A/N: Here's the first chapter to get you guys going on the story. Let me know what you think about it, since this is going to be an interesting one, I want to make sure you all love it. I twisted some things around so it's not exactly alike with the show, bt it's good enough.

I should be posting every Tuesday and Friday, if I can keep up with it.

Here we go, fricking 4.3k words.

One: A New Relationship

Emma zippered her jacket up and wrapped her scarf around her neck. It was getting insanely cold now that Christmas was right around the corner. She shivered to herself and stepped out of her apartment, locking the door behind her. Then, she started for the diner.

She sat at a table outside, waiting for Killian to swagger on up to her with that stupid grin of his. It was 9AM, and he was already fifteen minutes late. Not the best way to start off a new job. She rolled her eyes and stood up, forgetting about it, because somehow she knew it would end up like this.

Suddenly, someone called her name. She turned her head, her long, blonde curls flying the other way against the wind, her cheeks growing a light pink, and a small smile forming on her face. Relief. It was him. He hadn't left her.

He sent her a smirk and pulled a scarf from behind his back. It was a dark red, with thick black stripes sewed into it. Made of wool and stitched perfectly, he held it out for her before grabbing her hand and putting it on the scarf.

"What is this for?" she asked, still stunned. She hadn't even known the man for 24 hours, and he had already went out of his way for her.

"A little gift, before we go shopping." he said.

"Shopping?" she said, raising an eyebrow.

He nodded, "Well, a boyfriend that you've been dating for 8 months and who hasn't at least popped the question yet usually has given his girlfriend gifts by now, correct?"

She blushed and started to chew her lip, which she didn't intentionally do, but his gaze averted down to her lips and his mouth dropped open. Her cheeks grew a darker shade of red almost instantly before her hand found his shoulder and gave it a warm squeeze, "Thank you, Killian."

He turned on his heel and started walking ahead of her towards the center of town, "Let's start with some new clothes, maybe?"

She caught up to him and stopped him quickly by grabbing his arm, "Why are you being so nice to me?"

"I am your boyfriend, right love?" he winked at her and linked their arms before stepping into the clothing store. He pushed her into the aisle.

She stood amazed, looking at all the options of clothing that hung on the racks. She hadn't been in a clothing shop for a good few years; she never had the money to go buy any new ones. He smiled at her - no - he smiled at her happiness. Something deep inside him told him that this wasn't going to be like any other job he had done. Something told him that it would never be just a job.

Emma ran down the aisle and to the pants rack, the many colors of jeans and cargo pants and leggings made her body scream with swaggered over to her and leaned against the rack, "Pick out three outfits, and then we can go get you a coat, a pair of shoes, and some jewelry."

"Killian, you don't have to do this, I-"

"I insist, love." he rubbed her shoulder and offered a sweet smile, "Besides, they have to believe us, right?"

She chewed her lip once more, again, not meaning to, and grabbed two pairs of jeans, and a pair of black leggings. She then went over to the shirts rack and grabbed a black and white striped sweater, a black cardigan that came with a white t-shirt, and a green fuzzy sweater. Emma hugged the clothing and turned to Killian, "Are you sure about this? I mean, seriously? You don't have to."

"I'm more than sure." he said as he took the clothing from her, their hands touching each other's in the process and leaving awkwardness in the air. He cleared his throat before carrying the clothing to the registrar and paying for it.

Emma overheard the cashier say the total was $78. She watched as Killian took out his wallet and handed the money over to the lady like money grew on trees. He didn't mind the cost, meanwhile, Emma over here was gasping for air after just hearing the price. He walked over to her and handed her the bag full of clothes; she was still stunned that he just bought it all.

"Come on, next stop is a coat." he held the door open for her before they started to walk and went into the coat shop. A red leather jacket caught her eye the moment she walked in. She walked over to it, her mouth wide open, and felt the pure leather. Inside was a layer of warm fuzz. It had a black hood and black buttons down the front. She felt his hand on the small of her back, woah, and she turned her head slightly to make her eyes even with his face.

"You like this one, lass?"

She nodded, "Yes, but it's expensive. Paying for new stuff for me isn't part of your job, Killian."

He shrugged, "It's part of my research."

He pulled it off of the rack and assisted her in putting it on; she slid her arms in and pulled it towards her neck. It fit perfectly. It was warm, warmer than anything she had ever worn. She hugged herself and closed her eyes, absorbing this feeling that started when she spotted the jacket. She took everything in, the warmth, the happiness that she was getting from just holding it and wearing it, and the feeling that someone actually cared for her.

Did he care for her? No. Stop it, Emma. This was all a big lie, just a stupid plan to fool her parents. None of it meant anything. She opened her eyes and made eye contact with him, his warm smile forming yet again. But, maybe he did care. Even if it was just a little. At least, he cared. Someone cared for her.

"Aye, it looks beautiful. I love the red leather." he said. She nodded and took it off, and the two walked over to the register.

That will be $52, please. Emma froze in her stance and gave Killian a look that he knew exactly what it meant. He sent her a shrug and handed the woman the amount of money she asked for. He handed Emma the bag with her jacket in it and walked out of the store in silence.

"Killian, wait." She grabbed his arm and stopped him, spinning his body toward her, their faces aligned and their bodies a few inches away. Killian looked at her lips and then up to her eyes.

"Yes, love?"

"Why are you doing this?" she asked.

"I'm a gentleman?" he joked, "No, I just want everything to go as you plan it will go."

"Please don't go out of your way for me. I'm not worth it." she said as she began walking.

His mouth dropped.

She was worth it. Everyone was worth it.

"Let's go get you your shoes." he said, pushing her into yet another store. He picked out a pair of black combat boots that had a small layer of fur inside of them to keep her feet warm. She tried on her size; Now she hadn't done something like this in ages. In fact, she had never gone shoe shopping, not once. She smiled as the boot wrapped perfectly around her foot, how comfortably it fit, and how instantly warm her foot felt. She looked up to him with a big smile, which helped him understand that this was all she ever wanted: happiness, care, love. He helped her get them off and purchased them; they were only $20, which was good.

Emma was now carrying five bags in her hand.

"Okay, you stand here. I'll be right back." he slipped inside the town jeweler with a small smirk. Emma stood and leaned against the brick wall behind her, looking up to the cloudy sky.

It was probably going to snow.

After a few minutes, Killian came out, his hands empty.

"Why did you go in there if you didn't get anything?" she asked.

"Aye, love, you'll know soon enough." he laughed at her. They continued to walk before Emma came to a stop.

"This is my apartment building, let me go get my bags and then we can hit the road. It's a long drive." she said, pulling her key out.

Killian nodded and let her go. He looked up at the building; It was broken down and old, windows were patched up by boards, only three floors. She walked back out of the building with one small bag.

"That's it?" he said.

"It's everything I need." she shrugged and pulled out her car keys. She beeped the horn and his head flipped towards the street, revealing a bright yellow bug.

"That's yours?" he laughed.

She nodded and popped the trunk open, throwing her bag and her new clothing in it. She pulled her new jacket on and hoped in the front seat, and started the car. She rolled down the window and leaned on the passenger seat, yelling at him, "You coming or what?"

He laughed and hopped into the car beside her, buckling up as she drove down the road. It was a four hour drive, and they were in for a long time for bonding.

"So, when will you tell me your story, Emma Swan?" he turned his head to hers, "Who is Emma Swan?"

"Well, hmm, let's make it a game. At the end you'll know everything about me." she smiled.

"Deal. Everytime I do something right you give me a detail?" he asked.

"Sure. Since you learned your information like I asked and bought me all this nice stuff, somehow proving that you're boyfriend material, I'll give you a little something." she said.

"Go ahead."

"I grew up in Boston, Massachusetts. My parents gave me up as a baby, why, don't know, hoping to find out. I was an orphan, lived in the system for a long time, never made any friends really, did all the hard work, didn't really eat or sleep." she shrugged.

"How did you get through it?"

"There was always something telling me to push through it. That I would make it through the day." she said.

"What was that?" he asked.

"A detail for another time." she smirked, "Who are you, Killian Jones?"

"Aye, me. My father died when I was a young boy. My brother and I grew up doing all the work around the house. My mother fell very ill when I turned 16. My brother, Liam, who is five years older than me, joined the military. My mother died of tuberculosis, my brother fought hard in the war and died by a sneak attack a year later. From that point on, I pledged that I would do anything to make them proud of me. Whatever it took." he said.

"So you became an actor?" she replied.

"Well, no, I-" he said, "That's for another time."

She let out an annoyed sigh as she pulled the car into the gas station.

It had been three hours already. Killian had just woken up from his short nap.

"Do you wanna try sleeping? I can drive." he asked her.

"Nope, I'm good."

He looked out the window and leaned on his hands.

"Why did you accept my job offer?" she spit out, stealing glances of him.

"I, uh, I'm not quite sure. You seemed like this meant a lot to you. I wasn't going to say no if it meant hurting you."

"Why would you care if you hurt me or not?" she said.

"I don't know, something just told me not to hurt you."

"And why are you being so nice? The reviews on your profile said you were a jerk." she said.

"Aye, yes. I am quite a nuisance, actually. I guess it just depends on the person that hires me, and what exactly they are hiring me to do." he shrugged, turning his head to the front of the vehicle, "Why do you pick me of all the men able to do this job?"

"I don't know. I just did." she said.

Of course she wasn't going to tell him that he was drop-dead gorgeous, with big muscles, a strong jawline, and the bluest eyes that you'd ever see.

Oh, no. Stop it, Emma. You cannot fall for him.

"Something just told ya to do it, eh?" he said.

She simply nodded as they saw the sign that said, 'Welcome to Storybrooke'.

Storybrooke. She had never heard of the place, actually. It was different, she felt like she was coming home, even though she had never been there before. Something was urging her to stay and investigate, and something was telling her to immediately turn around. Her grip on the steering wheel grew stronger and Killian noticed.

"Are you okay?"

"Yup, just a little nervous, that's all." she insisted, "I've never talked to my parents face to face. Only over the phone."

"Don't worry about it. You got this." he rubbed her shoulder.

She parked on the side of the road and shut the car off, letting out a long sigh and closing her eyes. Killian unbuckled and stepped out of the car, slamming the door behind him. She finally did the same, meeting him outside by the trunk to get their things. She opened the trunk, handing him some bags to carry and grabbing her own bags, before shutting the trunk and taking another deep breath. Her stomach dropped.

"Killian, I can't do this." she placed her bags on the ground and leaned against the car.

"Aye, but you can." he said. He grabbed her hand, interlocking their fingers, something that Emma had hoped he wouldn't do this early. He handed her the bags she had put on the ground and grabebd his own, pulling her towards the door of the building. Killian told the lady at the desk that they were meeting Mary Margaret and David Nolan for Christmas. She gave him a key and told him their floor and room number. Emma just kept breathing heavily, holding Killian's hand even harder the closer they got to the door.

Eventually, they made it to their apartment, and everything was heightened. Emma's hands were shaking, her heart was beating fast, and Killian could feel it all.

"Calm down, love. Put your game face on." he said, nudging her a little bit. She finally built up enough strength to ring the doorbell.

The two heard footsteps coming closer before the door swung open and revealed a tall, strong man, with dark blonde hair and a thin layer of scruff on his face. He was dressed in a blue flannel, blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black jacket. This all adding to the huge smile on his face. Behind him stood a woman, petite and short, with a jet black pixie cut. She was wearing a pink shirt with a white cardigan, blue jeans, and black boots, also adding to the smile on her face.

"Emma?" the woman said.

"You're so beautiful." the man said.

The woman rushed past the man and wrapped her arms around Emma, tears falling from her eyes. The man did the same.

Killian backed away from the reunion happening in front of him, and just smiled at the happiness in the air. He looked at Emma, who surprisingly wasn't at all scared anymore. She was filled with joy, her cheeks full and rosy, her pearly white teeth showing more than they ever had before, and her eyes, oh her eyes; they were sparkling like the moon on a clear evening. She looked up to Killina and offered him a small smile, it was worth coming inside.

David pulled himself and his wife off of Emma and couldn't stop smiling, "Don't kill her on her first day down here."

"I know, I'm just a little happy."

"Little is an understatement, honey." he replied.

"Hi, mom, hi, dad." Emma said, letting a tear escape from her eye as their names rolled off of her tongue, "This is my boyfriend, Killian."

Emma grabbed his hands and yanked him to her side, wrapping her arm around his waist and hugging him, and leaning her head on his shoulder.

"Nice to finally meet you two." he said, reaching out his hand to shake hers.

"Yes, what a pleasure." Mary Margaret said, as he kissed her knuckles, "Please, come in."

The four walked into the apartment; it was beautiful. It felt so comfortable just standing inside for a few seconds. The tree was big and beautiful, stockings hung across the fireplace, warm cookies on the table, hot chocolate brewing in the kitchen. Lights were hung across the banister of the stairs, which led up to the two bedrooms they had. Emma stood, amazed at the view. She had never felt so safe and secure than she did right now, in her parents' house.

"You have a lovely home," Killian said.

"Why, thank you, I try my best in my free time. Wanna see the guest room, where you two will stay?"

Crap. She forgot she had to share a room with him. Killian and Emma, isn the same room, in the same bed? Crap, indeed.

Killian grabbed Emma's bags and followed Mary Margaret up to their room, whilst David sat down on the couch with Emma.

"You've grown up so beautifully, I am so proud of you." he said.

"Thank you, it's really great to finally meet you."

"Emma, you need to know that giving you up was not something on our agenda." he said, touching her hand, "We were in a rough state and things were going downhill from there."

"Believe me, I understand. No worries, really." she replied.

"You seem so happy, do you have a job? What's it like? Where do you live now? How's the weather over there? Are you enjoying Storybrooke so far?" David said.

"Woah, dad, one question at a time. Of course I have a job, I, uh," she started to think, "I'm an actress. I do the community theater shows and I am starting to audition for bigger and better things. I love it, it's so fun. I live up in Boston, Massachusetts. And it's uh, pretty nice weather year round, except when it gets super cold, then I have to worry." She laughed.

"And Storybrooke?"

"It seems like a nice, quiet town. Very comfortable and homey." she replied.

"Did you start without me?" Mary Margaret yelled as she and Killian came back down the stairs, "David get up and let the young man sit next to his girlfriend!"

David laughed and did what he was told, allowing KIllian to sit next to his fake girlfriend, landing one of his hand on her knee and rubbing it lightly. She noticed this and this movement was not part of the act. It was most definitely not part of what they discussed, yet he was doing it.

"So tell me about yourself, Kilian what do you do for a living?" David asked.

"Don't interrogate the man!" Mary Margaret said.

"It's fine, really. I actually am attending school right now to become an oceanologist. I love the ocean and the animals, I just wanted to do something I could do forever." he said.

"Wow, Emma, a successful man, I like him." David said.

"How long have you been in school for?" Mary Margaret asked.

"I went for 2 years a while back and stopped because of some family issues, now I am back in the groove and have been for another 2, so I only have about 1 more to go." he smiled at her.

"Beautiful! And Emma?" Mary Margaret said.

"Like I told dad, I am an actress." she said.

"Oh! Wow! So much talent in this room here!" she clapped.

"What are you making in the oven, if you don't mind me asking, it smells so good?" Killian asked.

"My world's famous pumpkin pie." she replied, standing up and walking over to the oven.

"Believe me, it's delicious." David added.

Killian laughed, "Maybe you can teach Emma how to cook, all we ever eat is pasta and meatloaf, sometimes chicken. Or we just go out."

Emma laughed and nudged Killian in the ribs, "Maybe you can teach the both of us."

"What do you guys do on your free time?" Emma asked.

"I do a lot of gardening, I love to read, plus I'm a teacher at the elementary school down the street." Mary Margaret said.

"What do you teach?" Killian asked.

"Everything." she laughed.

"I'm the town sheriff." David said, "what a job that is."

"Is it hard, like, do things actually happen in a small town like this?" Emma asked.

"Sometimes, no, not really. The job is quite easy, actually. I really am your stereotypical sheriff, eating donuts on my free time." David laughed.

"How long have you two been married for?" Killian said, wrapping his arm around Emma.

"This will be our fifteenth year on the 30th." David rubbed Mary Margaret's leg.

"How long have you two been together?" Mary Margaret asked.

Killian smiled at Emma, internally saying I've got this, "Eight months."

Emma bit her lip and laughed inside, yelling to herself thank god he remembered.

"David, can you grab the pie out of the oven for me?" Mary Margaret asked, "Oh, I forgot to tell you."

"What?" Emma asked.

"Christmas is usually a huge thing in a small town like this, so we usually have bigger get togethers, however, this year, since you are finally here, we decided to have something a little smaller," Mary Margaret said, "There's only two more people coming, they should be here any minute."

"The more the merrier!" Killian said. Emma stood from the couch and walked over to David, starting a conversation that Killian couldn't quite make out. He turned his head and saw Mary Margaret staring at him with a huge smile. She looked like she had a huge secret to tell but she couldn't tell it.

"Do you love her?" she whispered to him.

A lump in his throat formed. Love? Killian didn't know what love really meant. He only thought he felt it once, way back when he was in highschool with a girl named Milah. They spent every minute together; they were together for 2 years. He was considering proposing, until something terrible happened. She cheated on him. He had no more room for love in his heart after that incident. He never wanted anything to ever remind him on Milah ever again. That is - until he met Emma Swan. God - she made him feel like a new man. Everything about her; her smile, her laugh, the bright red shade her cheeks would turn if he said something, even her slight insecurity about how much worth she had.

But no, This is a job. He couldn't fall for her. He couldn't fall for anyone. Not again.

"Why, yes, of course I do." he spit out.

"Well, that's good." she whispered back as David and Emma came back and joined them in sitting.

"How did you two meet?" David asked.

"Well, I went to see one of her shows actually, not intending to have a good time, actually. I lost a bet with my friends and their way of 'punishing' me was to make me go see a show. Of course I never intended to actually enjoy it or the woman starring in it, but ya know, things happen." Killian said.

"After the show, he came up to me and handed me a bouquet of red roses. A note was attached to it, asking to meet for dinner the next night. I told him that it was closing night so I couldn't make it, so he took my phone out of my hands and put his contact in it," Emma smiled at him, "And then he came to the closing night show, asking me to go out the next night."

"And she finally said yes." Killian kissed her cheek.

What the hell just happened?

He kissed her.

"And now here we are." Emma smiled and landed her hand on his, clawing his pam with her fingernails.

The four heard a doorbell.

"That's simply adorable." Mary Margaret said before standing and opening the door.

A woman with rich, chocolate brown hair, cut just below her shoulder, dressed in a black pencil skirt and burgundy blouse with knee high boots and black stockings stepped through the door. She had a big smile on, revealing her perfect teeth; this adding on to her well-done makeup, and her eyes that sparkled like there was a burning desire in them. She kissed Mary Margaret's cheek and came over to David, hugging him tightly. A young man followed her, dressed in blue jeans, a red flannel, and black sneakers. His hair was combed to the side with his fingers, and he wore a big smile as well. He looked about twelve, maybe thirteen at the most, and was carrying a gameboy. He hugged Mary Margaret and David and then walked up to Killian, shaking his hand. The woman walked over to Emma, Emma stood up, reaching out her hand to greet her.

"I'm Henry." the boy said to Killian, Emma hearing and smiling at him.

"Killian Jones, and this is Emma." Killian replied.

"And I'm Regina Mills." she stuck out her hand to shake Emma's offering a small smile with it.

Regina Mills?

The woman she gave her baby to?

Shit.

A/N: Well, here's chapter one. I hope you enjoyed it. Leave a review, I always answer them! Kisses!