A/N: I was asked by my girl B (OptimisticGirl here, optomisticgirl on Tumblr) to use the first sentence in the story. My Captain Charming BroTP love shines through.

"Killian, what are you and my father doing?"

It was 5 pm on a Tuesday. Mary Margaret and Emma and a standing coffee date on Tuesdays after her mother left the school for the day. That usually meant that David and Killian would have their male bonding time while Robin was taking care of things at the station. Sometimes they would include Henry, if he wasn't busy babysitting Roland. Emma still found it a little unnerving how well her dad and her boyfriend got along, but as long as he wasn't threatening to hurt him if he hurt his little girl, she really didn't mind. But today was a one of those days.

Emma and Mary Margaret took in the sight before them and they weren't sure if they should be concerned or turned on.

The long vanity mirror had been moved from the bedroom to right in front of the couch. Standing before it were Killian and David…in the other's clothes. Who knew that they were each other's sizes?

Her dad looked every bit the intimidating modern pirate. She could have sworn she even saw her dad wearing eyeliner, which gave her flashbacks to the time when they were in the alternate universe, and she really didn't want to think about that right now. Not when Killian looked absolutely delicious in her father's red plaid flannel shirt and denim jeans.

Mary Margaret stuttered trying to form a coherent though as she stared openly at her husband. "David…what…mmmmm…hi?"

"Hello there, love," David said, actively trying to imitate Killian's accent. This only made everyone else in the room burst in to laughter. "Hey, it was worth a try. What do you think?" he asked, looking at his wife with a flicker in his eye.

"I think it's time to kick the children out, don't you think?"

"I agree…you guys mind?"

"Oy, mate! Just make sure I get them back in decent condition," Killian said as Emma was dragging him out the door.

"Likewise," they heard David yell as the door shut behind them. Now that they were alone, Killian finally addressed Emma. "So, Swan, you like the lumberjack look on me?"

"It's funny you say you look like a lumberjack, because it looks like you need help with your wood."