I was trying to update some of my others multi-chapter fic, but this idea wouldn't leave me alone so I just had to write it. It's not the most orignal idea, and it's probably already had been done. And I already wrote a roommate fic (Something Good) and a childhood fic (Never Let Me Go), but I just couldn't help myself.

Thanks to Nicki ( oncertwice ), for being amazing and accepting to beta yet again another of my stories!

This will only be 3 parts, since I don't want to get myself into another long story

She has been turning around in her bed for the past hour, cursing at herself for being awake this early. It was Saturday morning for crying out loud, she should be sleeping until noon. Emma had no such luck since her circadian rythym apparently decided that the second the light seeped through her curtains it was time to wake up.

She heard some noise coming out from the living room, a couple of minutes followed by the sound of the television being turned on. Probably her insomniac roommate tired of turning around in his bed without being able to sleep. Turning her head to the side she looked at her alarm clock, and saw that it was almost seven in the morning. Deciding that she couldn't stay in bed anymore, since she couldn't find a comfortable position to lie on, she got up, and grabbed her robe that was hanging on the back of her desk chair. Slipping her cold feets into her slippers and left the warmth of her room, and walked into the cold air of her appartment and walked towards the living room to join her roommate.

Killian was slouched on the two place couch, wearing only his boxers and his usual used Nirvana shirt with the yellow smiley face. He had one bare foot on the cold wood floor, and the other was streched out on the couch. His hair was tussled, and his eyes were half open, as they were fixed on the television, watching some cartoons. Emma walked over him and nudge his leg with her knee so he would give her some space. He lifted his leg long enough so she could sit and dropped it on her lap the moment she settled herself.

"Are you really watching Spider-Man?" She asked him as crossed her arms in front of her chest, burying her hands in the fabric.

"There's nothing else on TV, and you know how much I love Spider-Man." He replied as he teased her as he lifted his feet pushing her lightly on the shoulder.

"Stop it!" She scolded him as she pushed his feet away from her face, earning her a deep laugh from him. His feet regained it's place on her lap as they both moved their gaze back on the cartoon.

Emma turned her head around and noticed the lack of clothes he was wearing, which wasn't surprising. Since she had known him, meaning since they were only babies, he always dressed lightly. He rarely felt cold, his body always suprisingly warm, making him very rarely cold. Her on the other hand, was the complete opposite, she was always cold, adding layers of sweaters constantly. When they left each of their home to to college they both agreed on moving in together, since they knew each other better than anyone else, and knew that they were the only company they could tolerate as roommate.

Their first altercation as roommates happened during their first winter. Killian constantly turning the heating system down, and she would always be so cold that she would turn way up. The situation ended in a big argument since they both didn't agreed on the temparature. They finally came to an arrangement, keeping the common space at a average temperature, resulting in Emma only wearing a light sweater, and Killian being comfortable with a T-shirt.

"Did you manage to sleep at all?" She asked. Killian sighed deeply and shrugged.

"Not really. I went to bed exhausted but I just couldn't manage to sleep more than two hours."

"You should really go see a doctor about that. You know there are…" She stopped mid-sentence when she met his gaze, the one that said to leave the subject alone. They had gone over that matter over and over, and Killian was clearly annoyed by it.

"Fine." She shrugged as she turned her attention back to Peter Parker. "It's a wonder how you can't manage to sleep with the amount of girls you bring back every week."

Killian chuckle at her commentary and they both fell in a confortabke silence. Two episodes later, and a cup of coffee for him and cup of hot cocoa for her in heir system, the door of his bedroom creaked, and tall red haired girl wearing her clothes from the previous night she supposed, appeared in the living room.

She faltered her steps when she saw Emma, her eyes widening and mouth parting slightly. Judging by the girl's surprise look, Killian must have omited to tell her that he had a girl as a roommate, knowing that he mostly did it to make the girls leave faster in the morning if they saw her.

Killian lifted himself up and went to join her in the middle of the room.

"Hey Sofia." He simply greeted as he smiled at her. "Did you sleep well?"

The girl shifted uncomfortable and kept glancing at Emma. "Uh yeah, I did. Look I'm gonna go. Thanks for last night, I had a great time" She smiled at him, her hand grazing his arm.

"Aye, me too." He asked her, making Emma roll her eyes. She knew that Killian was being kind and polite, but she knew him better than anyone.

Despite having spent the night with the girl, she knew he wanted her to leave so he could go back to his usual routine. He always slept around, a different girl every night (well not every night, most nights). But he didn't like to spend time with them the next morning. Since they were kids they were inseperable, and as they grew up, Killian made sure that she never came second. She tried to do the same, earning a lot of disapproving looks and discussion from her former boyfriend, Jefferson. He eventually got fed up of her relationship with her childhood friend and broke things off with her.

KIllian accompanied her to the door, and came back to join her a moment later as he stood in front of her, blocking the view she had from the TV.

"So, want to go out and eat some breakfast?" Killian chirped.

-/-

It was horrible day. The day started badly, as she woke up and banged her foot at the bottom of her bed, making the loud curse that came out her mouth, he first words she said that day, and certainly wasn't the last. The weather wasn't in her favor as it was grey and raining a lot, and since she was late for work, she completely forgot to bring her umbrella. She missed her bus, and as she waited for the next one, a car passed by and sprayed her with dirty water. The rest of her day went by in that direction.

She arrived later than usual in the evening, her socks still moist from the morning, her hair a mess, and a grumpy frown on her face. Emma tried to find her keys in her purse, which proved to be a challenge, since the universe wasn't cooperating. She managed to enter her appartment and tripped on Killian's shoes that were blocking the entrance, making her curse, again. Hurried footsteps came out from the kitchen, as her roommate made himself appear.

"Emma? Are you okay?" He asked with a worried frown.

"Why on earth are your shoes doing in front of the door?" Emma blurted out as she tried to take her coat off without ripping it off her back. He knew better than to answer her, having witnessed those sudden burst of anger every once and awhile.

"Bad day?" He asked as he came to help get her arm out of her sleeve.

"Not just bad, horrible. It was horrible, awful, infuriating day. Nothing seemed to work for me and I just kept getting angry." The moment she was free of her coat, she took off her shoes, and wanted to cry when her moist socks touched the floor. She sighed heavily with a pout on her face.

"Hey, look your day is over. You're home now. Why don't you take a bath, and relax, and I'll make us something to eat. What do you say?" Both of his hands were on each side of her arms, his head levelling with hers, as she tried to comfort her.

"Okay." She murmured defeatedly as she let him lead her towards the bathroom.

She closed the door, and disrobed herself while the hot water was filling the tub. She grabbed her make-up remover and cleaned her face with the humid cloth, and threw it into the trash can when she finished.

She dipped her toes to test the temperature of the water before immersing the rest of her body in it. Her eyes instantly closed when she felt the hot water relaxing her muscles as she tried to leave this day behind her. She doesn't know how long she stayed in the water, probably a long time since her fingers were wrinkled by the water.

Her stomach started to growl and, reluctantly, she got up from the tub and let it drain before she went to grab her towel and dry herself. She tied the towel securely around her chest and taking her dirty clothes in her hands before leaving the bathroom. After she changed into her yoga pants. a huge, warm sweater, and her big socks, she went to join Killian in the kitchen.

"Mmm, it smells good. What are you making?" Emma went to nosed around the oven trying to take a look of the food. Killian was at the sink cleaning the dishes he used to make the food. He turned his head and glanced at her with smile.

"Your favorite: pizza."

Her eyes widened and shined with excitement, her smile so wide he was convinced she would pull a muscle.

She went to stand behind him and hugged him as he finished his task. Emma felt the awfulness of her day leave her. Since they were kids, Killian always knew how to comfort her.

Whenever she fell and scratched her knee he was there. Whenever bullies tried to intimidate her, he was there defending her honour. Whenever she was sad because she got in a fight with her parents. Whenever she was heartbroken over some guy.

He was the only constant and reassuring thing in her life, and she knew that her life would be empty without him.

-/-

It was the third bottle of wine they were opening the night, and they still had two more to go. Emma decided to invite the girls over for a girls' night-in while Killian went out with the guys.

They were all sitting in the living room, Ruby and Tink sitting comfortably on the couch, Regina sitting alone in the armchair, and Mary Margaret and Emma sitting indian style on the floor. Music was in the background as the girls catched up on each other's lives. She had met Mary Margaret and Ruby in high school, as they skipped together gym classes and went to drink hot cocoa at the nearest coffee shop instead. She met the the Tink during her first year of college, and met Regina through her.

Over the past couple of years, the five of them became close friends and every month they tried to have a girls' night in, since they were busy with work and well, life. Each month they went to one of their apartments, alternating turns. This month it was Emma's.

"So, how are things with Killian?" Mary Margaret asked her as she leaned closer, while the others kept talking about Ruby's newest conquest.

"Good, as always." She answered as she took a sip of her wine.

"Does he still bring a different girl home every night?"

"It's not every night, but, yeah, he does."

"It doesn't bother you?" The brunette inquired. Emma shrugged with her glass still in hand, her mouth curving downwards.

"No, not really. I mean, he gets home with his conquest late at night, when I'm already sleeping, and they never stay late in the morning. So I mostly don't get to interact with them."

"Well, I guess that helps." Mary Margaret replied as she took her glass that was resting on the coffee table in front them.

"What helps?" Asked Ruby as she caught the last part of their conversation, attracting the attention of the two other girls.

"Nothing." Emma tried to deflect, not wanting to make this discussion a big deal.

"Is it about Killian and his girls?" Asked the blonde. She sighed in defeat, knowing where this discussion would lead, in the same direction as it always go.

"Yeah."

"Seriously, I don't know how you do it, if I was living with a guy that I had thing for, and I see him with a different girl every night I would go insanely jealous." Added Tink, as the others hummed in agreement.

"Wait. What? I don't have a thing for Killian. He's my friend and that's all." She looked at the girls with an incredulous expression. They all gave her the same look, the one that said, 'yeah right'.

"You believe that lie you tell yourself? Because, let me tell you, you two are blind. He's clearly into you, and you are into him. You two make eyes at each other everytime you're in the same room." All heads turned to Regina, since it was the first time she had really spoken that night.

"We don't make eyes!" Emma replied, a bit outraged.

Did they?

"Oh, please, Emma. Don't tell me you never noticed. He's clearly using these girls to release some tension. Why do you think he doesn't keep them around and only spends time with you. He has a thing for you." Ruby added.

She looked at her friends confused with the news. She reasoned that her friends were talking nonsense, since they had quite much to drink. She managed to change the subject from Killian to Regina's new boyfriend, Robin.

After the girls left, Emma rinse the empty bottles, and went to wash her teeth before heading to her room. She put on her pyjama and went to bury herself under the covers as she kept her eyes fixed on the ceiling, ruminating over what her friends told her about Killian.

As if on cue, the front door opened, followed by the sound of the lock being put in place. The footsteps made it's way to her room, three small knocks making itself resonated on her door, a head peeked out behind the door.

"Hey, are you sleeping?" Killian murmured as he opened the door a bit more.

"Not yet." He let himself in and went to lay beside her, on top of the covers. His arms snaked around her neck as he pulled her close to him, and inhaled deeply as he nuzzled her hair. Emma felt herself relax in his arms, as she felt the first signs of sleep making itself known. The last thought on her mind was that maybe her friends were right.

She may like him as more than a friend.