Hello, this is my first attempt at a multi chapter fic. I'd like to thank my best friend for urging me to post this. With out further a do, chapter 1…. I apologize for any errors in here. I'm not the best. (I unfortunately do not own OUAT.) Enjoy!


Chapter 1:

New Beginnings

"How many times do I have to tell you Neal!? If you're done with your cereal empty it into the fucking sink! Don't just leave it sitting there!" His raging neighbor Emma Swan shouts at her boyfriend, she's been his neighbor for the past year or so, and he has gotten used to the fighting between her and her boyfriend. Although at first the relationship between them was sweet as honey. Something went horribly awry, whatever it was it made their relationship take a sharp turn for the worst.

Considering the fact she's been dating the lad for at least three years, he still hasn't bothered putting a damn ring on her finger. If it were up to him, he would've done it a long time ago.

Emma is a beautiful woman, infuriating, but damn beautiful. Blonde curls that fall over her shoulders like a waterfall, eyes the color of sea foam, the rare smile on her face is like hidden treasure. And damn it, he loved seeing her smile, even if it was just out of the corner of his eye. Even if it was from her boyfriend telling her something completely lame. All he got from Emma was an eye roll and a scoff if he was lucky.

He had first met Emma while he was in college, his room mate David is her adoptive brother, yet treats her like a blood related sibling. Anyone should know that David will punch anyone who hurts her. And it seems that their relationship has an expiration date. Which means her boyfriend is about to earn himself a sucker punch to the face from one adoptive brother.

"Why is this such a big deal Emma!?" Neal questions her, he could sense Swan's glare from her apartment across the hall, which made him smile. He resumes typing on his laptop, more like attempts to continue, writing a damn story that probably won't go anywhere. But it is worth a shot, for the ten billionth time.

"Why is it so hard to wash a fucking bowl and put it in the dish washer?!"

"I don't see why it should matter. The dish washer is clean, it isn't my place Emma."

Killian had had a long day at work, Regina was on his ass for not having any of his work done. He blamed the writers block, it was a bitch when he really needed to get work done. His friends Jefferson and August have been bugging him to go to The Jolly Roger, claiming that he hasn't been out in weeks. Which he really had to agree with. But considering he couldn't get any inspiration, he'd come home to hear his beautiful infuriating neighbor fight with her blood sucking boyfriend.

"Okay that is it", Killian mutters to himself. Slamming his laptop shut, he rips the door of his apartment open before banging on Swan's apartment. The door opening to reveal a very pissed off Emma, not looking to deal with any of Killian's shit. Well she was in luck, neither was he.

Her hair was curled as usual; she was wearing a pair of slim fitting jeans, a black tank top with a long layered gold necklace. Her high heels thrown across the room, along with a tanned collar jacket laying across the couch. She still looked absolutely perfect considering the fact that her hair was starting to frizz, and her make up was starting to run. A glass of red wine in her hand, she'll probably need something stronger after this he thought to himself.

"What do you want Jones?" She groans as he pushes past her, giving her body a quick scan before walking over to her boyfriend.

"You want to grow a pair and listen to her? Some of us are trying to work." Killian growls at her boyfriend, pushing him away in anger. Steam practically coming out from his ears like one of those cartoon characters.

"Who the fuck is this?" Neal laughs, looking at Emma who's got one of her hands on her head and the other on her hip. Her glass of wine now on the kitchen counter.

"Get the fuck out of here Jones." She groans as she walks next to Killian.

"I'm done with this Swan, I've had a long day and I need to focus. Coming home to this insanity isn't what I had in mind." Killian mutters angrily, rolling his eyes before dragging Neal out of Emma's apartment. Slamming the door shut behind him and locking it before Neal can even process what had happened.

"What the fuck Jones?!" Emma screams at him, Neal pounding at the door to let him back in. Killian blocks Emma from the door making it impossible for her to let her boyfriend back in. Hm three years and the lad doesn't even have a key? Interesting. Killian thought.

"I've had enough Swan! Some of us would like some quiet!"

"Oh really?! You're one to talk Mr. Playboy!"

"I'm not the one arguing day and night!"

"Get out Jones!"

"You're welcome darling." He rolls his eyes at her, walking towards the door.

"What for?" She challenges, folding her arms across her chest, shifting her weight to one leg with her hip popped slightly. If she wanted she could have been a model, but he knew that Emma wasn't that type of girl.

She wasn't the type that would dress up to the nines; head to toe in fancy attire, makeup that resembled a raccoon, high heels that would make her feet ache, making her eventually look like a barbie doll.

Emma wasn't that type of girl, not one bit. She was the simple type; a pair of jeans, a white tank top, with a leather jacket and boots that lay just below the knee. That's the type of girl she was; the girl with a pony tail and glasses on the week ends, wearing nothing but sweatpants and an old graphic design t-shirt. But when she did dress up, she was a defiantly a sight, one that you had to stop and stare at.

"Kicking your boyfriend out." He informed her with a hiss.

"I didn't ask you to kick him out."

"Ah but you didn't want to deal with him did you Swan?'

He knew he was right, she even knew he was right. They could read each other, whether they liked it or not. They knew exactly what the other was thinking just by one look.

"My point proven." He smirks, bowing mockingly as he turns to the door once again.

"I'm not done with you." She growls pounding him against the door, their bodies brushing up against each other. Her hand slammed his firm chest against the door. Close but not close enough, it was as if their bodies were begging to be touched by each other. The need to be stroked, held, clawed at, almost impossible to ignore. Their eyes pouring into each others, as if they were searching for something. A sunken treasure beneath the surface just waiting to be found.

Her breath gradually shakes the longer she stares into those ocean whirlpools, loosing herself in the calm sea. The salty goodness seeping into her pores, pleading for her to jump in and enjoy it. Do it, jump in. You know you want to. Trust me, you'll be okay. I'll protect you I promise, nothing will ever harm you. The ocean commanded her. She did trust the sea, but it didn't guarantee her that she wouldn't drown.

"You're looking good Swan, the threatening thing is very attractive. You know I wouldn't mind being one of your perps." He winks breaking the silence, she pulls his jet black hair and slams his head against the door. A groan escaping his lips.

"Note to self, she likes it rough." He chuckles, pushing a piece of her luscious blonde hair away from her face.

"Get out Jones." She enunciates each word, Killian's eyebrow rising slightly. She gives him one of her infamous glares that makes Killian grin. She backs away taking a sip of her wine. "You better wipe that smug ass grin off your face right now Jones." She warns.

"Or what Swan?" His accent thick as he questions her, taking a step closer towards her. Closing the distance between them, her back nearly hanging over the counter. His ocean eyes piercing her very existence, making her feel important. He slowly slips away from her, his eyes never leaving her, not once. Silence is in the air, not a sound from Neal pounding against the door. No more arguing, nothing. Silence.

"How about we keep it like this love?" Killian mutters, "The silence, I like it. Well not when it comes to the more enjoyable activities."

"I could ask you to shut up too, some of us need our sleep." She groans.

"What? The moaning too much for you? Do you secretly wish it were you underneath me?"

"Fuck you."

"One of these days love." He grins, giving her a wink.

"You're a pig." She rolls her eyes before grabbing something stronger for her to drink. She grabs a bottle of bourbon, placing it on the kitchen counter and pouring herself a glass of the stronger drink.

"Yet you still find me attractive." He laughs placing his forearms on the counter, standing across from her.

"Don't make me laugh Jones, you are far from attractive." She jokes taking a sip of the bourbon. Killian noticed that Emma refused to make eye contact with him, it was probably because she knew that he could tell when she was lying. This was one of those times.

"What? Not going to share?"

"I am not having a drink with you Jones." She stabs at him, grabbing both her glass and the bottle. Walking over to couch and plopping down with a sigh. Killian follows her and plops down next to her.

"What are you still doing here?" She groans, rubbing the bridge of her nose. Her eyes closed tightly, looking absolutely stressed and annoyed with his presence.

"Are you alright there Swan?" He questions, examining her with concern after there is a minute of silence.

"I'm fine." She mumbles swatting him away, although he was no where near her.

"Don't lie to me darling, I know when you're lying to me."

"I could say the same about you."

"Tell me something love, why are you with mister wonderful?"

"Why do you care?"

"I'm just asking, a woman like you deserves more. Don't you think?" He challenges her while leaning back on the couch, placing his arm on the back, his ankle now on his knee. He felt relaxed. Unlike her; she was holding herself close, the glass of bourbon now on the table. Her fingers running through her hair.

"I'm fine just where I am. Can you say the same?"

"Everything is fine in my world. You should visit some time."

"Sure, after I visit purgatory."

"Purgatory doesn't have mind blowing sex."

"And your world does?"

"So I've been told."

"Someone lied." she sighs slapping his chest lightly.

"Don't judge until you've experienced it love."

"Like I said after I visit purgatory."

"One of these days Swan, you'll be begging me to."

After a short pause Killian asks, "Why was he here?" his arm now wrapped around her. She shifts slightly, her scent filling up his lungs, infecting his mistakenly clear mind.

"Remind me why you're still here Jones?"

"Swan I've spent the past two years with insane writers block. I need a fucking break."

"There's no need to exaggerate."

"I'm not."

"How do you still have a job then?"

"Inspiration comes in pieces, but it's not like it used to be."

"So all that meaningless sex you have doesn't give you any inspiration? Or is it just STDs?"

"You think you're so funny don't you?"

"A bit." she shrugs taking a sip from her glass, he grabs it after she's done bringing it to his lips. Never breaking eye contact with her; the ocean meeting the emerald city.

"I thought you weren't going to let me share a drink with you Swan."

"You-you suck Jones." she stutters stealing her drink back bringing it to her lips once more.

"Well..." he begins with a smirk, leaning closer to her so she can hear him clearly.

"You seriously need a piece of duct tape over your mouth." she scoffs throwing a pillow at his face.

"One of these days Swan, you won't be able to resist." he grunts pulling it away from her grip.

"Have fun dealing with Neal."

"I have no intention of dealing with that blood sucking crocodile."

"Damn I thought I could use you to kick my boyfriend out more often."

"Sorry to disappoint but I'd rather be used for more enjoyable activities. My door is always open." He says taking her drink again, raising an eyebrow as he spoke.

"Don't know if that's just creepy or disgusting. Actually no it's both."

"Tell me something..."

"What?"

"Do you have fun? When you're with him?"

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous."

"No look, you claim you love him but love is supposed to be fun. Are you having fun?"

"I-you-psh...mmm...I hate it when you do that." she grumbles taking a large gulp from the bottle, her eyebrows turning in with frustration.

"I think that's enough for you darling."

"Shut the fuck up, you're not the only one who's had a long day."

"All work and no play? Or is it the other way around?" he says wiggling his eyebrows.

"You won't quit will you?"

"Relax darling, I have no desire to know what he does to you." He spits with disgust laced in his words and written on his face.

"Shut up." She groans weakly, hitting his chest with little strength. Her hand remaining there, his heart pounding the longer it sits.

"Can you handle yourself Swan?" He sighs, moving her away from him.

"You're not my fucking brother." She grumbles as her head hits the couch.

"Thank god." He mutters, not caring if she heard him. He picks her up bridal style and carries her into her room.

"What was that supposed to mean?" She snaps up, suddenly gaining energy. She probably regretted it instantly, her head falling to her pillow without any other objections.

"Don't read too much into it darling." He rolls his eyes before turning to the door.

"Tell me." She insists, grabbing onto his arm.

"You are clearly a little drunk and exhausted. You're just overacting."

"Whatever, you can let yourself out." She groans, finally letting go of his arm.

"I'm not a dog."

"Sure." She mumbles sarcastically.

"Goodnight Emma." He sighs.

"Tell me when you have more than one sentence on that page of yours." She mumbles as sleep takes her.

Once he enters his own apartment, he sighs at the sight of it being very bare. It's been bare for at least two years now, still having the ability to make his heart weak. He brings his hand to the bridge of his nose and rubs it, thinking of his ex-girlfriend Milah. Damn he missed her, he missed her so damn much.

She was there one minute and gone the next, running back to her cowardly rich husband. He had allowed himself to fall desperately in love with her, fuck he had been so stupid. Thinking she'd ever leave her husband for him, a fucking fool that's what Killian was.

"What have I done?" He mutters to himself, pulling his laptop back onto his lap. A blank document staring at him. She was right, there wasn't anything good on that page. He gazes at the one sentence on his page.

I first met her on a dark, damp and depressing day.

He shakes his head at her assumption about his work. Quite perceptive that lass was, he admired that about her. That's when it hit him.

"Swan." He muttered. Deleting the sentence on the page and begins writing:

"Get out."

"Or what?"

His proximity was interfering with her personal bubble, but he didn't care. She deserved to be looked in the eye and told exactly what was on his mind. Only he was too much of a coward to even begin to tell her how he felt about her and her fucking boyfriend.

It made his blood boil the way he talked to her. It made him want to take her shoulders and shake them furiously to get her to see how much of an idiot she was, he wanted to punch him in the stomach if he dared to break her heart, he wanted to scoop her up in his arms and kiss her for being fucking perfect. A bloody perfect woman who lived just right across the hall, a woman who would never be his.

"Thank you Emma." He mutters looking up to the ceiling as if her name had come from the heavens, a smile across his face. He realized that there was a story right in front of him. About that bloody infuriating woman across the hall. It was about their relationship that he was determined to explore. He had wanted to know what Swan was hiding behind that apartment door, what secrets she kept from everyone, more importantly herself. He was going to find out what lies in her heart, if there was even a possibility to get a glimpse at her damaged heart. But Killian knew finding her heart wouldn't be the problem; it would be shielding his own heart that would be the problem. Knowing that the two were somewhat a like, it would be difficult shielding his own when he knew it would be easy to let her in.


More? Review, comment, favorite, follow whatever you guys want. I'd also like to thank my little brother for giving me the inspiration for the first sentence of the story. My brother leaves his bowl out on the counter and it drives me insane. (don't ask why.) Anyways, if you want another chapter it might be up soon. Fighting the urge to just put the two together, but sadly I can't do that. Not yet that is.