I do not own OUAT, any of it's cast or characters or plots. However, I am a faithful watcher and I am very interested to see how season 7 will go. This is just a prompt thing that I found online but then as I wrote it morphed into something entirely different! I figured I would try it out and see how it goes. I hope you enjoy because you all rather seemed to like the love potion one.

Helping Hand

3rd Person

Killian groans loudly, slamming the door of his car shut, frowning. "Great, just bloody brilliant!" He yells at no one.

Of course, on the one day he needs it to work, his bloody car decides to break down after it's recent MOT where the guy said it was perfect but he made some adjustments just in case.

He wishes he knew that guys name to drive to his house and kick his ass for five square miles.

Oh, wait, his car isn't working so he can't even drive there.

After sending a quick text to Emma, he rushes to the train station, waiting for nearly ten minutes for the poxy train to come, praying that it'll hurry up. He had a meeting soon, and if he didn't make it in time Emma would have to fill in for her.

Killian thinks she's more than capable of handling it, better than himself, in fact, he's a friend with everyone who'll be there and they're all nice people, but he doesn't want Emma to have any unnecessary stress on herself.

She's nearly four months and two weeks pregnant, which he has taken great pride in telling his friends now that they can, telling anyone who will listen, and this is the stage where her hormones will be out of focus, so he won't have more stress than usual placed upon her.

He'll just have to hurry his ass up, run if he has too.

Luckily for his lungs, heart, and legs, the train come before he can go on a full sprint. He's not unfit, he has a jog every morning, but the greasy, unhealthy lunches that have been happening since Emma got pregnant have meant he can't have a lunchtime jog either.

He'll take spending time with her over his jogs any day. Just to see her smile.

With a sigh, Killian steps onto the train, taking his seat opposite a couple who seem more engrossed in reading a baby book to their small baby in his carrier than anything going on around them, and Killian raises an eyebrow, hiding his smile. It's not often he sees something so sweet on the horror of public transport so it's safe to say he's a little surprised.

"And then, Johnny," The woman reads clearly like she does it a lot and knows exactly what to do and say. "The man said yes Miss and a cup of tea." She reads aloud before finishing, and Killian realizes he must have come at the end of the book.

"I don't think he likes that story." Her company says softly, chuckling, before kissing his wife's cheek. "Maybe try The Very Hungry Caterpillar?"

"Good idea!" She exclaims happily, rooting through her bag to find the book, and Killian watches with interest.

Killian is one of those strange people on trains who actually cares about others, taking an interest in what they're doing, listening in on their conversations, hearing how other people's lives are doing. He knows it's rather rude to eavesdrop, but he likes knowing when someone had a good day or sympathizing with someone who hasn't.

However, watching these two he's interested because he'll be them soon, he'll be reading baby books to a tiny little one who relies on him and loves him, except him and Emma won't be married, and he'd probably be the one reading while Emma chimes in with her comments.

The man across from him gives him a proud look when the baby smiles as its mother reads to him. The look that screams 'that's my kid, look, I made that, he likes what I like' and it makes Killian chuckle.

One day that'll be him, one day, he promises himself.

He just hopes Emma is there too.

When he gets into work he tells her about the sweet family, after his meeting that went quite well, sipping water with her since she's not allowed coffee. "They looked quite the match, I'll say. Very sweet, and I think the baby was named Johnny."

Emma laughs softly, smiling, before pausing. "Wait, did the woman have black hair and like these big brown eyes? Like so big I'd give her a cookie if she asked? And she was wearing a pantsuit, hair in a tight ponytail?"

"Yeah, that's her." He shrugs.

"And the man, did he have on like a blue work shirt that looked pretty casual, joking around a lot, weird facial expressions at everything, basically threw heart eyes at his wife, brown hair, had an NYPD badge?"

"Okay, you either know them or you're good at this game." Killian chuckles and sips his water slowly as he hears her describing the people. "Yes, exactly right, Swan, that is them."

"Yeah that's the couple who I was really jealous of, remember? On the night we found out I was pregnant, that was who I was crying over. They're so good together right?"

"Mh, very." He smiles, taking a sip of his water as he pulls out his phone, looking through his emails. "Crap, I'll be back in a second, I have to make a call." She nods and smiles softly as he kisses her forehead, watching him walk away.

As Killian leaves, his place is immediately taken up by Regina, one of Emma's colleagues who she's technically the boss of, and Emma raises an eyebrow. Regina never comes to see her, not unless she wants something or needs a mind to poison, and Emma swivels in her chair to face her with her hand laying protectively over her little (but growing) bump. "Can I help you?"

"Yes," Regina slams a file down on her desk, before placing her newly manicured hands on her hips, her face the image of pissed off. "For some reason, I now have to go over your work according to Killian, to lower your stupid stress levels!"

"I…I really didn't know he did that, but he's probably right too, I have the really bad baby brain. I keep on saying your with an r instead of re when I'm saying you are, it's really bad." She shrugs, stroking her bump. "Why are you telling me?"

"Because I shouldn't have to do your work, I know you are far more than capable! It's just because Killian is up your ass, keeping you happy is his main and only priority, keeping you and that baby happy and not stressed. You have it so easy, Emma!"

"I wouldn't say easy is the word that I would use, but apparently you're going with that."

"You only got this job because your Killian's friend and he loves you, you're only still here because he's in love with you and has pathetic delusions that you love him back! You're hardly good at your job if you can't even do it just because you're pregnant with your little spawn."

"I think it's about time you shut up and go back to work," Emma warns, her face turning cold and irritated. "And I swear, one more insult to me or my baby or my baby's father and I will have no issues with firing you for being in contempt and unprofessional in the workplace."

Regina scowls at her with hate in her eyes, but grabs her file and storms off, making Emma sigh unhappily, wondering what's made Regina so irritated, thinking about her words.

She's just so happy that Gideon has watched the exchange from across the room where he's filing something away, and he rushes off for a few minutes before coming back, a steaming cup of hot cocoa in his hands. "Here, I hope it helps, she's been in a bad mood since you guys said you were having this baby."

"Does anyone else feel that way? And thank you." Emma smiles softly, taking the mug carefully and sips gingerly, humming when it tastes brilliant, Gideon makes the nicest cocoa apart from Killian's.

"No, not at all. Everyone else is thrilled!" Gideon assures her softly, making sure she knows everyone else is behind her. "Don't tell anyone that I told you but Aurora from Human Resources is making up a gift basket, and I put up a picture of the ultrasound on Killian's desk for him when he didn't want to take it out of his wallet but wanted to look every now and then."

"Thank you." She smiles gratefully. "I'm sure he loves it."

Gideon chuckles, nodding quickly. "Oh yes he does, he thanks me every time he sees me." He sips from his own coffee mug, thinking. "But anyway, you don't worry about Regina, she's all bark and no bite. Everyone here knows she's all talk but buckles under authority, like dogs against cats."

She laughs softly, knowing exactly what he means. "Thank you, Gideon, if you weren't here I'm pretty sure I'd go mad or cry, I don't know."

"What are friends for?"

Emma is sat in the café, sipping some hot cocoa as she waits for Killian, tapping her nails against the wooden table, and hums some tune she heard on the radio, thinking.

She considers strange things like why the man making coffee has a tattoo on his wrist and not his bicep, why the lady making sandwiches has purple hair, why the old lady next to her keeps whispering to her husband about their grandchildren every time Emma so much as moves. She ponders the fact that there are two teens that probably shouldn't be there during school hours doing last minute homework as they eat doughnuts.

Alas, she doesn't get long to ponder before she spots a red-haired lady she knows quite well, one she's been avoiding since the Regina conversation. Her sister, Zelena Mills, is the red-haired lady in question and she's making a beeline for Emma as soon as she sets her eyes on the blonde. "Emma."

Zelena has never been horrible to her, sometimes sarcastic and a bit bitchy about things like how she takes her tea (apparently it's too milky and Killian bitches about it with the redhead so it must not be meant horribly) or what shows she watches, however, Zelena is very good at her job and has offered her pregnancy tips since she found out, so she isn't all bad.

However, now she has a feeling Zelena might not like her.

"Zelena, how did you know I was here?"

"You and Killian made plans this morning to come here instead of Granny's, I didn't just guess." Zelena shrugs before settling in the seat opposite Emma, sighing. "I came because I knew you'd be alone."

"That doesn't sound stalker-ish at all," Emma comments dryly.

"I just came to apologize," Zelena states simply, making Emma raise an eyebrow. "For my sister, she was out of line and rude and just horrible to you. To be honest, you don't deserve that, especially not the things she said about your baby, and we all know how much it means to you that you're having him or her."

"B…Wait…you aren't going to defend your sister?"

"No. I wouldn't defend her if I know she's wrong, which she was, however…I do ask that you don't take it to heart, don't fire her. I know she was wrong, but, and don't tell her I said anything?"

"I promise." Emma sits up straight.

"Regina and her husband Robin are unable to have a baby, so seeing you pregnant and then her have to cover you for it might be making her a bit resentful, and definitely envious."

"Oh god, I'm so sorry, I had no idea that they couldn't have a baby. I'm sure if Killian knew he would have never done that."

"I know and she knows that too, he's a really good boss. It's just…it must be a sore spot, so I hope you take it easy on her?"

"Absolutely."

After Killian finishes work for the third day since his car broke down, he's on the train again, standing and leaning against a pole as he moves with the train, looking around to see anyone interesting and when he doesn't, he instead pulls the ultrasound out of his pocket and looks at the photo of their tiny baby.

It's something he's found himself doing more and more often, staring. Just looking, reminding, remembering that he has a little baby that he loves more than anything on this earth.

Well, Emma is an exception.

He thinks about her as he stares at the photo, wishing he could be with her, wishing he could have held her hair back in the first few months when she was sick like a dog, wishing he could go out and get her ice cream at four am just because she's craving. He even wishes he could be there for the unpredictable mood swings that she's been facing, all on her own when she's at home, and it makes him anxious.

I love you.

It's funny how easy he can think the words, practice saying then in his head like one does before they order food, standing in front of a mirror and pretend he's telling Emma, sounding confident when he says the words.

But then as soon as she's close he freezes, settling with longing looks and doe eyes with the occasional kiss on the cheek. He sounds so pathetic, even to himself.

Someone coughs from behind him and he goes to move out of his or her way but they stop him. "Oh, no, I didn't mean move. Sorry, it's just, I saw the sonogram photo and wanted to say congratulations."

Killian turns to face the person, recognizing him as the man he's been seeing every morning for the past three days, the man who knew Emma before Killian even did, but hides his surprise. "Thank you, we're very excited."

"I'll bet I've been there." He chuckles, leaning on the doors, obviously reminiscing on his own son that Killian sees so often with him. "I'm Andy, by the way, you're new. On the train I mean, not in life. I mean you must be old enough to have a baby and all of that so you can't be new in life, that's crazy, please shut me up."

"I'm Killian." Killian offers him a hand and shakes his, chuckling. "It's okay, I'm kind of a bubbling mess around new people, and the baby's mother. I'm a nervous wreck around her." He looks at the photo. "The thought of her makes me both terrified and so, so happy."

"I was the same, my wife and I were happy but scared, it's only natural, and I promise you that."

"Except…she's not my wife." Killian purses his lips. "I'm her best friend slash donor."

He doesn't know why he's revealing so much, possibly because he sees this man every day, has seen so much of his life and already knows so much yet he knows nothing about Killian. All he knows now is that Killian is a sperm donor for his best friends baby and that he's a colossal wreck around her, which (admittedly) would not be the best Tinder profile, in fact, Killian is rather surprised that he doesn't seem phased.

Instead, Andy just takes a glance at the ultrasound. "Emma Swan is the mother?" He asks curiously. "I've seen her on here, every morning, except not recently."

"I order her a cab every morning, public transport can be dangerous if no one is there to support her and she's hugely pregnant, but don't tell her I said hugely if you see her."

"Got it."

"But…how do you know her name? I mean I've been getting the train for a few days and I only just learned your name." Killian ponders, already knowing the story but wonders if he remembers too.

"Oh, uh, a little while back I kind of helped her out and she had to tell me her name to do something for her." Andy shrugs; looking nonchalant about the fact he might have saved Emma's life that day since he was the only one who bothered to help her. "It's all part of the job, though, to help." He directs Killian's attention to the NYPD badge, before shrugging again.

"You saved her," Killian states simply. "In a diner, I believe she said. When she fell into the table, you helped her. So…you saved her, and I'm eternally grateful you did." He says sincerely, making the other brunette male look rather surprised. "I just wanted to see if you remembered, she remembers you well."

"I would never forget, I was scared for a woman I didn't know, probably would never know, and I wanted to save her. That's how I knew I'd be good in the NYPD, helping. It's what I'm good at."

"I'm sure she'd appreciate knowing that you remember."

"You think?"

"I know."

Andy nods slowly, eyeing him for a moment like he's using his detective knowledge and skills, humming. "You want to know what I know?" Killian nods and gestures for him to go on, interested in what he thinks. "You're in love with her."

"Tell me something I don't know." Killian chuckles.

Killian stares ahead at something, or rather at someone, David thinks as he watches the brunette smirk at something across the room.

They were having dinner at Killian's, nothing special except for the fact they wanted to talk about the baby with the soon to be parents, and Mary Margaret was more than excited to help Emma with little tips during her pregnancy.

However, David had thought he could just give Killian a pat on the back and say congrats, but now he has to give him tips. He's just lucky Liam is there, or so heshe thought. But Liam wasn't exactly the most helpful guy to have around considering him and Elsa have no children and don't seem to want to.

"Why do women have to give tips and insist their husbands do the same?" Liam had complained, sipping his beer. "God, pregnancies freak me out. Someone inside someone else, and coming out nine months later, no thank you!"

"Where exactly are you intending on being when you and Elsa have a child one day?" Killian asks distractedly.

"We won't, not yet anyway." He shudders a little. "She gets shivers whenever someone mentions it."

"Okay, theoretically, where will you be?" David asks, looking to the older Jones brother.

"In the waiting room handing out cigars and cracking jokes." Liam shrugs and Killian can't help but chuckle.

"So, my brother seems to think this is the fifties." Killian comments and Liam punches him in the arm. "Well I, for one, intend on being next to Emma, holding her hand, coaching her through it."

"Yeah but you're in love with her." Their both shocked when Killian doesn't deny it like he usually does. "What? No comeback?" Liam frowns a little. "Or…"

"You're right." Killian swallows softly, watching as Emma holds up a maternity dress from Mary Margaret for him to see, giving her thumbs up. "I love her."

I know loads of you are waiting for them to have sex, and to be honest I would be too if I were you, but I said slow burn and unfortunately I meant like super slow burn :) So sorry, but not yet. Maybe soon though... Also, I had a reviewer saying that their friendship without the sexual tension does not convince them (if you're reading now, I had to use Translate because I don't know what you said, I think it was Portuguese, so I'm sorry if I got it wrong) but I didn't want this to be that way. I have chosen to write this as a slow burn, tentative, contemplative and sorta sensitive fanfiction. I don't want to be like everyone else with the sexual tension stuff, so this is just my style you know? I mean thanks for the feedback and I appreciate it greatly, but I just wanted you to know that this is a deliberate thing. :)