Title:Hidden Treasures

Author: pinkcat4569

Characters/Pairing: Emma/Hook (Killian), Snow, Charming, Regina, Robin

Rating: Teen for innuendos, mild adult language and situations.

Description: Another holiday, Easter, looms to Killian's delight. He discovers though that it's a religious day, not known for naughty hi-jinks. Will he just give up or find a way to celebrate with his Swan in some pirate fashion? Set in near future after the end of trip to Underworld. Doesn't necessarily follow all plot points in season 5b so far.

2523 words this chapter. Total rough word count so far- 12,100

Chapter One

Killian sat at Granny's, sipping coffee as he waited for his Swan. He watched the usual hustle and bustle of customers entering and leaving, waitresses bringing food, and Granny dishing up sass.

The usual monotony was broken when teenage waitress Daisy climbed a ladder and hung a pastel string of ovals over the counter. When that task was complete, she knelt and lined the bottom of the counter with what appeared to be a paper representation of grass.

Killian watched with confusion. Daisy stood and happened to look his way. She laughed at his confused expression. "It's for Easter," she said simply. He shook his head and she laughed again. "It's a holiday."

A smirk danced across his face. "Ooh, I do enjoy the celebrations in this land."

She laughed. She'd been involved with his Christmas displays of affection for Emma and since she was Henry's...girl friend...she knew Hook thoroughly enjoyed Valentine's Day. "Yeah, I know," she said. She chuckled again and went back to work in the kitchen.

Emma walked in at that moment. "Hey, sorry I'm late." He smiled. "You look happy," she said.

His smile turned into a smirk as she slid beside him in the booth. "It seems we have a new holiday approaching."

She noticed the decorations. "Oh, yeah, Easter is a few weeks away."

He sagged backwards, leaning in that sexy manner that drove her crazy. "I do hope it is more scandalous and naughty than Valentine's Day." He licked his lips. "That will be a hard day to beat."

She laughed. "Sorry, Killian. Easter is about as different from Valentine's as you can get."

Daisy arrived in time to hear Killian ask, "The traditions do not mandate naughty bedroom clothing and scandalous edibles?"

Emma turned red but Daisy just laughed as she set a cup of cocoa in front of Emma. "I, uh," stammered Emma, "am trying to explain Easter to him."

Daisy giggled. "Good luck. I guessed you would want your usual drink."

Emma nodded, blowing on the cup. "Yes, thank you."

"Grilled cheese and onion rings too?"

Emma nodded again. "I love the service, I don't even have to order."

Daisy laughed and lingered a moment. "I didn't see Henry after school today. Will he be in?"

Emma smiled and discreetly elbowed Killian as a wide smirk spread across his face. "He's staying late to help my mom with a school project."

"Oh," Daisy said. "That's sweet."

"I am surprised that the lad did not send you some sort of message," said KIllian.

Daisy shrugged. "It's ok. We're just...friends, you know."

The two adults smiled politely as she left.

"They are not," whispered Killian.

Emma laughed. "Yeah. I'm actually fine with it too. I like Daisy."

"Hmm, she is a lovely lass. Now, answer my question...about the naughtiness of Easter."

She dipped her finger in the hot chocolate. "There is none."

"None at all?" He frowned as she shook her head. "Not even drinking?"

She shook her head. "Nope. Sorry. Easter is a religious holiday."

His nose wrinkled like a horrible smell just filled the diner. "A day devoted to time spent kneeling and praying in church?"

"Yeah."

He melted into a sagging, pouting position. "I am horribly disappointed. What bloody good is such a day?"

She shrugged. "Some people rely heavily on their faith. Easter is a very serious, important day for them. Remember the guy from Christmas, the one the holiday is really about?"

"Yes, the fat man in the red suit."

Emma scoffed. "Be careful who you say that to, someone very religious might hit you with a bible. No, Killian, Christmas is supposed to be about Jesus Christ."

"Ah, yes, the savior," he said. He winked at her. "Forgive me for not remembering him, Love. I prefer to focus my mind on the much more alluring savior of Storybrooke."

She shook her head. "I told you not to compare me to him. It's weird," she said, shuddering. He grinned. "Anyway, Christmas celebrated Jesus' birth. Easter is about his death, well, no that's not true, it's about his resurrection."

Captain Hook's grin grew brighter and more teasing. "He enjoyed a return to life did he? So while Christmas echoed similarities to you as the savior, this holiday shares more in common with me, does it?"

She closed her eyes, shaking her head with a chuckle. "Please don't put it like that."

He reached out and squeezed her hand. "Forgive me, Love. My humor sometimes turns dark.

I would never make light of the horrible journey you and the others undertook to retrieve my soul, not truly."

She looked at him, an honest, loving smile spreading. "I know."

They sat still for a moment, just staring at each other and embracing the fact that they were together and alive.

Finally Killian said, "Perhaps we shall pass on this Easter, then."

"No, it isn't bad, Killian. Easter is about hope and new beginnings. It celebrates Spring too and renewal. After all that we've been through, I think I'd like to celebrate those things."

He smiled and stroked her hair. "Then we shall. I will even endeavor to go to church. Provided I do not combust upon entering the holy place I will do my best to not cause trouble. You may have to confiscate my flask though."

She laughed. "We don't have to go to church. We can celebrate with our family, maybe a nice dinner."

"That would be lovely, Emma."

"Yeah, it would," she said with a smile. "You know, there are some Easter traditions that are kind of cool." She chuckled as she looked at him. "For instance, some people buy new clothes."

His eyebrow went up. "Why did you not say so before? That sells me entirely on the holiday!"

"I thought it might," she said with a laugh. "I should stress that the clothes are to be seen in public."

"Ah, they are of the respectable variety then."

She smirked. "Yes, can you do that?"

"Swan! You wound me! Of course I can do that. I am adept at blending in."

"Right," she said, remembering how long it took him to trade his pirate duds for more modern clothes. "Easter," she said, grimacing slightly. "I should explain the rabbit to you."

"What?"

She sighed. "Like the 'fat man in the red suit,' who kind of took over Christmas, Easter also has another less religious side too: the Easter Bunny. He comes on Easter morning leaving candy and eggs for children..."

Killian waved his hand. "Stop, stop." He stared at her. "A rabbit?"

"Yeah."

"Now you are jesting with me."

She chuckled and shook her head. "No, I'm not."

He sat a moment more then shook his head. "I do not know which is more unsettling, the fact that a rabbit runs wild in the streets or that it has stolen the offspring of chickens and left them as gifts for human young."

Emma burst out laughing.

"It is very strange, Love."

"Yes," she said, through laughs. "It is."

"Why a rabbit? And eggs? What child would be happy with a poultry by-product as a gift?"

"Oh, they love the egg hunt."

"Hunt? How does one hunt for eggs?" he asked. "Let me guess, you let loose special egg-sniffing dogs. Perhaps they search for the eggs with a magical apparatus like the fat man's sleigh?" He rolled his eyes.

Emma chuckled, sipping her hot chocolate. "Nope, it's pretty straight forward. The Easter bunny just hides the eggs for kids to find."

"Of course he does, because a small animal hiding eggs for the amusement of little children is most logical," he said, shaking his head.

She laughed. "I'm not sure why there is a rabbit or the reason for the eggs," she said. "Maybe they represent spring. It's all in fun, Killian, for the kids. You're right though, no kid I know would be happy with only real eggs. Often Easter gifts include toys too, maybe books. Jelly beans and marshmallow treats are a big hit. Of course everyone loves the chocolate rabbit…"

He shook his finger at her. "Ha! I've caught you! You are making this all up to bamboozle me! A magical being bringing gifts of candy and eggs is one thing, but now you ask me to believe such a creature is made of chocolate? The thing would melt away before he hid one egg!"

Emma was shaking with laughter. She held the edge of the table. Finally, she managed to say, through laughs and gasps, "No! The Easter...Bunny isn't made...of chocolate!"

"But you said…"

She took deep breaths and brought her belly laughs down to chuckles. "You interrupted me! I was going to say that everyone loves the chocolate rabbit they often receive. Chocolate in the form of a small bunny is popular. It only represents the Easter Bunny. It's candy!"

"That is better," he said as Emma laughed. "Still implausible, but not absolutely preposterous."

She chuckled.

He let out a large sigh. "I am deflated, Swan. My hopes were for another Valentine's Day. It seems this holiday will be quite boring, unless you are a child or a member of the clergy, which I am most assuredly not," he said, winking at Emma.

"Sorry," she said. She smiled as Daisy brought her meal.

The girl looked at Hook, slumped in the booth. "Is he OK?"

"He's not at all impressed with Easter."

Daisy laughed. "Oh."

"I am sure the not-chocolate, egg hiding vermin will forgive me," he said, rolling his eyes.

Daisy giggled. "Honestly, I'm not that excited either. Sure it was fun when I was little, um...in my false memories," she said, shaking her head. "Anyway, now, though, Easter's kind of boring."

"Charming," moaned Hook. "Even the bloom of youth can not find excitement in the festivities.'

"Oh, don't be so sad," Emma said.

"I'll bloody well mourn the waste of a celebratory day if I choose."

Daisy chuckled and went back to work.

Emma took a bite of her sandwich. "Hmm, that hits the spot. Who knows, you might like Easter," she said as he continued to sulk. " We'll definitely add some new Spring styles to our wardrobes. You'll like that."

He "harrumphed."

"We can eat a nice dinner of ham and potatoes and other yummy stuff," she suggested. He rolled his eyes. "Henry and you can eat chocolate bunnies, ripping of their heads first."

"Emma, please! I am a bloody thirsty, but reformed, pirate! Carnage of the chocolate variety does not excite me!" She laughed. He looked at her. "Is there nothing else? Surely you must be forgetting something."

She shook her head, taking another bite. "No. Well, I suppose in some cities they also do a parade."

"Parade?" He asked, his eyes dancing, and his smirk widening. "The Captain likes a parade."

Emma's eyes grew wide. "No, forget I said that."

It was too late. Killian grinned like a child devouring a glen full of chocolate bunnies. "In my realm, a parade is a glorious thing! People dress in their most illustrious finery and take to the streets for all to see! Afterwards, there is much drinking and revelry!"

"Killian, this is Storybrooke. A parade wouldn't dissolve into debauchery."

"Are you sure?" He asked, leaning in.

Emma shook her head again. "Why did I say parade? Why?" Her head went into her hands. "Now you want to get out there and strut your stuff," she whined. "Knowing you, it will be more than just strutting.'

"When you have such fine 'stuff' as I," he said arrogantly, "it would be an absolute crime to hide it away like an Easter egg, Love. One must gift it to the populace."

Her eyes narrowed. "Listen, buddy, just be careful how and to whom you gift your 'stuff."

He smirked. "Fear not. I am yours, faithfully."

She smiled. "I know, but thanks for saying it." She sighed. "I guess it could be fun, having an Easter parade, but it won't be the Jones Hour.. You'll have to share the street."

"I will gladly walk in your company, Love. I will however shine wherever I am. That is what I do."

She laughed and rolled her eyes. "I'll talk to Regina."

He clapped his hands, rubbing them quickly together. "I like this Easter more now."

"There will be no drinking, Pirate. No carousing."

"Assassinate all my joy, Love," he said with a frown, but his eyes were happy and light. He laughed. "I will be good, for you."

She eyed him over her grilled cheese but gave him a soft smile. "You better."

He took her hand and gave it a kiss. "Tell me, Love, this Easter Bunny, he is like Santa Claus in that he is a story, correct? He does not hail from another land like the real Snow White or one dashingly real pirate Captain?"

"No, there isn't a real Easter Bunny somewhere...I hope."

"Then someone else hides the eggs for the tots?"

"Yes."

His eyes twinkled and he smirked. "I am an expert at the art of concealment."

She smiled. "Right. I think having a former pirate hide eggs for kids is a bad idea. They'll be looking forever!"

"Oh, thank you, Love," he said, beaming proudly. "I appreciate the compliment!"

She shook her head. "I think this is one Easter tradition you should leave to others, like my mom. She'd be good at organizing the egg hunt.'

Killian's lower lip jutted out and his eyes drooped. He sagged his shoulders sadly.

She laughed. "I find it funny that the terrible Captain Hook results to the pouting puppy face." He kept the face going. "Fine, but if you do the hiding you do it with me and others, deal?"

He smiled happily in triumph. "We have reached an accord, Love. Thank you. I believe you are correct about your mother. The egg hunt planning sounds like a perfect chore for Snow White. "

Emma nodded. "I'm sure she'll be thrilled about it." She looked at him and smiled. ""I do think it's sweet that you want to do something for the kids."

"They are good little Mates," he said with a grin. He leaned across the table. "Now, I must ask for your complete honesty, Emma."

"Wow, that sounds serious."

"It is indeed." He smirked. "Easter is like Christmas, yes?" She nodded cautiously. His eyebrow jumped up. "Ah, we managed to naughty that holiday up, did we not?"

She blushed, remembering a very passionate Christmas Eve. She smiled. "Yes, we did," she admitted with a shy chuckle. He laughed back. She leaned into his side. "OK, KIllian, you're right. You and me.. we can naughty-up anything."

He smirked widely. "Ooh, this holiday is looking up. We shall strut our stuff, have a family dinner, hide the small oval poultry items for the young ones, and then...have a quiet, naughty Easter evening of our own." Both his eyebrows danced excitedly

She grinned with pink cheeks. "Sounds like a plan."

"Indeed!"

She laughed. "Happy Easter, Killian."

"Oh, it shall be, Emma. It shall be."

End of Chapter One