A/N: It's been almost two months since I last updated this; I've been suffering pretty serious Writer's Block. I'd love some reviews on this, this is seriously my little baby and it makes me super excited to know that people are enjoying this like I am. So here, have this massive hunk of a chapter! Enjoy!

"You didn't wake me up before you left." Killian covered his mouth with the back of his hand, stifling a yawn as he stretched, his eyes on Emma as she walked across the room, placing the bag of food down on the small table. "I woke up and thought you'd skipped out on me."

Emma shot him a look, rolling her eyes, "I am not the one who skips out people." She said, though the comment wasn't meant to be cruel, the teasing comment held meaning for her. "I got you hot cocoa and grilled cheese." She held up the brown paper bag, striding back towards the bed and handing him the to-go cup. "With bacon, just like you always liked it."

"Perfect. Thank you, love." He said warmly, stretching his arms over his head, before throwing his legs over the side of the bed and rising. Killian took the cup from her hands, making a concentrated effort to have their fingers brush.

Emma shrugged off her leather coat, tossing it to the floor beside the bed, moving across the room again to sit down at the table. "The diner's pretty nice. It's a shame that you're sort of stuck in here." She gave him a skeptical look. "Still sounds like some sort of excuse to keep us in the bedroom the whole time that we're here."

Killian laughed, taking a long sip of his cocoa as he sank down in his seat beside her. "You have so little faith in me. "You're going to be exploring the town, without me, love."

"Everyone seems pretty nice here," She said, snatching her sandwich out of the bag before passing it to him. "It's a shame you can't go out with me so you can point out who everyone is. Like… I don't know, Snow White and Prince Charming." She retorted sarcastically, taking a bite of her sandwich.

"Your parents."

"Shut up."

Killian smirked, "The reason I loved you so, you're so damn stubborn. A true challenge."

Love. He'd loved her or still loved her and those words still made her heart ache. She trusted him, to some extent, but she doubted that full trust would ever be restored between them. She'd built her walls up so high and even Killian might not be able to crack through them anymore.

Killian met her eyes, flashing a hesitant smile as he started eating his grilled cheese. "Pass my regards on go Granny, if you please." He said, trying to fill the silence. "She makes the best."

"It is pretty good." Emma agreed, pulling off the crust and eating it. After a few moments' silence, she spoke again, "You're not going to let up on the fairytale thing are you?"

Killian chuckled, nudging her leg beneath the table with his toes, "Aye. Sooner or later, you'll believe. I know you will."

Emma arched a brow, trying hard to resist the urge to roll her eyes. "That's probably not going to happen. So you're going to be trapped up here for, forever." She said, putting on an ominous voice.

He smirked at that. Killian moved his cup out of the way, his eyes never leaving her face. He leaned close, dropping his voice low, "Forever with you? That sounds like heaven Emma."

Her eyes widened, swallowing thickly, "I-.. You're crazy." She said, shaking her head, trying to dismiss the spark that ignited within her. "Stop looking at me like that." Emma said, though she didn't sound like she wanted him to stop.

"Like what, Emma?" Killian questioned, bringing his hand up to cover hers, trailing his fingers over her skin. "How am I looking at you?" His voice was low and smooth, purposely trying to torment her.

"I'm eating." Emma said, looking down at the empty spot in front of her. She'd already eaten her sandwich - that excuse wasn't going to hold up, that was for certain. "Killian." She whispered, her heart pounding in her chest.

Killian smiled at her, that adoring sort of smile that did far more for her than any seductive gaze in his blue eyes. Few people had ever looked at her the way that he did. "I think I just keep trying to make up for lost time." He said, stroking her hand gently. "But I'm not going to apologize for that."

"I don't want you to," Emma said, her voice wavering as her eyes flickered between his impossibly blue eyes and his lips. Her heart was pounding in her chest, pulse thumping in her ears. "I really hate you sometimes."

"I can tell," Killian said with a soft laugh, "I didn't quite expect staying in the same room together to be such an issue."

He started to stand up and Emma rose too, catching his hand. "Who said it was an issue?" Killian turned around to face her and she stepped closer to him, resting her arms over his shoulders. "I didn't say it was an issue."

Killian's hands rested at her hips, exhaling shakily, trying to control the urge to sweep her up into his arms and haul her over to the bed. "Do you remember all of those times in the cheap motels?"

"I remember all of our times Killian," Emma said, quite honestly, her eyes holding his gaze. "I remember every little detail about us and I can tell you one thing. That fucking sucked, until now." She leaned up, closing the distance and kissed him softly, "You better not leave me again."

"I have no plans to. Ever." He said, kissing her again, his lips slanting over hers. Killian raked his hands up along her sides, dragging her shirt up a few inches, his hands slipping beneath. He knew the consequences for her eventually breaking the curse, was that he would lose his hand, and until that day he swore he'd use it to hold her and touch her as she deserved.

"Are you going to just keep kissing me-" Emma said, fighting the urge to shudder as his fingers ghosted up along her sides, "Or are you going to do something more?"

Killian's brows shot upwards, "You're sending me mixed signals, love." He smirked, kissing her again, before he pulled back, working her shirt off of her. "You were eating, remember?"

"My sandwich is gone," She said, with a roll of her eyes, "Even if it wasn't, I'm far more interested in you right now." Emma's hands went to his belt, tugging at the buckle, her fingers dripping beneath the waist of his jeans.

He bit back a groan, his eyes fluttering closed, "Are we still making up for lost time?" He took a step forwards, effectively getting her walking backwards towards the bed.

"I think we are," Emma retorted, inhaling sharply when he got her shirt over her head, tossing it aside carelessly. "You've got ten years to make up for." She caught his hand, bringing it up to her lips. She carefully pressed a line of kisses around the scar there, her eyes holding his gaze. "Will you really lose this?" She questioned, disbelief still lacing her words, but something else was there as well.

"Aye," He said, breaking eye contact. "I was just thinking of that." A sigh passed his lips and he shook his head. "But you're not going to start believing anytime soon, love, you shan't have to worry about being with a one handed man."

Emma rolled her eyes, pressing her lips against the palm of his hand, "Do you really think that my lo-… What I feel for you is like that? Hell, I went to prison because of you, lived a pretty crap-tastic life, yet I still held out hope that one day maybe, I'd find out that you didn't just leave me because you didn't care. That you left me-" Killian cut her off, catching her lips and kissing her hard. His teeth grazed over her bottom lip, taking another step that pushed her closer to the bed.

She was certain that there were better things she could be doing. Eventually, as she dreaded, August would show up. He knew that she had intentions to come here, she'd let that slip. She had a town to explore, a new life to start – here, like she'd always wanted. But instead, she was here, with Killian, seeking to start anew with him. Sure, they'd fucked in his office, but it hadn't been like this. That was desperation, coming together again after years, rekindling old feelings and desires, and understanding. While this, this was something else entirely.

Killian lifted her up, his hands cradling her ass, pulling her legs around him, as he stepped forward, depositing her on the bed and moving to kneel above her. Just as he'd thought in his office, she deserved to be worshipped – not just because she was this Savior, the promised one to save all of them, but because she was simply herself. She was Emma. She pulled feelings and desires out of him, since the very first day that they had met. He loved her, so completely, that he was willing to give up everything for her. Just to make sure she was safe and happy.

She hooked her legs around behind him, pulling him in close, the friction making her breath hitch in the back of her throat. Emma ran her fingers through his hair, tugging at the dark strands as they slid through her fingers. "Killian." She said in a low whisper, unable to resist rocking her hips forward against him, feeling a bulge there, pressed between her thighs.

Killian groaned when she rocked against him, pulling his lips away from hers to press a line of kisses down her throat. His hands skimmed over her sides, sliding beneath her to undo the hooks of her bra, sliding the material away and tossing it to the floor. "Beautiful." He murmured, leaning back to look down at her bare chest, his kisses dancing lower, lips grazing her breasts. His tongue flicked over her nipple, teasing the taut flesh, his hand paying the other the attention he craved to give her.

Emma's fingers slid through his thick dark hair, tugging at the strands. Her back arched, pressing her breasts closer to his lips and his hand, burning for him. No one had ever paid her this sort of attention before. Only him. But then again it had always been him. You only fall in love like this once in your life.

His hand slipped away from her breast, slipping down to her jeans, unbuttoning and unzipping them. He pulled back just enough to tug them down her hips, "Off." Killian said breathily, giving her space to take them off.

"Aye, aye," She teased, unable to resist playing around with the fact that he thought he was a Captain. Emma kicked the pants off, not even caring where they ended up. Her hands went to the front of his own jeans, palming him through the material, "Is that your mast or are you just happy to see me?"

"Minx." Killian said, rolling his eyes, fighting back the urge to groan her name. His hips twitched, rocking forward into her hand.

"You love it." Emma said with a wry smirk on her lips as she worked the zipper and button open, releasing him from the constraints of his jeans. Her fingers ghosted over the bulge that was still covered by boxers, sliding over the hard length of him. "All for me, hmm?"

"Always." Killian said, cupping her cheek and leaning down to catch her lips, "You are something else." He whispered against her lips, rocking against her hand. "I've missed you all these years." He said softly, his words barely audible.

Killian hooked his fingers in her underwear wearing a mischievous smirk on his lips as he dragged the material down her hips.

"Killian." She breathed out, tilting her head and giving him a look, "I want you."

"Ah, ah," He said, licking his lips, trailing a single finger from her navel down to the line where her underwear had sat. "Not yet, love." He whispered, pressing his palms against the mattress on either side of her, moving lower, his lips brushing over her stomach, dipping lower.

Killian rested his hands against her thighs, pushing them open. He lowered himself between them, drawing her legs up over his shoulders. His too blue eyes stared at her face, watching her reaction as he leaned forward, his lips brushing over her slick, heated skin.

"Always the gentleman," Emma gasped, her eyes fluttering and her head falling back against the pillows. He was a man who was too good at running his mouth and far too good at using his mouth. She inhaled sharply as his tongue slid over her flesh, making her back arch up off the bed.

He hummed against her skin, knowing the reverberations of the action would travel straight through her. His hands trailed along her inner thighs, smirking every time he felt her muscles trembling beneath his touch. He drew his fingers up further, brushing them over her heated flesh, pressing two fingers into her, curling them upwards to drag over that sensitive spot.

She clamped her lips together tightly, silencing a cry of his name as small tremor shook through her. Damn he was good. Emma tugged at his hair, feeling that smug grin on his lips, pressing right against her clit.

It had been a long time since she'd given in like this – the office being the last time and even then, maybe she hadn't let her walls completely drop. She'd let some of her guard down, but she had still expected that he would break her heart. But this time, here – in the place she'd dreamed of since she'd first met him, she felt safe.

Emma inhaled sharply, fingers clutching at the sheets as her release hit, her hips rocking up off the bed. "Killian." She breathed out, trembling beneath his ministrations. He pulled away, looking up at her with that impish smile of his. "I need you." She whispered, wanting him.

Killian obliged, moving back up the bed slowly, placing kisses over her trembling skin as he moved. He caught her lips, kissing her desperately, his tongue swiping over her bottom lip. Emma wrapped her legs around his waist, bringing him flush against her, making him groan into her mouth.

"Now." She said, a little more urgently than before, rocking her hips against him, her heated flesh sliding over his hard length. She wanted him in her, not just pressed against her. Emma tugged at his hair, slanting her lips over his, the kiss deepening as he shifted – holding her hip tightly as he thrust forward all the way to the hilt.

One sharp thrust and he was buried completely in her, filling every inch of her with every inch of him. They fit perfectly. They moved together perfectly. Killian caught ahold of her hands, bringing them to rest above her head, fingers laced with hers. In time, he was certain, he would have only one hand to worship her with, one hand to hold her with – and that would be okay, because he'd brought her home. He brought here where she needed to be and he was better than August, he wasn't a coward, he wasn't ashamed. If bringing her here meant his death he would even do it. Because above all things, a person deserved their family.

The moment was intense, far more intense than she'd expected. His incredible blue eyes held her gaze and they conveyed so many unspoken things. She felt as if she could literally see the depth of his love for her – her own love reflected back from her own eyes. She loved him and though she was far from ready to admit that, she was certain that they both knew it.

"Gods Emma," Killian breathed out, his eyes falling closed as her inner walls began tighten around him, every move pushing them both closer to the edge of their release. "Emma." He caught her lips, silencing the moans that start to rise from her throat.

He wanted to hear her cry out his name, to hear it as she shattered around him, but he didn't want the entire Inn knowing what was occurring in their room. She held to his hands tightly, her legs wrapping around his tighter as her release hit, followed seconds later by his own.

Her hips rocked against his, trying to ride them both through their release, before he collapsed atop her, crushing her into the mattress. And she didn't care. Her arms wrapped around him, sliding over his skin, keeping him close to him.

"Good morning to you too," Emma teased, once words came back to her. Her heart was pounding rapidly beneath her chest and she could feel his own pressed against her. They beat together, in perfect sync.

Killian hummed, brushing his lips over hers, "Aye, good morning." He said, cupping her cheek, leaning in to kiss her again. "You're incredible." He whispered, a sigh passing his lips as he pressed his face into the nook of her neck. "You're going to have to go and explore town you know, I can't keep you up here all day."

"Damn, I was really enjoying being trapped beneath you." Emma lamented, hooking her legs over his to keep him in place. "I have plenty of time to go find fairytale characters."

He laughed against her shoulder, "Well, you did find me. So you can cross Captain Hook off your list."

Emma rolled her eyes, running her hands over his back. "Great – I just fucked Hook."

"Aye, you did. Many a time in the past as well." He pulled back, looking down at her with a teasing grin. "Won't you be surprised when you realize it's all real?"

Emma gave him a skeptical look, pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek, "I highly doubt that's going to happen. Sorry to break it to you." She shook her head, "I don't exactly feel like I'm the daughter of Snow White and Prince Charming. I just feel like… me. You know? Nothing phenomenal or magical or special."

Killian shook his head, brushing his fingers through her hair, "But you are. All of those things. But mostly, you're Emma. To me at least and to everyone who meets you now, with the curse. But as soon as you break it – you're the Savior."

"I don't want to be the Savior." Emma said, feeling her heart clench. "I couldn't even save myself. Much less everyone."

Killian leaned up and kissed her, wanting to calm her fears. "Shh, just relax. You still have to break the curse. You don't have to worry about those responsibilities yet."

Emma shook her head, "You know, you always pull out all the crazy shit after we have sex." She said, though teasingly, the words did hold some merit. It was like he knew she'd be all addlebrained and start to agree with him. Because – honestly – what he was saying sort of made sense. In some small degree. But that was probably because the sex was making everything seem really great right then.

"Well, you know," He said teasingly, stealing a kiss, "I'm just striking while the iron's hot." Killian stroked her cheek, his nose scrunching up and his eyes bright with adoration for her.

"I'm waiting for you to tell me that the nice people I met down at the diner are my parents or something." Emma said, giving him another skeptical look.

"What did they look like?"

She shook her head, "No. That's weird."

"Short hair brown hair-"

Emma's mouth went dry and she nodded slowly. "Yeah."

"Was he wearing plaid?"

"Maybe." She pushed at his chest, "You're crushing me, get off." Emma said, trying to disrupt the conversation. That was too much to even think about. That'd she'd already met her parents. That the couple downstairs – the nice woman and the man she'd ran into – were her parents.

Her parents abandoned her – she didn't need some fantastical story about being a lost princess to fix her fucked up childhood.

"I need to… You know go out now." Emma said, casting a sideways glance at Killian as she threw her legs over the side of the bed. "Where the hell is my shirt?" She muttered to herself, eyes scanning the floor. "There it is."

Killian watched, a little helpless as she moved from the bed. "Have fun." He offered, half-heartedly, a frown creasing his brows.

"I'm just going on a walk. I'll be back."

Milah had always gone out for a smoke after sex – Emma going out for a walk afterwards didn't really feel any different. Except with Milah it had always been a little… well, lacking a better phrase – heartless.

"Right. A walk." Killian said with a smile, "I was expecting it to just be a walk, love." He pushed himself out of bed, searching for his discarded pants. "I do want you to explore town after all."

"You sure you didn't kidnap yourself a princess and plan to hold her hostage up here?" She teased, glancing over her shoulder at him as she pulled her shirt on. "I'm kidding."

"I am a pirate after all." He retorted, noting how she tensed. Clearly something he'd said previously had set her off. "Come here," Killian said, beckoning her back to him once she had her shoes on.

Emma could tell what she wanted - she bent over, pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'll see you in a bit. It's just a walk." She assured him, kissing him again.

The town was quaint. That was really the only way she could describe it. It was the sort of town where everyone knew each other and they acted like they did. And everyone seemed friendly. A man who was walking his dog – a Dalmatian and if Killian had been there she would have asked if his name was Pongo – was friendly with pretty much everyone he passed, including her, offering a warm and welcoming smile before he continued on.

Like a Stepford town. Everyone knew everyone, everyone was smiley and happy, and everyone seemed pretty much programed to behave in one certain fashion. There were craftsmen, a pawnshop, a library, a small school, the diner and the Inn – it all seemed too perfect.

"Excuse me, Miss-"

Emma turned around, rather surprised to see a woman walking rather quickly on heels, as if she'd been trying to catch up to her for some time. Her eyes narrowed, trying to guess who see was, without really the slightest idea.

"Swan." Emma said, gathering that she was inquiring about who she was.

"And do you have a first name Miss Swan?" The woman gave her a rather severe look, lips pursing together as if speaking to her was an aggravation.

"Emma Swan," She tucked her hands into her jean pockets, brows knitting together. She really wished that Killian was there. "And you are?"

"Madame Mayor – Regina Mills."

Emma's eyes widened at that, a small smile on her lips, "Nice to meet you. If you'll, um… excuse me." She nodded her head in front of her, a little taken aback when the women stepped in between her and her path.

"What's the rush Miss Swan? Are you new here in town?"

"Yes." Emma forced a smile, swallowing thickly. She felt incredibly easy under the woman's scrutinizing gaze. "Just rolled in last night and I'm still awfully tired, you'll have to excuse me."

"Of course." Her voice was almost venomous, could and vile. As if she hated Emma without even knowing her. "Welcome to Storybrooke Miss Swan."

"Thanks." She nodded her head, stepping past the Mayor – thankful that this time she was free to go. The Mayor was a bizarre encounter and she wasn't quite certain what the meaning behind all of it was. The less she spent out in town, she was thinking, was probably for the better.

She glanced over her shoulder, catching a glance at the Mayor as she walked away – talking on her cellphone. Emma had literally no idea who she would be in Killian's "story" but something told her, she wasn't a nice person.

Emma rounded the corner, heading towards the Inn when she full stopped. "Whoa, whoa, whoa! What the hell are you doing?"

"Giving you a parking citation."

She wasn't even going to ask why the apparent sheriff of the town was Irish.

"A parking citation for wha-" The Sheriff pointed towards the poll located directly in front of her car No Parking.

"That didn't fucking say that when I parked here." Emma protested, her eyes widening as he slapped the ticket on her windshield. "Oh come on! I'm not even from here! I'll move it, right now." She pulled her keys out of her pocket, dangling them in front of him.

"I'm sorry, Miss, the law is the law."

"I will swear on a Goddamn Bible, there was no sign there when I parked." She pulled the ticket off of her windshield, holding it out in front of her. "Come on… Please."

"No can do," He shook his head, reaching for the cuffs at his side. "Do you know you rights?"

"What?" Emma took a step backwards, "Hey, I'm sorry for resisting this whole ticket thing. I, um… I'll pay it off." Her heart was pounding in her chest as she stared at him, her eyes flickering to the cuffs. They sent her right back to the day she was hauled off to jail. "Come on."

He stepped around behind her, pulling her arms behind her back, cuffs slipping around her wrists. "You'll be responsible for the tow and impound costs."

"All of this for parking in the wrong place?" Emma twisted her wrists, but it was fruitless. "Seriously, this is… pathetic."

"Insulting a police officer?"

"Fuck you; I used to work as a liaison for the police." She snapped, not even caring right now. She didn't know how she was going to get out of this mess – not with Killian being unable to leave the damn room.

It was unnerving, how vacant the Sheriff's eyes were. Exactly as she'd thought – Stepford people.

"It's just until we sort out your car Miss Swan."

"How do you know my name?" Emma said, jerking around to look at the man, before he pulled the backseat of the vehicle open.

"I ran the-"

"They aren't in my name."

He paused then, as if he didn't know the answer, brow furrowing as he looked down at the blond sitting in the back of the cruiser. He hesitated, as if he was going to let her out, but instead simply slammed the door shut.

Emma curled her hands around the bars of the cell, looking out into the Sheriff's station, watching as the man moved around, working on paperwork, and who the hell knew what else. "You actually going to let me out or….?"

"Someone's bailing you out." He said stiffly, glancing up at her. "It would seem that fortune was in your favor today."

"Yeah, I'm so fortunate," Emma rolled her eyes, "I come to a new town and get my car sent to impound and arrested." She released the bars, moving back to sit down on the incredibly uncomfortable cot. "So Sheriff what's your name?"

"Graham Humbert," He said simply, his head jerking around when the door to the station opened. "That would be for you."

She had absolutely no idea who would come and bail her out. She hadn't exactly been walking around making friends and Killian, well he couldn't leave the room and she doubted that this would warrant him getting caught by whoever it was he was avoiding.

"Mary Margaret!" Emma said, her eyes widening at the sight of the brunette from the diner walking into the station. "Did you bail me out?"

"I did. I thought you might need a friendly hand right now." The young woman smiled, nodding her head as she looked to Graham, "Are the charges going to be dropped?"

"They are," Graham crossed his arms across the chest, "Her car's still in the impound, but the charges aren't going to stay against her. Are you taking her off my hands?"

"I am," Mary Margaret said with small shrug of her shoulders, "It's a good thing today's a day off from school, otherwise I don't know who would be bailing you out, Emma."

"I can't thank you enough Mary Margaret." Emma said, eyeing the Sheriff with narrowing eyes as he opened the cell, "Thanks Sheriff."

"Have a good day Miss Swan," Graham said, his voice as hollow as that look he'd had in his eyes while he was arresting her. He was unnerving, Emma couldn't quite put her finger on it – but something was terribly wrong with him.

"Could your friend not come to bail you out?" Mary Margaret questioned once they were outside of the station. She crossed her arms across her chest, smiling warmly at the blond.

"What?" Emma gave her a confused look.

"You bought two orders at the diner; you said he was sick or something." She reminded her, laughing, "Did the getting arrested thing shake you up?"

Emma laughed then when she realized that she'd sort of given away the fact that she wasn't alone in the town. "Still sick. I didn't even get a chance to call him… He doesn't have his cellphone."

"Are you two…" The brunette looked a little flustered and she covered her mouth, "Sorry, that's prying and rude."

"Kind of,' Emma answered anyways, shrugging her shoulders. "I was with him a long time ago and now we're…rekindling."

"Well, I hope he starts feeling better soon. It would be nice to meet him." She said with the same warm – almost familiar smile. "If you two are sticking around here in this town, maybe the four of us could go out or something."

"Oh," Emma said, realizing that she had been right about the man at the diner, "Are you and him…?"

She blushed, "Sort of. It's complicated." But Emma knew the look that was on the woman's face – she was head over heels in love with the man. "David's a very good man."

"Got to love complicated relationships," Emma said, tucking her hands into her jean pockets as they walked. "Are we headed in the direction of the impound?"

"Of course, I'm not letting you have to deal with this alone." Mary Margaret replied with a smile – she had a bubbly sort of personality that surprisingly made Emma feel comfortable around her. However, the words that Killian had said, still weighed heavily in her thoughts. This woman, by Killian's logic, was her mother.

Emma's brows knit together, "I think the Mayor did this."

"What?" Mary Margaret looked incredibly surprised by that admission. She was far from a fan of the Mayor, herself, but she hadn't really found too many others in town that agreed with her. Even David held an impartial opinion on the woman.

"I don't know…" Emma trailed off, shaking her head, "She pretty much ran me down on the road to ask me who I am. Then, not ten minutes later I'm getting arrested and the Sheriff knows my name. My plates on my car aren't in my name – long story – and he knew my name. That just makes me feel really…"

"Creeped out?"

"Yes!" Emma agreed with a slight laugh, she glanced at Mary Margaret with a smile. "I really can't thank you enough for this. I didn't expect anyone to bail me out." She was a little unsettled by the fact that talking to the woman was so easy. People were never easy for Emma – yet there they were, talking easily to one another.

"Do you need anyone to bring soup by for you and your guy?" Mary Margaret offered.

She shook her head, "It's not really like... sick, it's more like, he got into a really bad fist fight yesterday so he looks like hell."

"Ouch."

"Yeah, he's a mess. But he's pretty much fine."

"That's strange." Mary Margaret stopped, looking upwards.

"What?" Emma questioned, shielding her eyes as she looked up at the clock tower, squinting to try to see whatever it was that Mary Margaret was looking at.

"I always remember that clock being stuck at eight fifteen, but it seems like it's working now." She shrugged her shoulders, "I guess someone got it fixed."

"Yeah…" Her brows creased together as she watched the hand on the clock shift as another minute passed. "I guess it got fixed." Emma repeated, her pulse pounding in her ears. She didn't understand this town or the people in it – even Killian was a confusing fixture of the Storybrooke. Everything that Killian had told her was coloring how she saw the place. By his logic the woman walking in stride beside her – the one who admittedly had the same chin as her, was supposed to be her mother.

But that didn't make sense. Mary Margaret was the same age as her and she sure as hell didn't look like Snow White to Emma. Sure, dark hair, pale skin, and she did have red lipstick on, but that was where the similarities ended. And David – the man that she'd been seeing at the diner – didn't really strike her as Prince Charming, or her father. He seemed like a regular guy, nothing exceptional or something out of a fairy tale book.

How the hell was Emma supposed to believe that these two people were her parents, that Killian was Captain Hook, and what – was the Mayor supposed to be the Evil Queen or something? She was starting to reevaluate her definition of crazy. Typically, if a guy threw out some crazy shit, she'd shut down, push him away, and move on – but not with Killian. As soon as she got her car back she was going to head back to the Inn and spend the rest of the afternoon with him. He felt safe, he felt like part of her. Maybe it was just because she'd known him in the past and despite the shortcomings that had occurred, he was still safe and his arms still felt like home.

She found it hard to believe that she was a Savior and that he was a pirate. He was just Killian Jones and she was just Emma Swan.

Maybe this town was just weird, maybe the people just didn't get out much. Maybe the Mayor enjoyed power tripping new people – maybe just to get them not to stay. Maybe this woman beside her was some distant relative, like a cousin or something – and maybe that was why she felt some sort of familiar connection to her. Maybe…

Maybe he was right.