A/N: Was going to post earlier. Next chapter tomorrow morning, finished it last night. Hope you like this chapter x)

It was really when he heard it. Footsteps outside, on the decks of his Jolly Roger. It can't be Emma could it? She didn't wake up that early, unless she was trying to seduce him, then she should have come earlier. Emma would've come in already, so Killian decided to go and check, may be Emma, or a random, lost person; Killian took his sword anyways.

Neal. What the bloody hell was he doing here?

"Neal," he growled and the Coward Jr. turned to him.

"Well, Hook," the coward spat his name out, as if it were poison.

"What are you doing on my Jolly Roger."

"To apologize, what else?" To get revenge maybe jealous son of a coward.

"I'd like to point out that Emma is mine, and I am hers," the bloody coward was not making any sense whatsoever, "so if you interfere with us, there will be consequences."

"Emma is not yours," Killian spat back, "she is not an object that you can just posses; Emma is not yours, she was never yours, from the moment you left her. In jail. Pregnant. And you didn't even bother to find her. Bet you anything you didn't even apologize."

That bloody coward just stood there, then held out a purple flask.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked, and immediately answered it, not giving Killian a chance, "this is a potion, a spell. It makes you forget, forget something- someone, and that someone will be you."

Killian couldn't help but scoff, but said, "go on."

All Neal did was stare at him, "Emma is mine, if you don't get away from her. One day, this just might slip into her drink, and make her forget all about you and her fake love for you."

Killian wanted to laugh, he was really tempted to laugh, but he didn't. "Fake love, right. Whatever Emma does, everything Emma does is motivated by love, real love, not fake love. She would rather have no love than abused love. She would rather have no love than forced love, or fake love; that's not how love works. It works because you.. well, trust them. You have faith in them, and you have hope. That is love. Love is not just because you have a child together, you have to get back together."

"Do you not realize Emma is only doing that, loving you, because she wants to thank you for finding Henry."

Killian couldn't resist laughing, and let out a chuckle, "Emma is not the type to do that. She thank you, she'll thank you, not go out with you. Big difference, really."

"Go out?" the Coward Jr. hissed, "she's not allowed to go out with anyone."

"I'm sorry," Killian said in a nice, and intimating voice, "I did not realize she is a puppet, nor that you control her. The last time I checked, she was a person that has feelings, responsibilities, and freedom."

"The last time I checked, she wasn't yours," he hissed back at Killian. He was amused, to be honest, he really didn't think that a son of a coward could be like this.

"Must have been a while ago," Killian muttered to himself, but loud enough for Coward Jr. to hear. Coward Jr. held up the flask.

"Don't get your hopes up, pirate. One day, my hand my just slip this into her drink. And she will forget about you. And she will love me."

"Not going to work," Killian sang and punched Neal on the face before he had time to react.

"Thank you," he said, and took the flask and pocketed it, "and as for you," Killian took Coward Jr's hand and pulled him off the Jolly Roger.

He saw Emma walking towards him and walked halfway to her.

"What did you do?" she asked, surprised.

"He-" Killian gestured to the coward knocked out on the floor,"- trespassed on my territory, and threatened to... let's just say.. wipe all your memories of me with a spell."

"He did what?" Emma, obviously thought Killian was getting revenge on him, "where is it?"

Killian pulled out the small purple flask, and Emma grabbed it out of his hand and opened it.

"Emma, no!" Killian screamed, and Emma just laughed:

"Do you actually think I would drink this?"

She rolled Neal over and tipped it all into his mouth, "I wonder how well this would work," she muttered.

"We will soon see," he told her and got her a sword from the Jolly Roger, "I don't think we were quite finished, my love."

"Can't-" she said, saw the crestfallen face he had on and kissed him, "gotta work, c'mon."

Their hands intertwined and she walked to the sheriff station. After Emma and Killian sat down, he asked, "what do you do all day?"

"Paperwork," she told him, "unless something's happening."

"Like?"

"I dunno, really, a crime, or commotion," she looked and saw his glassy blue eyes on hers.

"What's that?"

"What do you think it is?"

He rolled his eyes and swing his arm around her shoulders. "I'm bored," he told her a minute later.

"Well, tell me a story," she told him and he was caught of guard, again.

"What story?"

"Just pick one," she told him and he smirked, he just couldn't help it.

Emma put down her pen and looked at him intently, the look on her face totally said: this is going to be good. Killian pulled her closer.

"There's this time when the love of my life-," he looked at Emma, her eyes sparkling and a grin similar to his appeared on her face,"- and I defeated and giant and she couldn't bring herself to trust me so she chained me to the top of the beanstalk. And then I played darts with the giant. He's a nice dude."

Emma just looked at him and giggled- giggled? She had told him once before that giggling was for girls, and she would never do it, but here is is, giggling- "don't make me feel worse about that, Killian."

"You know, you'd make one hell of a pirate," he told her, and she smiled replying with:

"I know I would."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, her head on his shoulders; hours later something rang, and Emma picked it up, talking to the device like there was someone inside it.

"That," Emma said, seeing his face, "was a telephone, do you know what a telephone is?"

"Love," he replied, "sometimes you underestimate me."

She rolled her eyes and walked out. "Where are we going?" he asked, and she replied with: "Granny's."

Granny's? Killian looked at the device she called a telephone and ran after her, still not understanding electronic.

"Emma!" the Coward Jr. ran up to her, but Killian hit his chest before he got to her.

"What the hell was that?!" he screamed, and got a closer look at Killian, "who are you?"

Sh, so the potion- spell thing did work, "her boyfriend," he spat back and looked at Emma, but she seemed unaffected by him calling her that.

"Boyfriend?" he choked, and looked at Emma, whose stern gaze rested in hid direction, "I thought you loved me."

"I did," she replied coolly, "before you left me in prison for a crime that you did." She walked around him and straight to Ruby, and Killian heard her say: "what's the crime."

Ruby pointed to Neal, and Emma nodded; she watched them carefully and he swore she gave him a nod.

"So you're her boyfriend," he said studying Killian, "she only likes you because of your looks. Don't get too connected, she'll come running back to me."

Killian just blinked. Did the coward really forget him?

"There are more to one than one's look," he replied simply.

"I highly doubt it, and once i'm done with you, Emma will be mine," Neal was about to strangle him, but Emma stopped pulled Neal back and handcuffed him. Man, that woman was fast.

"What the hell?" Neal asked as Emma lead him out and into the car to the sheriff's office.

Neal sat behind the bars, yelling, like he have been for hours before.

"Got anything?" he asked, leaning to see Emma's paper; she scribbled the words: Memory Lost. Crazy Acting. Medical help if possible.

Killian chuckled when he saw that, and finally, Coward Jr. stopped screaming. "Getting better?" he asked in an intimating voice. His response was a growl.

"Hey Emma, add: 'can scream, and growl but not talk,' to the list," he told her, as she scribbled what he just said on the form and put it down.

"I hope you can behave," she said.

"Who? Me or him?"

"Both of you, I guess," she replied.

"Well, if i'm not naughty, I guess you'll have to be the naughty one," he winked at Emma and she placed her head on his shoulders.

"It'll come when you least expect it," she told him, and he couldn't help but grin. Killian's gaze drifted to cell, where the coward was sitting; he was watching them silently. He looked like he was going to pounce on them like they were food.

Ruby walked in with a bag of food from Granny's and dropped it in the cell; instead of walking back out, she walked to Emma.

"Hey Emma," she whispered, he could barely hear her, "I was wondering if you would like to visit the hospital with me tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Well, you know," Ruby said. Know what? Know what? He had to ask about that later.

"Oh, oh..." Emma said in an understanding voice, "of course i'll go."

"Oh thank you," Ruby and thanked her by kissing Emma's cheek.

"Hey, hey," he called after her in a playful voice, "she's mine." The three of them laughed and Ruby said: "I don't really care," winked, and left.

"So," Killian said, draping his arm around her shoulder, "hospital?"

"Ruby," she said, "i'm not sure if she's going to let me tell you, but she likes Victor. You know, Doctor Whale."

Ruby liked him?

"And i'm pretty sure i'm going to have to set them up on a date, which can't be hard."

"It won't be hard, Emma."

"Oh yeah?" she asked playfully, "how's that?"

"Let's just say Ruby visits the hospital a lot, and when she's there. He can't take his eyes off of her," he grinned as he lead her home.