The sun had barely risen by the time the two men climbed out of their old, second hand pick-up truck. That rusted, scraped and barely working blue ford from 1975 had brought them a long way, that was for sure. It had been one of their first purchases after they moved to America; a move that had brought them both pain and success in various ways. The two men and brothers stood in front of their truck, staring up at the shop face, looking at what would be their foreseeable futures. Their dream restaurant by the port side, with the freshest fish and ingredients they could get their hands on. The Jones' seafood and Italian restaurant. The elder Jones looked down to his darker haired, little brother, finally seeing a chance of them both being able to get rid of their demons of the past and start something new. The younger Jones without turning, simply said "You really think we can do this again Liam? That we can make this work this time?" To which Liam replied;

"Anything that our dreams can do, so can we, Killian."

Liam Jones

It had been only one year since Killian and I had last moved to a new town in this unfamiliar continent, and I was hoping that it was going to be the last we would have to do; for the moves were getting harder and harder to do logistically. We had moved from our home in Portsmouth, England to try and open restaurants here in America, to cook new and exotic foods from around the world in our own styles. Why we had chosen this small town called "Storybrooke" we had no idea. Killian reckons we got a map of the US and threw a dart at it (which most likely did happen considering that the map had a hole in it where Storybrooke was- but I would never admit that Killian was right) whereas I had suggested that we had gone through a list of towns whilst drunk, chosen a letter and picked one at random. Either way we had found our way into this picturesque seaside town in Maine, outside an abandoned restaurant awaiting for the man who was going to hand over the keys and rental agreement to us.

"Do you reckon that's him over there?" Killian said, gesturing towards the small man, dressed in a sharp suit with a cane who was meandering towards them both.

"Which one of you would be William Jones?" The man called, clearly not wanting to get too close to us both.

"That would be me" I replied coolly, seriously regretting that I didn't know what this Mr Gold character looked like, especially if it was the man standing in front of me. If it was, I was certainly not liking the way he was looking at my little brother.

"Mr Gold, Mr Jones. It's good to meet you finally in person; there are very few people who I know of who would be willing to take on such a project with such little staff on hand" His voice was cold, clipped and completely unfriendly. Mr Gold was certainly not one who you wanted to cross apparently.

"My brother and I are more than sufficient; this isn't our first rodeo, as you American's like to put it. We hope to open within the month, and we shall be sure to tell you the moment we open our doors to the public. Good day Mr Gold."

"I really don't like him Li…"

"Me neither Kai. But he is giving us an exceptional deal on this place so I suggest we put up and shut up, alright?"

"Aye, Liam. I guess we will."

"Any ideas on why he was giving you the death glare though? Do you know him?"

"Never seen him before in my life. I'm pretty sure I would remember a crocodile like him." I couldn't help but laugh at my brother's statement; for it was true in hindsight, Mr Gold was rather similar to a crocodile.

"Well now that we have our keys we can begin to get our stuff into the flat and then start looking at a floor plan and plan of action"

Gold had given us a good deal; a large restaurant space (which with renovations and a lot of love would be perfect for our purposes), along with an office and a flat above the restaurant to call our base of operations.

The flat and office were openly planned, and with views of the sea from half of the windows (underneath one of them I had noticed my brother was already planning to place a desk). The kitchen was more of a kitchenette, with most of the amenities on a bench along with a fridge/ freezer and cooker on the wall- yet it would be more than big enough for trying out new recipes and general cooking. To the left of the kitchen led off to three enclosed rooms; two of which were bedrooms whilst the other was the shower room and toilet. The walls throughout were a pale shade of blue with hints of vibrant orange within their decorations (which were different between in each room), which went surprisingly well with the sandy coloured linoleum which covered the floors in the whole flat. Killian had already started putting up the few pictures that we did have of our family on the walls, with our favourite sitting above the sitting area. It was a special picture to us, for it was before our mother was diagnosed with cancer, before our father abandoned us. And now that memory was driving us to chase our dreams; which although had been slightly altered over time, were still mostly the same- Own their own restaurant together somewhere and create a future for themselves.

Because of how few items Killian and I actually owned, we were able to unpack everything within two hours; including going food shopping and learning the basic layout of the town. After that I put on my business "hat" whilst Killian put on his designer and travelling chef "hat" and decided what we wanted to do with the space below our feet, what we could afford, what we would need to do to be able to turn the abandoned space into a functioning restaurant. He argued that we should have circular tables so that everyone could see everyone else on the table, whilst I argued that we should have square tables so that it was more symmetrical in the restaurant. Killian won that particular battle, along with the specs and design of the Kitchen seeing as he would be spending more time in there than I, whilst I chose how the bar area and office would look as I would be spending my time in those areas, and by the time we went to sleep, we had the whole restaurant planned.

Killian Jones

Despite the fact Liam and I had only just arrived the afternoon before, we had already unpacked our belongings and tools, planned out the restaurant and were even looking at local businesses from which we could get the necessary items to put together our restaurant. Even though this wasn't our first restaurant which we had opened between ourselves, I was still suffering PTSD off how the first restaurant, after it had literally gone up in flames, killing half of the people inside… and taking away my left hand in the blast. Even though the culprit had been caught… I still had the constant fear that it would happen again, that this time I would lose Liam. Even throughout my worst time, of me pushing him away… he had stood by me… holding me when I couldn't do it myself.

Even though we had moved to a new place, I knew that I hadn't escaped the hands of the doctors and psychologists… I had seen the papers… My medical and psychological history being passed onto more people. More people to look at me like I was a broken wreck rather than a man. It was one of the reasons that Li and I were so close, because we had been through so much together, and seen all the shades of hell only to come back into a stormy world which didn't recognise us.

We had always wanted our own restaurant, at first we had wanted one in New York, but after the blast our dreams changed to a small family restaurant, in a seaside town, where we were close to the seas that we loved so much, where we could escape the demons of our pasts. We had once travelled the world, tasting all the countries own food, creating our ideas, ready for the day where we could open our own restaurant and serve the meals we had found and made up ourselves. Despite the name of the restaurant, we would serve more than just seafood and Italian; it was just the name that sounded the best in comparison to the others.

I used to work as a waiter in our first restaurant, I saw first-hand how people reacted to our food, how they would all send "Their compliments to the chef", and how they could all relax in the atmosphere we had created. After the blast I never waited a table again; people shied away from me in the street after seeing my prosthetic hand, and I didn't want to see how they would react if they saw me bringing their food. It was something that I missed, but knew that I could never have again; for I would never be able to balance the plates on my arms with the hand as it couldn't move or feel.

I had been cleaning out the kitchen area for the morning when I saw the flash of my brother's dirty blonde hair and blue eyes standing in the doorway, checking up on me. Looking up from my jobs, I looked straight at the clean cut jawline and layer of scruff that my brother and I both sported, although his hair was ever changing between dirty blonde and light brown, depending on what light he was under. Even though he tried to keep it under control, his curly mop of hair always seemed to fall in a messy and uncontrollable style, instead of going like my sweeping style of darker, straighter hair.

"Everything under control in here little brother?"

"It's younger brother Liam, you know this. And yes, as it turns out some of the mould is only on the surface so some of the cupboards and storage solutions can be salvaged, but the fridge and freezer have long since stopped working, so we now need to find out where we can get industrial sized freezers and fridges for the amount of food we are going to need."

"Not to mention we need to find somewhere suitable to advertise this endeavour Killian otherwise nobody will find this place"

"How is the front looking?"

"As it was in here, the floor was only surface damage and so we only need the top layer to be replaced and the wood in the bar area is sound and only needs a little varnish and it will be as good as new. I found a good area where we could have another centrepiece though"

It had always been a tradition in any of the restaurants which they had had, that there must be a centrepiece which could be admired all across the restaurant; but nothing had been able to fill the shoes of the first centrepiece that they had had- a sculpture by Elsa Arendelle of a school of fish, swirling around in a globular shape. It was unfortunately where the blast had come from and so had been destroyed, but that hadn't stopped them from getting new sculptures to fill the spaces.

Liam had been right though, for in the centre of the room, close to the back of the restaurant but wasn't blocked by the supporting pillars (which would be decorated in rope for three feet from the bottom to go with the nautical theme they had going). They were hoping to find another sculpture like the first one they had in the first restaurant; or even better another work by Elsa Arendelle, but they would be willing to compromise over it.

We both went back to our retrospective jobs, and once we were done retreated to the office area to get it ready; as the desk and all their other furniture had finally arrived, meaning that they could get things in order again.

"Do you want to see if you can put an ad in the local paper for a local artist to see if we could get a centrepiece Killian?"

"Sure, I'll fire up the computer..."

"You have to go in person I already checked online" bloody hell. I was hoping not to have to go and have any social interaction just yet.

"Where do I need to go?"

"Here's the address, should be somewhere just off of Main Street according to this"

"If I go missing you're paying for the search party"

"Stop being so over dramatic Killian and see another human being that isn't me"