It had been a few days since the last time she had seen him, Killian- or should she still call him Hook? And Emma was surprised that he didn't cause a single disruption; whether it was a crime, or harassing someone, or even seeing her. None of those happened, not one. She didn't actually think he would be so obedient because... well, he was a pirate. The phone rang and she snapped back to reality, dropping some of the papers she was supposed to fill out.

"Sheriff station, how may I help you?" she asked, hoping it was maybe David calling- but if David was calling, maybe to tell her she could get off work for a while, he would have called her cell.

"Hey Emma," it was Ruby, "Hook's looking for you. I don't know if I should send him though."

"Send him here, Ruby," she replied, trying to hide her enthusiasm, "it'll be fine. I'm bored anyways, and what's better than locking a pirate in a jail cell just for fun?"

Ruby laughed, "Alright. I'll let him know." She hung up and Emma just stared longingly at the phone- she wanted to see Killian- Hook, ugh, screw it- she'd call him Killian from now on unless she's in front of anybody. He would entertain her with all his... Well, stories, and if he didn't want to tell her stories, she'd make him.

A smile spread on her face like fire consuming a paper or a forest, and she looked down. Maybe she can finish her paperwork before Killian comes charging in... Maybe... A bang on the door made her snap up and she tried not to grin or show any signs of enthusiasm when she spoke:

"What brings you here on this fine day?" she asked blandly, trying to start what would hopefully be a normal conversation. "Wouldn't you be like, sailing around or doing who knows what in that lovely boat of yours?"

"You suck at this," he said, placing himself on the chair next to her. "How's your day? Been boring?"

"How did you know?" she asked, a look of curiosity crept over her.

"Well, I figured that since I haven't been around you, you might have been sad and disappointed," a smirk appeared on his face. "I bet you are super excited about me being here."

"Think again," Emma replied, turning her attention back to her paperwork. He wasn't as bad as she thought he would be.

"You know, you're not the only lie detector in this word," he commented. "But then again, super excited might be an understatement."

"What makes you think that?" she questioned, looking at him from the corner of her eyes. His black hair as messy as it always was, his piercing blue eyes looking right into her, she swore if they can just stare her soul down, they would.

"Like what you see?" he smirked, how could he tell that she was looking at him? Weren't her bangs covering it?

"Well, answer my question," she looked up, and swept her bangs from her face and behind her ears. "What makes you think that?" she repeated, eyeing him, twirling the pen in her hand.

"Well, it's quite simple, really, love," he faked a smile. "You've been missing me, no?"

"That wasn't the answer to the question," she hissed back at him. "What makes you think super excited is an understatement? Because for me, 'super excited' is quite the overstatement."

"It's not an overstatement," Killian replied, fiddling with his hook. "I mean, you were bored, weren't you? Or were you not?"

"Well," Emma started, "I was bored."

"And you need someone to talk to?" he continued.

"Well, yes-"

"And you're happy that I'm here so you have someone to talk to?"

"I wouldn't say happy."

"Of course not," he replied, "you would say you're super excited."

Emma sighed, closing her eyes briefly. "Alright, I give up. Entertain me, won't you?" Emma looked down again, gripping the pen from the space between her index and middle finger and started writing. Sure, it was quite difficult writing like that… Well, not difficult, but her writing turned out strange and sloppy—well, sloppier than it usually was.

"Well, it all depends, how do you plan to be entertained?" he smirked his winning smirk, and Emma just sighed. Seriously? "I mean. I have many ideas right now, would you like to hear them my lady?" he licked his lips as Emma sighed. Typical Killian: can't go a while without changing something normal into an innuendo.

"Maybe a story?" she suggested, trying not to be bothered by his innuendos, but truth was: she really enjoyed them. It always made her laugh, or well, silently laugh.

"How about the story where I met the amazing Emma Swan?" he asked, chuckling.

"Maybe a story I wasn't in," she suggested. "Like… Oh, I dunno, Peter Pan?"

"It'll end up there somehow," Killian sighed, "which Peter Pan?"

"Wait just a minute here," Emma raised her stare at him, "you mean there's more than one Peter Pan?"

"I mean. Me or the evil one in Neverland right now," he corrected himself.

"How about both?" she asked, and he looked away, put his foot on the table and shrugged.

"If you insist," Killian replied, now staring straight at her. "Well, me? I was always Peter, I guess. I'm quite sure that was my birth name," he wrinkled his brow. "Anyways, I just went around playing with the lost boys and all that. Neverland was quite normal and happy back then, but after a while, when I decided to grow up, the boys didn't want to be my friend anymore. Even if I was just going to grow up a little bit, not even a few years so I was two decades—20 years old. Apparently they were only going to let me be Peter if I didn't grow up. I declined, obviously." His gaze flickered to Emma, to see if she was actually listening or not, "so I ran."

"Ran?" she interrupted.

"Don't. I'm telling a story," he sighed before continuing. "Anyways, I changed my name and dyed my hair." He ran his hand through his hair and Emma saw a flicker of ginger in it, "never recognized me, those lost boys. I came back to my father, but of course he didn't remember me either, so I reminded him and he decided to take me to travel through the realms as a welcome back present."

"And something bad happened?" Emma predicted and he just glared at her. "What?"

"Maybe, maybe not, just listen, won't you?" Emma nodded and he started again, "by that time, another person became Pan. The lost boys respected him, of course, because he was Peter fucking Pan for goodness sake. So they followed him, even thorough all the evil he does. Taking children after a seer told him that the next Peter was going to take over soon. Didn't stop doing so, but he also tortured them into giving information they didn't know. Nobody could do anything, not the fairies, not anybody, really."

"So are you going to continue telling me about you and your father, or are you going to tell me more about the evil Peter Pan and him torturing children?" Emma's left brow went up in curiosity and Killian just shot her a glare that clearly said to shut up and listen to the story. "Continue," she crossed her arm and placed the pen behind her right ear, she couldn't work with a story as interesting as this.

Killian took a deep breath, "so continuing the story about me and my father. We packed our stuff and all of that, right. I was young and I didn't realize why he was wearing a mask and a hood; I do now. Well, my father. Whether you want to refer to him as Davey or not, he was wanted. Wanted for a crime I was pretty sure he didn't even to. Steal from the fairies. That's the worst crime ever, actually, in Neverland, anyways. Those fairies can be pretty nasty. Not Tink, of course, but the other ones." He let out a sharp whistle, "and don't ask; I will stop talking about fairies. Back to my story, they didn't recognize him, but when he thought they did, he fled. Left me behind, and that ship is strictly have a parent or get off. And they found me in the morning, just as I found out my father fled and threw me off board. I was what? Seventeen at least, so I decided to join a pirate crew. The only one that would take me is this one crew commanding the Jolly Roger-"

"Wait, you stole the Jolly Roger?" Emma asked, she always thought he had bought it or like... Build I, not going around stealing it.

"Aye," he answered, his eyes traveling from his hook on his lap to her forest green eyes. "I was on board for quite a while; I was what? Twenty five or so actually, they all went down for a break; drinking rum and all that stuff. Bicker about gold, treasure, and other realms that they could visit. The Roger was actually the only one that can travel through multiple ones in a row, all the others have to rest at least a week and have to be tended to in case there are any cracks. The Jolly Roger though? It's a though lass."

Killian paused for a moment, as if remembering the story, Emma was quite sure it was like three centuries ago at least. "I had to stand guard, so other people wouldn't think of stealing such a ship. Apparently they didn't think about me stealing it. When they got out it was gone, and so was I. I left Neverland and traveled to the… you know, Enchanted Forest and to other realms; the Enchanted Forest being my far favorite and least favorite, almost beating Neverland. I met Milah," his voice cracked at the sound of her name.

"You don't have to tell me if you don't want to," Emma stated, she could see how much it was hurting him to just say her name, she didn't want to know what it would be like when he actually told the story. She would feel uncomfortable talking about Neal, but her voice wouldn't crack because she had gotten over him; she didn't care if he loved her again, but that was only because his fiancée was trying to kill him and other people. Emma bet if he didn't know, he would still be calling her a jealous ex and all that shit. Emma wouldn't care if Henry wanted her to be with him just because they would be a 'proper family'. "I mean… I can tell how much you're hurting, so you can just tell me another story or we can sit here in silence."

Killian shook his head, what? Why? "You deserve to know," she met his eyes and it was slightly red. They sat in silence, if he wanted to tell her, he could. If he didn't want to, she wouldn't care; it was his choice after all, and she wasn't going to push him into doing something he doesn't want to do. Emma mimicked him and put her feet on the table too, and she put her hands on her knees. They were sweating, why? She was staring at him and his crystal blue eyes, her eyes dart to his ears, now she noticed that it was pointy. Killian closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"I met her in a bar. She was really interested in my stories, about all the realms and such. We drank and we played for quite a while. One day, her husband— Rumpelstiltskin, came along and she just dismissed him, but you know… Her son, Baelfire came and she had to leave. A while later, she decided to leave the tad little boy, Baelfire, for Rumple to tend by himself and we would come back when he was older." Killian paused for a moment his brows wrinkling and his face looked like someone just stabbed him.

"It's alright," Emma insisted, "you can stop. You don't have to tell me. I'm nobody important and I shouldn't be involved with you at all in the first place, being in-between you and revenge or whatever you want now that is."

"No," the word escaped Killian grimly, "I said I would tell you, and I will." Emma nodded and he continued, "quite a long time later, I went to the pub I went to before. Apparently, Rumple had become the dark one and he followed me back to the Roger. Asking me about Milah-" his voice cracked at the sound of her name, Emma was going to say something, but she figured that Killian would just tell her that he will tell her this story and continue. "I told him she died for I didn't want Mil—her to get in huge trouble and such. We fought and he was just about to kill me before she stepped out and proposed a deal. She would give him a magic bean for our safety. All Rumple did was laugh and agreed, so the next day or so, he appeared on our ship and we played with him a little. Took my arm trying to get the bean," he stopped to point to his hook, a smug smile on his face, "it was in the other hand though." Killian held up his right, good hand, "anyway. He thought he had the bean. And he tied me to the mast and ripped her heart right in front of me and crushed it; saying that it was for abandoning Baelfire and all that.

"So I became Captain Hook," he sighed, pointing to his hook once again, "and I used to bean take us to Neverland. I would never grow up—we would never grow up. And there, I plot my revenge for Rumpelstiltskin."

Emma just looked at him and nodded her eyes full of sympathy. "It's getting late," Killian stood up and Emma finally looked up at the clock; it was five. "I should go, but I have a feeling I would be seeing you tomorrow, Emma. Correct?"

"If you stop by," Emma replied, shrugging.

"I will remember to stop by then," Killian smiled, not a smirk, or a flirty smile. An actual genuine smile, like the ones he gave her during their adventure on the top of the beanstalk with the giant, Anton.

"I will see you," Emma said and Killian just suddenly pulled her into a hug and then pulled back, saying, "good night, Emma."

"Good night, Killian," she said, it was her first time today saying it out loud; sure she had said it in her head and such, but she actually said it out loud. He turned back and smiled once again before actually going back to the Jolly Roger.

"Hey Ruby," she approached the counter to order her drink, "I'd have the… you know, the usual. Chocolate topped with cinnamon."

"Yes, I figured," Ruby replied as Emma handed her some cash. "And I wonder what's going on between you and Hook?"

"What?" Emma was caught off guard, "noth- nothing is going on between us. What's that supposed to mean?"

"I meant, after your trip back from Neverland and all that," Ruby spread her arms as if saying 'what can I say?' "You've been spending an awful lot of time with."

I wish, Ruby. I wish. You don't even know. "What do you mean by 'awful lot'? I barely spent any time with him."

"I do remember the time you two spent the whole day together," Ruby informed, handing Emma her beverage. "I mean. You came in, ordered chocolate topped with cinnamon and dark coffee. Then at lunch you came back with him and ordered pizza. Then you just left; I mean, you really think that I wouldn't know?"

"I-" Emma stopped dead, "he teaching me how to sail." Ruby just raised an eyebrow and nodded, "sure, Ems, sure. But I know love when I see it."

"What? No!" Emma replied faster than she should have, making everything even more suspicious. "I mean, we're just friends."

"Just friends?" that accent was all she needed to know that Killian had just entered the café. "Pity, I thought I meant something to you, Swan."

Emma rolled her eyes and sighed. "Too bad no," she shrugged standing up with her drink and bid Ruby goodbye. "Too bad," she whispered as she passed him to go to work, "too bad."

"I seriously hope you were kidding," Killian rushed out and made his way to her.

"You never know, would you?" Emma smirked, looking at him. "I mean, what do you think, Killian?" his name flowed out of her mouth like it was the easiest thing to say, and it was.

Emma made her way to her seat in the station, and there was David. This wasn't going to be good, was it? "Hey?" she greeted lamely, was she supposed to call him dad now or was she still supposed to call him David?

"Hey Emma," he said from his clenched teeth, giving Killian a death stare. "What are you doing here?"

"Just making sure the lovely lady over here," he gestured to her, "made her way here safely."

"She knows her way around town. And there's no one here to kidnap the Sherriff for goodness sake," David sighed, putting his hands on his hips, that was his signature.

"You never know mate," Killian shrugged and Emma made her way to the chair she sat on yesterday, placing her mug on the table and pulled out some paperwork.

"Well she's safe now," David now crossed his hands, "so you can go."

"I'd rather much stay here," Killian shrugged, making his way towards the chair he sat on yesterday, but David blocked him.

"If you'd rather much stay, I have a better place for you to be," he spat out and pointed to the empty jail cell.

"David," Emma sighed and he just looked back at her, confused. "It's fine, I don't really care."

"But I do," he snapped back and just glared at Killian.

"Fine," Killian shrugged, changing his direction from the chair next to Emma to the jail cell and placed himself on the bed. "Happy?"

"Yeah, after I lock you in," he gritted, but Emma grabbed her father's arm, saying, "it's fine. Just let him be. I'd rather much enjoy him telling me stories than complain about being locked in a jail cell."

"So you'd like to hear the rest of that story?" Killian asked from across the room. He was chilling on the bed, playing his hook.

"I thought you were finished," Emma made her way back to her seat, casually glancing at her father, just in case he decides to strike. "I mean, you stopped at getting revenge with Rumpelstiltskin."

"That's not all," Killian sighed and she looked up, puzzled, her brow furrowing. "I mean there's more, about how I knew Baelfire and such, like it hear it love?"

"Err… Sure," Emma shrugged, what's the harm?

"Don't call her love," David was next to her and she had to grab is arm and pull him down.

"David—Dad, he's a pirate. What more did you expect?" Emma eyed him carefully and he looked down, not knowing what to say. "That is as well behaved as Kill—Hook going to get with you—I mean—as well behaved as he would get."

He looked up, his brow wrinkling for she had corrected her words a few times. Emma could tell he was thinking that something strange was going on. "Alright fine, one more time and you will get punched in the face."

"How nice," Killian replied in a fake sweet voice, which sort of, kind of, scared the shit out of Emma. "Anyways, a while later, I fished a boy from the sea; I think you know who it was."

"Neal," Emma looked up and placed the pen on her ear again, "I mean Baelfire."

Killian grimly nodded, "aye. I spent a while with him, actually, until he found out I was the pirate that 'took' his mom and he actually said I killed her." Killian let out an unsteady chuckle, "so I told him the truth. You know, I don't want repeat it and such, so it was what I told you yesterday-"

"Yesterday?" David growled from next to her.

"He stopped by yesterday," she replied, turning her gaze from Killian's eyes to her father's. "Don't worry, it's alright. He didn't do anything."

David growled, his eyes narrowing, "continue, Hook," he spat out the name like it was poison. Why? He had helped us find Henry; he risked his life a few times in the process. He came back for me—for us.

"Anyways, he wanted off board, so I let him. Well, technically, I let him. The lost boys wanted every new newcomer, and they came aboard the day we rescued him. I let them take him; it was his request after all. Never saw him again. Until when you knocked me out in Manhattan." He let out a sly grin, eyeing Emma as she let out a chuckle.

"Yeah, sorry about that; but I wasn't the one stabbing the dark one with a poisoned hook," Emma mused, a smile grazing on her lips. Killian let out a grunt from the cell and stood up.

"Well, seeing that your father won't leave," Killian made his way to stand in front of the cell. "I might as well go. We can't do anything with him around." Killian winked and Emma sighed, grabbing her father so he wouldn't pounce on him. "See you around, Emma."

"See you," she replied, she would have called him Killian, but then David would be confused and probably get mad. She could have called him Killian, or Jones, but that would probably make David really confused and he would become overprotective. And she didn't want that.

"Seriously?" David's mouth was open and he pointed to the door. "I hope you're kidding."

"What?" Emma asked innocently, taking her pen from behind her ear and continued her paperwork. "I didn't do anything wrong."

"Sure," he said sarcastically, rolling his eyes. "I don't think you should be around him."

"Dad," yup, she just might get a little passionate about this, but she also had to hide that she actually enjoyed spending time with Killian. "A) I can do whatever I want without parent consent: I'm 28—almost 29 for goodness sake. And B) if I were to end up with somebody and have a happy ending, I'm quite sure it won't be him. But if it was then I'm sure I won't need you to approve of it and such."

"Emma, I just want the best for you," he sighed, pulling her into a hug and kissed her temple. "Your life hasn't been the easiest, and I want you to be happy. Not being tortured into something you don't want to do, especially if it was with a pirate."

"I know," she replied softly as David made his way to the door.

"Well, I'm going to go. See you at dinner," he said over his shoulder and she nodded, sitting back down on the chair and put her feet on the table.

The phone rang a while later and she picked it up, "sheriff station. How may I help you?"

"Is he gone?" it was Killian. Obviously, who else would it be? She didn't know who she expected.

"How'd you get ahold of a phone or the number?" she asked, ignoring the question.

"The answer is quite simple, really," he replied, "I might have knocked someone out and taken his phone. But don't worry I'm going to give it back. So answer my question."

"He just left," Emma sighed, "Don't do that again, alright?"

"I'd do whatever it takes to get to you, my dear," he purred before hanging up.

A few minutes later, the door bang open and Killian calmly made his way to the chair next to her and placed his foot on the table. Emma knew it was Killian, who else would do something like that? They would have at least greeted her. "Want any more stories?" Emma looked up, meeting his crystal blue eyes.

"Depends," Emma shrugged, "what story do you have that's interesting?"

"Technically, none that you'd like to hear," Killian confessed. "Why won't you tell me some of your stories? Like when you tied me to the tree and tortured information out of me. I told you Killian Jones. And that my moniker was Hook, and then you said 'as in Captain Hook?' How did you know?"

Emma stopped writing—or doodling whatever she was doodling and looked up at him. "In a movie; I'll show you if you stop by the apartment," she replied.

"I won't forget," he smirked, turning his attention to her. "What is that anyways?"

Emma looked down at her drawing and shrugged, what was she trying to draw? Buzz Lightyear or something like that. Emma would have told him, but then she would have to show him the movies and it'll be tiring, that and the fact she only had the first two. "I dunno," she lied, "just lines."

"Ah, I see," he eyed carefully. "You're almost as good as me, just a few more go's and you'd be better."

"'Almost as good as me'?" Emma questioned, raising an eyebrow, "I'd like to see you try." She ripped out a paper and handed him a pencil, "draw anything you like."

"Emma," she looked at him and he was staring at her intently before he grabbed a book from the drawer and started drawing. Emma was tempted to look, but she didn't want to incase it would make him uncomfortable, so she continued to do her paperwork. Killian tapped on her shoulder a while later, and handed her a folded paper. Slowly, she opened it and all she could do was gasp. It was a realistic portrait—of her—that he sketched in just… What? Ten minutes?

"It's-" Emma was speechless, "it's beautiful."

"I don't think I captured all the details though," she turned, her brows wrinkling as he said that. "I mean look at that and look at the mirror. Take no insult because this is way uglier than you."

Emma's eyes widen and she shook her head, "no it's not. It's beautiful and it's better than me."

Killian let out a chuckle and shook his head, "whatever you say." He let his hand trail on her face, from her forehead to the lock of hair that was covering her face and placed it behind her ear, a smile grazing on his lips. Then he caressed his hand over her cheek and kissed it.

Emma froze in shock; she didn't actually think Killian would kiss her. She meant sure, he would kiss her temple or hug her but that… She wasn't expecting that.

"I'll see you tomorrow," he bid farewell to her a smile grazing on his lips. "And David wanted me to tell you Henry wants you to pick him up."

As soon as he left, Emma folded the paper into four and placed it in her back pocket; she was going to cherish it forever. A smile identical to his also crazed on her lips as she slowly let her hand touch the place where his lips touched her cheek. She let out a sigh and placed all the things back on the desk and opened the drawer to place the book back in, but she froze when she touched a piece of cloth. It was the scarf he had used to bandage her hand with. It still smelled like rum and she brought it to her nose and wrapped it around her neck, glancing at the clock. It was time to pick up Henry.

Emma was just about to shower when she heard a knock on the door. Who could be coming so late? "Killian?" she choked, and then looked around, only Henry was there. And she hoped he didn't hear her. "What are you doing here?"

"You invited me for a movie, if I heard right?" he asked and she chuckled, moving so he can come in.

"Hook!" Henry practically shouted, jumping up and down, "what are you doing here?"

"Hey lad," he greeted, coming to meet Henry, "you mother invited me over to see a movie."

"You did?" Henry looked up excited and she just shrugged. "Alright! Which one?"

"Umm… That one with Captain Hook in it," she spread out her hands when Henry just looked at her. "I forgot alright? I'm going to shower, see you guys." Emma looked back, and saw Killian jumping on the couch, waiting for Henry turn on the movie. She was surprised that he wasn't questioning about the TV or movie or anything like that.

"Oh, come on, seriously?" Killian groaned and Emma looked to see what he was looking at. Captain Hook had just appeared on the screen and Henry couldn't help laughing. "Is that where you know me from?"

"Basically," Henry replied, shrugging. "I'd much prefer you instead of that Hook."

"Yeah, I do to," Killian sighed and Emma made her way behind the two boys on the couch and ruffled both of their hair. They looked up in unison and rolled their eyes before turning their attention back to the movie.

"This is where you know me from?" he hissed and Emma just nodded. "This is bad for my ego. Terrible."

She laughed and kissed both of their temple, "good night, guys."

"Night," they replied, their attention both fixed on the movie. Tomorrow would be Saturday—finally, and she would be able to spend it with Killian. He would teach her to sail and hopefully sword fight. Emma fell asleep with a smile on her face.

A/N: It's a long one, no? Anyways, I hope you like it. I'm planning for Neal to come back soon and then... *sings* DRAMA... Review? Ideas are always welcomed.

PS: Remember when I said I would update daily after I finish SD? Well, that's not going to happen, maybe twice a week? 'cus daily makes me rush and the chapters will be crappy *see my other two stories*