moral of this story: Don't screw with Agua because she will make you miserable

Anyway! But other than that, Biscuit has gotten a lot better with male company and she's friendly as ever. Unless it comes down to the lawnmower and the motorbikes... I wish she would stop chasing them -_-'

But I do recommend adopting animals. My sister's dog, Tani is a rescued dog and she's completely attached to me :P.

And I have this mini head canon that the Dark Swan disproves of Animal Cruelty – which was the true reason why Saviour Emma pushed Cruella off the cliff :P

So for previous fans of my work, you know the drill. Review, follow or favourite if you like it and if you don't then you can go get cut by Excalibur (I'm kidding!)

... Ish.

SERIOUSLY TRYING TO GET OVER MY FEELS!

30/11/15

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