Title: Alive Again

Author: RebecaV

Style: Serial (if the series goes as I've planned it out, there will be 30 chapters)

Timeframe: Season 1 - Season 3.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show. I don't own the characters. I only own the laptop I used to write this on.

A/N: This came to mind right after I watched the season 4 finale. I've seen a lot of cursed Killian alternate universe, but where he's a lot like the Villainous Hook we met in season 2. I decided to put my own spin to it and make it more like shy deckhand Hook, but throw him into the world of Storybrooke. Basically I'm rewriting season 1 as if he had been there all along.

Summary: When the once ruthless Captain Hook now cursed to shy waiter meets Emma Swan, his life is turned completely around as love, jealousy, and magic begin to play a strong role in his life again.

Chapter One

1x01 "Pilot"

Two more hours, he thought to himself as he looked at the clock nailed to the back wall of Granny's Diner.

8:01 it now read.

One hour and fifty-nine minutes to go. This was what his life had come to. For as long as he could remember he came to work and as soon as things calmed down, he would stare at the clock and count the minutes until his shift was over and he could go home and do nothing.

Killian Jones was bored with his life. It was always work then going home then back to work in the morning. His life had become one small boring routine. He hungered for adventure. He wanted something new, something to make him feel alive again.

The front door of the diner opened. He didn't recognize the woman coming in which told him one very important thing; she was the woman the whole town was talking about.

She was beautiful. Blonde curled hair just past her shoulders. Green eyes that even across the room he felt were pulling at his soul. Her red leather jacket fit her in all the right places to compliment her amazing body.

"Are you closing soon?" she asked.

Snapped out of his impure thoughts, Killian hoped she did not notice him checking her out. Unable to form any coherent sentences to the beautiful woman, he simply shook his head in order to tell her no.

She looked around at the empty place. "This town is weird," she said quietly to herself but it was loud enough for his ears to hear.

He dug around to find the menus that they never even used. Anyone and everyone who came into Granny's knew exactly what they wanted or at least what was on the menu. There had never been a need for them until now.

"Here's your menu, Miss Swan," he said as he set it down on her table with his good hand.

Her head spins up. "How do you know my name?" she asked him curiously.

He laughs nervously. "Leroy is the town gossip," he said.

"Who the hell is Leroy?" she asked.

"The drunk man you woke next to, love," he said.

"What?" she asked with wide eyes and a shocked expression all over her face.

He didn't know what had come over him. He was never this forward delivering sexual innuendo especially to a woman he hadn't even known two minutes. He avoided all eye contact with her as he said his next words. "Your jail mate."

"Oh," she said. She looked down at the menu in front of her.

"I'll leave you to it," he said. He went back to his spot behind the counter embarrassed with himself. He didn't know what it was about this woman that brought out this different side of him.

He tried to his best not to stare at her. Being that it was only the two of them, she would notice him staring. So, he pretended to arrange silverware behind the counter sneaking a glance in her direction every once and a while.

"See something you want?" he called from his spot after a few minutes had passed. He didn't trust himself to be right next to her. So, he would talk to her from a distance as long as he could.

"Excuse me?" she asked.

Once again, he realized that his words had been forward. "The... the food. Did you see anything you wanted on the menu?" he asked.

"Oh," she said in between nervous laughter.

Perhaps it hadn't been his forward words, but her own dirty mind at work here.

"I haven't eaten in almost 24 hours. I think I could order the whole menu," she said clearly joking.

He played along. "I think it might take me some time being that I'm the only cook here and I only have one hand, but I'll see what I can do."

At the mention of him only having one hand, her face softened making him wonder if she had taken notice of his brace earlier.

"I think I'll settle for one thing," she said. She set the menu back down on the table and looked up at him with her arms crossed in front of her. "Recommend anything?"

"Is Grilled Cheese okay?" he asked.

"I'll give it a try," she said.

"Okay," he said with a huge smile on his face. She trusted him enough to let his first answer be her choice.

He went to the back of the diner to get started on her order. Like most nights he was there by himself, it took him longer than normal to fix up her meal. In a way, he supposed he was lucky Granny still let him work there.

Maybe she pities you, he thought to himself.

"I'm sorry that took so long," he said once he was done and set her plate down on her table.

"It's fine," she said. She very quickly looked at his the spot where his hand should have been. She didn't ask about it, but she was obviously curious about it.

"I apologize for calling you 'love,' Miss Swan. I don't know what came over me," he said. Several things had come over him since he met her just a few minutes ago, but he wasn't planning on listing all of them to her.

"Anyone ever tell you that you apologize a lot?" Emma asked.

"Sorry," he said. Once he realized he had apologized yet again. He scratched behind his ear nervously. "Habits."

"I forgive you for calling me love," she said. She took a bite out of one of the onion rings he had brought her. Normally she liked fries better, but she didn't want to give him another reason to apologize. Besides the mixture was surprsingly tasty. "Honestly, I just thought it was an English thing."

"Come across many English men?"

"You and the sheriff."

"That would be Graham," he said. He tried his best to hide any jealousy in his voice. "I'll let you eat in peace. I'll be right over there if you need anything."

She ate quickly practically scarfing down her sandwich. "So, where can I get a place to sleep around here?" she asked a few minutes later.

A blush fell on his cheeks at the thought of inviting her back to his apartment. "Granny's Bed and Breakfast is just down the road."

"What's the deal with Granny's? Granny's Diner. Granny's Bed and Breakfast. Is it a brand name in Maine?"

"You best probably ask Granny if she plans to branch out," Killian said.

"Granny... is a real person?" she asked.

"Yes," he said almost making it sound like a question. He did not understand why she thought it was strange.

"This town is weird," Emma said. She pulled a twenty from her pants.

Killian shook his head. "Don't worry about it," he said.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Are you sure?" she asked not completely understanding his niceness.

He pretended to look down at something. "We're over charging you anyway," he said.

"Not sure Granny would appreciate you saying that."

"She knows," he said. He smiled at his own words. "She also knows that Storybrooke is rather limited when it comes to places to eat. You'll soon learn that as well."

"I'm only staying a week," Emma said.

He was disappointed to hear it, but he tried his best not to display it on his face. "You'll still see," he said.

With a smile on her face, she stood up from her seat and walked over to the counter. "Goodnight... I didn't get your name."

"Killian. Killian Jones."

"Emma Swan," she said. She extended her hand out towards him. "But you already knew that."

"See you tomorrow morning, Miss Swan," he said.

She looked confused for a whole two seconds before realizing he meant that she'd probably end up coming back soon. "Goodnight, Killian."

He watched her leave with two thoughts on his mind; One, Emma Swan was something else. Two, Emma Swan made him feel alive again.

TBC