Healing comes when we choose to walk away from darkness and move towards a brighter light.

~Dieter F. Uchtdorf

Killian's POV

I stumbled out of the bar and looked for my car... I tapped on the window, and Smee unlocked it. "No luck tonight, Sir?" He said, driving.

"Miss Lucas will not be a... Available anymore." I said grabbing a rum bottle and drinking from it. "Go home." I muffled, in between me guzzling my drink like a sailor, no, like a pirate. That's exactly what I was. I stole from people, well, it's not exactly stealing money when it's the client who just takes much from you and owes a debt over time. I drink until my hearts' content, and I pillage and plunder women like it's a game. I drink my thoughts away, and soon we pull up to my penthouse. I opened the door and stumble out a bit, but catch my drink and take a swig of it.

"Thank you, Smee!" I said, and he just rushed to my side and helped me in. "You..You." I said, grabbing his face and pointing at it "You don't ever have fun, come on Smee, a drink!" I laughed, and shoved my bottle of rum towards him; he simply pushed it back without another word and guided me up to my room, closing the door behind me.

I took a drink and walked to my vanity. I set the bottle down vigorously, I thought I broke the bottle. I rubbed my hand over my face and looked at myself. "You worthless piece of shit," I growled at myself, taking another drink and setting it down. The bottle was more than halfway gone, and I knew that I was on my way down that road as well.

I begin to take off my tie when I see her. She sat on the edge of my bed, smiling at me. She was in black lace lingerie; her black-as-night hair curled perfectly. She walked up to me and placed her hands on my shoulders, kissing behind my ear, smirking. Her hands moved to the buttons of my shirt, unbuttoning them, then running her hands up and down my chest and abdomen. She disposed of my belt and opened my fly swiftly. She reached in and like magic she was stroking me.. I groaned at her touch, soft like the silk or satin teddies she would wear. I moaned, leaning back into her touch. "Oo fuck.." I growled, and I reached around to feel her, but she was gone. Her touch, her body, she was gone.

I turned around and found her laying on the bed, "Come on captain," She smirked, licking her lips, "You have to come to bed." She said, and her words dripped of sex. My mouth turned up into a smirk and I strode over to her, kicking my shoes off; soon hovering over her body. She smirks at me, and her fingertips run down my chest to my cock. She grips it and leans up to whisper in my ear, "Fuck me captain." She said, and her smirk was an invitation to what I desired most. I groaned inwardly, and I kissed her with full force.

It was needy and hungry. It was telling her everything I wanted to say over these past dark years without her. Soon after kissing her soft lips and body, I was right where I wanted to be. Back inside my beloved. I growled and groaned as I fucked her. She kissed and sucked on my jaw, neck, and collarbone. She mewled beneath me, writhing with every touch. "Oh! Killian!" She moaned into my neck thousands upon thousands of times.

And then suddenly she stopped moaning, and her body went limp. Her entire body was as cold as ice. "Baby?" I asked- no response. "No! No! No! No!" I cried, "Baby? My love come back to me!" I shouted into my dark and empty bedroom. "Milah, come back to me!" I shouted, and her body was gone; nowhere in sight. I fisted the sheets and pillows, and growled with anger and sorrow. "Milah?!" I called out again, and my face hit the pillows, and for the first time, since the last I saw her, I cried.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!

I woke up with a groan, and my head was pounding. I turned over, and no one was there. I can't believe I even... What happened last night? Milah was here, and that's impossible... I saw water and aspirins near the bed. I grabbed them and drowned than down. Did Smee see my episode last night, or was it just a dream? I blushed, embarrassed.. Well, I was naked, so that must explain a lot to me. I stood up and looked in the mirror. My bottle was there; almost empty. I stretched and walked to the shower. I get dressed and walk down. "No coffee again, Smee?" I said, annoyed. "All the money in the world and you couldn't buy coffee?" I asked.

"Mr. Jones... Your father called," Smee explained, and I blanch. "Tell him I'm out," I said, "I don't wish to speak to him." I said, looking down.

"Yes, sir. Do you wish for me to pick up some coffee, or take you out? It's your day off, sir." He said, reminding me it was Saturday.

"No, I'll go out with you.. Drop me off at that coffee house and just leave me there. I'll find my way to a pub," I told him.

"Mr. Jones," he said, looking at me with concern, "I think you should-"

"Yeah, give my liver a break... We'll see, Smee, just take me to the coffee house." I said.

He nods, and soon drops me off at the coffee house. I grab my coffee and sit down in a chair, reading through some documents.

Emma's POV

I woke up in my apartment early and sighed. The perfect thing about my job is a night shift, and I have school in the mornings. I was in my last year of college, majored in business and fashion. I sighed as I pulled my hair into a high ponytail. I didn't have class today, but I needed to work on an assignment for my computer class. I grab my laptop, put on a PINK sweatshirt and grey sweats that look good on me, and I smiled. I grabbed my glasses and walked out the door. Plus, the coffee house had free wifi, and I needed to get work done.

I rushed into the cafe, put my glasses on, and smiled as I texted my brother that *I miss him, and that my job is great.* I order my hot chocolate with cinnamon and sit at a booth, logging onto the website I was starting up.

"Hot chocolate?" A man asked, as he sat down and passed me my drink.

I raised my eyebrow at him, narrowing my eyes and folding my arms, "Did I invite you to sit with me?" I asked, and drank some of the hot chocolate. I looked at him, confused, "How did you know I like cinnamon?" I questioned.

He smirks, and I want to smack it off his face; yet I think it's actually quite charming. "When you offered me your drink the other day," He smiled, "I remembered."

I drink it. "Why are you sitting with me, Mr. Jones?" I asked.

He smiled and laid his work out on the table. "You looked lonely." He stated, and grabbed his work, "And I was just wondering, why are you even up this early?" I said, drinking my coffee, "I mean, you work at a restaurant that doesn't even open until three in the afternoon." He said, cocking his head to one side, "You don't even do computer work at The Pirate's Tavern?"

"Someone's been watching me," I laughed, "Stalker." I teased and work on my computer as his lips go into a flat line.

"I was merely having a background check," He smiled slyly. "I watched you at the bar the other night," I said "Only tables and drinks for you," He said, looking through his documents.

"Don't you have, like, an office to work at?" I teased, drinking, "You don't have to be here."

"You're right... I just needed to get out of my home," He said, "Away from everyone else."

I nod and look at my work,"I come here for the free wifi," I admitted, "and a good hot chocolate." I smiled at him.

"You don't have wifi?" He asked.

I began to get the feeling I was not going to get any work done for school, so I close my laptop and sighed, "No, Mr. Jones, I have to save my money for other priorities. Anyway, why purchase it when I can just come here?" I laughed.

"Mr. Jones, why are you here?" I asked him. "I have work to do, and you seem to have work. So why exactly are you sitting here talking to me?" I finished, a bit annoyed.

He looked down and sighed, "You're right, Miss Swan," He said, "Just wanted to get to know you; perhaps have a chance to figure out just who you are, Swan." He concluded, standing and holding his papers.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" I smirked, gnawing on the end of my pen.

"Perhaps I would." He said, and with that he turned and walked out of the coffee shop, leaving me staring at the hot chocolate and wondering what that man was doing.

I arrived at The Pirate's Tavern s bit early. I had finished all my work at the coffee house and now I was ready to work. I had black shorts and a black V-neck shirt on. I smiled when I saw Ruby. "How was your day?" I asked as I grabbed an apron and note pad.

"Good so far... I'm moving into Victor's tomorrow." She smiled blushing, "I really like him." She said and checked the cash registers.

"That's great! So, Mr. Jones talked to me.." I said chewing on the inside of my cheek, "I'm not sure what he wants with me but, he was nice, not and ass." I laughed and grabbed a pen.

"Nice? Well he must have interest in you, which in getting the hint you might have such feelings for him." She sighed, "Just be careful Emma, keep him at arms length until you really get to know him. Okay?"

I nod and sat at the bar, "Definitely." I said," I just met him anyways." I said and walk I take orders.

Killian's POV

I walked into the tavern towards closing and smiled as I saw Swan walking by busing tables.

"Miss Swan." I smirked walking by.

"Oh no, what now?" She teased and cleaned up the table she was at.

"Are you annoyed by my presence Miss Swan?" I smiled as I lean on the table.

"It's just Emma." She said laughing shaking her head and walking to the back.

"Really Killian?" Said Ruby as she walked by. "We re closed," she said, "no drinks for you." She quipped and I laughed in response.

"I promise you, I'm only here strictly for business." I said using my business man voice that made her smile.

Ruby looked at the Flickr and laughed, "Flirting with Emma is not business. It's quite creepy if you ask me." She smiled smugly.

"Creepy?" I asked confused.

"Yes, how old are you again Mr. Jones?" She laughed.

"Probably not much older than her." I said offended and tap my fingers on the counter of the bar.

"I'm guessing you don't know how old she is." She laughed.

"No, no I don't." I said, "But I'm a gentleman so I would not ask a woman her age on our first meeting." I said smiling as I watched Emma walk out and clean up the last table.

"Mhm... Well you said you were here for business?" She said.

"Ah yes I'm here for the money." I said, "It's pay day for me." I said.

"Fine here." She said handing me an envelope.

"Thank you miss." I said winking. I stuffed the envelope in my breast pocket of my coat and walked over to Emma.

"Yes Mr. Jones?" She sighed and put her hand on her hip looking at me and I laughed a little.

"If you want me to call you Emma, you have to call me Killian." I smiled and she stood up straight smiling and nodded.

"Okay.." She said and got back to work.

"What would you say if I asked you to dinner tomorrow?" I smirk and my tongue runs over my bottom lip.

She looks at me, "How about we go to a club?" She said, "With a bunch of friends?" She smiled.

"Do you not want to be alone with me?" I laughed at her proposal.

"To be quite frank Mr- Killian, no I don't want to be alone with you." She said and smiled.

"You don't trust me? I'm quite a respectable man." He said.

"I bet when you're sober you are." She said smirking.

I looked at her smiling. "Fine. You bring a few friends and I will bring a few friends." I sighed. "I will take you out to dinner one day." I smiled at her and turned around walking out.

"You're a very cocky man."she shouted at me as I exited.

I laughed, "Very cocky!" I said smiling and left the restaurant.