Tonight, out on the street, out in the moonlight

And dammit this feels too right, it's just like déja vu

Me standing here with you

So I'll be holding my breath, could this be the end?

Is it that moment when, I find the one that I'll spend forever with

~ Gotta Be Somebody, Nickelback

Emma was sitting in front her vanity staring at her reflection. Now, Emma wasn't vain or insecure. But what she considered herself to be was a strong confident woman. At the moment though, she was a nervous wreck.

She ran the comb through her blonde locks and smiled a bitter smile because it was much like her mother's own hair. Emma set the brush down and sighed.

After "the talk" the three siblings spent their time simply catching up with one another on their lives without the drama. Emma learned that Caroline worked as much as possible to get enough money for university to become an event planner. Draco was second in his class and was enjoying his time in Storybrooke Falls a lot.

And all of this was good. Until Emma mentioned her date. Technically she hadn't actually agreed to it, but somehow they convinced her to go. So she slept, went to work, came home a little early and that left her in front of her vanity with Caroline on her bed flipping through magazines and Draco raiding her closet.

"Uh guys? I'm sure I can find something myself. Really, this is all unnecessary."

Both of her siblings gave her pointed looks and Emma in response rolled her eyes. "Fine."

The duo exchanged a smirk and Emma huffed and crossed her arms waiting for the night to be over already.

"Alright so according to this magazine…white is in. But frankly I don't think white is your colour. No offence." said Caroline as she continued to scan the glossy pages.

"None taken."

"Don't worry Care. Emma barely has anything nice in her closet anyway."

"I resent that!"

"Em, the classiest outfit you have is purple v neck shirt and a black pencil skirt. That's not fancy. That's business."

"That isn't true!"

Caroline then got up throwing the magazine on Emma's lavender bed and went to the closet to help Draco.

"Drake move. Let me go through her closet. I think I know more about fashion then you."

"Fine. Whatever." said Draco as he threw up his hands in defense.

"Oh my gosh…I think I found it."

"What?"

Even Emma's curiosity was piqued. What did she own that could make Caroline happy? Wait a minute…

"No."

"But Em…"

"No. I am not wearing that!"

"You don't even know what it is."

"There is only one outfit you would want me to wear in that closet. Trust me. I know exactly what it is."

"Em it's a gorgeous dress."

"I wore it to catch a criminal!"

"That makes it hotter." smirked Draco.

"Not helping Drake" Emma hissed.

Draco simply smirked and leaned against the headboard on the bed. Caroline pulled the dress out, gazing at it with pure admiration. Emma looked at the dress and then her sister, displeasure obvious in her eyes.

"Do I have to?"

"Em, this is Killian Jones. He never asks girls out. Ever. So yeah, you have to wear this dress."

"Why me? What possibly makes me so special?"

"I guess you'll just have to find out on your date. Now for your hair and makeup…"

"Ugggggg."

…

Killian Jones was a nervous wreck. He had trashed his whole closet, gone shopping for several new outfits which after a third and fourth glance he absolutely hated. Granted, Killian had never tried this hard for a date though.

In truth Killian never actually did dates. He usually met someone at his bar when he was working and then took them to his place and well…you get the picture.

And with Emma, things were different. She was…stunning. A strong, vibrant woman, who hid pain behind a mask. She could be a knockout of that he had no doubt and that led his mind to drift to how she would look with no clothes...

Stop it.

The bartender shook his head to rid himself of the thoughts and focus solely on that date. He had it all planned out. They would go to his boat, have a romantic dinner under the stars and then he'd walk her back to her place and kiss her goodnight. He'd be charming beyond all belief and aloof because Emma wouldn't want someone clingy.

He'd be the ultimate gentleman.

His eyes darted over to the clock.

"Shit!"

The awful red numbers blared 6:30 pm. He had half an hour to get ready. Killian hopped over to his front door as he put on a pair of slacks. He opened the door and shouted, "Wade! I need your help buddy!"

Wade was over in a flash. "Your place is a mess. Trouble in paradise?"

"Shut it. Help me find something to wear."

"You've never had trouble before."

Killian gave him a pointed look.

"Wow. You've got it bad, don't you?"

"Yeah. Which is why I have to look my best. This first date is important. I don't want to screw it up."

"I gotcha man. I gotcha loud 'n clear."

Killian did up his belt and headed to the kitchen to pour him some water as Wade raided his closet. The man watched his clothes fly across the living room from his bedroom. He heard a triumphant shout and leaned over the island to see the result. Wade walked out with a blue dress shirt and a black suit jacket.

"It'll match your pants and bring out your eyes." Wade spoke as he fluttered his eyelashes and clutched his hands together throwing them over his shoulder. Killian grabbed the clothes and shoved his mate out the door.

"You're hilarious. Hey while I'm out why don't you call up Zoe?"

Immediately Wade's mood sobered. "She wouldn't want to see me. She's with Joel."

"Mate, you're never going to get the girl if you don't try. Be patient yes, but let her know you are still interested. Frankly, Zoe shouldn't be in a relationship. Not when her feelings are still directed towards you."

With that Killian turned back into his apartment and shut the door with his foot behind him. He threw the shirt on, buttoning it up while checking the time. Fifteen minutes left. He quickly dashed to the bathroom and committed the fastest brushing of teeth in the century. From there he grabbed his wallet, shoved it in his pocket, and threw on the jacket while dashing out the door.

He rushed to his car, a nice decent Mazda, and drove to her house as fast as possible. He thanked the gods he was friends with the deputy and seeing(?) the sheriff.

Finally, with somehow two minutes to spare, he got out of the car and walked towards the red front door, with fear in each step. At last he was right in front, and the crimson seemed to loom over him. He gulped down her nerves and raised his fist to knock.

Once done he waited.

Then the door opened and he saw Caroline standing there, leaning against the door, half of her arm hidden.

"Hey Hook."

"Caroline."

"She'll be down in a sec. Drake's just giving her a pep talk."

"Great."

"You want to come in?"

"Uh yeah. Sure."

Caroline had to bite her lip to keep a grin from spreading. He was so smitten! Lucky Emma.

"Drake! Em! Hook's here!"

"She'll be right down!"

Killian fidgeted with his jacket until out of the corner of his eye he saw pink. He looked up.

"Bloody hell…"

…

Emma was sitting on her stool, turned to face Draco, who had both hands on her shoulders and was looking her straight in the eye.

"Drake, I don't think I can do this…"

"You can and you will. You deserve this Em. More than any of us."

"That's not true."

"It is. Emma look at me. You're exquisite. You're timeless. And he knows this. Now you just need to believe it yourself."

Emma looked into her brother's eyes and saw pure love there. She sniffled and pulled him into a much needed hug of reassurance.

"Thank you."

"Don't you dare cry Em. Caroline will kill us."

"Right. Sorry."

"Now get on out there. Your prince charming awaits."

Emma laughed as she got up and headed out of the room.

More like a pirate than a prince.

Emma then began to descend the steps with as much grace as she could muster (the heels were killers on her feet).

She heard a gasp and then a bloody hell and she smiled with immense satisfaction. Her eyes then connected with Killian's and she swore her heart stopped, if only for a moment. He was looking dashing in a suit with a blue collar shirt.

Killian on the other hand was at a loss for words. Emma was stunning in a light pink dress that hung in all the right places. And her hair that cascaded down in curls. She was a bloody siren.

Soon she was standing in front of him and Killian couldn't speak.

"Ready to go?"

He merely nodded, helped Emma into her coat and offered his arm which Emma took and they began to walk out.

"Oh! Don't stay up waiting for me you two. I'll tell you all about it tomorrow you gossipers."

Caroline and Draco burst into laughter and Emma left with a smile on her face as Killian escorted her out of the house.

…

It was night and the moon and stars were sparkling in the sky as Emma and Killian walked towards their goal. Emma of course was in the dark having no idea what her partner's plans were.

"So where are we going?"

"Ah ah love. That'd ruin the surprise."

"Seriously?"

""Yes. Seriously." he drawled in response.

Emma pursed her lips but soon it broke into a grin. Despite the fact that she hated surprises she was intrigued by where they were going.

Now normally Emma would never venture outside of her apartment in Manhattan dressed like this alone without her gun. But tonight she knew she was in good hands. She trusted Killian which was odd because she never trusted anyone if she could help it.

Then she felt a drop. And another. And another till soon it was pouring rain and she was getting drenched. She gasped and Killian groaned.

"You have got to be bloody kidding me. C'mon love. This way."

Killian grabbed her hand and they ran for the nearest shelter. The couple stopped underneath some awning and Emma watched as Killian whipped out keys and unlocked the door. They rushed in and Killian turned on the lights as the rain began to get louder and louder. Emma walked further into the bar; now recognizing it as the Jolly Roger which she had visited once before. She slowly shrugged off the soaked jacket and let it rest on one of the bar stools and she slid into another one beside.

"Shame love, you looked good in my coat. Ah well, you look even better now."

Emma smirked and took a good look at her date. The sleeves were rolled up now and his hair perfectly tousled from being wet (how is that even fair?). He was soaked to and Emma figured the gentleman in him was choosing to stay soaked as to making her flush. (Not that she'd mind. Wait. What?)

"So this is the Jolly Roger after hours. Interesting place for date."

"This wasn't the original plan."

Killian began to make some drinks for them. "Sex on the beach m'lady?"

Emma quirked up an eyebrow. "I'll stick with a gin and tonic thanks."

"A man's drink. Impressive."

"You ain't seen nothing yet."

"Good."

Silence then rung in the air and Emma decided to break it.

"So what made you want to run a bar?"

Killian slid Emma her drink and he began to prepare his own as he talked.

"Well, I used to live in Ireland. Shit happened and I moved here. I had no job, barely any money. When I first got here I went to Granny's Grill and met Granny and Ruby. Lovely ladies those two. Granny kind of took me under her wing. Let me stay in her motel for free till I was able to get on my feet. When I asked about getting a place they sent me on over to Mr. Gold bloody crocodile that man. Anyway, he gave me my apartment which was across from Wade Kinsella. Wade and I soon became buds. His girlfriend had just broken up with him and she helped him run this place so he asked me to step in and I did. Been here ever since."

"Huh. That's cool actually."

"What about you love? What were you before you came here?"

"I was a bounty hunter actually. A big member of the force, well liked, my boss's favourite." Killian snorted, Emma shot him a look. "I didn't plan on ever coming back here. But then I got the call about my mom and well…I couldn't leave my sister alone and my brother would be coming so…someone had to look after them. So I sent Graham, he's was my boss, my resignation. He understood but wasn't too fond of the situation. He was losing his best employee."

"And then I left for Storybrooke Falls. Been here ever since."

"You were a bounty hunter? How on earth did you get into that?"

"I was a thief who got caught so after my sentence they asked me to join the team."

"Nicely done lass."

"Thanks."

"And what was it like growing up here? In Storybrooke Falls?"

"Like any other small town I guess. Everyone knew everyone else's business and if they didn't know it, well, they made it their goal to know. There were festivals for literally everything it was ridiculous and people fought over the silliest things."

"So you loved it."

"And so I loved it."

"Then why did you leave?"

"I was tired of living a lie."

Killian knew to stop the conversation there. Emma was not one to be pushed. You only pushed in desperate times and this was not one. So Killian remained silent and waited for Emma to ask a question.

"So what's the deal with Gold?"

Killian smirked. He had a feeling she'd ask that. While Emma may not have liked people knowing her business she had no problem knowing theirs.

"His son stole something of mine. When I first came to Storybrooke Falls I met Neal Gold who frankly pissed me off beyond belief. He was dating Regina Mills at the time and was an elementary school teacher. Taught math I think. Anyway, he was an arrogant pigheaded git and drove me up the wall."

"Ms. Mills had introduced herself to me when I was at Granny's and I think he got jealous of me. He didn't trust her which is a shame because she isn't that bad of a person like the town makes her out to be."

"So Piper Hermes came in and she handed me my mail and inside was a package. I opened it and it was my mother's wedding ring. A gold band with an emerald as the only setting. I had asked her to send it to me because that was the ring I would propose to my future wife with whenever I met her. I guess Regina told Neal. I always kept the ring on me and one day I ran into Neal and it was gone. I haven't gotten it back but I know it's in Gold's shop."

"Wow. What are your parents like?"

"True loves. David and Cleo Jones. They fought all the time but at the end of the day they'd make up and be happier than ever. In my future relationships I knew I didn't want the constant yelling and stress and pain but…I did want their love. They always described it to my brother and I when we were younger as a sea. It can be unexpected and wild if you know what I mean."

Killian wiggled his eyebrows and Emma laughed out loud.

"But it could also be tame and intimate, like when a wave caresses a ship. It can direct itself and the ships on it. It can be stable, still. You get the picture?"

"Yeah. That sounds incredible."

"What about your parents?"

"Ah well…"

"You don't have to talk about it."

"It's fine. My parents were high school sweethearts. Married young, never wanted to leave this safe haven and explore the world. They were content…but I'm never actually sure if they were in love. In truth, I think both of them wore rose tinted glasses. When they were together everything seemed perfect and I think that was the problem. Life isn't perfect you know? It's downright disappointing and it sucks like hell."

"Sorry. I'm being a complete downer right now. Bet I'm attractive aren't I?"

"More than ever before."

The drink froze at Emma's lips and she slowly lowered it down to see Killian's gaze all to intent on her. It was a somber gaze, as if he was peering into her soul.

"Well then…this was nice Killian. Thanks."

"You said my name."

"So I did."

"I'd rather you call me that than Jones now."

"Okay. I can do that."

Killian than shot a bright, glorious smile and Emma couldn't help but smile back. She dipped her head down in order to hide the blush that was creeping up on her face.

"I uh…I guess I should get home."

"I'm not letting you go out love."

Emma's head shot up to glare at him. "Excuse me?"

Killian merely pointed outside and Emma turned and gasped. It was raining buckets. Killian was right in the fact that she'd never get home.

"What time is it?"

"Late."

"Great. Guess we're stuck here tonight."

"My apartment's about a two minute walk from here. Willing to dare the rain an d ice again once more tonight?"

"Let's do it."

Killian grinned and grabbed his jacket and helping Emma with hers once again. They both got up and headed for the door. Killian locked the bar up tight and they both faced each other under the awning.

"Ready?"

"Yes."

"Three. Two. One. Go!"

The duo began to run with Emma following Killian. All was going well till Emma slipped on a patch of ice and fell on her butt.

"Damnit!"

"What?!"

"I fell!"

"Bloody hell."

"It's fine. I can still walk."

Emma began to limp her way to Killian but Killian came to her aid and picked her up bridal style.

"I'm not letting you walk with those awful shoes on ice. Hold on."

With Emma in his arms Killian ran towards his apartment. They were in luck as the receptionist for the apartments saw them and opened the door for them. They rushed in with Killian quickly thanking the woman and he carried her up the torn stairs till they arrived to his floor. The pair was laughing like maniacs.

"You can put me down you know."

"I wouldn't be a very good gentleman though if I did."

"Ah yes. We couldn't have that now could we?"

"Couldn't have what?"

The pair slowly turned around to find Wade leaning against his door frame with a big smirk on his face and a toothpick in-between his index and thumb.

"Ah well."

"No need to explain. I gotcha buddy. I merely came out here to check on all the racket. You two lovebirds don't stay up too late now you hear me?"

With that Wade winked and shut the door as he went back into his apartment.

"Oh my god. I am utterly mortified."

Killian chuckled and set Emma down so he could unlock the door. "Don't worry. That's just typical Wade for you. Here I'll grab you something to wear and then make you something to eat. We didn't actually get anything at the bar. Make yourself at home."

"Thanks."

Emma then chucked off her heels and sat on his couch examining the damage to her shoes. Technically it was Caroline's seeing as according to her sister her shoes were "God ridden awful." Emma huffed and threw the shoe down beside her purse and leaned against the couch and shut her eyes. She was disturbed all too soon though by Killian coming back in with a t shirt and sweats.

"This is all that I have. Should be enough to cover you right?"

Emma took the clothing and examined it. "It'll be fine."

"Bathroom's on the left."

"Thanks."

Emma then disappeared and Killian got to work in his kitchen. He was a decent cook, figuring he could make mean pasta when he wanted to. But this time he wasn't really in the mood to cook anything fancy and he figured Emma wasn't either. So popped a frozen pizza into the oven and waited.

As soon as he shut the oven door Emma walked out and Killian like what he saw. The shirt and pants were obviously a little big but she seemed to manage it just fine and look great.

"Well?"

"You look beautiful."

Emma blushed and Killian inwardly cheered. Every time her cheeks got rosy Killian took it as a sign that he was getting closer to her. How many men could say they had the privilege of making Emma Swan blush? Very few I can assure you.

"How does frozen pizza sound?"

"Perfect. I hung my dress up on the shower rod. That alright?"

"It's fine. Sit down. I'll put something on."

"I got it. You focus the food….and make sure not to burn it."

"Ha ha. I can assure you I am an excellent cook."

Emma's response was to quirk up an eyebrow. She shrugged then and settled herself on the floor and turned on the TV while scanning his DVD selection.

"Mmmmm how about some Pirates of the Caribbean?"

"Sounds good to me."

"Great. 1, 2, 3, or 4?"

"You pick."

"One it is."

"Really? One?"

"You said I could pick. It's my favourite. It's the beginning of Captain Jack Sparrow. Best pirate in the Caribbean."

"I always preferred Captain Hook."

"Of course you do being called Hook and all. What's with that nickname anyway?"

"When I first met Ruby I hit on her and she called me charming. I told her I was anything but and she said like a pirate? I agreed and she called me Hook because I hooked girls in and it stuck."

"That is the lamest explanation I have ever heard. Seriously? That's why?"

"What'd you expect?"

"I don't know. Maybe you were a sailor who went rogue? That'd be a good explanation."

"Well I'm not."

"I can live with that. Hey! You're still wet! Go get changed. I'll watch the pizza."

"Can I trust you not to burn it?"

"I happen to be an excellent cook." Emma spoke while mocking his accent.

"Not bad."

"Get changed. I don't want you getting sick on me."

"Why? Would you take care of me?"

"Go!"

Killian laughed as he headed to his room and shut the door. Emma leaned against the counter and just chuckled to herself while watching the time and the pizza. Three minutes later Killian re-entered the kitchen wearing plaid pajama pants and a gray cotton t shirt. Not that Emma was paying attention.

"Alright. It is good to go."

"Great. I'll grab the plates…where they?"

"Top right cupboard."

"Sweet."

The two moved fluently as if they had been living together for years. Both noticed but failed to mention it in case they jinxed it. Soon the food was served and the pair was found in front of the TV as well as the couch on the floor. Each had a beer with coasters, chips, plates, and gooey pizza. Emma was cuddled in a blanket, tucked neatly into Killian's side who had his arm wrapped around her shoulders. It was bliss.

…

Meanwhile back at the Forbes residence, Caroline and Draco were listening to the rain pounding on their windows.

"Has the rain always been this bad against the house?"

"Yeah. I should get Luke to take a look at it."

"You think she'll be home tonight?"

"Probably not. Unless they were close which I highly doubt."

"Think they're having sex?"

"On the first date? Emma wouldn't let it get that far and Killian really likes her so he wouldn't try it. Not on the first date."

"Maybe. Want to make a wager?"

"What kind?"

"Twenty bucks says she'll have had sex."

"You're on."

Caroline and Draco shook on the deal and grinned as they continued to dig into the leftover Chinese.

"Is there anything to do in this house?"

"I've been meaning to through Mom's room but have been kinda reluctant."

"Let's do it now then."

"We can't! Emma needs to be here."

"I think this is something we can do without Emma. Here. I know. We go through it and move Emma's stuff into Mom's room. Emma's too old for hers and we can save Mom's stuff for Emma to go through that we think she'll like."

"I don't know Drake…"

"What do we have to lose?"

"Well…"

"Let's go."

Draco grabbed his sister's wrist and dragged her up the stairs to their mother's room. It was very neat, with frames around the walls and pieces of furniture. The bed was queen that lay in the middle of the room. There was a walk in closet off to the left and a personal bathroom to the right. There was a dresser and two lamps but that was all.

"I'll take under the bed you take the closet."

Caroline nodded and walked over to the closet. She began sorting through the clothes first pulling out suits and the dress Emma wore to funeral.

Emma might want it.

After that was done she moved to shoes which lay beneath the clothes. That's when she found a cardboard box. She grabbed it and pulled it out. It was big and heavy and taped shut.

"Drake? Do you have any scissors near you? Say in the bathroom?"

"Let me check."

Five seconds later Draco appeared with scissors in his hand. "Here."

"Thanks."

"What's in the box?"

"We're about to find out."

Caroline tore the duct tape and pushed the flaps aside. Inside were papers and pictures of when they were young but they mostly focused on one person. Emma.

"Oh my gosh…"

"Mom was stalking Emma?"

"No. She was trying to find her. Look at these papers. See? It's a list of possible places Emma could be. Mom must have hired a private investigator to find Emma."

"Why didn't they find her then?"

"Guess Emma was too good at hiding. Oh look at this."

In a macaroni frame was Emma, with Draco in her arms and Caroline's head on her lap. She was in a rocking chair, unaware of the picture being taken. She was stroking Draco's forehead and singing a lullaby with Caroline watching.

"I don't remember that."

"You were a baby. That's you, there's me and that's Emma."

"Wow. Emma is so…"

"Motherly?"

"I was going to say young."

"Oh."

"But that too. I don't think she remembers that she has this in her."

"I say we frame it. In a proper frame."

"Good idea."

"And we'll show Emma the box. It might help her gain closure."

"Again, good idea."

Caroline put the flaps back in place and picked up the box and carried it to the edge of the bed where she set it on the floor. She then headed back to the closet to finish searching it while Draco continued on with everything else.

…

Emma blinked slowly as began to wake up. She looked around and noticed the last scene of the movie.

"Did I fall asleep?"

"You did."

"Damn. Sorry."

"It's fine. It's around twelve in the morning anyway."

"Is it actually?"

"Yeah."

"Huh."

"You take my room. I'll take the couch."

"No. I'll take the couch. It's fine."

"It's not fine."

"Now you'll be the gentleman?"

"I'm always a gentleman love."

"Right. How could I ever forget?"

Emma then stretched up and began to walk towards his bedroom with the blanket wrapped around her. Killian watched her walk away as he moved himself to the couch.

"Goodnight Killian."

"Goodnight Emma."

"Oh for the record, this was the best date I've ever had."

"I'm glad."

"Alright now I'm going to bed. Night."

"Night love."

Emma then shut the door behind her and tiptoed to the bed which she happily crawled into. She sighed blissfully and snuggled in. The blonde fell asleep instantly.

Killian meanwhile did a fist pump in the air as he cleaned up the mess. Once that was done he grabbed some pillows and a blanket from the hall closet and set up the fold out bed and fell asleep dreaming of the sea, pirates and his own personal blonde siren.

A/N: This chapter is obviously heavily Captain Swan. Next chapter will be zooming in more on the Klaroline relationship. So please stay tuned in! Hope you enjoyed this chapter and please review!

~ Ember G.