Hey you guys! I don't know my inspiration was again a bit low, so I just started writing a few lines just to write and then, as always, I got really sucked in. What can I say, I love these two. So, new chapter up again and I'm really excited because I loved writing some after-fight fluff. I also thought we hadn't seen Henry in a long time in my fics so I added him too. I also want to add some captain charming and I have a great idea for the next chapter you are really going to love, I promise. Anyway... hpoe you enjoy. Big BIG thanks to everyone who has read/followed/faved/reviewed. You are my motivation to go on.

Summary: Killian and Emma had a fight. Although Emma was the one to really end it, she is really miserable. After-fight fluff.

DISCLAIMER: Yep, still don't own CS and OUAT!

The door behind her slammed shut as she collapsed against it, her eyes fluttering close trying to hold back the tears, but she couldn't. Soon she was sobbing uncontrollably, unable to raise her walls back up. Was it truly over? She slid down the door, plunging on the floor, her arms wrapping around her knees and her head resting against them. Emma always hated being like this. So powerless, hurt, vulnerable. That is what she had been avoiding her entire life. She had been abandoned by so many, she had fought with so many and she had ended countless relationships. This time, however, it was different. She felt entirely empty and broken. Her heart was beating so hard, she thought it might bruise her chest from the inside. It's over, Hook! We're over! Her own words kept ringing in her head on replay, reminding her everything, making her cry even harder. The floor was cold and the door too hard against her back, but she could not find the courage to stand back on her feet and actually get in her house. Every inch of it would bring back some sort of memory with him. Even the first time she walked in, he was there, he was always there. He was basically like a shadow, constantly there in order to protect her from any harm. She kind of missed it now. His presence next to her all the time (or, more precisely, most of the time). A small sigh escaped her lips as she pressed her head against the door.

"Mom?" Emma abruptly raised her watery eyes to the sound of the familiar voice and met her son's concerned gaze. She had really forgotten about him in all that chaos. She then realized she probably looked like a ghost at the moment. The corners of her eyes caught a glimpse of some smudged mascara underneath her lower lash line and she tried to sweep it off along with her tears.

"Henry… I… what are you doing up so late?" she got back on her feet sniffing her nose. Her son looked straight into her eyes and she instantly knew he had figured her out.

"Where's Killian?" Henry asked with a frown. It wasn't that hard, she was crying, he wasn't there, something happened.

"Killian is not coming tonight. He'll stop by tomorrow to pick up his things. Now let's go back to bed, shall we?" Emma gently held on to his shoulders, lightly pushing him all the way up the stairs and back to his room. Once they reached the entrance, though, Henry turned around to face his mother once more. He then placed his arms around her, tightly squeezing her close before he whispered his last words.

"I'm sorry. I'm sure you'll work things out." He turned around and slowly walked in. Emma sighed, beginning to well up again. Ugh! This was so not her, crying all the fucking time over a guy! Yeah, but it was her guy. That pirate always brought out that side of her and she hated that.

When Emma entered her room and sank in her bed, she recalled how Killian always kept a flask of rum in his nightstand, so she opened the drawer and dug it out, taking a small sip. His face kept popping up in her mind. He seemed hurt too, when she left him right in the middle of the street. She remembered even the slightest details of his face. When she woke up first, she would just sit there and scrutinize his face, so she had a pretty precise picture in her head. His messy, dark hair; his long lashes; his beautiful, full grin (even when he was asleep, he smiled, just because she was there with him); his cute dimples, the small scar on his cheek; his scruff adorning that stubborn jaw of his. Damn, and his eyes. His beautiful, bright cobalt eyes with these light azure and silver details between that deep color, which she could notice when she really paid attention. How they turned lighter when she smiled at him and darker when he needed her. What had she done? Had she overreacted? She took another sip of the spiced liquid and continued staring at the ceiling, as she had been doing the entire time.

"Oh, excuse me princess, I forgot I only had to live to serve you!" Killian's words stung her right in the heart. How could he even say that? She noticed how his eyes turned darker, this time because of his fierce anger.

"What did you just say?" Emma glared up at him.

"Oh gods, Swan I'm so sorry, that came out wrong, I… I just…" he regretted it the instant he pronounced these stupid words.

"You know what? I don't have to stay here and listen to this crap anymore!" she turned around and stepped ahead; ready to run away from him, run away from the whole situation.

"Emma, sweetheart, please just hear me out that was so imprudent of me." She felt him grabbing her forearm and slightly pulling him back. She huffed in frustration and stared fiercely right into his eyes

"Yes it was! Everything you've been doing the past few days is! You fucked up Killian, okay?" Emma was screaming at that point, she could see how he shut up and began guiltily looking down, unable to face her. She paused for a moment, but she couldn't keep the next words from flowing out of her mouth. "I can't… I can't do this anymore." Her voice broke, but still enraged and loud, shrieking, even.

"What?" he spoke and she could practically hear his heart breaking to her words, but she didn't take it back.

"It's over, Hook! We're over!" this time he didn't hold her back when she ran away from him. This time it was too late…

She had almost cried herself to sleep, but still, she noticed her phone buzz on the nightstand, his nightstand. Emma picked it up.

"Swan! Listen to me, don't hang up."

"What do you want?" she tried to sound annoyed, although she was so relieved he hadn't given up.

"Love, this is so stupid, we can't wreck this all, please, let's just give us another chance."

"Oh, I thought you couldn't serve me anymore! What did you even mean? When did I even force you to do anything? You always get your way!" she knew she was being pushy, but she really wanted to know what that was about.

"It was the heat of the moment, love, I… I didn't mean it. Emma, please…"

Emma swallowed hard. He sounded really hurt as well and she couldn't stop thinking of what a mistake it would be to let him go. She didn't know what to say.

"I'm outside your house."

She opened the door, gazing up at him with a little sob reverberating from her chest. "Your house too, you idiot!" she whimpered.

Killian gasped so gleefully surprised. He moved forward, grabbing Emma and pulling her flesh-to-flesh close as they lips crashed together in a really emotionally tensed kiss. His hand crawled up to her chin, softly caressing it and moved to the back of her neck to hold on to her and deepen the kiss. Her lips kept brushing against his and that's when she lightly opened her mouth, her tongue finding his. She drew him inside, closing the door behind them, only to be pressed against it seconds later. They pulled apart for a moment for some air, his forehead sweetly resting against hers, lips kiss-swollen, gazes locking.

"I didn't actually want to end this." Emma whispered.

"I know." Killian replied, before he brushed his lips against hers once more.

Suddenly they heard someone clearing his throat behind them. They swiftly turned around, startled by the sound. It was Henry!

"Told you you'd work things out!" he was grinning, his eyebrow raised.

"Henry!" Emma gasped.

"Lad, what are you doing up, this time of night?" Killian asked not looking straightly at him. After all, the boy had just seen him kissing his mother…

"Eavesdropping of course. My mom was crying, I wanted to know!" Henry replied naturally.

"So you were pining over me, Swan, were you?" Killian chuckled and looked at Emma with an amused grin.

"Oh, shut up. Come on, this time we are all going back to bed and you, mister have school tomorrow. I will wake you up early anyway, you know." Emma squinted at her frowning son with a little smile and placed her arms around both of them as they walked up the stairs. Killian was not going to leave today, or ever again.

A/N: That was it, you guys! Hope you liked it. If you did, you know what to do, you can follow/fave if you want to and also leave a review because I really love them and it makes me so happy to know what you guys think of my writing. Even if it is something negative, because this way, I can improve it. Ok, see you in my next chapter, byeee! :) *gives out cupcakes filled with rainbows to everyone*