A/N: I think I've broken a record—this is officially my longest chapter, I believe! Exploring Killian's relationships with all of the guys is always fun for me, since they all aren't friends on the show!

I had a few songs on repeat during this writing sesh: 'Losing Sleep' by John Newman, 'Something I Need' by OneRepublic, & 'Emma's Song' from the OUAT soundtrack. Enjoy!

Killian was just glad they'd won the damn game. He was exhausted by the end of it, his body still not entirely caught up from the last game. Luckily, he played well enough, scored enough points to know his team was okay by the third quarter. He couldn't play past that.

"Killian!" Grace's voice exclaimed as he stood talking with another player by the bench. He immediately smiled and bent down to her level as she came running towards him, her arms open.

"Gracie, you don't want to hug this—I'm all sweaty and gross." Killian chuckled, offering his hand for a fist bump instead. Her face scrunched together in concentration as she hit his knuckles as hard as she could.

"You were so good, Killy!" She beamed.

"You think so? I'm exhausted." Killian chuckled.

"Mm. You and Jeff played really good."

Killian was about to correct her when he realized that Swan was rubbing off on him. He wasn't really sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Thanks, Grace." Killian smiled.

"Do you know where Jeff is?"

"Over there, love." Killian replied, pointing over to where Jefferson was talking with some girl Killian didn't recognize. She bounded away, causing him to chuckle.

Swan. He heard her name called, causing him to stand up. He glanced around for her, only to see her blonde hair spun around by none other than… Graham.

Right. She'd said something about coming to the game with friends and seeing him. Not Killian. That hurt a little more than Killian thought it should. Or would, for that matter. Why should he care who Swan hung out with?

He watched her talk to his friend, finally seeing her smile again. It had only been a day, but her smile was something… Well, Killian wasn't sure what it was. He knew he wanted to see more of it.

The more he watched her smile at Graham, though, the harder he felt his heart clench. He grabbed his things off the bench and started back towards his apartment. He didn't need to deal with feelings like that—he should be enjoying the fact that they won.

But, all he could think of was his Swan.

Killian was immersed in conversation when his phone buzzed on the table. He raised a brow, wondering who the hell could be texting him. All of his friends were sitting at the table with him in the usual post-game restaurant.

"Who're you texting?" Victor teased.

"Oh, shut up." Killian chuckled with the roll of his eyes as he lifted his phone to read the message.

"Is it from one of your flings?" Jefferson teased, giving him a shove.

"You know I never text them back." Killian grinned, his smile only dropping when he read the name. Swan.

Swan: Hey, I was just wondering what time you wanted me over tomorrow morning.

Killian couldn't help but smirk at the text, glancing around the table and assuring that his friends had begun another conversation before texting her back.

Killian: Ah, you do want to come over.

Swan: Never said I did, just figured it was easier for both of us.

Killian: Alright, I'll pretend I don't notice that you're trying to get closer to me.

Swan: Shut up, you offered free coffee. I'm all for that.

Killian: Right.

He smiled and set his phone down, before realizing that Jefferson and Grace would probably be there.

Killian: Hey, you wouldn't mind if my roommate was around, would you? He's clean, honest.

Swan: Why would I care?

Killian: I don't know, love. I don't know a lot about you. Maybe you don't like roommates.

Swan: I have two—I'd like to think I like them.

That made him laugh, causing his friends to look at him.

"What?" He asked.

"Do you like Emma?" Graham teased, and Killian tried his hardest not to blush. He was a grown-ass man, he shouldn't be blushing about anything to begin with.

"Oi, mate, seriously? She's stubborn as hell." Killian chuckled, rubbing his mouth afterwards, knowing that, though it was true, he kind of liked her stubbornness.

"I think you'll come around. She's a great girl." Graham smiled.

"When do we have the pleasure of meeting this Emma?"

"Probably never. She's just my tutor." Killian shrugged, motioning to Graham, "Unless Boy Wonder over here wants to introduce you all to her."

The whole table 'ooo'd as Killian sat back with a smug smile, watching Graham's face redden.

That's what you get, Humbert.

Killian felt his phone vibrate in his hand, notifying him that Emma had texted him not once, but twice.

Swan: Hey, time for tomorrow morning?

Swan: Seriously, time?

Killian: Calm down, Princess. How's 10?

Swan: Fine. And don't call me that.

Killian: We've been through this, Swan.

Swan: Whatever. How do I get into your building?

Killian: Don't you worry. I'll let you in.

Swan: Okay. I'll see you tomorrow, then.

Killian: Of course, Swan.

Killian smiled at the last texts before turning his attention back to his idiotic friends who were all picking on poor Graham now. That's what he got for messing with the Team Captain.

"You guys are all a bunch of idiots." Killian chuckled, shaking his head and tossing back what was left of his Coke.

"But, you love us, right?" Jefferson smiled, batting his lashes and making Killian nearly spit out his drink.

"And I believe my point has been made clear." He laughed, "I couldn't imagine a better team, though. You guys are my family."

"Getting sappy on us, Killian?" August grinned, shoving a fry into his mouth.

"Of course not. I'm your captain." Killian chuckled, leaning back in his seat with a smug smile.

"You heard him—on your feet for the captain!" Jefferson exclaimed, causing Killian took inhale sharply—he knew exactly where this was going.

Of course they'd do it in a public place.

"O Captain, my Captain!" Jefferson shouted, the whole team following him in rising to stand on their chairs. Their hands shot to their foreheads, saluting their captain. Killian shook his head at the boys, secretly enjoying every second of it.

"O Captain, our Captain!" They all chanted, but this time, Killian was tugged up by his arm, looking up to see Jefferson pulling him up. The boys all hopped off their chairs, standing and saluting to Killian, who took an exaggerated bow.

The restaurant erupted in laughter and claps for the boys, making Killian laugh harder as he sat back down in his seat.

"You are all a bunch of dumbasses, seriously." He laughed, his stomach beginning to hurt from all of the laughter.

"You love us, though."

"Of course I do. I don't know what I'd do without my best mates." Killian grinned, raising his now-empty glass, "To the Lost Boys!"

The boys all raised their glasses, despite how much of anything was in them, all chanting the 'bangarang' made so popular in Hook. It was a noise that made Killian endlessly proud, knowing that these ragtag boys made an amazing team.

He couldn't remember a time he'd felt prouder than in that moment.

Later, as he laid in bed, Killian stared at the ceiling (deciding that since it was becoming a regular thing, he ought to start putting something up there for him to actually look at). He wasn't really thinking about anything, honestly, just staring.

And he didn't know why.

He peeled his eyes from the popcorn ceiling, glancing to his clock. 2:35 AM. His body was aching for some sleep, just to rest, but his mind was negating all of that. Though he felt like he wasn't thinking of anything, his mind was going through everything. Liam, the team, Ireland, school, sex, music, Swan—and that's when he sat up like a rod.

Why was he thinking of Swan at 2:35 in the morning? Most people don't think of their tutor at that time of night. Most people aren't up thinking at that time of night, either, he figured. But, maybe Swan was.

Killian: Swan?

It took a few minutes, but he got a response.

Swan: Killian? Why the hell are you texting me at 2:30?

Killian: I can't sleep.

Swan: And I'm your mother now? Need me to come tuck you in?

Killian chuckled at that one.

Killian: You weren't sleeping either.

The three little dots indicating that she was typing appeared and stayed for about a minute before he received the next text.

Swan: No.

Killian: You typed out some long paragraph and deleted it, didn't you?

Swan: What?

Killian: The little ellipses was sitting there for a solid minute, love. All you typed was 'no'.

Swan: It doesn't matter.

Killian: Do you ever get a song stuck in your head?

Swan: That better not be what this is about. But, yes, I know the feeling.

Killian: No, no, it's not. Not really.

Swan: What song?

Killian: Hm?

Swan: What song do you have stuck in your head?

He pursed his lips, wondering if she even remembered what song was playing when she drove him home.

Killian: Uh, something about being loved. It's by Maroon 5.

Swan: She Will Be Loved?

Killian: Aye, that's it!

Swan: Interesting.

Killian: The hell is that supposed to mean?

Swan: I didn't think you'd like Maroon 5.

Killian: Never said I did, just said the song was stuck in my head.

Swan: Well, for the record, I like Maroon 5.

Killian: Do you? Then, I definitely don't.

Swan: If I could punch you through my phone, I would.

Killian: I'll allow you to tomorrow morning, just this once.

Swan: Wow, how generous of you.

Killian chuckled at that remark, rubbing a hand down his face before deciding what to type out in response.

Killian: I'm very generous, if you know what I mean ;)

Swan: … Ew.

Killian: You just killed it.

Swan: You mean nothing?

Killian: Damn, Swan. You're spicy even at 2:40 in the morning.

Swan: Yeah, yeah, I'm spicy, whatever. I'd like to go back to the Maroon 5 thing for a second—is it stuck in your head because it was on the radio when I dropped you off a few days ago?

Damn, she was on to him.

Killian: Maybe.

Swan: It's been stuck in mine, too. It's actually one of my favorite songs.

Killian: Interesting.

Swan: Wow, stealing my line.

Killian: You know it.

He could practically see her rolling her eyes, which made him smile.

Swan: You're insufferable.

Killian: I've been told.

Swan: Do you have a favorite song?

Killian: Just one?

Swan: Yes, just one.

Killian: Give me a minute.

Killian had to think long and hard before he could come up with an answer for Swan. He loved a lot of songs—many held a special place in his heart.

Killian: Honestly? Howlin' For You, Black Keys. It plays at the lacrosse games and it gets me totally in the zone.

Swan: That's funny.

Killian: Care to tell me why?

Swan: I hate that song.

What the hell, Swan?

Killian: Swan, I don't know if we can continue this friendship any longer.

Swan: What? I don't know, it's not my kind of music, I guess.

Killian: Then, pray-tell, what is your kind?

Swan: Wouldn't you like to know?

Killian: Perhaps I would.

Swan: Fine. I listen to Mumford & Sons, that kind of music.

Killian was a bit surprised by that—mountain music? She didn't seem like the type.

Killian: Mountain music?

Swan: Okay, nope. We're done talking.

Killian: Touchy!

Swan: You insulted my favorite band!

Killian: You insulted my favorite song!

Swan: I'm done with this conversation.

Killian: But, I'm still wide awake.

Swan: Can't you go bother Graham, or something?

Killian: You're so much more fun to poke at.

Swan didn't reply. After a few minutes, Killian decided to try again.

Killian: Sorry, love. Didn't mean it, honest.

Killian: Swan?

Killian: Now, you're just ignoring me.

Swan: GO TO SLEEP, JONES.

Killian chuckled and nodded, typing out one last response.

Killian: As you wish.

He fell back onto his bed, closing his eyes and taking in a deep breath. He opened one eye and set his phone on the charger before trying to fall asleep again.