Hey everyone! Well, after writing about 800 fanfics, my roommate finally convinced me to publish some! So this one is a one shot for now, but I might add more chapters depending on likes, reviews, and such. Like I said, this is only my second post on here, so it's kind of a trial period. But anyway, enjoy!

Captain Swan one-shot based on the tumblr prompt: "hOOOoooOo shit, so you're the older sibling my best friend always talks about hahaha wow tHEY NEVER BOTHERED TELLING ME YOU WERE THIS HOT"

Storybrooke high had been a refreshing change of pace for Emma Swan. She showed up for her first day at her new high school with jeans that were two sizes too small, a sweater two sizes too big, boots whose heels were coming apart, and a tattered backpack, because her foster parents couldn't be bothered to buy her a new anything. Her stomach was twisted in knots at the thought of walking through the main doors. Kids would stare, they would laugh, point out her obvious lack of money, or more accurately, her obvious lack of a family. She was sure it wouldn't take people long to learn that her parents had left her on the side of the road, and nicknames like "roadkill" would start circulating. She felt her anxiety rising through her. She was a walking target for the kids of Storybrooke High to laugh at.

She had never been more wrong.

Of course people had stared at her in the hall as the new girl was obviously struggling to find her first class, but she was quickly swept up by David Nolan, who pretty muched embodied the phrase "knight in shining armor". He got her to her first class, and introduced her to her new deskmate, Ruby Lucas, one of David's closest friends. The girl was friendly, and very quick to decide Emma Swan would be her new best friend. By the time class was over, Emma was left reeling.

At lunch, David brought her to his table where she met Robin Locksley, Regina Mills, Jefferson Hatter, August Booth, and a girl who simply went by the nickname, Tink, along with David's longtime girlfriend, Mary Margaret, who jumped up from her seat and encased Emma in probably the warmest hug she had ever received. The group was incredibly welcoming, not at all deterred by Emma's poor clothes or the fact that she was an lowly foster kid. They made her feel like she was just another member of their close circle, one who had been there all their lives.

But still, Emma couldn't help but feel like maybe they were just doing this out of pity. The thought hurt, and for a moment it outweighed the sheer happiness she felt at the possibility of finally having some real friends.

That's how David found her at the end of the day, crying in an empty classroom, babbling on about how scared she had been to come to school that day, or how she didn't want to be his charity case, or how relieved and amazed she was at him and his group of friends who had been among the first ever kids to actually be nice to her.

David's heart broke for Emma, and he wrapped her in a tight hug until her sobs subsided. He reassured her that they are sincerely cared about her, and she was nobody's charity case. She went to his house for dinner that night where she was given large smiles by his mom, who happily placed a third setting at the table for her. She learned about David's long gone father, and she heard plenty of stories about the Storybrooke High gang. It wasn't until the name Killian was brought up that Emma discovered David had an older, adopted brother who was away at school. Apparently he had graduated last year, and had previously been a member of David's friend group.

By the time she made it into her foster home that night, Emma had never been so certain she was where she was supposed to be.

By Friday, David Nolan and his crazy friends had become a permanent fixture in Emma's life, and she couldn't have been happier.

The next few months were among the best of Emma's life. Ruby, Mary Margaret, Tink, and Regina had quickly become the best girlfriends Emma could have asked for. They gave her a lot of the clothes they never wore anymore, and even pitched in money to buy her new shoes and a new backpack. She finally had cute, properly fitting clothes, shoes that wouldn't soak her feet from the rain, and a backpack that could support more than a binder and two notebooks. They played all the best sleepover games (ones Regina refused to participate in), forced her to sit through dozens of romantic comedies, and taught her the meaning of "girl talk". Emma had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing at some of these ridiculous rituals, but all in all she couldn't complain. It was amazing to finally be able to participate in this stuff, no matter how cheesy it was.

Emma often found herself on one end of a teasing match with August and Jefferson, after they learned she could dish it out just as well as they could. What could she say? Foster kids learned to hold their own very quickly. Their partner in crime, Graham, was never a participant in said matches. He was quite shy, and often found himself blushing whenever Emma was around, (which even she had to admit was pretty cute). However, it was clear that Tink had her eye on the kid, so Emma did her best to steer clear of Graham's kind smiles and pretty face.

David himself was a whole other story. He had quickly become the older brother Emma had never had. He always watched out for her during school, and became very protective over her after she had encountered a bully by the name of Peter, who often liked to remind her how alone she was. Nightly dinners at the Nolan house became a regular thing, and Ruth (as she had insisted Emma call her), had even given Emma her own key, in case she needed to get out of her foster home for bit. The key was used often, and it became normal for David (and sometimes Mary Margaret) to come home from Student Council meetings to find Emma on his couch. But he didn't care, he would just go sit next to her and watch whatever was on the TV.

The mysterious Killian Jones was often mentioned, but there were no specific details or descriptions given. Emma was starting to believe that David's brother didn't really exist. It had been months and the guy hadn't come home to visit once? If the Nolan's had been Emma's real family, she would be home from school visiting them as often as she could. She decided Killian Jones was a strange one, and moved on.

It wasn't until Christmas break that Emma finally met the prodigal son in the flesh. Christmas break meant no school, and Emma was forced to spend more time than desired in her foster home, hiding from her drunken foster dad. Three days into break however, said foster dad threw a beer bottle at her. Her arm had gone up to protect her face, and she ended up with a large gash on it. Having nowhere else to turn, she went to her safe haven: the Nolan residence.

There were no cars in the drive, and the lights were off, so she slid her key into the lock and let herself in, heading straight for the bathroom to look for a first aid kid. She quickly cleaned her cut and put a few band aids on it, until Ruth came home and would hopefully be able to patch it up better. As she exited the bathroom and turned the corner towards the kitchen, she came face to face with who was probably the most handsome man she had ever seen.

He looked about a year or so older than her, with a tall, toned form. He had an angular face, with a strong jaw, and holy hell where those blue eyes even real? Thick, tousled, dark hair covered his head and was entirely unkept, in a very attractive way. She began to move her eyes downward when she noticed and object in his hands. It was made of metal and holy shit is that a baseball bat?

Yup. There was no doubt. Tall, Dark, and Handsome stood three feet away with a baseball bat in his arm, ready to swing. However, Tall Dark and Handsome seemed frozen at the moment, very stiff in posture and unmoving. His eyes were alight, staring at her own, his expression one of - was that awe? Impossible. There was no way this gorgeous guy was looking at her - orphaned foster kid, Emma Swan - like that. Nope. She was clearly imagining that his expression was the equivalent of a man seeing the sun for the first time. He was probably just in shock that she was in this house.

Wait. This house. He doesn't live here. Granted neither does she, but at least she has a key whereas he probably broke in.

Tall, Dark, and Handsome finally seemed to pull himself together and hesitantly kept his hold on the baseball bat.

"It's bad form to break into people's houses, lass."

He had to have an accent, didn't he?

But wait, he thought she was the one breaking in? She was the one with the key!

"Says the intruder!" She retorted.

A look of shock took over his face. "The - what? I- I'm not the intruder here!"

"Clearly," she mumbled sarcastically, reaching into her pocket and pulling out the key, "and yet I'm the one with the key here."

"How the hell did you get a key to my house?!"

"Your house? This is David and Ruth's house! No one else lives here except-" something finally locked into place in her brain. David's brother, Killian… "oh god you're Killian Jones aren't you?"

His face broke out in a smirk, "The one and only. Now, may I know who you are miss…"

"Emma," She quickly replied, anxious to convince him she wasn't a robber, "Emma Swan. I'm David's friend." Please don't swing that baseball bat at me.

His eyes grew suspicious, "Well, Emma, I know all of David's friends, and he never had one named Emma."

He didn't believe her, oh shit. David's incredibly attractive older brother was going to kill her with a baseball bat, and oh my god why did David not tell her his brother was this hot?

"I just moved here a few months ago, I-"

"Emma?" A new voice called from the kitchen.

Oh thank god, Ruth is home.

David's mother entered the hallway and her eyes widened as she took in the sight of her eldest son holding up a baseball bat at the young girl she considered a daughter.

"Killian! What in God's name are you doing? You lower that bat this instant!" She hollered.

Killian looked back and forth between Emma and his mother, before slowly lowering the bat. "You know this girl, mum?"

"Of course I do! This is your brother's friend, Emma! Oh, I'm afraid this is my fault. I should have warned you Emma might be stopping by, and I should have told Emma you were home from school." She shook her head before smiling at the pair.

Emma looked down, feeling awful for causing such trouble, her old insecurities rising back up. "I'm so sorry, Ruth," she stuttered out, causing the two to look at her. "I didn't know anyone was home and I-I didn't mean to be a bother. I shouldn't have-"

Ruth cut her off, looking appalled, "Nonsense, Emma! I told you that you were welcome anytime! This misunderstanding is my fault."

Emma looked back up to see Ruth's kind and understanding face, while Killian eyes were concerned, his face covered in curiosity. The girl had seemed like a force to be reckoned with when he first saw her, and now she looked so fragile and insecure.

"I just - I needed a first aid kit." She whispered.

Both Ruth and Killian began to move their eyes over her, looking for an injury, Killian being the first to find it on her arm.

"What happened to your arm?" He asked, his voice soft.

"Phil," She replied simply.

His head tilted in confusion, and his mouth opened to question her, but before he could say anything, Ruth was leading her into the kitchen to patch up her arm, muttering about how she could "kill that monster".

Killian was close by the entire time, listening intently as Emma described the encounter between herself and her foster father.

She often caught him clenching his fists or looking the other way, while Ruth was furious, insisting that Emma stay at there home for at least the rest of the week (since she refused to stay forever).

When her arm was all patched up, Killian came back up to her, looking nervous as he scratched the back of his neck, "Hey, I'm really sorry about that whole baseball bat incident earlier."

Emma was quick to reassure him, "It's fine! I would have done the same thing in your position."

He smiled, glad she held no hard feelings, "To be honest, there was no chance I would have used it anyway. I could never hurt a lass, especially one as beautiful as yourself."

Was she blushing or was this room just getting a lot hotter? She looked down, fiddling with her fingers, "That's nice of you to say, but-"

"Ems? Are you here?" David's voice drifted in through the front room.

"In here!" She called back.

David came around the corner, his face relieved when he saw she was okay. He began walking towards her, "I was so worried! My mom called and told me what happened!" He reached her then and wrapped her up in a tight hug.

Emma hugged him back, reassuring him that she was okay.

Killian stood off to the side watching the two, feeling quite envious of the moment they were sharing. There was no way they were dating was there? He wouldn't have broken up with Mary Margaret? Killian wasn't so sure of anything in his brother's life anymore. Jealousy burned in his chest and he knew that he really shouldn't want to fight his brother for this amazing girl he just met - but that seemed to be exactly what he wanted.

His fist clenched at his side, and his jaw hardened, only relaxing when David has let go of the beautiful blonde.

And by gods is she beautiful. Her hair is like sunshine, golden and full of life. Her eyes are a gleaming emerald, hidden behind years of pain and heartbreak. She's wearing black jeans and a maroon tank top, covered by a green army jacket and it's stunning. She's stunning.

Half an hour ago he might have told you that Milah was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. He'd tell you differently now. He had thought Milah was tough, but she just flirted with danger. She wanted trouble, searched for it, ached for it. This girl though, Emma, she had to be tough. The horrors of her past were marred on her body for all to see. Cigarette burns were dotted on her arms, barely visible, and he can faintly make out the outline of a bruise on her face, but covered well with make up. Not to mention her most recent injury. He wanted to know the story behind every scar and every bruise. He wanted to know her.

The group settled down in the living room, making small talk while the tv played in the background. Killian and Emma got along famously, enthralled in discussions about politics, books, movies, drinking games, and whatever else they could get their hands on. Sometimes Killian would tease Emma or flirt a bit, but he would nervously glance at David as he did so, still unaware of their current relationship status. It wasn't until Mary Margaret came in, kissed David, and the two left to go to dinner, that Killian released his full blown flirting, and Emma paid back in kind. They were all too captivated by each other.

Hours later, as their choice of movie ended, Emma was passed out on the couch, leaving Killian to his thoughts. David returned home a few minutes after. He sat down at the end of the couch, putting Emma's feet into his lap.

"How long she been asleep?" David asked.

Killian chuckled, his gaze falling back on the blonde. "Ten minutes in," He responded.

"Well, she's exhausted. Especially after the day she's had."

Killina knew he shouldn't pry, he should let Emma tell him these things himself, but he was too damn curious. As if he hadn't been completely taken with Emma Swan the moment he laid eyes on her, the past few hours of playful banter and deep discussions had sent his heart into overdrive.

"How long has she lived here?" He asked.

"Three months." David answered.

"Ah." Killian nodded, debating on if he should ask more. "How did you two become friends?"

A small smile appeared on David's face as he gazed down at his best friend, remembering the day she walked into the school, trying so hard to look brave, while her eyes let on to how frightened she was.

"She was new, lost looking for her first class. I remember she held her head up, her face strong and eyes fierce, trying to convince everyone that she was tough and not to be messed with. Trying to tell them that their whispers and stares didn't bother her. But I could see past that. She was scared. Her hands shook slightly, and her breaths were short and shallow, as though she were fighting off a panic attack. I stepped in and helped her get to class and asked her to sit with us at lunch."

"And the rest is history?" Killian finished for David, caught up in imagining what Emma must have looked like in the halls that day. And god, did Killian wish he was a year younger so that he could have been the one to see her walk into the halls. He could have walked her to class and sat with her at lunch and protected her from the whispers and stares. He -

"Not quite," David cut in, interrupting Killian's daydreams. "I found her crying at the end of the day. She said she wasn't used to having friends and she didn't want to be our charity case. I comforted her and convinced her that we really did like her. Then yes, the rest is history."

His gaze moved to Killian now, "She's my best friend."

Killian caught the intent behind the phrase, the warning that laid underneath the surface.

"Aye. I mean her no harm, Dave."

"I'm just warning you. Emma's not the kind of girl you can just love and leave. She needs someone who's going to stick around and be there for her. That's not really you now, is it?"

His tone was accusatory and sharp, leaving Killian to wonder what the hell he had done to make his brother think he wasn't to be trusted with Emma. It wasn't like he had played the field in high school. Sure, he had gone on a few dates, but nothing substantial had resulted from them, and her surely hadn't broken those girl's hearts. So why was Dave on his case then?

"What is that supposed to mean?" He bit back.

"I'm just saying, this is your first time home in five months. In three weeks, you'll disappear again, and then Emma won't see you till when, summer?"

"Are we talking about you or Emma here, Dave?"

David growled in frustration, running his fingers through his hair, a nervous habit both he and his brother shared. "I don't know, Killian! Maybe both!"

Killian sighed. He hated knowing he had disappointed David. He knew he should have come home more, but he had been so wrapped up in parties, freedom, and Milah…

"Look, Dave- "

"David?" Emma whispered groggily, having been woken up by the arguing brothers.

David shot Killian a look, wordlessly ending their argument before responding to Emma.

"Hey Ems," he whispered, his voice soft. "Why don't we move you upstairs?"

Emma pulled the blanket off herself and stood up, her hair was messy from her short nap, but Killian found it rather endearing.

Emma rolled her eyes, "I'm a big girl, David." She retorted. "I can get myself up the stairs and into bed."

David shook his head as she reached to give him a hug, telling him goodnight. She turned to Killian then, "It was nice to finally meet you, Killian. Thanks for hanging out with me tonight. Sorry I fell asleep."

Killian gave a light chuckle before responding, "No worries lass, you've had a long day. You know, with people threatening to beat you with baseball bats and all."

Emma's face broke out in a huge smile, one that threatened to incapacitate Killian where he stood.

"Oh right," she teased, "that lunatic."

The two laughed for a moment, before simply looking at each other, seeming to have a conversation with just their eyes. Both wanting to say more, but not knowing how. Fortunately, David was still in the room, and very uncomfortable with the scene he was witnessing. A gentle cough brought the two back to reality, a blush creeping up on both their faces.

"Yes, well, um… goodnight, Killian." Emma sputtered out before awkwardly turning on her heel and moving towards the stairs.

"Hey, Emma?" Killian called out, causing Emma to halt her steps on the stairs and lean over the railing to look out at him.

"Yeah?"

"It was really nice to meet you too." He breathed.

Emma smiled while David raised an eyebrow at his brother, questioning his decision to make him feel as uncomfortable as possible.

Killian seemed to noticed David's gaze and awkwardly looked down before choking out, "and uh, -" he cleared his throat, hoping to break the tension, "-goodnight, Emma."

Emma nodded her head before continuing her ascent up the stairs and disappearing from sight.

Killian nervously looked up at Dave, whose eyes were narrowed at him.

"You are so screwed." He whispered.

All Killian could do was smile before glancing up, wondering what kind of crazy, beautiful, hell Emma Swan might have just brought into his life.