It really wasn't fair.
At first when Mary Margaret asked Killian to join them for family night, Emma was hesitant but secretly hoping he would say yes. Killian was, of course, completely shocked and immediately looked at David to gauge his reaction. If there was even an ounce of repressed frustration in his features then the answer would be no thank you I must check on the Jolly Roger.
Long gone were the days of needlessly bating and teasing Emma's parents, especially prince charming. He wanted to make a good impression, especially since their firsts were not so good at all. But David seemed to be truly ok for it, so he'd said yes. Emma was ecstatic as was Henry, who had been a little disappointed that Regina opted out of, granted, some of the oddest family quality time ever, in favor of a date with Robin.
Emma met her parents at the bowling alley with Hook and Henry in tow, excited to show off her skills in front of her boyfriend.
But things didn't turn out that way at all.
He had one hand- one hand! And had never even heard of the concept of throwing a heavy ball into pins, and he was destroying them all. Emma had enough in her to keep up, but by their third game both Mary Margaret and David were having enough fun watching their daughter's death match to simply opt out and watch. Henry didn't care if he was losing, he bowled for the fun of it but was definitely on his mom's side because he was a good son and hell would be paid later if he even slightly encouraged the pirate who had a knack for strikes.
They were tied when it was time for the last frame, and Killian had hit nine, wiggling his eyebrows at Emma who scowled in response. It had been cute in the beginning, watching his delight at his "beginners luck," wrapping her arms around him in congratulations, laughing as Mary Margaret asked him to bowl for her as she rocked little Neal back and forth. But then it had become clear that Hook had skill, and her competitive streak had set in.
So of course when her ball sank into the gutter on her first shot she was enraged.
"I've always made her a little nervous, it's nothing new," Killian teased, rubbing her back. Emma swatted him off- there would be time for that later. This right now was war. When the ball came back up she clutched it so tightly she swore she felt sparks fluttering from her hands.
Which gave her an idea.
Purposefully, she set the ball down right above the line and stepped back, raising her hands and concentrating.
Immediately Killian cried foul as Henry rolled over with laughter, but there was nothing to do- white savior power began emitting from her fingertips and the ball started rolling towards the pins, picking up speed until it smashed into the middle. The rest quickly followed.
Emma turned around and sweetly smiled as Mary Margaret declared her winner.
"That was awesome!" Henry exclaimed, high-fiving his mother as David patted Killian on the back with a "nice try."
Facing Killian she beamed with pride, and though he feigned outrage for a few seconds he soon walked towards her and kissed her cheek with a smile.
"Still a fan of my magic?" she asked, grinning.
"Every part of you," he replied, reaching out her hand to escort her to the bug. She took it, knowing that she'd have to make all of this up to him- it was going to be a long night.