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Chapter 4

233. She knows all the words to the songs by her favourite artist and isn't afraid to sing them
232. She dances around the apartment when she thinks no one's home.


Killian was pretty sure the drive would kill him. He had been on some long voyages in his time. Spent many months at sea with only the company of ugly sailors and longed for the curves of a woman and the husky sounds a woman makes.

He had yearned for Emma too. For over a year now. Since they were parted at the border of Storybrooke and he had watched her drive over the town line and thought all was lost to him.

Now however he was reunited with her, although she wasn't all that glad to see him again, and they were on their way to save Storybrooke once more. Heroics abounding and a curse to break Killian had thought that Emma seemed remarkably chipper considering she had already stated several times that Killian had pretty much ruined her life (never mind the fact it was a lie and she knew it too).

He had thought she was handling it all pretty well. Henry hadn't seemed at all concerned apart from a momentary long look when the Pirate had called his Mom 'love'. The boy had clambered excitedly into the back of the hideously yellow bug and eagerly asked questions about his Mom's "new case" and where they were going. A few questions had popped up about Killian but Swan had quickly and swiftly answered all with curt and succinct answers until Henry felt obviously uncomfortable asking any more.

Silence had fallen with the only sounds to be heard in the bug the roar of the traffic passing by and the occasional rattle as the old metal frame went over a bump in the road.

Then Swan had put on the music. Although Killian didn't quite think it classified as music but he couldn't even get a word in as Emma began to sing along at full-volume.

"So, so what! I'm still a rock star, I got my rock moves, And I don't need you, And guess what, I'm having more fun and now that we're done, I'm gonna show you tonight, I'm alright, I'm just fine, And you're a tool, So, so what! I am a rock star, I got my rock moves, And I don't want you tonight!"

Emma was singing along in a nice but uncontrolled voice and Killian winced at both the volume of the music blasting through the speakers and at the unexpressed and barely restrained rage that was hidden in Swan's singing.

When the song ended Killian glanced back at Henry and opened his mouth as if to speak but before he could say anything the boy's eyes widened and he slowly shook his head back and forth. Killian wisely closed his mouth and turned to face the road.

That had been several, long, long, long hours ago. Since then Killian had been educated in Emma's version of angry break-up music. He didn't blame her for being a little pissed off that the guy she thought she'd been in love with had turned out to be a giant monkey with wings, or indeed that he, Killian, had supposedly wrecked her picture perfect life with Henry by coercing her to take the memory potion. Hook did however think that whilst her voice was perfectly lovely when she was singing he was going to go insane from the amount of rock and pop songs he had been forced to endure.

Several Pink songs had come up including and not limited to: So What!, Funhouse, Raise Your Glass and Don't Let Me Get Me. Kelly Clarkson with only a few songs like What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger and Since U Been Gone. Other musicians that Killian thought had exceedingly odd names like Christina Aguilera, Beyonce, Rihanna, Taylor Swift, Jessie J and Avril Lavigne.

When they finally pulled up at a gas station in the middle of the afternoon Killian almost leapt out of the bug in order to escape the torture. Emma waited until both males were out of the bug before locking it and stalking off towards the ladies toilets.

"Is she always like that on long car journeys?" Killian asked Henry as they walked towards the men's room.

"Uhh, no." Henry said as if Killian was stupid (which the pirate rather thought the boy believed him to be but Killian hadn't exactly had time to purchase suitable garments for this world nor did he have the means to legally acquire said garments so the boy would just have to get over it). "I think my Mom broke up with her boyfriend last night. He must have done something pretty bad 'cause she only brings out the Rihanna when she's having a really, really bad day."

"Brilliant." Killian said sarcastically. "So we have how much longer of this torture to endure?"

Henry glanced around at the signs before smiling sheepishly.

"At least another five hours?"

Killian groaned and wished he was back aboard the Jolly Roger with all the ugly sailors and only wishing that he could be with Emma Swan. Sometimes she made it very difficult for him to love her.


***Killian&Emma***


It was the middle of summer and Storybrooke was suffering from a drought. Regina had discovered the drought was being caused by a nymph who had suffered great grievances at the hands of Cora and so the once Evil Queen, the two Charmings and Henry were currently trying to pacify and aid the water nymph.

Killian and Emma had been on nymph watching duty the night before and had been relieved of duty sometime after 9am. They had then been put on babysitting duty which was far easier than either of them had imagined it would be. They had taken baby Neal home to the apartment and thrown all the windows open as wide as possible, hoping to let in air and get some sort of breeze blowing through the apartment.

Killian had quickly removed all his dark clothing and instead adorned a pair of thin cotton sleep pants that Emma had found for him. There was no way the pirate was putting on a t-shirt and after a couple of hours in the flat he even took off the bracer that held his hook to his arm. Of course the hook was always placed within reach so if they were unexpectedly attacked he would have some sort of weapon.

Emma had stripped Neal down to his nappy, both pirate and Saviour noting that Mary Margaret had forgone the usual Pampers for an old-fashioned cloth diaper that was far less sticky on the baby's hot skin than the synthetic fabric but far less efficient than the modern diapers were.

Orson had received a haircut right at the beginning of summer but even so the dog suffered greatly in the heat and Emma had set up a small area in the coldest part of the apartment for him with his dog bed, refrigerated water bowl and a fan to blow cool air on him.

Killian had taken over baby and dog-sitting whilst Emma grabbed a quick wash. The water nymph had attempted to escape and led to Emma chasing the not so spritely nymph through the dry bed of a lake and tackling the nymph into the dirt. Swan had moaned about the dirt covering her already irritated and hot skin and Killian had gladly offered to care for her brother whilst she wiped off the worst with a small portion of their water ration and some baby wipes.

When she returned all three males were sprawled out in her bedroom, Orson in his cool corner, Killian on top of her bed with baby Neal carefully cradled on top of his chest and the pirate's single hand covering the babe's back in case he wriggled and fell from the pirate's chest.

All of them had collapsed into a fitful rest as the night had been far too hot to even catch a wink of sleep but the day had a slight breeze that ran through the apartment and danced over their hot flesh.

**Killian&Emma**

Killian woke to the sound of music coming from the living room and as he sleepily rubbed dust from his eyes he peered around Emma's bedroom and noted that Orson was still lying in the corner of the room with the fan gently ruffling his fur.

Standing the pirate crossed to the open window and peered out to see thick grey clouds swelling towards the north. The breeze which had been mildly refreshing was now much cooler and quite a bit stronger and was a cool balm on his bare skin.

"Thunderstorm coming." He muttered happily before turning to find Emma.

Orson lifted his head slightly when he heard Killian pad over towards the door that separated Emma's room from the rest of the apartment but the bear-like dog made no indication of moving and instead panted as Killian slowly and quietly slid the door open.

He peered through the gap and was delighted to see Emma in his favourite pyjamas. He always loved seeing her in the little shorts that were decorated with tiny pink flowers and the strappy top in a pale buttercream that was decorated at the bottom and neck with just a tiny scrap of lace. He especially loved that her shoulders and legs were bared in this particular outfit and he could see all her tattoos.

Her hair was piled up and pinned onto her head in a messy bun and tendrils were falling around in wisps around her face and neck as she moved.

Killian was enchanted at the scene.

Baby Neal had been strapped into his high-chair and Emma was feeding him some form of mushy baby food that Mary Margaret insisted he ate. The domestic scene was heart-warming but Killian was delighted at the way Emma was feeding her little brother.

The Saviour with her often crusty shell and lack of adventure was dancing around the kitchen as she fed the baby. Music was being played relatively quietly from the stereo system and Killian recognised many of the songs as classic Disney tunes. Henry and Killian had managed to bond with Mary Margaret and David during movie nights were the whole family would sit and watch fairy tale movies and then the real Snow White, Prince Charming and Captain Hook would tell an eager Henry and an equally intrigued but less likely to show it Emma the real versions of the tales.

This of course had led to Killian knowing or being able to recognise several of the songs from the films and he watched amused as Emma danced and sang whilst feeding her little brother.

"Be our Guest! Be our Guest! Put our service to the test. Tie your napkin round your neck Cherie, And we'll provide the rest!"

Emma pirouetted on the kitchen floor all whilst holding the plastic bowl of baby food and the little spoon before zooming the spoon into a chortling Neal's mouth. The baby chewed and swallowed the food before clapping his hands again and giggling as Emma slid across the floor and mimicked the scene from the movie by miming throwing the bowl and spoon into the air as if tossing plates and napkins around.

Every now and again she would dive the spoon into Neal's mouth and the recently crotchety baby would eat the food without a single noise of protest.

The song eventually changed and so did Emma's dancing. Killian wasn't quite sure if what she was doing could be classed as dancing but he wasn't going to complain at the way she moved in those little, pyjama shorts or at the frankly beautiful smile that was plastered across her face as she moved to the beat.

"I would like to lift up my hands! Oh may see you, oh may tell you to run! You know what they say about the young."

Emma dropped the empty bowl and cleaned off spoon into the sink as the song picked up and she bounced, twirled and slid around the room. Her hands rose up into the air and she tossed her head from side to side sending strands of hair free from their constraints to plaster themselves against her sticky neck.

"Wellllll, I would like to hold my little hand, I will run I will. I will cry I will. I would like to hold my little hand, I will run I will. I will cry I will. Send me on my way, Send me on my way, Send me on my way, Send me on my way."

Killian saw Emma pluck Neal from the high chair and cradle him on her hip gently bouncing him as the song came to an end being cautious not to aggravate his recently filled tummy.

The pair danced to a couple more songs, Neal murmuring and burbling along in baby speech whilst Emma sang the lyrics and gently swayed around the room.

Finally Neal began to get sleepy and Emma flicked through the songs on her iPod until she found a suitable song and she lifted the chubby baby up until his head was resting on her shoulder, beneath the crook of her neck. His little fingers wound themselves into the straps of her top and tangled themselves with the rogue hairs that had liberated themselves.

Emma ever so gently spun as the song played out and Killian felt his heart throb at the motherly sight she made dancing with her baby brother carefully cradled in her arms and her voice low and soothing. He found himself swallowing back something, some words maybe but he didn't dare interrupt the moment.

"The second star to the right, shines in the night for you.
To tell you that the dreams you plan, really can come true.
The second star to the right, shines with a light that's rare.
And if it's Neverland you need, its light will lead you there.
Twinkle, Twinkle little star, so I'll know where you are.
Gleaming in the skies above, lead me to the land I dreamed of.
And when our journey is through, each time we say "Goodnight"
We'll thank the little star that shines, the second from the right."

Emma had put the song on loop and she gently rocked Neal to sleep. Singing the words over and over again until the baby was fast asleep and she could lay him down in his cot in the living room without a worry of him waking.

Instead of turning off the song as Killian thought she would Emma waited until the song started up again before waltzing around the room, her eyes closed lightly as she spun in her own little world. As soon as the last note faded however she stopped, turned the music off and glanced around the room as if checking no one had seen her moment of freedom.

Killian crept away from the door and back to the bed where he sat on the edge just as Emma came back into the bedroom.

"You awake now pirate?" Emma teased as Killian stretched and yawned pretending he had only just woken up.

"Aye lass. Did I miss anything?" Killian asked as he crossed the room and placed a soft kiss on her sweaty forehead.

Emma 'hmmed' for a moment before stepping back and shaking her head.

"Nothing to report Captain!"

Killian chuckled.

"Alright then lass. You are relieved of duty. I shall take over babysitting duties until your parents return. You go and take a nap."

233.2 Because even though he hated her choice in music he was happy just to hear some emotion from her rather than the cold persona she was trying to pull off.
232.2
Because she dances like she's flying.

***Killian&Emma***


A/N: Some more fluff for you all!

Song lyrics used in order were from:
So What!-Pink
Be Our Guest-Beauty and the Beast
Send Me On My Way-Rusted Root
The Second Star to the Right-Jonatha Brookes (Return To Neverland)

Thanks to:
Faire Peacock , RedDevil11, Anne Nonymus, Aurorellin, TheGirlWhoIsInLoveWithJapan