A/N: I apologize for the wait and for any grammar mistakes. Also, who's excited for Ariel coming to OUAT? *Raises hand* Finally!

There's nowhere we can hide

"Oh why me, oh no, oh Jesus Christ, what did I do to deserve this? One time ok?! One freaking time I sneak out with my … ok with Killian-I have no idea if he's my boyfriend-Jones and this happen. I've been a good girl, why did this happen to me?" Ariel chanted silently to herself as she turned and faced the wrath of a pair of blue eyes.

With her small hands gathered in fists on her hips, her sister Andrina was staring at her with reproach and a positively evil glint. Her mouth was curved in a furious smirk and she took a step forward.

"You totally sneaked out, kitty cat! With Killian Jones!" she hissed at her youngest sister.

Ariel looked around in panic, hoping no one would hear her. Deciding to act quickly, she grabbed Andrina and yanked her out the back door with her. Andrina spluttered indignantly and yanked back, meanwhile Sebastian was staring at them unblinking.

"You did! You're so busted! Wait 'til I tell dad! Ohhhh our sisters are going to kill you too! How did you get that hot piece of ass?" Andrina yelled at her.

"Oh for god's sake, shut up! If you want me to tell you everything you have to shut up and follow me!"

Andrina scowled but went obediently. Ariel took a deep breath and start babbling. She told her sister about Tink, about Graham, about Eric, about Peter, about everything that had happened with Killian and she stopped, shaking and terrified. She hadn't realized how crazy everything had gotten until she put into words.

"Let me get this straight. You've only gone on ONE date?! Seriously?! What the hell is wrong with you?! That's one fine man candy, I thought we taught you better!" she shrieked.

Ariel rolled her eyes, annoyed and relieved that her sister was shallow and chose to focus on Killian and not on her. She couldn't describe the alarm she felt confessing all this.

"Is he good? I bet he's top-notch, first-class, phenomenal. I'm so fucking jealous. Damn, I guess this means this is yours, bitch," she said and went into the kitchen. On the counter there was mason jar with a sticker of a shirtless guy. Andrina grabbed it, opened it and took out $600 and tossed them to Ariel. She was staring in shock at the ridiculous amount of money lying around her feet.

"What even?" she told her sister, who snorted and patted her head, just like they patted Flounder.

"We have a bet going on, each one of us bet $100 that we could hook up with Killian Jones. It seems, baby sister, that you've won our little bet. I hate you!"

"I'm not even going to comment on this. I mean $100, Addie? Are you guys crazy?! Fine, whatever, just please, don't say anything to them. Promise me?" Ariel requested. Andrina gave her a smile full of evil mirth.

"Sure. For now". And with a wink she was gone.

"I have an idea" announced Andrina as they gathered in the kitchen, trying to come up with dinner. "We should get some crab legs, don't you think so Ariel?"

Ariel looked horrified at her sister's suggestion, only to find her smirking back at her. She looked around to find her other sisters nodding and picking up their purses.

"NO!" she screamed. They all turned to look at her like she was demented. "I mean, don't you prefer some lasagna? Let's go to Granny's!"

Her false enthusiasm didn't do much for her older sisters who looked at her like she'd grown a second head. Aquata came to her and put her arm around her shoulder.

"Sweetie, the lasagna isn't as yummy as Killian Jones. Chop chop!" she giggled and pulled her to the door.

When they arrived to Neverland, Killian had his back turned to the kitchen, since he was yelling something at Smee. Her sisters chose the table closest to a dark small stage in a corner, with an amplifier and a single chair. Ariel followed them, her eyes on the floor, avoiding looking at his direction. Her throat was closing and she could feel the panic burning steady in her heartbeat. She didn't dare risk a glance at Killian, she had no idea if she could control herself not show her feelings in front of her sisters. She felt transparent, watery, and she imagined her feelings leaking out her with a single glance. She was terrified and her knees shook slightly as she sat. In the moment the redheaded bunch was sitting down, Killian turned and smirked instantly.

"My, my. What do we have here? Must be my lucky day" he said and her sister's giggled like hyenas. Ariel averted her eyes and pretended he wasn't there.

It wasn't until she felt Andrina's elbow jab her on the side that she looked up. Killian's expression was polite and blank, like she was a mere particle of dust in one of the tables.

"What would you like, Miss Ariel?" he questioned and she saw the slightest twitch in his smile. He was enjoying this, damn him! She felt herself going red and she stammered out her order. He went back to the kitchen.

Imagine her surprise when the next time she saw him, he was sitting in the chair in the stage, guitar in hand.

He cleared his throat and looked to the audience and flashed them a grin. He was definitely enjoying that sitting in front row of his small stage was his little redhead. She looked terrified, as if he would jump off stage and kiss her with all his might in front of everyone. He couldn't even reassure her with a smile tossed her way, because the slightest glance towards her would send her into a frenzy of panic, he knew her. So he adjusted the guitar in his lap and tapped the mike for a quick sound check. He turned to the audience and gave them a megawatt smile. A sigh was heard from the table with the redheaded bunch. He bit his lip, holding back a laugh.

Ariel's heart was thumping wildly in her chest and she could only imagine the shade of red her cheeks were right now. Oh lord, she must look like a human torch. She was sitting diagonally to the small stage, next to Andrina whose Cheshire smile could be seen even in the half-light of their table. Killian's charisma was almost palpable, the smile bright and enchanting and she could feel every female in the room enthralled by his curved lips. His hair looked more brown and red under the lights of the stage, instead of his usual inky black. His eyes shined aquamarine blue as well and she could see him as everyone saw him: gorgeous, sexy and alluring. He was fascinating and puzzling and you felt compelled by his easy smile but his shadowed eyes spoke of secrets and intimacy. You never knew if you should step closer or run for your heart. Ariel thought her lip would rip with the force of her bite. She didn't understand how he did that, how he put on that charming, playful mask with his sex appeal and his coolness so quickly, so easily. She'd seen him without it so often, she had forgotten how he was in public, how he was supposed to be. She'd seen him broken and sad, she' seen him tender and quiet, she'd seen him intense and unrelenting, she'd seen so many sides of him, he's was her very own kaleidoscope, dizzying her, trapping her. But she'd forgotten this Killian, shadowy, handsome, the smirking, one-liners, panty-dropping persona he'd forged for himself. She liked her Killian much better.

Avoiding him would be even more uncomfortable than looking up to him, so Ariel gave in and turned to see him as he smiled out to the crowd and leaned closer to the microphone.

"Evening, ladies and gentleman. So we have open mike tonight and I thought I could start. This next song is dedicated to a siren. I'll meet you somewhere only we know," he winked at the general audience, but Ariel's heart stopped and started again, fiercely, threatening to break out of her chest. His smile was softer now, teasing, hidden under the brightness of the light, with his head turned down towards the guitar. What did he mean, somewhere only we know? And what was that about a siren? "Killian you're not making any sense," she thought to herself as the sounds of low guitar and reggae music started.

The moment he opened his mouth, his eyes zeroed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch. Blue-green eyes focused only on her, and she felt impossibly warmer, her heart fluttering. She was bound, immobile, she could imagine everyone staring at her, since he was too, but she couldn't stop staring back at him.

"Having your eyes should be illegal

when you gaze at me, you only inspire me to sin

that peculiar tempting smile so playful, so lethal

it's a gift you could use to kill"

Only then she realized what kind of siren song he meant and she bit her lip once more and looked down, embarrassed and overwhelmed. Of course he would do something like this. Of course. Stubborn, reckless man. He wouldn't take his eyes off her, pausing first on her eyes, widened and glassy, then on her mouth since he was describing it so vividly, so ardently, so she looked at his hands. They looked lean and easy as they caressed the guitar chords. She was focused on memorizing the notes his long fingers were making, feeling her heartbeat adopt the pattern his fingertips followed.

"You have the perfect weapon

to make me agonize slowly, skillfully

while your mouth bursts inside my mouth

like thunders in a storm

your hands warm my skin just by grazing it

and my hands play at learning your back

and the deliciousness extends"

His eyes devoured her strongly like drugging kisses and hands gripping her waist tight only a few hours ago, as his words promised long nights by his side. Even if she felt herself burning, blushing madly, she couldn't help but respond to the pull of his desires. He wrote this for her, he wanted this with her, he could have anyone, basically anyone in Neverland who was practically panting with his titillating voice, and he wanted only her. She licked her lips and his answering smirk was pleased. His words were whispered into the mike, promising the intimacy of a bedroom and so much more.

"There's only one version

One show of complete perfection

You fill a room with light just with your eyes

And I work every last bottom

Thinking it's midnight and I can't hear voices

Only fine moaning

To secure the night I come close

I whisper, and I can see a map of shivers

If you give me the morning

I'll grant you an eternal night"

She was shivering, the power of his dirty words and the raw lust in his eyes consuming her and she took a gulp of cold water, trying to calm her breathing. When Eric had tried to sleep with her many times, his kisses and caresses had been urgent and desperate, he was rough and unstopping, like a train at full speed. But Killian's words were lazy, predatory, enticing her to come to him first, demanding that she gave in first, he would get his pleasure only after she got hers. He was slowly smoldering her and she wanted to kiss him right now.

The finishing notes came to her and she stopped her ponderings as he smiled knowingly to the crowd, breaking the spell of seduction he'd cast with his song. Ariel avoided Andrina's satisfied grin, like she had planned the whole thing. She hoped her other sisters where more oblivious to his blatant staring.

"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom," she said as she stood. For a second, Killian caught her eyes as he was getting off the stage. He looked doubtful now, searching her eyes for anger or embarrassment, gone was the demanding seduction, replaced with something close to fear of pushing her away with his words. Instead she looked at him with a fire and need, brighter than her blush and her hair. She severely wanted to jump into his arms and take what he had promised her. He made her fearless.

Ariel turned and was making for the bathroom, when she got a call from a private number. She walked outside and answered it.

"Hello?"

"You're fucking him?" the voice yelled and she turned stunned.

Out of nowhere, Eric appeared right next to her, shutting off his phone and his hand wrapped around her forearm, pulling. There was no way to break from his hold and he pulled her towards the outer edge of the parking lot, hoping to avoid the crowd inside the restaurant. Ariel considered screamed, but as the next song started and she heard some rather terrible screeching supposed to be singing, she realized no one would hear her. There was nothing she could do but face her ex boyfriend on her own. She tried pulling his hand off her, but he was too strong.

He hauled her and she faced him, panting slightly, the coldness of the night and his stare giving her the chills.

"What is your damage?!" she screamed at him, but his hand twisted punishingly and she winced.

"My damage? You're a fucking slut. After all this time playing the prissy little virgin, you've been fucking Killian Jones. How predictable," he gave a cold laugh, but his gray eyes were bright, unfocused and his mouth unsmiling. "Did you fuck him when you were mine? It's that why you acted all high and mighty with me? Were you opening your legs for him?"

"Please stop!" she groaned, as he shook her with each word.

"Of course you'd fall for whatever bullshit line he's fed you. Poor little silly Ariel, you were always worried you were not pretty enough, not good enough. What did he tell you? That you were prettier than Tinkerbell?"

Her face must have spelled her shock and how painfully close to her heart's doubts that came because he pounced again, his hands on her collarbone, deceivingly soft, but closing in. It was a parody of his old caresses and she trembled, turning her head from him, but he grabbed her chin and forced to look at him.

"Baby, no one sees you when you're standing next to her. You're nothing. He's playing with you. You let him pop your pretty cherry and he's probably fucking Tink too. You know she wanted him, and you know she always gets what she wants. And you? You're just not hot as her. I loved you, you made me wait and I didn't want to cheat on you but you made me do that. And now you're dirty, sullied!"

His kissed her trembling lips and she felt like gagging. Eric nipped her lower lip hard and she had no choice but to gasp in pain, giving the access he wanted. He pressed his hand to her lower back and she wanted very much to scream, but couldn't, muffled by his urgent lips.

"How can I take you back now, Ariel? You're a dirty whore now. Did you make it easy for him? Did you cry when he took your stupid virginity?" he mocked and laughed at her grimace. "You guarded that shit so hard, and you gave it up to the biggest manwhore in Storybrooke! Baby, you're so stupid, so stupid, you're lucky I would take you back."

"I hate you" she whispered as he came back to her mouth. He stopped and looked indifferently at her tears.

He slapped her hard and she whimpered in pain.

"I told you, if you ever laid your hands on her again, I'd skin you alive!" a voice yelled behind them and they turned.

Killian was advancing slowly, and his blue eyes looked black and unforgiving, focused on Eric. Her ex boyfriend's arms came to rest on her shoulders, possessive and arrogant, like they were still together. She tried to squirm but his arm pulled her closer, cutting off her air.

"Well, well. What do we have here? Aren't you a little old to be singing that to little Ariel here," Eric taunted and she saw Killian's eyes close as if in pain. It was, in fact, true. Her age had always been an obstacle between them, he had stayed away so long, despite the gravitational pull she had on him, because she was a kid compared to him. But when Killian opened his eyes, they were flashing, irate. He quickened and was by their side instantly. He grabbed Eric's arm and jerked it off her. She stumbled back and hastily dried her tears, even then she took a few steps back in case Eric decided to grab her again. Luckily she did that, because as soon as Killian noticed she was farther away, he sucker punched Eric, who staggered and cried in shock.

"Killian no!" she cried out but he turned his back on her, focusing on Eric, throwing punch after punch on his face and stomach, even as he doubled over and spit out blood. She screamed and screamed, her voice shrill and high, begging him to stop but it was like she didn't exist, only his fist and Eric's blood. When Eric fell, Killian kicked him and her ex turned on his side, trying to protect himself. Sobbing and pleading him to stop, she ran to them and kneeled next to Eric. Killian froze over them, looking surprised to see her there.

"Ariel…" he whispered, confused and shaking, his knuckles bloodied and his jaw still tense.

She looked up to him and her earlier thoughts came back to her. She didn't truly understand him, the beautiful man with the dozen changing faces, from good-humored to kind to down-right cruel. When he was with her, Killian held her as if nothing mattered more than having her in his arms. He spoke to her gently, like she was going to run away from him any minute. But this attractive, complex man was so much darker than that, so much inexplicable than the delightful playboy he pretended to be on stage. He had a dark streak in him and he unleashed it all in front of her. Her tears came from impotence and fear. Yes, fear. Because even when she begged, he ignored her and destroyed Eric. He had no limits when it came to revenge. He was unreasonable.

"What have you done?" she said softly, and her voice broke as he tried to go to her. "No! Don't come near him! Please…"

He froze and his eyes were haunted, bleak and empty and hurt and raw and she wanted to look away but she couldn't. Her head pounded with migraine and the remnants of her fear. He tried again to come to her but she whimpered. He assumed in fright and felt a terrible ache inside his chest, he'd broken what they had, because she had seen the real him, the demons hidden in him. But she whimpered in pain, from Eric's hands before, from pain for Eric's blood all around her, from pain from Killian's darkness. She felt like disintegrating into a million pieces, flying away with the night breeze.

"Call an ambulance, he needs help," she ordered and looked back to Eric's face. His hand clanged to hers and she tried to suppress a shiver. Even if she loathed him, he was lying in a bloody pulp because of her, she had to get him help, she couldn't just leave him here like this. Killian turned to go back to the restaurant to make the call when he looked back to her. He seemed so defeated, so small.

"Sweetheart please let me explain," he pleaded.

"Later." was the only answer he got.

When Ariel finally got home, bloodied and bruised, drained with excuses and lies on her tongue, she dropped to her bed and muffled her sobs with her pillow. She took out her phone and dialed.

"Hi… I know it's really late, but can we talk… please?"

A/N: I know Eric's return was unexpected, but I've wanted to bring him back for a while. I wanted to bring back the drama. Also Eric was the perfect way to bring out the darker side of Killian. What did you think? Review and let me know!

If any of you guess whom she called, I'll write any scene you want me to include! Review review review!