A/N: Hello again, lovely people! I'm sorry to say I might be updating this one less as I want to focus on Ohana, but I'll try and put a new one-shot up at least once a fortnight. Although, I'll probably make a liar out of myself as I currently have three additional one-shots I want to write so, we'll see.

As always, I don't own anything (except my Doctor Who pencilcase). Please enjoy and review!


Killian was still pouting in the backseat as Emma pulled up to her old apartment. After some discussion and cold glares from Regina, it had been decided that Emma and Henry did need to take a quick trip back to their old place to pack up the items they still wanted, get some more clothes and sign the final bits of paperwork.

Killian had volunteered to come with to "lend a hand", and although she laughed at the quip, she wasn't sure how helpful a one-handed pirate who – despite being quite adaptable and intelligent – had no knowledge about the workings of appliances in this realm. If Emma was really been honest, she had let Killian tag along for one reason and one reason only, and that was because she wanted to spend more time with him.

As she climbed out of the Bug, Killian was still grumbling about idiotic customs and rules and she turned on him.

"Killian, if it's that big of a deal, just call 'shotgun' next time."

She laughed at his expression and continued on to her apartment, she smiled fondly to remember how their road trip had started all those hours ago. Henry had called "shotgun" on the front seat, which resulted in their departure being delayed because they had to explain it to Killian who complained about "idiotic customs for seating arrangements" and "bad form for using a tradition that had an element of competition without explaining it to the other participant". He had still been arguing his point as he climbed in the back seat and Emma had simply turned the radio up, laughing all the while.

She trudged up the stairs – she hadn't missed them at all – and opened up her old apartment, filled with relics of a fake life.

"Well." She said to her two boys. "Let's get started."


Emma wiped her eyes as she heard Killian clear his throat in the doorway.

"You alright, love?" He asked, coming to sit by her on the bed.

She gave him a watery smile and sniffed, holding up her baby blanket.

"My entire life, this is all I've had of my parents. It has been so easy to dismiss them as horrible people who left a baby on the side of the road, except for this blanket. Why would parents abandon their kid after making them their own blanket? So, I kept it and I searched but eventually I gave up. I convinced myself that they didn't care so I shouldn't either."

She gave another sniff and Killian leaned past her to grab a tissue, which she accepted with a murmured thanks.

"But you kept the blanket?"

"I kept the blanket." Emma smiled at him and they shared a knowing look. "I guess I'm sentimental."

"So why are you crying, love?"

Emma gave a helpless grimace and wiped her eyes. "I just found the blanket to pack and all the years of being alone came rushing back and I just cried because I was happy. After everything, I found my home."

Killian gave her an understanding smile and gently wiped her tears away. She was so grateful to finally have someone with her who could support her when she broke down and who could read her. She was never particularly good with words so she leaned in for a gentle kiss, to which he responded eagerly.

She was about to slide her hand into his hair when Henry's voice pulled her out of his embrace.

"Killian, did she tell you where she put the-" Henry pulled up in her doorway. "Ew. We're never going to pack if you keep that up."

Emma laughed and buried her head in Killian's shoulder, completely embarrassed.

"Mum." Henry continued, looking desperate to leave. "Where did you put the packing tape?"

"It's in the bathroom, Henry. Killian will be out to help you in a minute."

"Uh huh. You're totally going to need to buy me ice cream to get over this trauma."

Emma gave a weak chuck and leaned in to steal one last kiss. She pulled back and looked into his eyes.

"Thank you." She said, trying to convey what it really meant.

He gave her another smile that kicked off her heart again and she knew he understood.


Emma had made Henry sort through his clothes before he packed them, which turned out to be fortunate as he had been on quite the growth spurt recently. They had spent the previous day boxing everything they wanted up and were completing the final touches this morning, which would be now finished with a shopping trip.

Emma was flipping through a magazine as she waited and she sighed as she heard Killian complain again.

"But Swan, I don't see why I need new clothes. I am not a growing boy."

Emma chuckled but felt no sympathy for his predicament. "You need some new clothes, Killian. You can't wear your leathers forever and it's going to be getting cold soon. Plus, you need to stand out less, people have been staring."

"I managed fine on my last two trips without needing to change my garments."

"You ended up in jail, Killian, you still complain about the bologna." She tossed the magazine back on the table. "Would you please just come out and show me."

She heard him curse but he finally unlocked the door and Emma tried not to feed his ego, going by the smirk on his face, she was failing.

"See something you like, love?"

He was dressed in simple jeans and a black t-shirt and it should not be that attractive on anyone. The t-shirt highlighted the contours of his body better than his leathers ever could and Emma found herself unconsciously licking her lips. Killian was about to saunter over when Henry came out of his dressing room, clothes piled in his arms.

"It all fits, can we go now?"

Emma looked to Killian, blushing, and she wanted to scoff at the innocent look on his face. She nodded decisively and tried to will her heart to stop racing.

"Right, Henry, you go to the counter and I'll meet you there. Killian give me the tags on those, you can wear them out and go grab your stuff. I'll grab some more pairs for you as well."

They made it out of the shops with little fuss, although the shop assistant was giving Killian a little too much attention for Emma's liking. She put the last of their new items in the boot and turned to face Henry and Killian on the sidewalk.

"Do you think that's everything?"

"Yes, it's fine now, Mum." Henry said impatiently. "Can we get some ice cream now?"

"Sure thing, kid, we'll get some on the road. Hop in."

Killian's eyes widened and he quickly blurted out. "Shotgun." He looked inordinately pleased with himself and Henry just shrugged and moved to the back seat.

Emma rolled her eyes at him. "Idiotic custom, huh?"

Killian shrugged and sent her a ridiculous wriggle of his eyebrows. "I'm very adaptable, love."

Emma resisted the urge to roll her eyes again and climbed into the car, smiling all the while.

"Hurry up, pirate, or we'll leave you behind."


A/N: Truth be told, this startedout as a Killian-gets-new-clothes fic. It never turns out as planned.

I hope you're all well and the next update will be... Sometime.

Enjoy your night,

Adrina Stark.