Osh My Gosh! You guys! Over 10,000 views! It's amazing and still shocking that people like this and are begging me to update.

I'm going to apologize now...I am so sorry for what you're about to read. Not really. Oh you know I love you guys. Inspired by the song "Livin La Vida Loca" by Ricky Martin.

I wanted to update before Sunday so I could have a clear conscious for the premiere. Can you guys believe it? I can't. I'm so pumped, I'm honestly gonna die. I will have died because of a serious case of the feels, and because of a certain devilishly handsome scoundrel. The spoilers though, I'm dying...that one photo...and you know exactly which one I'm talking about. ;)

I feel like I'm Felicity Smoak rambling my ass off...who's ready for a fiesta!? LIVIN LA VIDA LOCA!

Livin La Vida Loca

She'll make you take your clothes off and go dancing in the rain.

She'll make you live her crazy life but she'll take away your pain

like a bullet to your brain. Come On!

Upside, inside out she's livin la vida loca

She'll push and pull you down, livin la vida loca

Her lips are devil red and her skin's the color mocha

She will wear you out livin la vida loca Come On!

Livin la vida loca, Come on!

She's livin la vida loca.

"I know." she hissed folding her arms after closing the door behind him. Aw fuck, he thought as she saw Neal facing Emma. Her eyes met his for a brief second. Oh fuck he was screwed. He dashed back into the bathroom, the back of his head pressed up against the door. He used the mirror to see Emma and her boyfriend begin their fight.

God she was beautiful, the way her hair cascaded down her shoulders. Her emerald green eyes sparkling with anger, even like this he was drawn to her. She was an angel, his angel. Well not really but he liked to think that she was.

"The second I found out you were having an affair I was heartbroken Neal! You know about my past, and this might sound cliche but you did say you loved me. And I believed you. Did you ever truly love me?" Yes he did, one time he did. Killian could see it. God she sparkled, and damn it he was a little jealous. Jealous that her boyfriend could make her smile, make her look like that, kiss her, hold her. He wanted it, he wanted to make her smile. That smile that made the world stop.

He wanted to make her feel loved, make love to her. Hell maybe even spend the rest of his life with her. Woah no, no, no, no, no, NO! That is not what he wanted.

Granted he cared about her, probably more than he should. It only led to years of torment, a broken heart, a string of girls, and years of writers block.

Killian remained hidden in the bathroom, careful to not be seen by her blood sucking crocodile boyfriend. Anger building up in his gut, his hands forming into fists. This man was interrupting his time with his Swan. His? When did he start calling her his? It didn't really matter, all he knew was that he hated Neal. He despised him, almost as much as the husband Milah went crawling back to.

Three Years Ago...

It was raining that day, the power had gone out. Which meant that it was blazing in his apartment on that late August night. He had waited for Milah to get home, but the second she walked in through the door he sensed something was off. He stood in front of her, holding her hands in his.

"It's over Killian."

"What do you mean it's over?"

"I'm going back to my husband."

"But what about-I love you."

"I know you do, but did you really think that this would last?"

"I don't know."

"You did didn't you? My dear Killian, you're twenty four years old. You'll find someone else." She said lifting her hand to his cheek, trying to fight the need to cry. And Killian Jones does not cry.

"Milah please. I'll do anything." He says with his voice cracking, grabbing onto her hands pleading her to stay.

"It was stupid to start this Killian, I have a husband who loves me. I don't know what was going through my mind."

"You're going back to him because he's fucking rich, that's why." He spat at her.

"That's not the only reason. Killian you are a young handsome man who should be out seeing the world, not tied down to a married woman."

"I don't want to see the world, I wanna be with you."

"I'm sorry Killian."

"I-"

"Goodbye." She said letting go of his hand and walking out of his apartment, leaving him alone with a room full of emptiness. He pulled at his hair in anger, tears threatening to fall from his eyes. He didn't cry that night, because Killian Jones does not cry. No sir Killian Jones does not cry.

Now his Swan was going through the same heartbreak, granted she wouldn't go around fucking random men. Well he hoped she wouldn't.

He, Emma, and his brother ate breakfast as if nothing had happened at all. That Neal hadn't bursted through the door and interrupted his moment with Emma. That Liam had acted like a matchmaker towards the two of them. What was he thinking? Him and Emma? She'd never even consider him, not that he blames her.

The two of them being gentlemen after all (mostly Liam being a sneaky matchmaker again) had offered to stay with her; so now it was beer, pizza and Wii Sports. She needed to be occupied, they couldn't let her mind linger on her ex-boyfriend. Was this real life? Ex boyfriend. God he loved the sound of that.

It was Emma, himself, and then Liam sitting on the couch in his apartment. Beers on the coffee table at their feet, two pizza boxes waiting to be opened on the chair next to Liam. Sweat making Emma's shirt stick to her skin. Wasn't there some kind of rule of mercy? Apparently not. He and Liam had been trouncing her ass at every game possible, he was starting to feel bad. Starting, he was a bit competitive when it came to this.

"OHHHHH!" Liam shouted after getting yet another strike in bowling. He threw his hands up in the air proudly, taking a large gulp of his beer.

"I suck at this you guys." Emma moaned, leaning her head on Killian's shoulder. It wasn't a lie per se, she did 'suck' at this. She wasn't good at baseball either, she nearly hit Liam in the eye for that. He quickly insisted that he and her switch spots, something about needing his 'handsome face'.

"Lucky for you darling, it's not your turn." he said nudging her head off his shoulder, not that he really wanted to move. He sighed as he stood up clutching the remote and giving it his best shot. What he didn't catch was Liam's hand pushing on his waist, his body awkwardly falling on top of Emma's. He chuckled weakly as he lifted himself up, shifting his weight so he wouldn't crush the poor girl. Looking back at his brother he glares at him, Liam looks up at the ceiling as if nothing had ever happened. His eyes bulging out of their sockets as his eyes met Killian's.

"What? What'd I do?" he inquired, with a wink. Oooo he was doing it again. Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match. Find me a find, catch me a catch. His brother's eyes jeered.

Killian rolled his own eyes as he moved off of the despondent angel below him. Of course he still had one more move left before it would be Emma's turn again. The poor girl was an abhorrent player, but he guessed it was more of the company she enjoyed that night rather than the actual game.

"Your turn Emma," Liam cackled taking a large gulp of his beer, leaning back on the couch lightly slapping his brother's chest in approval.

"We'll talk about this later." Killian castigated under his breath, making sure Emma wouldn't hear him. She upheaved herself off of the couch; grabbing her piece of pizza from the box and bringing it to her lips before clutching her remote tightly in her hand. The remote nearly falling out of her grasp "Jesus fucking Christ on a cracker!" she cursed.

"What's up doc?" Liam joked.

"That was hot," she gasps, grabbing her beer and taking two large gulps.

"Well Killian thinks so too." Liam chuckled slapping him on the back, Killian scratched the back of his ear not daring to meet Emma's eyes.

"This is like a bloody sitcom; I can see it now..." Killian began bringing his hands out in front of him as if creating a picture "Emma and The Jones Brothers."

"Yes!" she shouted throwing her arms up in the air, giving his brother a high five.

"You could write it Kill!"

"Our lives are like a drama show anyways, so why not?"

"I was joking lass, I'm not going to write a bloody sitcom." he sighed running his fingers through his hair.

"Whatever, my turn." rolling her eyes she turned to the screen, throwing her arm back and releasing the bowling ball knocking down all of the pins. "STRIKE!" she jumped up and down eagerly.

"What? What the bloody hell just happened?!" Liam angrily shouted for a moment as Emma sat down next to Killian.

"Perhaps my luck is changing." Emma laughed.

Yes, perhaps it was.

Later...

"You definitely were a pirate in your past life." she laughed wildly. Liam was passed out in the chair next to them. His hands folded, light breathing and snores escaping his mouth.

"Maybe I was, maybe it's bleeding through." He nearly falls over, catching himself before face planting on the couch. "He didn't deserve you Emma, no one does. You deserve nothing but the absolute best, and he was not it."

"Who are you suggesting? You?" she slurs shifting awkwardly closer.

"Bloody hell. No, I'm nothing but the worst possible thing for you, I'd only drag you down into a dark abyss."

"Do you honestly think that low of yourself?" She mutters sadly, her eyes pouring into his. He closes the distance between them.

"Aye."

With his response she slaps his hard, she actually slapped him. She probably left a mark on his face, the last thing he needed. The black eye that he had gotten from Neal a week or two ago had finally disappeared, and now he was going to have a hand mark on his face for the rest of the night.

"OW! What the hell Swan?"

"Don't you dare say that about yourself! Don't you fucking dare, I will not hesitate to hit you again. Wanna see if I'm lying? Go ahead try me."

"Swan-" SLAP. "Oi! Lass, quit it."

"Regardless what you've done in the past, no one has ever cared about how my day was, or if I'm okay. Don't you dare say that you're a bad person Jones! Don't you dare!" she threatens pointing her finger at him. She sighed heavily after a long silence, opening up her mouth and turning to look at him.

"I see who you are, you're the boy who cared too much. Who loves so much, so deeply that it breaks him into millions of pieces."

"And you're the girl who has had her heart broken. Putting up colossal walls to protect your heart from getting crushed again. Acting as if they can handle everything by themselves. You can't Emma, you can't handle everything. It won't kill you to let someone take care of you."

"Are you volunteering?" she mumbles her eyes flickering from his eyes to his lips, then returning to his eyes. Their heads nearly touching, lips impossibly close. They remained like this, debating on whether to move forward or not.

"Don't deny it darling, you've thought about kissing me again."

"Doesn't mean I should."

"How about you take a chance?" he asks lazily quirking his eyebrow.

"I am not kissing you again Jones." she scoffs rolling her eyes moving away from him.

"One day Emma one day." he swears. He too leaning away, running his fingers through his sullied hair. His eyes flickering to his brother for a moment, then back to his Swan.

"Why are you so confident yet you don't even like yourself?"

He shrugged at her question, he honestly didn't know. But when he was with her, he was someone he'd like to be. The man of honor.

Liam was the one who woke them up the next morning, a pot of coffee and breakfast greeting them with a slap of enthusiasm. Just what every one needs in the morning. They mostly ate in silence, enjoying each other's company as they chewed.

And as soon as the door closed behind Emma, Killian turned to his brother who stood there as if he had done nothing wrong. Which couldn't be further from the truth.

"What the bloody hell is wrong with you?" Killian snapped, his hands going to his waist. This was a new one for Liam, sure he was his brother. It was his job to embarrass him; like when they first moved to New York and Killian had tried flirting. What could he say? He was young at the time, but of course that change quickly. The socially awkward boy transformed into the sly, confident man he was today.

Killian ran his fingers roughly through his hair. He couldn't believe that Liam would embarrass him like this though. Emma of all women; out of all of the women in the world it would be his stubborn neighbor.

"What? I don't know what you're so ticked off about." Killian rolled his eyes tilting his head at his brother, he shrugged at his response. "Just admit it already brother you fancy Emma."

"It is clear Liam that you had to much to drink last night." Killian brushed his claim off, patting him on the back.

"You seriously don't see the stolen glances? The flirting?"

Killian ignored his brother picking up the empty beer bottles from the coffee table. Walking into the kitchen, with Liam following close behind with the two pizza boxes in his hands he places the bottles on the counter.

"Boy you're whipped brother." Liam chuckles dismantling the boxes making them flat. Then whipping his hand and making a whip noise, Killian glares at him which shuts up his persistent brother for now.

"Come on Kill, a girl like her doesn't stay single for long."

"She just got out of a bloody relationship." He reminded his brother returning to the coffee table with the plastic plates immediately throwing them in the trash. Leaning his elbows against the counter with his weight on one leg, he sighs letting his head fall to the cool surface.

"I'm not a bloody idiot brother, I see the way you look at her. Hell I see the way she looks at you." Liam explains taking care of the rest of the mess. When he finished he sat on the chair in front of the counter, facing him. "You are smitten with each other. You two are just too deficient to realize it."

But that was absolutely bonkers. Right?

That blasted woman who lived across the hall had entered his veins, one kiss. That's all it took apparently. Just one.

He was falling for her.

Something he promised himself he'd never do again.

But here he was; falling for her smile, her laugh, her wit, everything. He had acquiesced with himself that he was indeed falling for the infuriating woman he had met four years ago. Her charm beguiled him, made him question everything he's ever done..

"Hey Shakespeare! Are you stop writing long enough to actually join the conversation?" Liam barked ripping his phone away from him, Killian huffed snatching it back from his brother. The Jolly Roger was packed on that cool October night; the moon full, music playing in the background.

"So where's Emma tonight?" Liam asked him as Killian put his phone back into his pocket.

"Why would I know?" The nerve of his brother asking him that, it wasn't like he kept tabs on her 24/7. She had a life beyond The Three Musketeers. He figured she was out with a bunch of her friends, whether she would show up here was not in his power. Although he had a pretty good feeling she would show up.

"Come on lets go get a drink," Liam scoffed slapping him on the back, the two pushing through the crowd, the mix of all of the colognes and perfumes invading his senses. He and his brother approached the counter, only to see the dynamic duo; Edward and Hans.

"Well look what the cat dragged in." Hans laughed nudging Edward's side, resulting in a death glare. Hans honestly was lucky that Edward didn't have some kind of glass in his hand.

"Hans how many times have I told you to not flirt with the customers?"

"It's not my fault he's so yummy. Say who's your friend?" he asked glancing over at Liam.

"My brother." he chuckled, looking at Liam's controlled face.

"Gotta love genetics..." Hans sighed as if he were in heaven.

"Oi! Back off! He's taken." Liam budded in finally opening up his mouth.

"Oo! Is it that pretty blonde?" Edward's ears perking up at the mention of him being 'taken' which he really wasn't.

"I'd go straight for that." Hans muttered.

"Watch it." Killian growled through his teeth.

"I don't know if you've noticed lover boy, but we're strictly dickly." Edward reminded him with a smirk.

"As if I could forget."

"So what'll it be Captain?" Hans asked Killian.

"How often do you come here Captain?" Liam mocked him, crossing his arms across his chest as he judged his brother. "Not as much as I used to brother."

"That's what I like to hear," Liam nodded, a sly smirk crosses his face. Then his mouth drops, slapping Killian's chest grabbing his attention. His eyes nearly springing out of their sockets as he feasted eyes on his Swan.

She wore a tiny black dress, that accented her magnificent curves. Her blonde hair in perfect curls cascading down her shoulders like a waterfall, long legs that he wanted around his waist more than he's ever wanted anything. A decent amount of cleavage that made the perfect impression and made you left wanting more.

She bumped into someone, turning around to apologize. He tried to suppress his groan as he saw that the straps of her dress crossed over each other in the back. Gods he wanted her. He smirked when her gaze met his, a smile creeping onto her lips which made his heart skip.

"Close your mouth brother. It's not polite to gawk at the lass." he chuckled when he couldn't speak. Killian Jones was speechless. Actually speechless. He covered up his shock as she approached. "Go get her brother." Liam muttered grabbing his drink, leaving them 'alone'.

"Well don't you look ravishing?" he quirked his eyebrow at her, her hair nearly hitting him in the face as she spun around to look at him.

"I can't seem to get rid of you huh?" she pouted, leaning over the counter.

"So where's Ruby?" he only guessed that she would be accompanying Emma later on.

"I'm meeting her here, not that it is any of your business." she smirked at him as Hans came back around to their side of the counter.

"Daaammmn girl." Hans said eyeing her. She smiled tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Do you have something to say Hans?" Killian snapped pulling Emma's curve towards him possessively, quirking his eyebrow at him. Hans threw his hands up in the air in defeat. Emma sighed fluffing her hair, turning her neck towards him giving him the perfect view of her scrumptious skin. Gods he wanted to kiss that neck of hers, kiss her pulse, adore her.

"See something you like Jones?" she quirked an eyebrow at him turning her attention back to him, a small flirtatious smirk creeping onto her lips. Lips...unconsciously he stared at those lips, licking at his own, then his eyes flickering up to hers to see her doing the same.

"Perhaps love, are you trying to impress someone?"

"Depends...Is it working?"

He groaned, positioning his body behind hers pressing his lips to her ear. Pulling back her golden 'drapes', her earring dangling at the sudden movement. Before he could even think twice he flicked it into his mouth. A shiver running down her spine, a low chuckle escaping as he muttered huskily...

"Undeniably love."

"Good." she whispered spinning around and latching her lips to his. It didn't take long for him to respond to those cloud like lips of hers. Her hands grabbing onto the collar of his leather jacket, tracing the edges with hr fingers pulling their bodies impossibly closer. Head turning to deepen the kiss, their tongues playing that simple 'cat and mouse game'. Just like they had before they waved the white flag. A slight moan escapes her lips when Killian gently bites on her lower lip, then soothing it with his tongue.

"Killian." she gasped; her lips moving to his neck placing delicate kisses against his skin, her mouth sucking on the lobe of his ear for a moment. His fingers digging into her skin, which makes her hum in his ear. A shiver tumbling through his body like a wave, just like his emotions for her. How fast it had hit him, how one kiss could effect him so much. How she could do that to him.

"Emma...Emma darling stop." What the hell are you doing? Being a gentleman.

"Don't you want me Killian?" she pouted innocently, that face...why?!

"Gods Princess I do." he backed away cupping her cheeks, noticing her swollen red lips. Under any other circumstances he would've jumped at this opportunity. She had just broken up with her boyfriend after all, he was being a gentleman for not taking advantage of her. She was heartbroken, she wants to make it go away. Once upon a time he did the same thing. He would be damned if he let her do the same.

"Then what's the problem?"

"Lass look at me," he pleaded making her eyes meet his. "You just broke up with your boyfriend, you're hurt and I don't blame you. But sex doesn't make it go away. I would know, I tried."

"Well if you won't then I'll find someone else, it's Sunday Jones. There are many fish in the sea just waiting to be caught." she teased playing with the collar of his jacket. Her fingers tracing the stubble on his cheeks. "Make your choice Jones, I haven't got all day."

"Fine."

"Get me drunk Jones, then lets get the fuck out of here." she muttered pulling him back in for a searing kiss.

Three Years Ago...

He had bit rock bottom, quite literally. His mind was always pounding, the room felt like someone picked it up and spun it like a basketball on your finger. Spinning round and round but there always seemed to be one clear thought within the madness. Her.

There was always a cigarette in between his middle and index finger. He had a problem and no one would care if he ended up dead.

Between the smoking, the drinking, and the fucking he was swerving off the road and was headed for a cliff.

"Bottoms up." he cackled popping open another Guinness beer. Raising it to the air as if toasting to the end of all that was good. Everything was a blur in his life. Even when he 'broke' into Jefferson's apartment across town, he wasn't breaking in per se. He did know where the key was.

"Come on mate let's go out!" he slurred lazily throwing a pillow at him when he barged into his room, he moaned throwing it back at his face. Killian nearly collapsed onto the floor when he stepped back to catch it.

"Mate it's...3:04 in the morning, fuck off Jones." Jefferson hissed glancing at the lit clock next to his bed. Groaning when he saw the time.

"Let's go Jeff! The night is young, there are girls out there waiting for us."

"You're fucking drunk Jones, piss off." he swatted at him, nearly smacking him but missing.

"Fine I'll go by myself."

"You can't keep doing this..." Jefferson groaned pulling himself out of bed, pulling on a pair of jeans as Killian walked out of his apartment. "Jones wait up!"

The Jolly was crowded, it was also the place where he saw her for the first time. Jefferson made sure he didn't do anything completely stupid, but the drunk version of himself was pretty smart. He ditched Jefferson in the sea of people, mingling with several girls. Brunette, ginger, blonde, raven haired...all shapes and sizes; blue eyes, green eyes, brown eyes. Short, tall, busty, not busty, slutty dresses, skimpy dresses.

Abbie, Rachel, Laura, Elizabeth, Blair, Taylor, Jenny, Katrina...his head was spinning. There had to be at least a thousand names, but none that mattered. None that started with M and ended with an H. Milah. None were perfect like she was. None had left him broken and a in a crumbled heap like she had.

He was weaving out of control, heading deeper and deeper in the black hole that was had formed in his heart. Who cared? It was stupid and pointless, he let his emotions take over. He let his emotions trick him into thinking that this, what they had, was love.

He woke up hung over, and a different 'wild card' in his bed every night. He made himself a promise, to never fall in love ever again. It's not like any one would love him. Who would even think that he was anything more than a drunk womanizer and a sad excuse for a writer? It was hopeless. Who could ever learn to love a man who's heart was lost?

Of course what would bring him out of his 'curse'? There was no such thing as magic, or true love to break him from his endless nightmare. But there was always the meeting with the hooded figure. The one in obsidian robes, vast scythe that was wrapped in those gaunt fingers. No one would care if he was taken by the figure. He had no one; granted he had his brother, but he was a fighter he could go on without him. There was nothing that he would look forward to, not one thing in his life could keep him from getting out of the mountains of pillows. No gorgeous wife with a gorgeous smile, no children to cherish and protect from the world.

"Killian!" a muffled voice yelled, praying for him to hold on. But he was so close, almost at peace even. The rumors of your life flashing before your eyes was just a boring cliche. Of course he had thought of all of the things he had enjoyed in his life, but about half way through he just got bored.

"Killian! Killian wake up!" the male voice called again. Come back to me, a female voice in his head called, a voice he hadn't heard in years. The girl he met in college, the 'sister' of his roommate. Emma Swan. The girl he never got a chance to know personally, never got the chance to say that he knew her. And that was what pulled him out of his near death experience, but of course that was his little secret.

The Next Morning...

"WAKE UP ASSHOLE! Nanny Liam's here." Liam hissed angrily, pulling the blinds to the side. Killian groaned, clutching his head. "That's what you get brother, get up." He only buried his body further under the covers, wow it was cold in here.

"W-where's Emma?" he moaned glancing around the room.

"How the bloody hell should I know? All I know is that there are not one, but two random not to mention naked girls in the apartment."

"Bloody hell. Emma." Killian grumbled tumbling out of bed with a thump, the covers falling down with him resting against his bare hips. Slowly glancing up on the bed, true to Liam's word was one girl, now where was the other? Liam scowled at him throwing him a pair of sweat pants.

"Get dressed Casanova, I thought you were past this. The drinking, the meaningless affairs. What the hell happened?"

"I don't know," he shouted instantly regretting it bringing his fingers to his temple. "The last thing I remember is kissing Emma."

"Well under normal circumstances brother, I'd applaud you. But she has just broken up with her boyfriend."

"She came to me, she was going to go find someone else. I couldn't let her make the same mistake that I made." walking into the bathroom to see the damage, he carefully flicks on the light. Oop, there's girl number two. She's in the bloody bathtub. Poor lass.

"You did a mighty fine job Killian, you lost Emma and slept with two girls instead."

"Oi lass." he muttered picking up the girl and carefully caring her into the bed room.

"Morning Killian, another round?" she smiled kissing his cheek.

"No, lass where are your clothes?"

"How should I know? You're the one who ripped them off." she shrugged when he put her down. Liam scoffing as he went out into the main part of the apartment looking for both of their clothes.

"I'm sorry lass whatever I did last night, I am sincerely sorry."

"Wow, that Emma girl is one lucky girl."

"Emma?" he gasped, his heart nearly stopping. Oh god please did he?

"I think you called me Emma, or was that the other girl?"

"Fucking hell."

"Found them brother." Liam sighed handing the girl her clothes, walking over to the other and carefully shaking her awake.

"Hey if it makes you feel any better, you sure know how to make a girl feel good." she smiled as she changed, he returned the smile weakly guiding her towards the door.

"I truly am sorry." he leaned up against the frame of the door, folding his arms across his bare chest.

"Good luck Killian Jones." she leaned in placing a chaste kiss on his lips. When he opened his eyes, a completely destroyed Emma stood against the wall across from them. Her hair frizzy, dress wrinkled, her heels in her hands, make up runny. He still found her beautiful even in this state.

"Emma.."

"I-uuhhh...didn't expect you to have any company."

"Toodles Jones." the girl said walking past Emma.

"Emma love, I can explain..." he pleaded taking a step closer, she taking a step back in response. God not her, he did not screw up with her. Anything but her, he couldn't take it if she looked at him as he once was. A drunk womanizer. Just then the other girl walked out of his apartment, muttering good bye, her heels clicking away down the hall.

"Two?" her voice cracked, his heart aching at the sound of her voice.

"Please I can explain..."

"You don't need to. I understand completely. You haven't changed at all." her voice shaky turning the knob of her door and nearly falling through. Maybe it was his imagination but he thought he saw her glancing at his body, but that was bonkers.

"I..."

"Stay away from me!" she roared slamming the door in his face. Fuck. Leaning his head up against the door, he fought the urge to knock on her door to beg for her to listen. To explain.

Explain!? He didn't have a reason! He was drunk, he was stupid, he let her get out of his sight and he ended up sleeping with two girls. But the question was why? Why should he care if Emma sleeps with someone else? Sure she was an amazing friend that he'd surely sleep with if she cared enough to. Sure she lightened up his day, made his heart...soar. Wait he knew this feeling before; that ache when she wasn't around, that tingle he felt when her skin brushed up against his... the realization hit him hard...like a strike of lightning. He, Killian Jones was falling for her.

Turning back into his apartment, he found Liam standing there with his arms crossed...as if he were an angry parent who stayed up to greet their rebellious teen who snuck out past curfew.

"Emma?" he cocked his eyebrow.

"Emma." he nodded in agreement, Liam gave him a disapproving look. Of course he deserved it.

"Serves you right."

"I'm a bloody idiot."

"That's an understatement champ...now tell me what did you learn?" he asked with a slight whine. Tapping his foot waiting for his response. "Say it..." he commanded, when he didn't he shouted "SAY IT!" Killian's head throbbing at the boom of his voice.

"I care about Emma Swan."

"Finish it." Liam snapped.

"More than just a friend." his heart pounding at that admission. Hell it even felt good to say it out loud.

"Bout time you said it."

"You knew?!"

"Nooooo..." he cocked his head sarcastically, "I'm your brother Killian. There's a reason why I keep pushing you two together. And it's not because I like embarrassing you. Well that's part of it." he sighed laughing weakly.

"Your point?"

"Watch it buddy." Liam hissed pointing his finger at him, "My point is that that girl has changed you. You're writing again, you're happier, she makes you a better person. As you do the same for her, she might not realize it yet but you're the best thing for her."

"Seriously?"

"I'm not done. You are either are the best thing for her, or the worst."

The worst thing for her? Now that thought scared him, did he want to live the rest of his life without her in his life? No way in hell. He would make sure that he was the best thing for her, that he was that man of honor for her. Not falling back into his old ways.

"Now go clean up and go to work, you're late."

"Aye aye Captain." Killian saluted him mockingly.

He sauntered in work that morning with the biggest hang over he had in years. With his laptop slung over his shoulder, his hand rubbing his temple as he made his way to his office.

"Woah, you look like you got hit with a plague during the apocalypse." Jefferson chuckled popping his head into his office.

"I'm going to pretend I know what that means." Killian responded ignoring Jefferson almost completely as he walked further into his dreary office.

No photos of family, no drawings from kids (granted he didn't have any), no fancy leather seats, no wedding band to show off. His wooden colored walls were practically bare compared to the others in the office.

Regina's contained pictures of her and her attractive husband, Robin, and their son Roland. She had a stunning hunk of rock on her finger, a smile on her face but the attitude of the evil queen. Hence his nickname for her.

Jefferson's had photos of his daughter Grace. He was once married but she was lost to a car crash a couple of years back. But according to the gossiping vultures in the faculty lounge he now had a girlfriend named Alice.

He was the lonely one in the office, but probably the most talked about. The guy with talent to spare, looks that were carved by cherubs. (Not his words the vultures in the lounge again). The drunk bastard who fucks any girl who walks, that was according to Emma of course before they became friends. Who knows what she thought about him now. But of course there was that achy feeling in his brain that really cared about the way she saw him. Hence the regret of his latest "conquest".

"Who died and put you in a bad mood?" Jefferson crossed his arms, Killian rubbing his temple once more.

"I made a mistake."

"So what'd you do this time my handsome friend?"

"I hurt someone I really care about." He admitted emphasizing how much he cared, Jefferson being an observant lad smirked at him.

"So who's the lucky girl? Anyone I know?"

"I should be asking you the same question mate, who is this Alice?" He asked opening up the drawer of his desk, pulling out a bottle of Advil, popping two into his mouth swallowing them with a gulp of water. He glanced at his crimson colored friend, he could tell right off the bat that he was crazy about her.

"Don't change the subject. I will not let you go down that abyss of doom again."

"And for that I owe you my life." Killian smiled, Jefferson's chest puffing out in pride slightly. "Don't you forget it Jones."

How could he? Jefferson was the one who found him, who brought him back to reality. He was in a really bad place and his friend cared enough to help him. He toned down the drinking, stopped the smoking (eventually), and the string of girls had pretty much ceased to exist. (almost).

One Week later...

A week. That's how long he had gone without seeing her, okay not the complete truth. He saw her a couple times in passing but he could barely get a word out before she disappeared.

She was avoiding him, not that he blamed her. But he wondered how she was doing; he called David and he said she was doing much better, but advised him to stay the hell away from her. Victor had told him that Ruby said that she was miserable. Liam told him that she didn't want to speak to him.

He. Was. Going. Bonkers. He constantly felt on edge, the smallest things set him off. Just Liam's presence in the room while he was writing made him blow up like a bomb.

One Week.

One week without her.

One week since they broke up.

A week since he made the biggest mistake he's made in years.

All he remembers from that night was kissing her, drinking.

She went off to the bathroom.

Drunk and stupid, he never went to see if she was okay.

What if she slept with someone.

There was really only one way to find out.

Talk to her.

But of course he made a royal mistake and now she won't even talk to him.

This woman who toyed with his emotions like a puppet master wouldn't talk to him. The stubborn lass who flipped his world upside down, the one who made him start writing again. Her life was crazy, so was his but after all... the pain that once filled his heart had vanished. Kind of like a bullet to the brain.

Hey that sounded like the lyrics of Livin La Vida Loca...

...

So now what?

"Are you going to just sit here? Or are you going to go patch things up?"

"She's made it clear that she doesn't want to speak to me." he glanced up from his laptop, then turning back to the screen. Lightly tapping his fingers against the keys but not pressing hard enough to make words with them.

"She does, she just needs a good push. Remember that I've talked to her, she's miserable brother. She needs you. It's been a week, she's had time to cool down. Now go get her."

He thought about it for a minute, biting on his lip, thinking through his options. What's the worst that could happen? Well a punch to the face. Which he deserved. He groaned throwing his laptop off his lap and leaving it on the couch. Liam slowly pulling it to his lap, he hadn't told him but he had read all of what he'd written. His brother had come far, which made him proud.

He came face to face with Emma's door, hesitatingly bringing his knuckles to the wood. Sighing he let his head fall to the door.

"Swan? If you can hear me can you please open up? I want to explain, apologize for my behavior. I know I'm probably the last person you want to see right now, which I don't blame. I made a mistake love, I was drunk, but I really can't blame the alcohol because I did drink it after all. No one forced me to drink but I did. I hurt you and that's all that has been on my mind for the past week. That look you had on your face when you saw those girls, how you backed away from me like I was a monster." he bite his lip trying to keep his voice steady as he spoke, his head still resting against the wood. He heard some shuffling from the other side. Smirking weakly he pressed his ear against the door.

"That's my girl; my beautiful, brilliant, amazing girl. I'm not stupid love, I can hear you breathing. Please open up. Punch me, slam the door in my face, yell at me I don't care. Just please open up the bloody door." he heard a lock turning, the quiet squeak of the hinges turning. More importantly his heart stopping at the sight of her. She was beautiful; blonde hair up in a high pony tail, thick geeky glasses on the bridge of her adorable nose, a pair of simple sweats, an old graphic t-shirt that had a bunch of random symbols (he'd have to ask later), and a pair of mix matching socks.

"Swan." he smiled brightly, saying her name as if it were an oath. "At last. May I?" she nods, moving out of the way so he could walk in. Running his moist hands against his jeans, he turned to face her. God he hated that word, moist. Ugh.

"I feel like an arsehole, you were meeting up with Ruby and looking for an escape. I didn't want you to sleep with some random guy so I said I would."

"Jesus Killian! What would've happened if something happened?!"

"You don't think I know that!? I'd do anything to take it back! Leaving you, sleeping with those girls, hurting you."

"What if I ran into Neal?!"

"I already feel guilty Swan, what are you trying to do? I told you I'd do anything to take it all back. I'd rather get shot with a bullet then hurt you again. What will it take Swan?!"

"I'm not mad at you Jones! I'm just tired of this game!"

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

"My life totally sucks! My parents didn't even want me they didn't even bother to leave me at an orphanage. They left me on the side of the freaking road. I have a decent job that is dangerous as fuck, an ex boyfriend who cheated on me for over a year with multiple girls I might add. The only good thing in my life is the few friends that I have; which includes you and your brother! So how do you think I felt when I saw you throw in your cards?!"

"I'm not a saint either Princess! I'm the son of a drunk bastard, the son who killed his own mother. When Milah left I went so far off track that I almost died, I was depressed all the time. I didn't think anyone would care if I suddenly dropped dead."

"I WOULD'VE! As much as you infuriated me in college I still cared about you, David cared about you. If you dropped dead Killian fucking Jones, I would pull you right back down here and kill you myself!" she breathes heavily. "Fuck you." she croaks latching her body onto his, her arms frantically wrapping around his neck, her fingers pulling at his hair desperately as if he were going to disappear.

"I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry Emma." Killian mumbled into her golden curls, his hand holding the back of her head possessively. "I missed you."

"I'm sorry for being such a bitch."

"Never darling, I deserved it." he replied cupping her cheeks, placing a chaste kiss on her forehead.

"I just wish I could curl up into a ball and never get out of bed."

"You and me both."

"So how was your week?" she gulped backing away from him, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Since when are we ones for small talk?"

"Can't I ask how it was?"

"Truthfully? Awful." he chuckled.

"I'm so done with today, you can let yourself out." she yawns. He rolls his eyes following her into her bedroom. Her body flopping onto the mattress, her arms tucked under her chin. He leaned on the edge of the bed so his head was in front of hers.

"What do you say we get the bastard?" he winked, she wasn't stupid either. She knew exactly who he was talking about. He was talking about getting back at the bastard who broke her heart. Neal.

A big shout out to my fantastic friend Marissa (Marissalyn) as usual! and ProudHOOKer for giving me the name of the Three Musketeers's sitcom. As well as all the other people who commented on the previous chapter (charmiaj, jlm13, Zerousy, the-art-of-escape, kagome7304, and AmayaBlack.) The reviews mean everything to me, and they make me want to write faster. :) Reviews= Motivation. Motivation = updates.

So next up: Break Your Heart Right Back; revenge, some more Three Musketeer fun, definitely some back story for Emma. It's about time don't you think?

And just a little question for you guys: which did you like better 'N Sync or Backstreet Boys? I like 'N Sync better but that's me, I'm asking cause I listened to a couple of song by them while writing this. Thanks guys! Love you all!

Also...if you have some kind of prank that you would possibly like to see happen to Neal, leave a review or message me your idea.

Hasta La Pasta!