I don't own anything, I do not own the cast, characters and/ or the plot of the show, that all belongs to ABC and Adam and Eddie; I am just a faithful watcher. I've called this Tá mo chroí istigh ionat, which literally means 'my heart is within you' and I love that.

Tá mo chroí istigh ionat

3rd Person

Killian sighs as he spots Emma drop another mug on the ground, flinching at the crash it makes, turning to Ruby, whose sat there staring at her new sparkling engagement ring.

"Is she okay?" Ruby asks, barely flinching, hardly paying attention as she sees how her ring sparkles in the light.

"She has a job interview later and she's stressed out lass," Killian informs Ruby, who hums like she's really listening. "And then she's going to go murder Victor." Ruby nods slowly. "Her quench for blood won't be fulfilled and then she'll kill David."

"Cool, cool, cool."

"I mean, love, she'll probably kill Mary Margaret too," Killian states, tapping his thumb ring against his mug, staring at Ruby with a little smirk, watching to see she doesn't even react.

"Been there." Ruby comments, smiling at her ring softly, humming, before her head snaps up to him. "Sorry, what?"

"Emma has a job interview." He says again, watching as Ruby is finally listening and she grins. "It's for the position as an admin in some business place, she said she wanted better but it's a job and it pays far better than here."

"Ah well, move where the money is." Ruby smiles glancing at Emma as another mug is smashed against the ground. "You want to know what I think?"

"No, but you'll tell me anyway." He deadpans, smirking at her as he takes a gulp from his now warm coffee.

With a roll of her eyes, Ruby tilts her head at him, smirking like the cat that ate the canary. "She's sexually frustrated."

He coughs audibly, spitting out his coffee into his mug, grabbing a napkin so that it doesn't go everywhere. "What? No, she's not! She's just stressed about this job, love! She's not…that. Is she?"

"Yes!" Ruby exclaims with an all-too-knowing giggle, grabbing her coffee mug. "Last week she had another awful date that ended with her having to throw water over the dude before going home and you two apparently cuddled on the couch while watching TV."

"We always do that, lass, that has nothing to do with-"

"Ah, ah, ah! Not done!" Ruby flicks her hair, shifting over on the couch to be closer. "Little Emma probably planned to have sex that night, wore her best red lace thong, the sexiest dress, and the highest heels, only to come home and cuddle with the most gorgeous man. Ever."

He blushes a little but gives her a cocky smile. "And how do you know all this, lass?"

"Well, she told me." She shrugs, leaning back in her seat. "She said she hasn't had sex in months, she got so excited, and then…asshole."

"Well, most men are arses, I apologize profusely for mankind." He rolls his eyes. "But still, Swan isn't…that."

"Sexually frustrated?" Ruby unhelpfully fills in. "Oh yeah, she is, watch." She coughs and waves Emma over, who practically runs to them, flashcards in hand to help her in the interview. "Can you do me a big favor? Mary Margaret and David have a date this Saturday and they need someone to babysit but I can't because Victor has planned a special dinner for us-"

"Babysit while you get to have sex when I haven't in five months, I'm going to say no, if anyone is getting laid, it's me!" Emma whines, making Killian groan and look away. "What?" She shrugs it off. "You know what, I don't care! Someone help me!"

"With sex?" Ruby grabs her bag. "No thanks, you're scary when you're horny." She quickly stands. "Good luck, Jones." She states as she practically runs out.

Emma slumps down where Ruby was, groaning, and pouts, looking to Killian for guidance. "Killian…help?" He glances at her. "I'm so nervous for this interview, it's been three years since I've been offered one, I just…it needs to go well."

With a sigh, Killian nods. "Alright, Swan, I'll help you so long as you get me a cookie?" He offers a deal, eyeing her up.

"Consider it done."

Killian is in his kitchen, sat in the window seat as he waits for his meal to cook. He had set it up nicely in the dining room, having planned to surprise Emma when she came round for their nightly meals together, to say well done on the first interview.

She should be back any minute and the food is nearly finished, so he thinks it should be timed perfectly.

He's made spaghetti Bolognese from scratch for her as well as a chocolate surprise dessert and a bearclaw just in case it's awful. Which it won't be he hopes.

Killian Jones is nothing if not an amazing cook.

Hearing the door close and Emma's heels at his front door make him stand, quickly walking out to go greet her, and he's greeting with a very happy face. "So the interview went well then?" He asks and Emma nods.

"So well! They said they were really impressed, I think it went very well, and they'd said they'd call tonight to let me know as there's only two to decide from."

He grins, pulling her in for a small hug before leading her to the dining room, sitting her down. "That's great and very, very fortunate."

"Why?" Emma asks as he leaves the door, looking at the table that he's already set, laying her napkin in her lap. "Wow, you've been busy-" She gets cut off when he places a full plate down in front of her, grinning at the sight. "Okay, it's official, you're the best friend I've ever had. Thank you."

He shrugs, blushing. "It was nothing, lass, just a well done, you've probably knocked their socks off and they're probably be calling you any minute now with good news."

Almost an hour later, when they've settled on the couch with ice cream after their desserts, never full, Emma's phone rings and she rushes to pick it up, smiling softly. "Hello? Hi, yes this is Emma Swan." She pauses, biting her lip, and leaves the room to take the call.

Killian sits up, listening to her muffled speaking, hoping it's good news and bites his lip softly.

After a few minutes the room next door goes silent but Emma doesn't come back, instead, he hears no movement and worries that something's happened. "Love?" He stands, slowly walking to the room next door which happens to be the kitchen, where Emma is curled up on the window seat, looking out at the docks. "Swan, how'd it go?"

She doesn't turn her head from where she's watching it rain outside, sniffling softly. "I didn't get it." She sighs, closing her eyes. "I didn't get the job, again." She scoffs. "I can't believe I was so stupid to think I would!"

"Swan," He starts, sitting by her carefully, laying a comforting hand on her knee. "I'm sorry, they don't know what they're doing. I would've hired you on the spot, did they tell you why they said no?"

Emma shrugs, glancing at his hand on his knee. "They said I didn't have enough experience." She whispers. "But what they really meant was that I'm not good enough, that's what all this means! All of these rejections or non-replies, it's because I'm not good enough for any of them!" She cries softly, burying her face in her hands.

At that, Killian quickly cups her face in his hands, pulling hers away. "Hey, hey, hey! Don't say those things about yourself love! They aren't true, I know it and so do you." He brushes the tears away with his thumb. "You will get a job, okay? You just need the right one. I've been rejected for hundreds of jobs but look at me now; I have my own business, two in fact and on the verge of three. If I can get my life sorted then you have no problems."

She sniffles, looking in his eyes, blinking away her tears. "I just…I can't work as a waitress anymore, Killian!" She cries, standing up and pacing around. "Everyone I know is getting promoted or getting married or getting pregnant while I'm getting coffee! And it's not my coffee either!" She paces up and down the kitchen. "I'm going mad in that place, I swear! If I even have to look at another cup of coffee and think about making it for someone else, I'll scream!"

"Emma, Emma, stop! Just…calm down please?" He takes her hands gently, stopping her pacing. "I promise it'll get better, I promise you'll find a job." He whispers, pulling her in for a hug gently. "I'll make it my vow for this year, Swan."

She laughs despite her upset, sniffling. "We're not married, Jones." She whispers, but there's a voice in her head that won't leave her alone.

You wish, Emma. You've wanted him since you met him in high school. You wanted him when he came back from the Navy for visits and when Liam died and he lost his hand. But even then he didn't want you. How could he want you when you're so broken? You weren't enough to even get a job let alone the man you lo-

She shakes herself a little, thinking she doesn't love him; she can't be in love with her best friend. Love brings nothing but pain and hate. She knows that better than anyone.

Besides, it doesn't matter whether or not she loves him because he will never love her back. Who could love her like this? So broken and damaged and screwed up.

Walking into his office with a smile, Killian already had a planning something in his head. He had known exactly what to do.

It's something he planned nearly two months ago but never did it in case Emma found out and got mad, but now he sees how desperate she is and how much she needs a new job, sees how crazy she's going being stuck as a waitress.

So, when on Monday morning after a week of Emma being depressed about not getting a job, he made his decision, writing something down on some paper and passing it to his assistant. "Her name is Emma Swan, I want you to say that someone recommended her for the job, but say it was anonymous. Tell her that you're hiring, not me. Understood?"

His assistant nods and he smiles softly. "Thank you, Ashley."

It's a week later when he's sat in the coffee shop that Emma comes rushing over, a giant grin on her face. "I just got a job!" She announces to the group. "A leader for designs at this new company! They build ships just like you, Killian!" She exclaims, sitting with everyone.

"Well, what a coincidence!" Killian states with a shrug, smiling. He had made sure not to tell anyone Emma knew that he was, in fact, the owner of that business and had only just made the transition to it being like his other business.

"What's it called?" David asks softly, smiling wide with pride and joy for his friend's success.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you it's called Jolly Roger and co would you?" She asks, giggling softly. "I said in my interview that my friend has a business called Hook and co but she totally didn't believe it!"

Killian looks away, something David notices but no one else does. "Well I love that name, don't you lot?" He asks and the others nod. "Honestly, well done, Swan, I'm sure you'll do cracking."

"All thanks to you," Emma says softly, taking his hand gently. "You told me not to give up, promised I'd get a job, I nearly gave up but you were so amazing. Thank you, Killian." She squeezes his hand.

Ignoring the guilt he feels all of a sudden, Killian smiles. "Anything for you, love."

So that's chapter two, wow two in one day! :) I'm spoiling myself really, I should get a life but oh well, I never had one anyway if I'm honest!