I don't own anything, I do not own the cast, characters and/ or the plot of the show, that all belongs to ABC and Adam and Eddie; I am just a faithful watcher. I've called this Tá mo chroí istigh ionat, which literally means 'my heart is within you' and I love that.

Tá mo chroí istigh ionat

3rd Person

Emma places the large coffee mug in front of the woman with a fake smile before turning on her heel and going back to her friends, sighing as she perches on the edge of the armchair Killian is sat on. "I hate my job." She states simply, stealing Killian's coffee just as he goes to sip it, drinking some herself.

"I hate that you steal my coffee." Killian shrugs, taking it back. "But you do it anyway." He sighs, sipping it before Emma takes it back.

From the couch across from him, David and Mary Margaret laugh softly at them, smiling to each other. "I swear you're serving the coffee, Emma, not stealing it." David jokes, making Emma glare.

The four of them spend most of their lives in the coffee shop where Emma works. The owner, Graham, has the biggest crush on Emma, who unfortunately does not return his affections, and has let her have a job there for the past three years.

Usually Ruby and Victor join, but they were away on some trip for their year anniversary, apparently, Victor had planned to propose to Ruby that evening, so they weren't there to hear Emma's whining over her job woes…again.

Emma is grateful that she has the job, it pays the bills and everywhere else she applies won't accept her so she had no choice but to stay there. She's twenty-five years old, she should be traveling or be sightseeing or even getting drunk all day. But instead, she's stuck serving coffee.

Even Mary Margaret and David had better prospects than her; David worked at the animal shelter whilst Mary Margaret is a schoolteacher. They were perfect for each other, love one another and they even have their own place, letting Emma stay with them until she can afford to live on her own, which seems to be never. Recently, about two months ago, in fact, the two had announced they were going to have a baby, and so Emma was desperately searching for somewhere else to live.

Victor's a doctor in the Storybrooke General Hospital whilst Ruby co-owned Granny's diner with her grandmother, Widow Lucas. They had their own apartment near the hospital and apparently were now getting engaged.

Even her best friend had it better than her. Killian Jones had always fallen on his feet one way or another but he just takes the top prize. He used to be in the Navy before he lost his brother and his hand in one mission, being honorably discharged and with the money, he got as compensation he used to start his own business designing ships. He also was a partner of a company, which bought and sold off others piece by piece, although Killian tended to rebuild the companies he brought, which only made him more money.

Although, there was one thing Emma could count on, at least he was as pathetically single as her.

"I'm serious!" Emma whines, plopping down next to Killian so they're pushed together on the chair, something she does often, half on his lap and half on the cushion so she just shifts to be fully on his lap. With a sigh, she sips his coffee, balancing the mug on her knee. "I get coffee, maybe even a muffin, for people every day of my life for the past three years and I'm tired!"

Killian sighs, taking the mug from her gently and placing it on the table by him, shifting Emma a little to look at her, not at all bothered by her presence on his lap. "Emma, something will come up, I promise." He says softly. "I've offered you jobs-"

"They're pity jobs, Killian," Emma states simply. "I don't want my kids one day to ask how mommy got her job and I have to tell them that you gave me a pity job cause no one else wanted me. In fact, sod my kids, I don't want anyone knowing that."

With a sigh, Killian strokes her arm gently, smiling softly. "Hypothetical children aside, it's not a pity job, I really do need you there."

"Killian Jones, you do not need someone to collect the mail and make coffee all day, you also do not need someone to stand and check in on the office." She states simply, frowning, but takes his hands gently. "Thanks for the offer, but I can't."

He nods slowly, squeezing her hands. "I just want you to be happy, Swan, that's what we all want." He says softly, making the couple across from them nod. "Whether it's a job or a relationship or even a nice ice cream, we want you happy."

Emma blushes; patting his hand gently in a friendly manner, not knowing he wishes it could be more. "Alright, Jones, don't get sappy. And you know that the only men in my life are you, David, Victor and of course Buckley." She smiles, referring to Killian's dog, who adored Emma.

(Much like his owner.)

"Ah yes, speaking of young Buckley, he's been whining at the photo of you on my coffee table, are you coming over after work for pizza?" He asks. It's a weekly ritual that's slowly becoming something they do every night.

Emma practically lives with him in his home, which he's actually happy about. The place has five bedrooms and it gets lonely all day, that's why he got a dog and had been seriously considering getting another dog before Emma basically moved in. He should probably ask her if she wanted to before baby Nolan came and she had no choice.

"Of course." Emma grins, winking at him. "But only for the dog and food, never for you, Jones." She smirks as she stands, walking off to go serve someone else before rushing back over. "I'll be ho-at yours at six?" She suggests and he nods so she goes back to work quickly.

"Jones." David scoffs with a chuckle. "God you're so smitten, it makes my eyes hurt watching."

Killian just rolls his eyes, sipping from his coffee. "Then look away."


Killian doesn't know when he fell in love with his best friend, let's get that straight, in fact, he remembers not being sure whether it was love for months. However, that was years ago and he's too far gone to even consider not loving her.

There's something about Emma Swan that he adores and can't seem to figure it out.

Maybe it's her smile. He loves the way the corner of her lips seem to turn first before the rest of her face lights up at the same time, her rosy cheeks blushing involuntarily and her eyes twinkling with happiness.

Her eyes may be the first feature he ever noticed about his Swan. Brilliant and dazzling like an emerald, sparkling whenever the light caught them. Whenever she saw her grilled cheese from the diner her pupils would blow wide open and she'd look practically mesmerized when eating.

It's strange that that is another thing he adores about her. That she isn't afraid to show how much she genuinely loves things a teenager would. He doesn't think his friend ever mentally aged past fifteen sometimes, she gets so excited over food and TV shows that he can't imagine a regular twenty-five-year-old being that way.

Don't get him wrong, I mean, he loves it. He loves her.

He loves how she always comes round his on a Friday night to watch their favorite TV shows together, he loves how she screams if something bad happens to her favorite character or how she throws popcorn at the TV if her OTP (she says it's one true pairing) doesn't kiss. He loves how excited she gets, and not just over TV.

Emma gets excited over things like pancakes for breakfast, something she didn't have as a child, she gets excited when he orders take away every Friday. She gets excited because routines weren't something she had as a child or young teen, she was passed around like meat with no one caring, but now she has someone who will take care of her. Lots of people would take care of her at the drop of a hat if she asked, although she never does.

It's not just Killian who loves her. Well, maybe he's the only one who loves her in a romantic way, in the way in which he wants to be with her for the rest of his life. But they all love her in their own way.

He's constantly reminded of that love, like right now where Emma is lying on his couch, her feet propped up in his lap as he massages them for her after she's been on her feet all day at the coffee shop.

"Killian?" Emma whispers, having been watching him as he stares into the distance at nothing. "Are you okay? You've been staring at the candle over there for about five minutes."

His head snaps to her quickly and he offers her a comforting smile, his thumb rubbing the arch of her foot, making her grin at him. "Yes, Swan, sorry, I'm fine."

She nods slowly, not entirely believing him, her eyes searching his handsome face- Whoa! Handsome? Where the hell did that come from Emma? She thinks, looking away as she plays with her nails.

He isn't lying to her, her detection skill isn't going off, but he is hiding something. Something she feels like she should know but can't seem to piece it together.

Buckley is sat at his owner's feet, looking up when they speak, and quickly climbs onto the couch so he can lie across Emma's stomach like a big blanket, and she giggles softly. "I think he loves me still." She smiles, stroking the dog's head gently.

"He's not the only one." He mumbles under his breath, biting his lip softly as he says it, going back to rubbing her feet gently.

"Pardon?" Emma asks, looking up, not having heard his words but knows he said something.

The puzzled look on her face is too adorable to deny normally, the look of concern slowly overtaking it in a way that he can only categorize as purely and wholly Emma Swan. She loves so much, cares so much, sees so much, and can spot a lie from a mile away. Yet she can't seem to see how much he adores her.

He wishes he could tell her, wishes he could build up the courage and just blurt it out. But the fear of rejection, of not being enough, weighs so heavily on him he just shrugs.

"Nothing, Swan. It doesn't matter."


I'm splitting this idea into three or four I think, since I was looking at how much is involved and I didn't want it all in one chapter. Sorry! :)