I don't own any of OUAT (obviously). This story takes place after sometime between season 4 and 5 but without Emma becoming the Dark One and without Hook getting his ship back from Ursula.

I hope you enjoy =)

Chapter 1

The ghost of our past

Ok, this is beginning to hurt my back, Emma thought to herself. She was positioned awkwardly over Hook's lap as the two were crammed into the very tiny backseat of her yellow bug, making out like a couple of horny teenagers. Not that she didn't want to be doing what they were doing, their lips and tongues dancing feverishly as she was draped across the pirate's lap, but her legs were bent at an odd angle and pushing uncomfortably against the handle of the door.

Their kissing was rough, rushed, and passionate- as if any moment they would be ripped away from each other, but Emma couldn't help but notice Hook tracing soft circles on the small of her back, ever so gently with his index and middle finger of his right hand. She was about to break apart from him, the arm that was weirdly positioned under her starting to lose feeling, when Hook abruptly pulled away from her.

"Love, I'm not going to be able to be such a gentleman for much longer if we keep this up," He panted, his forehead pressed against hers. Suddenly, Emma was very aware of the large bulge pushing into her side, straining against his jeans. Slightly satisfied with herself (knowing how excited she can get him) she giggled, a very unusual sound for her, but being in the back seat of a car with the guy she liked who was currently trying to control his erection: she, indeed, felt like a teenager again.

After a little adjusting, she was able to comfortable settle into him, this time it was her turn to trace lazy circles on his chest, which was half exposed thanks to their fevered make out session. She was blankly following her finger with her eyes, aware that he was watching her movements. As she moved her hand, his shirt fell slightly more to the left exposing a small tattoo, on the left side of his chest. The name Liam, Killian's brother's name, was scrawled in script, and underneath in the same font Davie.

"Liam- your brother, that's really sweet, but who's Davie? Was that an old sailing buddy of yours?" Emma asked with a smile, looking up at him only to see a flash of pain cross his eyes. He shifted uncomfortably and Emma moved to sit up next to him, suddenly nervous that she said something wrong. Killian cleared his throat, but his voice cracked on the first word to come out.

"Davie, was… my sister." His voice almost a whisper. Immediately, Emma could see the ghost of Killian's past were starting to rear up in his memories. She was shocked for a moment, he had never mentioned a sister. "She died long ago."

"Killian, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to…"

"S'alright, love. It was a very long time ago." Hook moved his arm that was around Emma to button his shirt back up, covering the tattoos.

They sat in silence for a minute, as the heat of their earlier activities started to diminish to the cold that was now creeping into the car. Emma, unsure of what to say, felt a shiver down her spine as the December night started to snow outside the car. She felt she had ruined their perfectly good date. They had gone out to a nice dinner and a movie (something Hook was still trying to get use to, pictures flashing on the screen like that- he had declared it dark magic the first time she took him to see a film). They ended up in the backseat of her car because she hadn't wanted to go home quite yet, back to a small apartment shared by her same-age-but-still-her-parents, Snow and David, and be questioned about her nights' activities.

One more week, she had said to herself as they were climbing into the back seat, one more week until I move into my own place and we can have some privacy.

Just two days before, she had found the perfect apartment for her and Henry, the back of the building was up against the same one her parents lived in and there was an alley that connected the two building. Close enough to be close, but far enough that she could breath. But her apartment faced the water, a large bay window in the living room meant that she, and more importantly Killian, could always see the docks and the water.

She had been pent up before, since her and Killian had yet to sleep together. She was trying to take it slow, but that didn't mean they could have a little fun, right? But now that sexual frustration had drained out of her, seeing him remember a painful part of his past.

Emma had never really thought about Killian's family. She knew the story of how he lost his brother, but Killian had never mentioned his mother or father or that he had had a sister. Guilt overcame her. Killian was very well acquainted with her history and family, but she had never thought to ask about his…

"Well, what do you think, Swan, fancy getting a nightcap before returning home?" Hook's voice jarred Emma from her thoughts. He was looked at her sideways and cocked his head toward the Rabbit Hole, the pub across the street from where they were parked. She gave him a small smile before nodding in agreement.