A/N Hi, guys! I've been a fan of these characters for a really long time. I hope I did them justice. I already know how this story ends, I just hope you want to read it. If you want this story to continue, review it at the end and let me know.

Also, I don't own any of the characters.

Well that was a waste of time.

Why do women put so much effort into getting dressed, curling their hair, putting make-up on, and all together going to the moon and back for one night? Just to get there and have to sit through a dinner with an average guy then, have to think of irrelevant conversation about mutual likes and dislikes. Then, when it's over we both agree it's not worth a second date.

Yep, that's why I'm sitting here in this hole in the wall bar drinking away the annoyance of it all. Maybe, I'll find a hot guy to take home.

She feels the cold air brush across her back but, is too irritated to look at who just walked in. There's a brush of skin on her arm and she swears there's an electric current where they touched. But, she blames the alcohol. While she's nursing her eighth drink, the guy next to her says something and she's swearing because he has an accent. He smells really good, a mixture of the sea and something spicy. She tries to sneak a glance at him that's when it hit her.

"Damn." She muttered to no one in particular because good God the man is gorgeous. He has black hair, and two days' worth of scruff but she can't see his entire face. He feels her stare and turns towards her but pauses. Jaw dropped, eyes blown wide, eyebrows raised they stare at each other. He's the first to be pulled from his trance.

"See something you like, love?" He raises an eyebrow and smirks at her. She blushes and turns back to the bar. She raises her hand for the bartender to bring her another drink. She can still feel his stare so she musters all the courage to turn back to him.

"There she is!" He exclaims. "What's a beautiful lass like yourself doing in a place like this?" He raises an eyebrow and looks directly into her eyes. She blushes then narrows her eyes.

"I'm here because it's a free country and if you'll excuse me, I'd like to finish my drink in peace. Thank you." She knows she is being rude but, who is this guy to question her. She does what she wants when she feels like it. She hasn't had to answer to anyone in so long and she is not starting now.

I don't have to explain myself to him. Who is this guy? I don't know, but don't let him keep talking too long. Stop talking to yourself, Emma.

He's taken back by her attitude then, he smirks at her. "Well, darling I think the fact you have been drinking whiskey says you need someone to talk to." She turns her head to look at him and takes a deep breathe. "I don't think so, buddy. I don't know you."

He holds his hand out to shake and replies, "I'm Killian Jones. Nice to meet you, love."

"I'm not your love and I see what you're doing. Why do you want to know my story so bad anyway?"

"Would it be so hard to believe that I might just want to listen? Try something new, love. It's called trust." He goes back to drinking his rum after that and clenches his jaw. She is certain that she hit a nerve with her rudeness.

Damn it. Now I feel bad.

"Look, I'm sorry for being rude but not everyone has good intentions… Especially in this day and age. I just had a bad night. My date was a bust, the guy showed up late then made me pay for my own meal."

"Wow. I'm sorry to hear that, lass. That guy was a bastard and if I were him I would never have that frown on your face. Was he your boyfriend?"

Well, at least he's straight up. I can't reveal too much to a stranger. Lie to him and say yes. No, Emma tell him the truth. Shit, you're taking too long to respond.

She takes one look into his baby blue eyes and knows that she has to tell him the truth. So she responds with a whispered, "We've been on a couple of dates with our mutual friends and this was our first date alone."

He nods like he's considering this. "Lass, I don't think you should go out with him anymore."

She snorts, "He'd be lucky if he gets a fucking text from me." He laughs whole heartedly at this and she soon joins him.

"I'd say that you should block him but, that's not my place." He takes a sip of his rum then turns to her. "I honestly think you shouldn't be drinking away your unhappiness. I think you should, make him see what he's leaving behind."

"And what would that be?" She knows she's playing with fire now but, he's just so damn hot. And she's very much over the drinking limit. So, her filter has long since dissolved.

He smirks and raises his eyebrows in a way that has her blushing without words even coming out of his mouth yet. "As you so eloquently explained to me earlier I don't know you but, I can tell you what I see?" He asks and she nods for him to continue. "I see a beautiful woman who put a lot of effort into her appearance, to have her sort of boyfriend basically shit on her at dinner. I see a woman who has had a rough life, meaning she doesn't love or trust easily. So with that said she has a lot of walls, which only makes the person on the other side a bloody marvel. Did I guess correctly, lass?"

Oh fuck. He's right. I have to get out of here. He knows too much. I didn't tell him that did I? Emma stop freaking out he doesn't know anything unless you tell it.

She's looking at him with her green eyes blown wide and jaw slacked. When she finally realizes that she was fighting internally with herself she hastily drinks the last of her whiskey and goes to stand. "You don't know a fucking thing." She knows that he was just trying to be nice but, revealing herself is what got her in prison years ago. "It was nice talking to you but, I have to go. Bye." She throws a hundred dollar bill on the bar for her tab. She puts her coat on and goes to walk away when he catches her arm.

"Darling, I didn't mean to offend you. Can I take you out to make up for the terrible night you had tonight?" He gives her the whitest dimpled smile there is. She swears it takes 10 years off of his face then she remembers he asked her a question.

I have to say no. But, do you want to say no? OF COURSE I DON'T! Then, say yes. No, I can't. Emma, you have to stop talking to yourself when people are talking to you. They think something is wrong with you. ANSWER THE MAN!

She looks at him and gives him a timid smile, "I don't think that's a good idea. I'm sorry." She looks at him in the eyes one last time before turning and walking to the door.

"Can I at least get your name?" He yells across the bar which has her stopping in her tracks.

Should I give him my name? What are the chances of ever seeing him again? It's harmless.

She looks over her shoulder straight at him and replies, "Emma. My name is Emma Swan." Then, she's gone.

Once she's out on the curb getting into her cab on her way home, "What the fuck just happened?" she mutters to no one but herself.

*Thirty Minutes Later*

Killian raises his hand for the bartender to take care of his bill. When the bartender comes, "How much do I owe you, mate?" He's opening his wallet to give the bartender the money.

The bartender replies, "Don't worry about it, dude. Emma paid for your bill and gave me a generous tip."

"Emma? Do you know her?"

"She's the owner. She's a millionaire who owns a lot of businesses."

"Thanks mate. I guess I will be seeing you." He walked out of the bar and started on his way home. He swore to himself that he was going to learn more about the elusive Emma Swan.

It was ironic how two people who have never met thought the same thing at the exact same time and both muttered, "I hope this doesn't bite me in the ass."