She looks around and sees no one. She is alone with him.

"Emma," He says in his deep, scratchy voice.

"Neal," she says with a tremor in her voice. He takes one step toward her and she takes one back.

"So, you're here on a date?" he asks calmly. She could handle him being angry. It's when he got calm did he scare her.

"Not that its any of your business, but yes." Emma says as she crosses her arms. Who the hell does he think he is? He moves in closer and she doesn't back off.

"It is my business. You're mine," He growls at her.

"No, I'm not. You made damn sure of that when you let me get arrested!" She shouts at him.

"You would have done the same thing if you were me," He snaps at her.

"We are not the same person. I would never hurt anyone the way you hurt me," Emma yells as tears start to well in her eyes. Killian comes running over. He places a hand on Neal's shoulder.

"Can I help you?" Killian asks. If looks could kill Neal would be lying on the ground.

"Yeah stay away from my girl," Neal growls. Killian's eyebrows fly up.

"I am not your girl. How could you even say that after what you did-" Emma gets choked up and stops there. Killian can see how hurt she is. He stands between Emma and Neal. Killian hears Emma let out a sigh of relief.

"I think its time for you to go," Killian says.

"Fine. Have my sloppy seconds, for all I care," Neal says with a smirk. Killian clenches his fists. In a flash, Killian takes a swing and punches Neal square across the jaw. How could he talk about Emma like that? Emma lets out a yelp. Neal recovers and hits Killian.

"Killian!" Emma shouts. She puts herself between the two of them.

"Stop! Neal get out of here. Now," Emma orders.

"This isn't over," Neal spits at her feet and runs off. She turns to Killian. He has his hand over his left eye.

"Are you okay? Here let me see," She demands. He slowly lowers his hand. It's already starting to bruise and swell.

"Yeah, okay. Here give me your keys I'll drive you back to my house and we can get you some ice." Emma says with her hand out.

"Sorry, love, but there is no way you are driving the Jolly Roger," Killian says.

"Yeah quick question. Can you see out of your left eye?" Emma asks, trying to hide the smirk threatening to break out across her face.

"No," he says. He gives in and hands over the keys. Emma's hand is shaking. Killian notices this, and jerks his keys away.

"I can manage with the eye, but you can't with your hands," Killian says. Emma laughs awkwardly and shoves her hands into her coat pockets. She nods. They get into the Jolly Roger. As soon as the door shuts Emma lets the tears fall. Killian puts a hand on her shoulder.

"Emma, who was that?" Killian asks. Emma wipes away her tears. No she can't. She just can't.

"Killian, I'm sorry, but I can't talk about it," She says as she sniffles.

"I deserve some answers, Emma. He punched me," He growls.

"Killian, you don't get it! I can't," Emma yells.

"Yes, you can. You're choosing not to. Its him isn't it? The one you couldn't talk about at Granny's? The one you got arrested for?" He shouts. Her frustration was getting the best of her.

"Yes! Jesus. Neal got me arrested, that wasn't all. He was abusive and obsessive. Needless to say I've had my fair share of black eyes from Neal" Emma mumbles.

"I am going after him. I am going to kill him. No one should hurt you like that," Killian growls. He opens the car door. Emma grabs his arm.

"Killian, please don't leave me," Emma pleads. He searches her gaze. He gives in, he closes the door.

"Hey, its okay. I am not going anywhere." Killian can see Emma visibly relax. She gives him a small smile.

"We should head back, so we can take care of your eye. No offense its not looking any better," Emma says as she cringes. He nods, starts the car and drives off.

They pull up to Emma's house. Emma hopes out of the car. She runs over to Killian's door.

"My eye hurts I can manage, love." Killian gets out of the Jolly Roger. They head up to the house.

"I am sorry, I just feel like this is all my fault," Emma says as they head through the front door. Mary Margaret and David are sitting on the couch when they enter. Their faces fall when they see Killian.

"Emma, did you punch him?" Mary Margaret asks shocked.

"Mom! No I didn't," Emma protests. She storms past her mom and into the kitchen. She can't believe her mom would ask her that. Of course she didn't punch him. Emma opens the freezer and finds a bag of peas. Emma grabs a towel and wraps the peas in it. She comes back to the living room and they are all whispering. They immediately stop as soon as they see her. Emma walks to Killian and hands him the bag of peas. He takes it and gingerly presses it on his bruised eye.

"Thanks. That feels much better," Killian gives her a small smile. She smiles back.

"Emma, Killian said Neal showed up. You aren't seeing him again are you?" David asks. Emma turns to her dad.

"Are you crazy? Of course not. How could you even ask that? If Killian hadn't punched him, I would have," Emma says exasperated. Do her parents really think so little of her? Her head is spinning.

"We should call the police. They still have a warrant out on him," Mary Margaret says. David nods and she reaches for the phone. She starts dialing and goes into the kitchen.

"You need to tell me what happened," David asks. Emma and Killian recount the story. Afterward David grabs his daughter and brings her into a hug.

"Are you alright?" he asks her.

"Yeah, I am fine. Dad, you're kinda squishing me," Emma says in a strained voice. He releases her. She blushes. Could he be more embarrassing? Killian was right there. God he will run as fast as he can after this.

The police show up and Emma and Killian have to tell the story once again. After numerous questions they leave, but strangely Killian is still there. Emma and Killian are sitting the couch talking. Emma lets out a huge yawn. Killian smiles. Even yawning she's beautiful.

"I'm afraid that's my queue to leave, love." Emma slumps into the couch.

"I'm sorry. I would really like us to have a date again without you getting punched," Emma says. They get up off the couch.

"Yes, I would enjoy that," Killian says with a smile.

"Here, let me walk you to the Jolly Roger," Emma adjusts her glasses. He nods. They walk out the front door. The night air has gotten even colder. Emma shudders. They arrive at The Jolly Roger.

"Well… you have my number now, so you can call or text me when you want to do this again. If you want to see me again. Totally understandable if you don't," Emma rumbles on awkwardly. He smiles. He grabs her and gives her a swift kiss. He pulls away, but still holds onto her.

"Oh trust me I'll be calling soon, love. Good night." He says as he jumps in his car. She waves at him then heads inside. Her lips tingle. She never felt like this with Neal. She brushes her fingers across her lips and smiles. She heads upstairs to her room. She picks up her phone. She shoots a text off to Ruby.

*We need to talk, please tell me you're not working tomorrow.*

*No im not. what time?* Ruby responds.

*Noon?*

*Sounds good. your house?*

*Sure*

*See you then :)* Emma sighs. She needs to talk about this with someone other than her mother.