Emma was running late, her hot chocolate hot in her hands as she raced down the sidewalk, she was supposed to be meeting Jack at 10, and it was currently 10:15. She was unsure when she first began seeing him, however, the more they went out the more she realised he was perfect for her. When she was with him, all she could think about was him, when he was gone, he clouded her thoughts. She had seen him almost every day since that fateful night, apart from when Henry was sick for three days, it was strange, after the three days she almost didn't want to see him, something had shifted and she wondered if they would work as a couple, however, one date later and her interest was renewed. They were meeting for breakfast, apparently Jack had a surprise for her.

Her shoulder smacked into someone, her drink spilling to the floor and her stumbling to the side.

"I got you, love." A steady hand gripped her arm. Green eyes met blue.

"Shit. Sorry.' Her eyes widened; those eyes. So familiar. Where had she seen them before?

"Are you okay? I didn't get my drink over you?' Emma said, glancing down at the man, dressed in black which looked amazing on him. He was wearing thick gloves, one of his hands stiff and unmoving, his own coffee cup balanced perfectly between the thumb and fingers.

"No harm done." The man smiled, Emma mentally shook herself. You're a grown woman she thought. I am not swooning!

"Thanks. I was about to fall on my ass."

The man chuckled "I'm not one to let a beautiful woman fall. I apologise, I'm new to the city, its a lot busier than I expected."

Emma laughed, running a hand through her hair. "New York does get some time to get used to." From his accent British?

The man smiled. "I take it from your stride you were running late?"

Late? Where was she going again?

Jack!

"Oh, yeah, I'm meeting my… friend for breakfast."

"Well, I won't delay you anymore."

Emma felt a twinge of disappointment.

"Yeah… I do need to go." She admitted.

"Here." He handed her his coffee cup. "Seeing as you lost yours."

"I… Thanks." She carefully took the cup, her hand brushing his, she was right, it was hard beneath her fingers, it must be a prosthetic.

"Good luck in New York." She smiled before turning, a weird pull in her chest.

"Have a good day…" The voice called after her. "Swan," he whispered, watching her disappear in the crowds.

"Where have you been?"

"Sorry, got caught up." She wasn't sure why she didn't tell Jack about the man, something in her told her it was a bad idea.

"I got you a drink." He motioned to the mug of coffee in front of her, along with a couple of slices of toast.

"No, I'm good." She held up her drink. Jack frowned.

"Why have you got a drink when you knew you were meeting me for breakfast?"

"I…" Why did she? Oh, that's right, hers was nearly empty, the man on the street gave her a full cup.

"Sorry. Next time." She shrugged, taking a bite of her toast.

Jack sighed in annoyance. That was something Emma always found strange, Jack liked to buy her drinks, every time they saw each other. He had a drink ready for her.

Emma reached for the cup the man had given her and took a sip, letting out a surprised gasp.

"What's wrong?" Jack asked, frowning at her.

"I just.. I thought this was Coffee."

It wasn't. It was hot chocolate and cinnamon?

How did that man know her favourite drink?

"Can we go out tonight?" Jack interrupted her thoughts.

"I can't. I have Henry. Hence why we are meeting this morning." She explained for the 4th time. He sometimes got like this, needy, wanting to see her multiple times a day. He had to learn that Henry came first. Sometimes she couldn't spend every second with him.

"Maybe I could come round? Meet Henry."

"No." She said quickly. "I have a rule, six months before meeting him." A rule she has had forever, the way she goes through men, 6 months for her would be a long term relationship. Henry doesn't need a revolving door of men is his home, so anyone who meets him, needs to be special.

"Oh." Jack looked disappointed, the way he normally does. She remembered Henry was sick, he was almost obsessive. She was going to end it with him… but she didn't. He was just worried about her.

"So… You had a surprise?"

"Yes." Jack smiled, pulling out an envelope. Emma took it with interest. Peeking inside.

"What's in Maine?"

"I thought we could go on a romantic weekend."

"To.." She glanced at the brochure "Storybrooke?" What kind of name is that?

Jack nodded. "It's supposed to be romantic."

"For the weekend? What about Henry?"

"Couldn't you get a sitter?"

Emma had never left Henry for more than a night, she was only taking jobs in the local area, if she had to leave the city, Henry always came with her.

"I… I don't know."

Jack sighed again. "Think about it? Please?"

"I will." She promised, pushing the envelope back to him, and eating the last piece of toast. "I'll speak to you later? I have to go."

"You only just got here!" Jack complained.

"I know, But I was late." Emma shrugged. "I need to get going."

As she walked back to her apartment she frowned. Normally, after seeing Jack he's all that was in her mind. She would think about him constantly.

Why couldn't see get that stranger out of her head? With his blue eyes and soft smile.

She froze, speak of the devil.

That stranger was sat on her doorstep. Looking as handsome as she remembered, maybe she should be freaked out some stranger was following her.

She wasn't.

"We need to stop meeting like this." Emma grinned, running a hand through her windswept hair or keep doing it, whatever works.

"You dropped this." He held up her wallet. "I found it on the floor after you left. Your address was on one of the plastic… card things?"

"My driving licence?" Emma laughed. Who didn't know what a driving licence was?

"That's the one." The man smiled, "Killian Jones."

"Emma Swan." She smiled. "You obviously know that. Because you have my wallet."

"I did. But still, it's nice to meet you." His smile was breathtaking.

"Well, it seems that I have to thank you." She said softly. "For the drink, and the wallet." Her eyes drifted upstairs. "I could remake your drink for you? Unless you're busy?"

"I have all the time in the world."

It was strange. Emma decided. She had known him for less than five minutes and there he was in her apartment, sat on her sofa as she made hot chocolates. She had been with Jack a month and he hadn't even been to her building. Let alone her apartment.

"So how was breakfast?" Killian asked. "With your friend?"

"It was…" Emma shrugged, walking over with two mugs. "Alright, I guess." She frowned.

"Just alright?" Killian asked. "Thanks." He took the mug and sipped it. Smiling softly. "You remembered."

"Huh? Oh. It's my favourite drink. I was so surprised when I began drinking yours earlier. I don't know many people who like it."

"Someone I used to know liked it." He smiled softly at the memory.

"They have good taste." Emma grinned.

"Aye, they did." He agreed. "I like your apartment." He hummed, looking around the room.

"Oh, thanks." Emma followed his gaze, hoping she didn't leave any laundry out. She heard a soft gasp and followed his eyes to the chair opposite them. The leather jacket folded neatly.

She doesn't know why she began sleeping on the sofa. Maybe because the second night after finding the jacket she immediately stayed on the sofa, the jacket over her, and she fell asleep straight away. Not wanting to risk changing anything and ruin her suddenly decent sleep pattern she stayed. Henry stopped questioning it after a week.

Emma was shocked at the look on the man's face. He stared at it for a long moment. Emma could have sworn he had tears in his eyes.

Then it was gone, it must have been the light.

They drank in silence. But rather than with Jack where the silence drowned them, causing Jack to fill it with whatever was in his head. This felt like peace.

"So. Your breakfast date."

"It wasn't a date," Emma said quickly before frowning. "I mean... It was… But…"

"But?"

"I don't know. I think I want to end it." Emma said after a long moment before laughing. "How easy was that? It's crazy. When I see him." She shrugged "It all goes out the window."

"Do you see him often?"

"Every day." She shrugged. "For the last few weeks at least."

"And every time you try and break up with him?"

"No. Only sometimes, I just-" Why is it so easy to talk to him? She doesn't know him. "- I think about things. I'm not very good at relationships. That's probably it."

"Possibly," Killian said softly.

Emma looked over at him. "What else could it be?"

Killian shrugged non committedly. "Where did you get that jacket from." He asked suddenly.

Emma frowned. "I don't remember. I've had it years." She shrugged. "Why? Do you like it?"

She could see him pulling off leather.

Killian laughed. "It's nice. Is it your boyfriends?"

"Jack isn't... " She paused. "No. It isn't."

"Have you thought, maybe the reason you are hesitant about this relationship is due to past relationships?"

Emma froze. "How did you…"

Killian looked over. "I know a lot of things. I also now know that you have that jacket that you cannot remember getting. I know that you can't remember a lot of things. When you think, it makes your head hurt and you can feel a fog in your mind. I know that you think things, random things, and as soon as it enters your head it's gone again. I also know that a man approached you a while back. You were polite enough to accept his drink, even though you wanted to leave, and every time you go more than a day without seeing him… or even better, you see him but don't drink anything, you want to break up with him. Until you have another drink."

Emma's mind raced. That can't be right. There wasn't a correlation between her seeing him and ….

Oh my god.

There was.

Emma's brain began to fog, to fight against this man's words. A warm hand on hers jolted her, the fog clearing. Her eyes opened. Killian there, his blue eyes staring at her.

Wait, when did he have a hook where his hand was?

"You can remember Swan. Remember, Remember the man in that jacket."

"I… I can't." She breathed, her other hand reaching out, touching the cold metal. The feel of it. It was familiar… It hurt so much, the fog getting denser and denser.

"Remember Storybrooke."

She frowned. "Storybrooke? That's where Jack wants to take me."

"You can't. Not yet. You need to remember."

"Remember what?" Emma asked, her face screwing up as the pain became louder and louder.

"Remember who you are Swan." She didn't even realise how close he had gotten.

"Remember me."

Lips touching hers, soft but firm.

That aftershave.

The same that was on the jacket.

A pulse rippled through her, causing the room to shake. She couldn't think, everything was too much, the past rushing between her eyelids like a film on fast forward, her life, the one she had missed. The fog had cleared.

"Killian?" She breathed, pulling away, her forehead against his.

"Aye love. It's me." Emma let out a wet laugh.

She remembered everything.