Hey! This is something I've worked on for a while and actually finished long before watching last night's episode but I couldn't bring myself to publish it because you know - insecurities - but I've been wanting to post something for a while and this will do I guess... But the episode OMG *dyingalloveragainwhisltcollapsinginfeels* *clears throat* SO this is how it turned out and while I know this is not how it actually happened this was my take from seeing the spoiler pictures and with the new episodes coming up I guess it will be more canon from now on but not entirely because I already have a few chapters finished and a plot line worked out...

And on we go.

Killian took a deep breath, quickly running through ideas in his mind on how to pursue the Lady Swan next.

The kiss had obviously not been a success. He still cursed himself badly over that one.

The sky over New York City was starting to darken above him, indicating that yet another day had gone by, another day of which he had accomplished nothing. But he hadn't planned his 300 year long course of revenge without learning patience and he was not going to start running out of it anytime soon. It wasn't like he hadn't known who he was up against or who he would hopefully soon be pressed up against, preferably against a wall or maybe a bed - and that was not why he was here.

He had known how hard it would be to get her to trust him, curse the seven seas, he wasn't even that sure of that he had managed to do it the last time around. The lass was stubborn, he'd give her that.

She sure could kick hard too.

He flinched at that particular part, though it hadn't hurt nearly enough as having her reject him while clearly not regaining any memory any time soon.

Despite those rather unfortunate happenings, he still couldn't bring himself regret it. Being able to touch her or just seeing her after such a long time was never something he could or would for that matter regret.

He had first thought of waiting outside her door with the knowledge that she her boy would have to leave the house at some point, but quickly deciding against it since it probably wouldn't be that good of a new impression. Instead, he'd positioned himself on a bench in a green area not far from her house hoping to get a hold of her and try again sometime soon.

So far he hadn't been quite so lucky.

He'd been casually walking around the neighbourhood a few times, trying to accustom himself to this incredibly massive madhole. There seemed to be thousands of those vessels he once had gotten run-over by and all it's inhabitants we're constantly giving him the looks and sometimes even going as far as crossing the road to avoid him. He didn't take any offence in that however, at least not until he had spotted Emma with Henry to being one of them.

She had stopped in her tracks, seeing him at the same time he spotted her, a panicked expression spreading over her delicate features before dashing off in the complete opposite direction much to her son's bafflement. He remembers how the poor lad had looked around, also immediately spotting him in the sea of people before being dragged away by his mother. For a second Killian could have sworn that he something flash in the eyes of the boy. Curiosity? Or as far as recognition? But he probably shouldn't let his hope stray too far just to be so harshly crushed in the means of a second.

His heart swelled with pain over Swan's rejection all over again and Killian leaned forward and groaned into his hand.

He looked down at the small piece of paper in his hand. He had to deliver this to her somehow.

"Sir?" He jolted back up, not believing his eyes when no other than Henry was standing in front of him. He looked much taller now, up close, grown up, but it was with no doubt him.

"Henry?" The boy looked startled but quickly recovered.

"Have we met? Before I mean?" He asked tentatively, shuffling on his feet. Killian couldn't contain the wide grin spreading across his face.

"Aye, lad. I do believe we have." He should have known that getting the boy to believe would be much easier than getting Swan to, the lad had the sodding heart of the truest believer after all and a case of memory loss shouldn't take away that.

Henry searched the pirate's face curiously, looking for something it seemed.

Killian stared back at him, patiently waiting and hoping that something would click. He didn't dare say anything that could perhaps break the look of concentration on the lad's face.

When a long silence followed he decided to take a leap but didn't even get to open his mouth before the boy spoke again, stumbling over his own words.

"I've been having these flashes. With you and my mom and lots of other really familiar people. There was this jungle and –"

The poor guy stopped to take a breath not really looking at him anymore.

"-smoke? It was all purple and than a woman tried to stop it and she was crying and everybody was crying-"

The boy looked back at him again.

"Is it real? Is this real?" From whatever the boy could possibly have said, Killian hadn't at all expected him to be so blunt."

"Is what real?" He pressed on.

"The flashes? This life? Ever since last year I've had this feeling of something being...just off."

"Yes, it's real."

Henry looked a bit taken back for a moment.

"So you believe me? It doesn't sound...odd?" Killian shook his head, genially smiling now.

"It sounds very real to me, lad."

"Henry!" A light voice filled the air and in to time at all Swan was running towards them, her breath slightly hitched, blonde strands of hair bouncing against her back with every step she took and was she wearing a dress under that red coat? He would have never thought to see his Swan in anything other than what her world seemed to call 'jeans', princess or not, but he was certainly not complaining, letting his eyes roam over her body.

"Henry! You cannot run away like that again without telling me first, do you hear me?" Henry smiled sheepishly at her.

She then turned to Killian with an apologetic smile which quickly transformed into a horrific expression. The effects he had on her.

"YOU." She didn't sound pleased to see him in the slightest. Ouch.

"Hello, love." Henry looked between them curiously with a carefully masked face.

"You two know each other?"

An incredulous 'NO' was heard as the same time as Killian spoke again. "Yes."

Emma shook her head and blinked a few times, trying to get a hold of herself and get away from the weird stranger as quick as possible.

"I'm sorry, I really don't have time for this right now." Or ever. She was likely thinking.

Taking another deep breath she turned around to face Henry, kneeling before the kid, which wasn't at all necessary seeing as they we're nearly the same height anyway, and stroking his hair out of his face affectionately.

"Henry, I want you to go and wait by the car, okay? I will just be a moment."

Henry's gaze shifted between his mother and the pirate seemingly wanting to protest but ended up nodding before running off to the busy street nearby.

Emma smiled softly at her son's retreating back before turning around to glare a the leather-clad man in front of her.

"Well, now that we are alone love I should probably tell you how absolutely ravishing you look in that dress."

Emma took a threatening step forward, completely ignoring his last comment.

"Listen closely, I have no idea what you want from me or what you are doing here but let me make something clear stay the hell away from my son." With that said she swiftly turned on her heels, gods she was wearing bloody heels and stalked away towards the direction Henry had previously run off to.

Hook stood shocked for a moment, only a moment, before quickly hurrying after her. There was no way he would let her get away that easily when he had spent the last two days not being able to track her down at all.

"Swan!" She didn't stop, didn't even hesitate in keeping on walking.

"Swan! Would you be so kind to hold the bloody hell up?"

He heard her let out a deep breath, visibly seen in the cold air, stopping but not turning around. Stubborn lass.

"I have no intention of hurting you or the boy, I just need you to believe me to trust me." He spoke slowly, emphasizing each word while taking steady steps towards her stilled form, coming to rest standing right in front of her.

"Try something new darling, it's called trust." She stared up at him, a panicked expression overtaking her features. What the hell? Pushing him away, she quickly regained her previous pace and disappeared behind the trees leaving Hook standing alone in the midst of the park.

I tried writing a longer chapter but it just wouldn't let me, for which I am really sorry for. Review?