Smee barked at him, waking him up from a pleasant dream about a fearsome pirate sailing the treacherous seas.
"What do you want, Smee?" Killian sleepily asked the massive St. Bernard, who was wagging his tail exitedly, his tongue hanging from his mouth. Smee barked again.
"Alright, alright, I'll take you out…" he grumbled in his deep, gruff morning voice. Getting up and sitting at the edge of his bed, he looked over at his alarm, which read 3:45 AM.
"Bloody hell, Smee. Why so early?" he asked the dog, who immediately jumped up and began to lick his stubbled face.
"Alright, enough, enough!" he said, chuckling at his massive puppy. He stood and covered his bare, hairy, and muscular chest with a plain black t-shirt and slipped off his flannel pajama pants, instead slipping into a pair of comfortable jeans. He walked over to the restroom, gently splashing his own face with cold water. He rubbed his eyes, and slipped on his prosthetic, wincing as he locked it into place. He rubbed the scars on his forearm to ease the pain. Slipping on a black cargo jacket and stepping into his old work boots, he grabbed Smee's leash and secured it in place on his collar. The dog immediately began to jump at the door, excited for the upcoming walk. Killian opened the door, walked outside, and locked it behind him.
The dog and his owner walked quite a ways, seeing as Killian wanted to tire him out so when he went back to bed, the dog wouldn't bother him again. They walked past the park to Main Street, greeting Granny as she opened her shop up early to begin the morning's pastries. The dog finally stopped and did his business, and Killian bent to pick it up. He turned to throw it into the nearest public rubbish bin. When he turned back to his dog, there was a blonde woman sitting cross legged on the damp morning sidewalk, rubbing his head. Two other women stood behind her, presumably her friends. One was trying to get her up off of the ground while the other just laughed and snapped a picture with her phone.
"Emma, get up. This man clearly has somewhere to be and we are very sorry to have bothered you."
"It's no problem, loves," he said, extending his good hand out to Emma. She took it and he pulled her up, catching her as she stumbled, giggling like a schoolgirl as she steadied herself on his shoulders.
"Hell-o there handsome," she giggled. He released his grip from around her waist, stepping back gingerly.
"There's no need to be afraid of the sherriff, handsome. I'm here to protect y-" her speech slurred as she promptly turned to the bin and vomited into it.
"Oh my god!" "Emma are you okay?!" Her two friends said in unison, rushing over to her as she wiped her mouth on her sleeve.
"I'm perfect. Never been better, "she laughed, her speech slurring.
"Can I call you a cab? You lovely ladies seem in no fit state to walk home," Killian offered gently.
"Yeah that'd be great, actually. I'm Mary Margaret by the way. This is Ruby, and the drunk sherriff's name is Emma." Mary Margaret said. Emma giggled.
"Pleasure," said Killian. "I'm Killian. Killian Jones. I'm new in town."
"Yeah, I thought I'd never seen you before. What do you do for a liv-" Her sentence was interrupted by Emma fainting. Killian had fast instincts and caught her. "Whoa lass. Let's get you home."
He called them a cab, one of the only 2 that existed in Storybrooke. "Be sure to get them home safe, mate," he said to the driver. He handed the driver 50 bucks and told him to keep the change. They didn't get much business anyway.
He turned and walked Smee back home, the dog settling on the floor beside his bed while he took off his prosthetic and clothes to put on his pajama pants again. He climbed shirtless back into bed, thinking about the interaction that had just happened.
Bloody hell, he thought to himself. If that's the sherriff I'd hate to see the rest of the police force. He couldn't deny her beauty though. Her long, blonde hair cascading ever so perfectly down her shoulders. Her piecing green eyes had met his, and even though he knew she probably wouldn't remember that moment, he knew he would never forget those perfect green eyes.