A/N: Since a few months or so I'm watching OUAT and I immediately fell in love with it and its characters, as well as couples like Rumbelle and Snowing and later on Sleeping Warrior, Outlaw Queen and Captain Swan too. I feel most connected to the last pairing, so that's why I decided to write a fanfic about them. I've been working on it for weeks, and now I already have 7 chapters (50 A4-format pages)! So, that's why I thought I should post the first chapter, lol. The story takes place before the season 1 era, although I can't say how much time before. As crazy as it might sound, I haven't decided that part yet. Every chapter I start with a song to introduce you to the theme of that certain chapter. Also, I'm sorry if I make any typos, but English isn't my mother tongue, so. I hope you'll have fun reading this story!
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The first time ever I saw your face
I thought the sun rose in your eyes
And the moon and the stars
Were the gifts you gave
To the dark and the end of the skies
Roberta Flack – The First Time Ever I Saw your Face
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Emma looked at her watch. Then at the door. Hen back at her watch. Was he going to come? If he did, he would already be ten minutes too late… But it was- The sound of a man coughing next to her cut her thoughts off. Emma looked up. It wasn't him.
"Anything wrong?"
"No, I… Do you mind if I take that seat?"
The man pointed at the chair on the other side of the table, facing hers.
"What? No! I-I've got a date."
The man raised his eyebrows.
"A date, you say? I don't exactly see a date, or are you trying to tell me your date is a ghost?"
Emma rolled her eyes. This man. He… he looked creepy in that leather coat and all…
"Very funny. Could you please go away now?"
She smiled slightly to keep it polite.
"Why would I?"
"Because I don't want my date to see you… Whoever you may be."
The man laughed.
"What?!"
Emma scowled at him.
"He's not coming."
"What?!"
She said again, becoming even more angry.
"Tell me. How does he look like?"
He looked her in her eyes.
"You're asking me this, because…?"
Emma asked, expecting the man to answer.
"Just answer my question and you'll see, lass."
The man raised one brow charmingly.
Emma sighed. She had to answer. She was curious.
"Brown hair, glasses, probably wearing a red scarf-"
The man cut her off.
"Yeah, he's not coming."
"You know him?"
Emma frowned.
"No, I just saw a man –brown hair, glasses, red scarf- standing in front of this place, doubting if he should go in or not. Eventually he ran away."
Emma frowned even deeper.
"How do I know if you're telling the truth?"
"I just am. Oh, and he gave me this."
The man handed her a note. Emma looked in the man's eyes and used her superpower. He wasn't lying.
"Can I?"
The man pointed at the chair again.
Emma sighed.
"Sure."
She looked at the note, and just before she wanted to unwrap it, the man held out his hand. Emma looked at him, confused.
"What? We haven't properly introduced yet. I'm H-Killian Jones."
Emma grabbed his hand and shook it.
"Emma. Emma Swan."
"It's nice to meet you, Emma Swan."
Emma kept staring at the note. What was she afraid of? Technically he'd already dumped her anyway. Slowly she unwrapped the note and read it.
"Well, what does it say, love?"
Emma sighed.
"First of all, I'm not your 'love.' Secondly, you don't get to know."
Killian shook his head.
"You know, I could have not given it to you…"
Emma sighed again.
"Well, congratulations, aren't you the gentleman of the year…"
She looked down at the note and re-read the whole thing. Emma really tried not to cry, but she couldn't hold it back. One teardrop left her eye and slowly made its way down her face.
"Ay, mate, you okay?"
Emma swept the tear away.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'm fine."
"You don't really seem fine… Is it the note? Did your supposed-to-be date write something extremely inappropriate?"
Why does this stranger suddenly care so much? Why did he care at all? – Emma thought.
"Practically, yes. But in theory, he just.. rubbed the harsh truth into my face…"
She said and swept away another tear that had escaped.
"You don't really have to answer this, but… what truth?"
His polite way of asking persuaded her to tell him.
"That I'm an orphan and that I'm all alone and never going to find my family. That I'm always gonna stay alone. And he's right… Wait, that did sound kind like I'm having self-pity, right? Oh, gosh…"
"It may sound like that, but that doesn't matter… I'm on the same both as you."
"You're an orphan, too?"
"Not really… I just don't know where my parents are…"
She didn't know where it came from, but suddenly a million questions popped up into her mind. Why on earth was she interested in his story?
"So… err… where are you from?"
"Well, that depends on what you mean…"
Killian pointed quickly at Emma when he said 'you.'
"Don't challenge me. Just answer the damn question."
"Hey, hey, hold on there, this is a normal conversation, not some kind of interrogation."
Killian raised his eyebrows and shook his head.
Emma was never going to admit it, but she found his way of talking… sexy.
"Well, it could lead to that."
Killian looked confused.
"What do you mean?"
Suddenly a waitress appeared besides their table.
"What would you like to order?"
Emma face palmed herself in her mind. Of course. This was a restaurant.
"Spaghetti Bolognese and a white wine, please."
Killian laughed.
"What?"
"Such a cliché."
"What are you ordering then, Mr. Jones?"
Killian brightly smiled, like he was already proud of what he was going to say next.
"Rum and beefsteak. The biggest one you got."
The waitress nodded and walked away.
"Killian, that's a cliché. It's a bad guy cliché. That's what I tried to tell you. You think you're amazing and you act so cool, but that doesn't mean everybody else thinks like that about you. I just think you're hiding something."
Killian coughed.
"And why would you think that?"
"Because you won't tell me where you're from."
Emma crossed her arms.
"I didn't get the chance to. But you know what, my dear Emma, I-"
Emma interrupted him.
"Don't call me that."
Killian happily continued.
"-I'll tell you. I'm originally from a place far away, but now I'm travelling from place to place with my wonderful ship."
Emma laughed. Then she realized he was serious.
"Traveling? On a boat? On your own?"
Killian nodded.
"Aye, but it's a ship. Not a boat."
"But… don't you ever feel alone?"
Killian froze for a moment, but then he replied.
"No, of course not. I've got enough companionship with myself. I can't imagine another bunch of great, handsome people like me on my ship. It would be a mess."
"Sounds a lot like a-"
Emma started, but something got in her way.
The annoying thing for Killian was, he couldn't see what. She just stopped talking. Then everything made sense, because an enormous belch escaped her mouth. She, apparently, was trying to conceal it. Killian laughed.
Emma's head quickly turned red when she saw everybody was looking at her. She stood up, and wanted to walk away, but Killian was too fast and grabbed her hand before she could possibly move.
"Where do you think you're going, my lady?"
He saw pure anger and terror in her eyes.
"Let me go."
"Never in a million years. Our food isn't even served yet! And believe me, I can't really eat for two, so, sit down and ignore everyone around you and just look at my beautiful face."
Emma fake-smiled and sat back down.
"And why would I do that?"
"Because, love, clearly you want to. You sat back down. You can't resist my charming looks, can you?"
Killian said and raised an eyebrow.
"Maybe I'm just hungry."
Emma crossed her arms. She wanted to kill him. 'But you also want to kiss him' – a voice in her head whispered.
"If that's what you say… But we got to get our conversation going here, so, where are you from?"
Emma flinched. She'd been on many dates in her life, but none of these guys were actually interested in her story. They could talk hours about themselves, sports and their oh-so-great friends, but no one had ever asked where she was from.
"Anything wrong? Or do you have no idea where you come from? I'm pretty sure that isn't the case, since nobody just suddenly appears out of nowhere…"
"I… I was found somewhere in the woods when I was a baby… that's practically 'out of nowhere', don't ya think?"
She was shocked about herself suddenly opening up to this… well… stranger, although he didn't really seem like a stranger anymore to her.
"True. So where did you get to live after you were found?"
She still couldn't believe someone could be this interested in her.
"Basically everywhere. I went from foster home to foster home, and when I was old enough to live on my own, I moved here, to New York."
She looked around and saw people still staring at her. She sighed. She was so ashamed.
"Wow, that's- Hey, stop looking around you! I told you to stare at my beautiful face, remember?"
Emma laughed.
"Ah, screw you. You make me wanna puke."
"I don't believe that. You've been talking to me for half an hour and there hasn't anything come out of your mouth."
Killian determinedly said and smiled.
"Yet."
Emma said and saw that finally the waitress was returning with their food. She placed the plates on their table.
"Miss, why did it take so long?"
Killian asked and looked at the waitress intensely.
"Sorry, I-"
The waitress started, but Killian didn't let her finish.
"Emma here and I were starving. Tell your boss to lower your paychecks, darling. Farewell."
The waitress left with tears in her eyes.
While she thought it was rude, Emma somehow had to laugh.
"You didn't have to do that."
"I would do anything for you."
Killian said and Emma choked. He sounded dead serious. It scared her, but it also made her stomach flinch. Was she in love with this creep? She got giddy just when she was looking in Killian's eyes for more than two seconds, so yeah, probably.
"Good evening."
Emma shot up and saw a man in a suit sanding besides their table.
"Hello, Mr… Who are you?"
"I'm the owner of this beautiful restaurant and I'm here to tell there have been some complaining about the two of you, so-"
Killian cut him off.
"Is this about what I said to the waitress? Don't make me laugh…"
The owner scowled at him. Usually Emma would do the same thing, but somehow everything Killian said sound sexy and/or funny. She tried her very best to hold her laughter.
"For instance, yes. I'm only going to ask you this once: please leave the restaurant. If not, I will have to call the police."
The owner said and shrugged.
"I don't exactly know all the complains, but the blame is on me. I'd never been to a dressy restaurant like this before, so-"
Emma interrupted Killian.
"You haven't?"
"No. So please, I'll leave, if she gets to properly empty her plate. And perhaps mine too."
Emma rolled her eyes.
"You see me as a big eater? Really?"
"Not really. It's more like a challenge. I'll give you money for both the meals, but if you don't eat all of it-"
Emma interrupted him.
"I'll have to pay. Yeah yeah I get it but I'm not doing that."
"No, that's not what I meant… If not, you must take me to the best bar you know."
"This evening?"
"Aye."
"I can't, I have work tomorrow and-"
"Are you scared to get a little drunk?"
Emma sighed and wanted to speak, but the restaurant owner was faster.
"Hello, I am still here! Please, listen. I-"
Killian interrupted him.
"Oh, sorry sir, but I hadn't seen you, because I was staring through you at the door because I can't wait to leave. So, if you don't mind, I'll finish my conversation with Emma here."
"No, I do mind. You're leaving my restaurant, now!"
Killian didn't make a move and looked at Emma.
"Do we have a dea-ouch-ouch-eal?"
The owner grabbed Killian's ear and 'helped' him raise from his chair.
Emma smiled.
"Deal."
The owner of the restaurant didn't have patience anymore and dragged him out of the place. Then he came back.
"If I hear anything about you, I will-"
Emma interrupted.
"I understand, sir. Now, if you'll excuse me, I've got some eating to do."
The owner sighed. He wasn't satisfied, but he walked away. Emma looked at her spaghetti. Then at Killian's beefsteak. She smiled when she saw his promised money laying on top of it. He was a man of his word.
A/N: Review, pretty please!
