Maybe Someday
Summary: Killian Jones has returned home to Storybrooke, for the first time since he left for college. He claims he's simply in town for his best friend's upcoming wedding. But really, could it have to do with the maid of honour - one Emma Swan? The girl he's crushed out on since high school. And the one girl that's always despised him to no end. AU (no magic/fairytales)
Disclaimer: I own none of these characters unfortunately.
A/N: So, I know you'll hate me for all the lack of updates on my WIP's. I honestly wouldn't blame you. Writing is hard when your muse fails all your current stories. What I have found with myself though is that letting my muse go where it wants, even if that means a new story and WIP like this one, it eventually comes round full circle and helps me flesh out more on the stories that I already have going on. So don't see me starting a new fic such as this to mean that I have given up on old fics. Just know that letting me play about with new and different stories here and there, helps me to go back and add to my older ones. I hope you enjoy this little storyline that popped in my head. It won't be too long, I figure less than ten chapters. Hope you guys enjoy!
Prologue
Killian Jones pulled up at the bar. Turning off the engine to his bike, he sat there a moment just to soak it all in.
It had been years since he'd been back here.
Here being Storybrooke, Maine. His roots were firmly planted within these streets. His childhood spent in the kitschy little town, his adolescence and coming of age all set in the rhythm of the quaint area. Storybrooke itself hadn't really changed all that much. Not that he'd expected it to. It's one thing he'd always come to rely on, that no matter how much time went by this place was still the same quirky, charming little town it had always been.
When he was younger he'd always wanted to get out. Couldn't wait until the day he could step out of the little town in Maine and explore all else that was out there. Ironically, when he was finally given the chance to leave, he was surprised to find himself getting homesick more often than not.
Smiling softly to himself, he hopped off and made his way to the door, tightening his coat around his shoulders to protect himself from the cold. Maine weather certainly wasn't one thing he missed, that was for sure.
Opening the door to the Rabbit Hole, he could already here the sounds of laughter, drunkenness and general loud-mouthed talk. He was aware he caught a few eyes; some remembering who he was, others mostly women who were just taking in the mysterious new stranger that'd walked in. Scanning the room he saw the man he wanted, sitting at the counter not noticing that he was being zeroed in on that very moment.
In fact David had been happily conversing with Gus the bartender about his recent hernia (of all the things to discuss) that he didn't notice the person at his back until he felt a thump on his shoulder.
"Still trying to flirt your way to a free drink mate?"
The shocked look on his friend's face was comical enough to tempt Killian in pulling out his phone to snap a picture.
"Killian?"
David's shocked look suddenly gave way to a huge roar of laughter, and Killian found himself on the end of a huge bear hug that was altogether more of a friendly reception than expected. Though he guessed his old mate was probably a little too buzzed to notice.
"What the hell are you doing here?"
"What? My mate's getting married and you thought I'd miss it?"
"The wedding's not for a couple of months Killian"
"So? I thought I'd come a little earlier...see the old joint." He spared a fond look for their surroundings. "Not to mention I have yet to meet the future Mrs Nolan, and spend sufficient time with the lads – haven't seen them for a while" he shrugged indifferently but David could see straight through it all. He may not have seen Killian in a good couple of years, but he'd been his best friend since they were kids. He knew exactly when he wasn't being completely upfront.
"Right, and there's no other reason you suddenly felt the need to rush right over"
"What else would there be mate; you saying you're not enough?" he winked before ordering a drink from Gus. David just laughed at his friend's antics. Killian had always been that way, carefree, confident and judging by the stares he was drawing around the place, still as lucky with the ladies as ever.
David had felt his friend's missing presence these past couple of years. After high school, Killian had moved back to Ireland with his family during college, while David only went as far as Boston. The continental difference took its toll on the friendship slightly. They had lost touch a while back, only sending a postcard or a text here and there. Then out of the blue Killian had texted him to say he was coming to Boston a month back and both David and their old mate Robin went down to meet him.
It may have been years but that one night proved that neither time nor distance could break solid friendships. It was just like how it had been back when they were growing up. The inside joked, the easy laughter, the playful banter. They fell back into their old groove seamlessly and managed to finally catch up on their lives.
It was then that David told Killian of his engagement and his mate had congratulated him profusely. Only then to spit his drink out when David informed him the wife-to-be was Mary Margaret Blanchard. It was surprising to say the least considering they had all gone to high school with the lady in question and neither Mary Margaret nor David had spoken to each other once throughout their entire time there.
Once over the shock David had told him to be there on the wedding. He and Mary Margaret had yet to send out invites, but he knew he wanted Killian there, and his fiancee wouldn't object.
Since then all three men had made much more vested attempts in staying in touch.
Though David still had no idea that Killian was going to show up out of the blue like this, he was more than happy to have his friend back where he belonged.
"So where is the future Mrs David then. Or have you already driven her off?"
"She's around here somewhere. She went off to dance for a bit"
He stated it casually but was watching his friend's demeanour like a hawk. To any other person Killian Jones would seem completely calm, cool and collected. Barely taking note on what was said or going on around him. But David knew him. His hand that wasn't holding a drink was drumming restlessly on the bar top. His eyes, though they seemed focused on David, were flitting off around the room every couple of seconds. And he was kidding himself if he didn't think David knew why.
"Jones! About time you got your ass down here"
Robin came over and the pair clapped each other on the back.
"Gotta admit, wasn't expecting to see you until the big day"
"Glad I can still surprise you"
"Here come on, grab your drinks and join us at the table. There's a bunch of people who'll be really happy to see you"
They end up making their way back, Killian still keeping his eyes peeled all around the room. David shook his head, this is going to be fun.
Of course Killian Jones making it back to Storybrooke certainly caused a stir for those who knew him. David watched as his friend made the rounds at the table, each person welcoming him back. Cries of "Finally!", "Where have you been?" and "Still a handsome mug then" – the latter courtesy of Ruby of course.
"Prodigal son returns eh?" Eric shook hands with him as he introduced Killian to the petite redhead by his side.
"Couldn't leave the women of this town at your mercy for too long, thought it seems you finally met your match," he smirked at the pretty Ariel who seemed to have Eric wrapped round her finger. Eric was a good guy, he and Killian used to be on the high school football team together. He had also been a bit of a ladies man, not unlike Killian himself. They used to be both competitive on and off the field.
But it would seem those days had come to an end, if the way Ariel was curled into Eric's side was any indication. They certainly suited as a couple, that much Killian could tell in the first five minutes he spent with them.
"What's all the fuss about?"
Speaking of couples, he looked up to see that David's very own Mary Margaret had finally made it back from the dance floor.
"Ah it's about time I officially introduce you two," David brought her over to Jones who had left his seat to meet them halfway. "Killian Jones, meet my future wife, Mary Margaret"
"It's a pleasure milady" he reached for the hand she'd put out, only to lift it, placing a gentle kiss on her knuckles. Mary Margaret just smiled kindly.
"Oh I remember you Killian Jones, seems you're still as charming as ever"
David snorted and rolled his eyes.
"And you're still as lovely as ever," he smirked down at her, knowing full well it would wind David up
"Alright Jones, plenty of other women for you to practise your lines on"
"Oi! I am nothing but genuine when it comes to the ladies"
"A genuine perv, that's for sure" a fourth voice piped up from behind.
Smirk still in place, he turned slowly knowing full well who was behind that comment.
"Swan…" he took the time to look at her. Really look at her. Soft blonde curls, generous full figure and legs that ran for miles under that tight red dress over hers. "Still ravishing as ever"
"Jones…still depraved as ever" she kinked an eyebrow, not missing the way his eyes roved over her.
"You say that like it's a bad thing darling" he grinned naughtily, waiting for the eye roll. She'd always hated his penchant for nicknames. So of course he specifically directed them her way.
"Further proof that it may have been nine years, but you're still the same horny teenager you were back then"
He raised an eyebrow at that, "Nine years indeed. It would seem you were keeping track of when you'd see me again"
"Get over yourself Jones," she said, already exasperated at the man. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to go spend time with people I actually like"
He chuckled at her sass, watching her head to the table and wedge herself in between Robin and Ruby, the latter of which immediately drew her into conversation. Turning himself back to the couple he'd forgotten were still there, he was a bit disconcerted to find them both smiling knowingly at him.
"What?"
He knew it was asking for trouble, but they were synchronised smiling for pete's sake!
"I just find it interesting that when I first mentioned the wedding, you were adamant you wouldn't be able to make it down for a good couple of months"
"Right…"
"We had several conversations where I was trying to persuade you to come earlier remember?"
"Yes I remember, you got a point mate?" He felt a little unsettled at whatever David was trying to get at.
"Just glad something finally got through to you"
Killian just looked at the couple oddly as they continued to smile at him like they knew some big secret he wasn't in on. Before he could address it, Robin appeared by his side to drag him off.
Mary Margaret turned to her fiancé. "Are you sure about this?"
"Yes trust me, he was completely against coming until the big day before. Then we had that conversation a few days ago..."
"And you're sure that was the reason"
He nodded resolutely, "It was the first time I had mentioned Emma was here. On a permanent basis. Next thing I know, its three days later and he's shown up here like he'd planned it all along"
Mary Margaret smiled sweetly, and he felt the urge to kiss her instantly. So he did.
She leaned her forehead against his after and sighed content.
"I don't know David. Emma is really closed off when it comes to relationships. And as far as I can remember, she hates Killian"
He nodded as he put his arms around her. "Trust me, I know. But she's never had all the facts, so she never really gave him a chance. I think if she did...it could really be something for the both of them"
"Well if there's one thing that Emma deserves in this life, it's a happy ending." She nodded at him sincerely, that eternally hopeful look in her eyes that he had come to love. "And if you think Jones can give it to her, then I'm all up for it"
"That's the thing. I know he could give it to her. I just don't know if he believes he can"
They both looked over at the pair.
Killian had somehow managed to plant himself right next to Emma, who did not look happy about this development. Not that it stopped him from continuing to rile her up. Seeing the scowl on Emma's face and the look of pure glee on Killian's, David knew that even if either of them got their happy endings, it was going to be a while until then.
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