If anyone read my previous long fic, called "The Jolly Rocker", you will know I sort of have a fixation with Cpt. Hook looking a little too much like a rock star... lol. So this is just a bit on drabble on the day he discovered rock n' roll...

I really don't see Killian Jones in our realm as some dock worker or wearing a suit in an office; he's too much of a free spirit: He's got piz-ass, he's got the leather, the guy-liner, the attitude, the booze and the looks... and we all know he can sing (at least the actor can, lol), so... God Gave Rock n' Roll to Killian!

This will at MOST be three shots long, so... enjoy! And please do review! Makes my day :)

The Wicked Witch was beaten... Pan was beaten... Elsa was under control. No time-travelling portals endangered the small, quiet little town of Storybrooke. Everyone (Except Regina, sadly), had found their happy ending thus far.

So why the hell was he so bored?

Killian Jones had been born with salty blood. The ocean was in his veins and he was at least grateful that Emma and Henry (mostly Henry and his damn insight) had taken him into account when picking a place to live. The view was magnificent and the sound of the waves hitting the shore was probably the one thing that could soothe him just as much as the aftermath of lovemaking. He had her; that much he was grateful for. It had taken him (very literally) pains and what he thought he'd never do for anyone: His ship.

He did not regret trading the Jolly Roger for her, nor did he have any second thoughts about it, ever. But miss her? That was another issue. One doesn't reside in a place for three hundred years and then find himself living elsewhere and NOT miss the old joint! He missed the sound of the old wood, creaking and squeaking, as the ship gently rocked the crew asleep while he lay face upon the deck, staring at the stars...

Not to mention he was starting to feel a little bit... useless. He was of a different era, where a man's man was he who was able to not just feed himself, but also take care of those he loved. He didn't mind Emma working... he just hated the thought of her working for both Henry and himself. While he was grateful to the heavens and to Emma herself for not just accepting him as her mate but also letting him share his nights with her, he felt he needed to give something back.

Time had come for him to make good use of his skills... the problem was, he really didn't know anything else other than his sailing and mapping abilities, and he had all but used those to the max. Not that Storybrooke needed any illegal trafficking of seventeenth century firearms, either... or illegal trafficking of anything, since it was a well known fact by now that the pirate was romantically liasioned to the town's sheriff and, of all people, the princess daughter of Snow White and Charming. So... no. Sailing classes, maybe? He was pretty good at teaching the younger ones... Alas, he didn't yet have a ship his own. The idea of dock working was depressing, especially after he did have the rank of Captain and there was an entire crew that responded to his very command. And with everything in peace and quiet and no new adventures ashore where his undeniable skill for a fight were needed, he was fast reaching the end of his tether.

What to do... what to do...

Emma came home one day, and found him lying on the couch, reading a book, barefoot and looking every bit as gorgeous as he always had.

"Hey.." She smiled, juggling with purse, keys and groceries.

He instantly stood up and reached for the heavy bag of goods. "I got those.." He grinned and welcomed her with a gentle kiss on her lips. "Good day today, love?"

"Ugh... one of the fairies filed in a report against the dwarves..." She sighed as she removed her scarf. "Apparently Leroy's been getting hammered by the sorority."

"That's it?"

"That and all the mess left by last week's blizzard... missing cats and stuff."

He sat on one of the kitchen stools. "Lovely..." He huffed.

Emma had set about fixing dinner when Killian sighed. "If it's dinner you want, yours is in the oven..."

She turned sharply to him. "You fixed dinner?"

"Aye..."

She looked around and found the kitchen to be spotless. "And... cleaned after yourself..." She smirked under her brow. "Anything you want to tell me."

"No, Swan..." He sighed as he rocked himself on the stool.

"Come to think of it..." She looked around. "...the place is spotless..."

"I run a tight ship." He grinned.

"And then some!" She smiled, pacing from the kitchen bar to the lounge. "Seriously, Killian, what the hell have you been up to?"

"Just..." He shrugged one shoulder and twisted one lip upwards. "Kept meself busy, love. I've read all there is to read here, I practically mapped the whole bloody town... not much else for me to do..."

Emma stared into his deep blue eyes and immediately picked up on his emotions; they always had been able to do that with each other. She instantly sensed one particular feeling above all: Frustration... and then boredom.

She sighed and walked to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. He instantly responded with a grin and with his own arms gently taking her by the waistline. "Do I sense the Captain is feeling a little bit... useless now?"

He huffed and looked down, slightly embarrassed at her sudden realization. "Aye... somewhat." He swallowed and looked back into her eyes. "You know I love you, Swan, but I can't keep pretending I'm fine with you doing all to sustain this place and me sitting in day in and day out just... leaching from your efforts. No gentleman should have to, it's bad form, love..."

"You're not 'leaching', Killian.." She reassured him, toying with his hair. "I want you here..."

"And I want to be here too, Emma, but I have to do something!" He winced, rubbing her back. "I've always looked after myself, I can't just... sit here all bloody day! I feel like I'm fast becoming some useless get with no other purpose in life than to keep his woman company..." He raised one corner of his lips upwards in a flirty but sad expression. "... no matter how much I delight in doing so."

It hurt Emma to think of him in that position; he did have a point. Captain Hook was a loud-spoken, greater-than-life kind of guy who had practically done everything but die for her... no, wait, he HAD drowned for her too... damn. She missed his boisterous self, his cocky ego and flirty personality that came as a result of his undeniable self-confidence and the unyielding trust in the ship which... ahem, he had pretty much sold for the price of one magic bean to be with her.

She stared into his eyes and nodded with a smile. "You're right. You're too much of a character to have you live like some caged animal..."

"I knew you'd see my point, Swan."

"Thing is... what can we have you do?" She side grinned. "David and I could use a deputy..."

He looked at her from beneath deep, thick, black eyebrows. "Do you honestly see me as a law enforcer, Emma?"

"No. No I don't, you're right, scratch that..." She giggled. "Hm... maybe you could find a job at The Rabbit Hole."

"The Rabbit Hole?"

"They always need bouncers and god knows you could make a few drunks behave merely by flashing that hook of yours..."

"Aye, that might work..."

"Or a barman!" She smiled. "I totally see you as a barman!"

"And who, might I ask..." He sank his lips into her neck, playfully kissing her. "...would keep my Swan warm at nights if it's night-shifts I'd work in?"

Emma giggled, feeling the sudden electric rush from his lips run down her spine. "Oh, good point... god knows I have NO idea what it's like to sleep alone."

"You might know of it love..." He kissed some more. "...but that doesn't mean you have to."

She smiled and pressed his head to her, feeling loved and happy. "Well, the Rabbit Hole opens at four... you could work part time, for a start, for the Happy Hour. Four to ten. And..." She pulled his hair far enough that he was an inch away from her face. "...you'd be back in time for Oprah."

"Sod Oprah..." he sneered and kissed her hard. "He pulled away from the kiss to smile at her. "Just in time for you, rather."

"There's that, too..." She laughed. "Tell you what, let's go there tomorrow..."

He winced. "You want to come? To the bloody Rabbit Hole? Are you daft?"

"I was at the Dark Hollow in Neverland and lived to tell the tale, Hook."

"Aye, that you did..." He scratched the back of his ear. "But I... I..."

She frowned playfully. "Oh I get it... this is one of those 'I-gotta-do-this-for-myself' moments, isn't it?"

"Not too much for a man to just want to be a man, is it, Swan?" He tilted his head sideways with a playful smirk.

"You are a man."

"Am I?"

"Oh, I can attest to that..." She returned the cheeky grin as they sort of wobbled in place. "All right, pirate..." She smiled and kissed the tip of his nose. "Have it your way."

He looked at her. "What did I ever do to deserve you, your highness?" He spoke deeply, his husky voice setting off all sorts of red alerts in her head... and body.

"Everything." She mumbled back, before pressing her lips to his in a kiss that went from kind to hungry in mere seconds.

Just as she was pulling him to their room and tugging his shirt out from his brand new black jeans (which he apparently loved with a vengeance, ´Swan, how did I go all this time in bloody leathers? This is great!´), he stopped. "The lad.."

"Hmmff?" She moaned, still trying to rip kisses out of her lover.

"Swan..." He chuckled amidst their liplock. "The boy's coming up the stairs, love!"

One thing had to be said for the man; he had the best ear in the world. He had fine-tuned his tympani to pick up the finest whistles leagues across shores for centuries and it was safe to say that Killian Jones probably had better hearing than a Bloodhound.

He tucked his shirt in just in time before Henry's key pierced the door lock. Emma fixed herself up in her room while Killian dropped himself on the couch, turning his head to greet the boy. "Hello, Henry..." He smiled from behind the book he had been reading before.

"Hi kid!" Emma emerged from the room, smiling. "How was school?"

"Sex-Ed." He shrugged as he dropped his school bag by the door. "Can't be bad."

"Oh, well..." Emma flattened her jeans. "I'm sure Killian here could help you out with all that better than me..." She chuckled.

The pirate smirked at the boy, who smirked back.

"Yeah, I'm sure he could..." Henry laughed and collapsed on the couch next to his mom's boyfriend. He then turned to him and lowered his voice. "...especially since he's all sorts of good at keeping appearances when he and my mom were about to get it on..."

Hook swallowed and felt himself blush. "What? I was right here reading a book, you cheeky sod!"

"Mh-hm..." Henry nodded with a confident grin. "You must be one of a kind... if you can read books upside down, Killian..."

The Captain stared wide-eyed at the boy before returning his gaze to the book. Indeed, the letters were all upside-down. He chuckled and shook his head, closing his eyes. "Bloody hell..."

"So busted..."

"Don't tell your mother..."

"Wouldn't dream of it." He gave the man a shoulder shove. "So... Assasin's Creed?"

"Rematch?" His eyes widened.

"Yeah, you're not bad for a one handed guy with a gamer's controller."

"There's a lot of things I do well with one hand, Lad..." He whispered, winking an eye at his nearly step-son.

"Spare me the details... please." Henry stood behind him and walked to his bedroom where he set everything up for a match. "Enough sex-ed for one day."