Hey guys ! :D
Here is my new story ! I'm sorry for BBE but things got complicated and I couldn't finish.
I'm deeply sorry.

So here is an AU I started for the "CaptainSwan AU Month" before the third season starts.
Hope you'll like it !

Disclaimer : The characters and dialogues aren't mine. Only the idea of the AU story.

CHAPTER 1

It was about six o'clock in the afternoon when Emma arrived at the airport. She made her way through the crowd of people to the check-in desk of her baggage. She had to weigh her luggage and show her passport. She told the woman there that she would keep her purse with her during the flight. So the woman put a sticker on it and gave her her ticket. Then, she moved to the main gate where she had to make her passport checked one more time before being in the "Duty-Free Shops" zone.

It was the first time in so many years that she was taking the plane... She was a bit nervous. She always had been when she had to fly. Or when she had to pass through metal detector gate. She didn't know why, she had nothing to hide, but she always had a doubt when she was about to cross it. And obviously, nothing had ever happened to her by now.
Still, she was nervousevery time.

Now, it was about seven because she had visited all the shops. There were so many : perfume shops, clothes shops,... even some sandwich stands. She hesitated to buy something to eat, in case she would be hungry during the flight. And here, she could hope the food to be cheaper than aboard the plane. Then she remembered that it was a night flight and she would land at 9 tomorrow morning, far away for America, far away from Boston.

She had dreamed of this journey for so long. She couldn't bear staying in America any longer before a while, because even if she loved her native country, it didn't feel like home. She couldn't explain it. So many horrible things had happened to her here and she wanted to escape, hoping that she would spend a happier life abroad. Even if her trip only lasted a week.

It was still an escape and she had to take it.

And she needed to see new landscapes, a new culture, a new "kind" of people with a quite different mentality. She could have tried Spain, or France, but her foreign language level was so bad that she couldn't hope to be understood there. That's why she had chosen that precise destination.

She shifted to the metal detector gate. Here she was. Come on, Emma, you can't be such wimp ! Nothing to hide, no problem. And there she put her purse in a tub and set her necklace, belt and other metal things in another. Then she passed through the gate. Nothing.

You see, nothing to fear.

She collected her stuff and headed toward the boarding gate. She knew she was early but she thought she could sit somewhere in the hall, keeping an eye on the boarding counter to be in the first ones to go into the plane. She didn't like to enter the plane when it was already full of people. Too sweltering.

She was shaking her ticket in her hands while sitting on plastic chair. She checked the hour on the huge clock on the wall : 7.30pm. And then her stare was directed toward the little piece of paper she was holding between her fingers.

Destination : Dublin, Ireland. She repeated the name of the city she was about to land – in few hours. Her escape. She was about to leave her overwhelming city – Boston – for one tiny week, and she could only look forward to it.
Seat : 24F. Oh God, yes. She would have the window seat. She had always love to have this seat, because she could see the plane going upward and upward until being flying above the clouds. And she could spend hours eyeing the sea of clouds. So peaceful, so incredible, so amazing.

Gladly, she had had the good idea to bring some books with her whose one in her purse, the others remaining in her luggage – which was now in the baggage compartment, she wondered. She started to read a heroic-fantasy book she had already read something like two hundreds of time but she couldn't get bored of it : Bilbo The Hobbit. She was so in awe before its autor. JRR Tolkien. What a man.

Now, she just had to wait for the airport staff to warn her when she could board.

Somewhere else in the airport, Killian Jones was making his way too. A charming smile ghosting on his lips, he greeted the customs when he walked through the metal detector door. No problem either. He then recuperate all the things he had kept with him for the flight : a backpack and his content. Headphones, tiny laptop, and a pillow in case if he wanted to sleep for a while during the travel. Because of the jetlag, it would be 9am when he would land at home and he didn't want to sleep all day whereas he could visit his family and tell them he was finally home after 1 month spent in America.

Tomorrow he would home. At last. In Ireland.

He had visited childhood friends, both americans but they used to live in Ireland and that's how they met. Victor Whale and Jefferson Hatter were and still are his best friends but he couldn't see them much. Lot of work for the three of them. So, he had taken 1 month to go to America, and they set their vacations at the same time ; this way they could spend a lot of time together and travel all around the country, visiting a lot of states.

He was happy for them because they both were so hardworkers and they really managed to do what they wanted to do. Now, Whale was a very skilled doctor and Jefferson was piercing his way in fashion : he was a stylist. Jefferson even was a dad. Grace. That's the name of his little girl. Killian had seen pictures of her before because Jefferson had sent them to him, but that had been the first time he had met her personnally. Grace had no mother though. Poor Jefferson's wife didn't survive her illness when Grace was about 2.

And that made Killian feel very close to Grace. Growing up without a mother.

The little girl had been very sad when he had announced he would leave soon, so Killian agreed to spend a lot of time together. She had confided him a lot of secrets, some that her father himself had no ideas about. Killian had promised he wouldn't tell Jefferson a thing. Grace had thanked him by a very strong hug – strong, related to her young age – and she had even drawn him something, so he wouldn't forget her.
Of course, he wouldn't forget her. She was a cutie. And a very sweet one.

Allowing his mind to come back on Earth, he realized he had sat when he was thinking about his whole journey here, in America. He really liked this place. He would come back, it was for sure. But not before a while. Whale, Jefferson and Grace had promised they would visit him in Dublin as soon as possible.

He lifted his body and his feet and stood, first in the queue, when one of the airport staff announced that the passengers of the flight to Dublin could board. He presented his passport and ticket to a woman, a beautiful-showing-teeth smile curling of his lips and she blushed – yeah, he had that kind of power on ladies – showing him he could walked forward. He crossed the corridor and entered the plane. 24E. He had the middle seat. With a bit of a luck, there would be no one seated at the window, so he could move. He checked the content of his backpack and told himself he would wait for the plane to up enough before turning on his laptop and listening to music. He sat down, his backpack cosed on his lap, and glanced at the other passengers coming into the plane.

A thin and smart shape caught his sight.

Emma was pull away from the Universe whe had created in her head while reading by an informatic-altered female voice, which was acquainting her that she now could board the plane. It was 8.15pm. She put the book in her purse, stood and then headed toward the counter. She was in the first of the queue. Good. She took out her passport and showed it to the check-in man.

He smile at her and lifted his right arm forward, wanting her to follow the direction his hand was pointing. She smiled back and walked, setting back her identity papers in her hand bag. She passed through a long corrider, leading to the plane's door. The crew welcomed her with weak smiles and she leaned toward a stewardess to show her her ticket. The woman nodded and invited her to seek for her seat, which should be in the back of the plane.

It wasn't a big plane. There wouldn't be a lot of passengers because it was a late flight and she wasn't travelling during the school vacations. She wasn't very fond of kids, after what had happened to her when she was younger.

She sought her seat. 20, 21, 22, 23, 24. Ah, there it is. She glanced at the window : night had already darkened the sky. She then noticed the man – gorgeous by the way – sitting in the middle seat, staring back at her, his blue eyes catching her green.

"Hey beautiful !" He said. Oh, great. A seducer. Useless to try, buddy, not interested. She didn't answered, so he restarted."Oh ! You've the seat at the window ?" As she nodded, he took his bakcpack in his hand and lifted, reaching the aisle to enable her the access to her seat. She smiled briefly at him, even though she didn't know if she had actually smiled or grimaced. Apparently, she did have grinned, because he smiled back at her. Oh God.

No wonder why he was being a seducer. He WAS seductive. Dark-hair, blue eyes, stubble – damn hot this thing -, mischievous smirk on the corner of his lips, never escaping them. From the edge of his plaid shirt, she could discern chest hair. She didn't think it was hot until now. Oh my God, Emma, what are you thinking about ? You've already seen good-looking men, this is one among the others. Oh, those blue eyes.

But that was not the point.

Indeed she could see that the man beside her wasn't just all bright : he had a dark side, deeply hidden under his charming shell. She could feel it.

And now, she could also feel his gaze on her, while she was peering his body from head to toes. Hmmm... act naturally Emma, you're just looking for the belt. That's why your head is bowed and your stare is directed downward. She grabbed her belt and try to act normally.

"See something you like, love ?" He asked innocently. She had been quite discrete – it was Emma after all – but not enough, apparently. Oh God, he is so confident. Emma never liked the kind of guys. They are aware of their handsomeness and they want to take advantage of it.

"Yeah," she paused, "I finally found the belt." She replied as innocently as he asked the embarrassing question. She smirked. He did the same. She was careful not to let her eyes meet his, because he had such an intent stare. Even if you don't want to, you can be sure you're gonna blush if your eyes cross the way of his.

She put her purse under the seat in front of her, as the stewards walked through the aisle to warn people to turn their phones and electric stuff off during the take-off. Then she repositionate herself in her seat, which made the stranger grin "Nervous, aren't you, love ?" It seems that he liked to use love as a surname, but she didn't quite like it.

"I'm not your love, mister-O'so-confident." She spat out, rolling her eyes and then frowning her brows when she realized that the name she had given him had made him chuckle. "And no, I'm not nervous. It has just been a while this I have take the plane."

"Have you ever been in Ireland, miss " He started. Visibly, he wanted to add her name at the end of the question, but he remembered she hadn't given it to him. "Well... What's your name miss ?" He finally asked.

"Swan." She retorted. She didn't wanted to give her first name to that stranger, she didn't know anything about him and he was trying to use his charms on her. He could be a stalker.

"Don't you have a first name that matches this beautiful Swan name ?" He cocked an eyebrow as he questionned her, a smirk ghosting on his lips. She rolled her eyes and then turned her gaze toward his.

"Maybe. But I'm not giving it to you." She answered. "What's yours ?"

"So, you don't want to give me your entire name but I should ?" As she nodded, his smirk came bigger, almost ear-to-ear."Well, as I am gentleman... As milady commands." He lifted his hand and approached it from hers, as if he wanted to do a handshake. "The name's Jones. Killian Jones. Nice to meet you, miss Swan."

She weakly muttered. "Nice to meet you too, Killian Jones." But she didn't smile, only grimaced. As his stare became to intent for her to handle, she turned her head toward the window. She hadn't notice that the plane had taken-off. Wow. How is this even possible ?

She stared at the earth and sky outside. At night, all the lights from the civilization where turned on and it was beautiful, magical. It was like a thousand of stars in the sky – except that it was actually lights... on earth – as a mirror of the true ones, shining high in the heaven. Never moving her head back to him, she could still feel somehow his gaze directed toward her. Another good reason to keep watching amazed the dark of the night outside. After maybe half and hour, she couldn't see anymore any light. Only darkness. They were now upon the Atlantic Ocean.

And that's when she remembered where she was heading. She moved, putting her back comfortably in the seat, closing her eyes and smiling. Ireland, get ready, I'm coming for a week. She remembered his question. Have you ever been in Ireland, miss... ? "No." She said out loud.

He was now seeking something in his backpack and at the sound of her voice, he understood she was talking to him, so he lifted his head and looked at her. "Sorry, lass ?" He asked.

"I hadn't answered your question yet. So, no, I have never been in Ireland." She finally finished. "But given your accent, you certainly have." He smiled at her, and she tried to smile back at him with a brief one, before she restarted. "How is it ?"
"Wet." He replied, the same bright smile – not the mischievous smirk he could wear when he was making innuendos – showing his amazing teeth. "And green. And beautiful." He was staring straight into her eyes and he could see how interested she was. "It's home."

Hearing this word, Emma felt sick. That irish bastard – that she barely knew, but she was sure he was a bastard judging by his confidence – had a home whereas she didn't have one. Some luck o' the Irish, she thought. As she had been alone, fighting for her sake most of her life, she had somehow developped a kind of selfishness, of envy about people having a home.

He seemed to understand the meaning of the look Emma was giving him without noticing she was because he asked "Don't you have a home, Swan ?" He really was into asking embarrassing question. And giving pet names. "No loved ones ?" As she didn't answered or even shake or nod her head, he paused, aware that his next question could incommode her. "Have you ever been in love ?"

"Oh no no no, Jones. I am not telling you about my love life. Or about my life at all." She hissed, the anger she felt for him growing stronger and stronger in her stomach. Why was he harassing her with these annoying questions ? Bastard.

"Alright, alright, lass. Didn't want to push you." He apologized.

"Well, you failed." Emma frowned her brows and turned again her head toward the window. Both of them remained silent for a couple of minutes. Then Killian lifted on his feet. "I gonna have some coffee. Do you want something, lass ?"

"No." She retorted, still angry.

"Oh come on, lass. I'll choose you something." He finally said and walked away. She felt relieved now that he was gone. Why was he acting this way ? Were all the Irish the same ? Oh, God, please no. She didn't need seducers talking to her during her whole trip. But some people had told her that the Irish were very friendly and generous. And that bastard was friendly and generous too. After all, he was buying her coffee, in the plane. Which must be very expensive.

Or maybe it was just some part of his "seducing plan". If it was, he was really annoying. And if it wasn't, well, he maybe wasn't such a bastard. Such. Maybe he could have something else than a pretty face. She leaned down to grab her purse, took her book out of it, and started to read.

Killian walked toward the rear of the plane, where the stewardesses were selling coffees and other hot drinks. He looked back where Emma was sat and he felt a bit sad. Why are you sad, mate ? She is defensive, you're extrovert and love to talk with the pretty women. You asked the wrong question. That's all. You'll just have to say something else to her, to catch up your failure.

Or maybe not. Don't talk. You're going to make the things worse.

When it was his turn to choose his drink, he said. "A coffee with milk please." Then he pondered. What could he buy for her ? Hot chocolate, everyone loves hot chocolate. And... and... Oh ! "And I'll also have a hot chocolate with cream and cinnamon please." He had chosen the most expensive but he was sure she would like it, he didn't know why.

"Cheers." He thanked the stewardess and winked at her – her cheeks turned red, as they always did on every woman, except a few – before going back to his seat. On his way, he remembered smiling to the Swan girl as he just did with the stewardess, but she didn't flushed. What a tough lass.

"Here you go." He leaned his right hand toward her as he sat. "I bought you a hot chocolat with cream and cinnamon. He thought you might like it." He grinned simply at her as she took it, her mouth turning into a true smile.

"Oh... Thank you." She replied, smiling but innerly puzzled. What the hell ? How did he know ? Hot chocolate with cream and cinnamon... her favorite. Luck o'the irish, once again. "How much do I owe you for the drink ?"

"Nothing, lass. My pleasure." He paused. "And a way to apologize for the embarrassing question I asked few minutes ago." He then started to drink his own coffee, having brief sips. "Hot." He murmured as he saw she was staring at him. "You don't like the chocolate, do you ?" He asked because she had started to drink.

She looked down at the cup in her hands."Oh yes, I do like the chocolate. Actually... it's my favorite." She said as she raised her gaze to meet his. "Thanks again." She ran one of her finger through the white cream and put it in her mouth to lick.

"Lass, don't do that while you're looking at me." He started laughing.

"Oh. My. God. You didn't just tell me that." She hissed, shocked. "How ?... Can you do something else apart from saying all those innuendos ? Oh my God, I can't believe you said that."

"Are you feeling uncomfortable, Swan ?" He managed to say with a chuckle.

"You sound like a hooker." She said, turned between disgust and – oddly – the urge to laugh. What was wrong with her ? He was still putting innuendos in the conversation, a thing that she hated, but there, she almost wanted to laugh.

"Oh dear, you unmasked me !" He said, and that's when she let a giggle escape her mouth. Oh no. Fuck. He had made her laugh... When he heard it, he seemed so proud that his smile spread even bigger on his face. She rolled her eyes.

"So lass, what are you going to Ireland ?"

"I wanted to get out of America for a bit of a while, just to breathe another air, you know. As much as I love America and Boston, I think it can become quite stressful. And I need to find inspiration elsewhere for my new project." Okay. Now that she had told me that, she could be sure he was going to ask about the project.

"What project ?"

Bingo.

"Hum... I... I'm a writer and I just finished my last book, so I wanted to go to Ireland and maybe find the inspiration about Celtic culture which I have always found so damn interesting." She explained, and she could have kept talking for hours about her writing and her future projects if she hadn't stop herself to reveal such a big part of her life to the Jones guy.

"Oh ! A writer. Interesting. And you love the Celtic culture ? Well, welcome to Ireland, lass ! There are loads of place I could tell you to visit if you want me to." It was a statement, she could hear it in his tone. He was going to tell her which part of the country she had to visit to improve her knowledge of the Celtic culture.

"Well, thank you, it would be great." She was glad he hadn't ask her the question she feared by so far. Why are you a writer ? She never wanted to answer this question, and she was sure she never will. No way.

"Swan," He started. "why did you want to be a writer ?" As he saw her face turning white and her jaw dropping, he keep talking. "Oh okay. Nevermind. My apologies. Wrong question." He sadly smile at her after that and hesitated to ask something else. He had really made the things worse. For the love of God, stop talking you dumb.

They finished silently their drinks and Killian took out his headphones and his laptop : time to watch a good movie. He didn't want to make the situation even worse, because he didn't like to hurt a woman. Make her embarrassed because of his innuendos could make him smile, but hurting was something he felt really sorry for. "Do you want to watch something ?" He questioned her, his right hand holding one of the headphones and offering it to her.

"No, thank you, I think I'm going to sleep for a while instead. We're going to land in something like 4 hours and I'd like not to be a zombie tomorrow." She retorted. Her gaze followed his hands as they dug into his backpack and took out a pillow. He silently invited her to take it to sleep. "Are you serious ?" He nodded with a smile. "Well... Thank you... I guess."

She took the pillow in her hands and put it behind her head, in the kind of corner between the wall of the plane and her seat. Damn, it was soft. How confortable. She moved the back of her head against it to find the perfect place to sleep well. He eyed her as she positionated herself in the seat too. Then, she closed her eyes and started to open her mouth to say something but he interrupted her.

"Yeah, I'll wake you up before we start to fly down. Don't worry, lass." No innuendo, no mischievous tone in his voice when he pronounced those words. This man could be full a surprise when he wanted to. She smiled. "Thank you. Again."

"You seem to really be into it, aren't you ?"

"Into what ?" She opened her eyes. Were his innuendos back ? God please, no.

"Thanking me." He winked at her and she rolled her eyes. So confident. Then she closed them one more time and the pace of her heartbeat fell at the same time she was diving into the dreaming state.

He looked at her face for a while. She seemed a lot more peaceful when she was asleep. And the way she had to avoid answering the question... She didn't seem happy to him, even she was very good at hiding all her pain. She got used to displaying this pretty happy face at everybody she knew but - he couldn't explain why - he could see through her mask.

He then turned back to his laptop, set on his lap. He put his headphones in his ears and he push the "play" button of the computer. Four hours. I didn't feel like sleeping for the next hours... So maybe he would actually sleep at home when he comes back. Or maybe he wouldn't sleep at all until next night.

When the credits at the end of the movie appeared, he turned off his laptop. Four hours of movie for the long version. The third "Lord of the Rings" really was one of his favorite books. And his author, the infamous Tolkien, was someone he had always considered like one of the Gods of litterature. He placed his laptop back into his bag and turned toward the blonde, still asleep.

"Lass, wake up, we're not far from Dublin aiport now, we will start to land soon. Wake up." He explained to the sleeping beauty beside him, shaking her left shoulder with his hand softly. She moaned as she came back to the real world.

"Hello sunshine !" He exclaim, his lips curling into a smirk.

"Huuummm...Already ?" He didn't have to answer, it was a rhetoric question. She took his pillow in her hand and give it back to him, thanking him once again. He didn't say anything about the fact that she was thanking him once again.

None of them talked during the land of the plane in Dublin airport. It was about 9 o'clock in the morning and the sun was shining – for now. They let the others passengers get down from the plane : they were not in a hurry. And then, Killian lifted up and moved to the aisle. This way, she could leave her seat and get down from the plane. She greeted the crew and she started to walk and didn't wait for Killian. Why should she ? He had been the passenger sat next to her, noting more. Now, she had to focus on leaving the aiport and reaching the center of the city, where her host family lived.

Yes, because Emma knew she wouldn't have enough money to get a hotel room, so she sought on a website a family that would agree to welcome her for the week, in exchange of a bit of money, but not that much. Emma only had to pay for her own food during the stay. It was a good deal. She kept walking till she reached the queue where she would have to show for the last time her passport before having her baggage back.

A smile ghosted on her lips as she read the backboards above her head. It was written in English and in Gaelic. She was in Ireland. She breathed heavily. She hadn't left her native country since... since ever. The only times she had taken the plane where to travel through the USA, when the families that had adopted her where sending her back to the orphanage.

But she wouldn't think about it.

"Swan !" A familiar male voice, with a strong irish accent came to her ears.

Oh God, not him.

"So now, you're a stalker ?" She hissed. Why was he following her ?

"Wow, calm down, princess !" She said, his hands rised before him as a shield. But there was something in one of them. "I thought you might need this to cross the customs, you know." He leaned his left hand forward, and offered her her own purse. Her jaw dropped as she blinked. How could she have forgotten it ?

"Well... than-" She started, but he interrupted.

"Yes, yes, thank you, I know. You told me that a lot in the plane." He winked, a smile on his lips, as usual. "Anyway, you're very welcome."

They moved with the pace of the queue, not talking to each other. Then it was time for Emma to go to show her passport. What she did.

She was now in the area where she could have her luggage back. She looked for the conveyor belt where the baggages from Boston were. After a while, she found her luggage. She saw Killian a bit further finding his own. When she analyzed her bag, she noticed that there was a hole because some of the seams had been torn apart. "Oh great." She hissed, angry as hell.

"What's the problem, love ?" Killian had approached her when he had heard her curse.

"The problem is that you're calling me love, and I don't like it. At all. Okay ? So now, you can go. Thanks for the flight, you were very, very curious about my personnal life and you did a lot of mistakes like wanting to talk about my past. Now, please, just go." She lifted her head toward his. "Farewell." She whispered.

He didn't talk. He was too puzzled by what had just happened. Wow. He did really fucked up with this woman he barely knew. The other women he was talking were all too red-faced and they giggle at everything he said, but this one seemed to resist him. "Look, Swan, I'm sorry if I've hurt you I didn't intend to. Just, do you need some help finding your way home ? I'll leave you alone after that. What is it ?" He had just noticed the hole in her bag.

"It's nothing. Everything is fine." She said, but he could feel she wasn't angry anymore. Why the hell wasn't her still angry ? Her head had to be such a mess.

"No, it's not. Let me help." He leaned forward and took her luggage by the handgrip.

"So now, you're gonna be a gentleman ?" She cocked her eyebrows, a smirk in the corner of her mouth.

"I'm always a gentleman !" He stated, trying to seem offended by what she had just said. "Where are you going ?"

"Actually, I have to go to Dublin center, and then I'll find my host family there." She explained.

"Oh, I'm going to Dublin center too. Someone to meet in Temple Bar." He smiled at her, and she smiled back. She really was no longer angry. Maybe she just needed to shout at someone to feel relieved ? Hehoped so. Why did he hope such a thing ? He had just met her. Wow. His head was a mess too.

They left the airport – located in the North of the Irish capital - and they took the bus heading toward Dublin center. They didn't talk to each other a lot. Killian told her the name of the monuments they saw and sometimes he advised her some restaurants or shops. When the bus finally stop where they were getting down, Emma thanked him – yes, once more, yes – which made them both chuckle.

Even her didn't understand why she was angry with him and why she shouted at him in front of everyone in the airport. She just felt she had to. But why ? Maybe because she barely knew him and he barely knew her but he had been alreadly asking some intimate question she didn't want to answer. Maybe. Yeah, that had to be why.

He was still carrying her luggage, till they arrived to place where she had tell him to let her. "We are in Nassau Street. Here are a lot of bus stops, so if you want to go from the suburbs to Dublin center, it's where you go. Or you can take the Dart – the intercity train – at Pearse station which is a bit further in that direction" He pointed her where Pearse station was."And here is Trinity College, the marvel of Irish higher Education."

She nodded everytime he indicated her a place. She didn't want to thank him once more, because she already felt as if she had told him "thanks" more than she already had in her whole life with anybody else. And she hated to say that word, because she felt in debt. Like if she depended of someone.

"And this way, it's Temple Bar, you know." He finished to indicate her the places. She thanked him for the last time – she hoped – and he dropped her baggage next to her before turning his back to her and starting to walk toward Temple Bar.

She wondered if he had missed the Irish beer so much that he was already going to get drunk with some fellows of his, or if it was for another reason. She would never know anyway.

Not that she wanted to.

When he was about 20 or 25 meters far from her, he looked at her and exclaimed. "By the way, Swan, as I will never see you again, could you tell me your first name, please ?"

She sighed and then smiled. She had hoped he would forget to ask her. Apparently, he didn't. She stared at him, her green eyes meeting his blue ones. "It's Emma." She paused. "Emma Swan."

So... here we go !

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