The entire auditorium had gone silent, save for two voices. Emma and Killian were having it out onstage. It was their loudest fight yet. The tech crew had backed into the wings. One of them snuck away to get Ruby.

Emma's head whipped around to look at Killian. "Me? You're the one who's been antagonizing me this entire show! You've been behaving like an arrogant prick!"

"How do you expect me to behave, hmm? No matter what I do you have a problem with me! You're impossible!" Killian shouted at her. He was sick of being blamed for everything that went wrong.

"You're the most obnoxious, conceited, awful person I've ever met!"

"Tell me, Swan, what the hell did I ever do to you? Why do you hate me so much?" He walked over to her.

"Because you strut around like you're God's gift to the world. You never take anything seriously, let alone treat anyone with respect. You get some sick enjoyment out of pushing people's buttons and I'm tired of you thinking you're so much better than the rest of us," She shouted. Killian stared at her angrily. "What?"

"Are you finished?" Emma nodded. "Good. Now it's my turn. Emma, you are one of the most uptight people I've ever met. You act like a bloody queen, and I'm the one who's arrogant? And I'm sorry if seeing others enjoy themselves makes you hate the world, but I won't allow you to make me feel guilty about the way I behave when I haven't done anything wrong." He stalked back to the other side of the room. Emma grabbed one of the water bottles and threw it at him. It flew past his ear. Killian turned around. "Real mature, Swan. Next time maybe you'll actually hit me."

She picked up another bottle. "Wanna bet?"

"That's it, you two," Ruby snapped. She grabbed hold of Emma and Killian's arms and brought them backstage. She led them to one of the dressing rooms. "Get in." They listened. "You two are staying in here until you sort out your problems. I don't care how long it takes. We'll run the whole show again without you if need be. Figure it out!" She slammed the door.

Killian immediately went to jiggle the handle. "It's locked. Damn." He noticed Emma was on her phone. "Swan, what are you doing?"

"Getting out of here." She put the phone to her ear. "Elsa?"

"Emma?" The stage manager's voice came in through the phone.

"Oh thank god. I'm locked in the dressing room. Can you come unlock it?"

"Sure, just give me a minute."

"Is that Emma?" Ruby's voice was heard in the background.

"Uh oh," Emma muttered.

"Yeah, she's locked in the dressing room," Elsa informed the director.

"I know. She's in there with Killian. They're in time out."

"Seriously?"

"Yes. They're not allowed to leave until they sort out their differences. So don't get any ideas about going over there and getting her out."

"Yes, Ruby," Elsa sighed. "I'm sorry Ems."

"Thanks anyway, Elsa. Bye." Emma hung up, then noticed Killian was on his phone.

"Belle, listen, could you please?- Yeah, I know, but- Come on- Belle? Belle?" He hung up. "Bloody girl won't listen. She thinks Ruby has the right idea. Says this'll be good for us."

Emma swore under her breath. "We're officially screwed." She slumped into a chair. She noticed Killian wandering the room. "What are you doing, Jones?"

Killian glanced around. "Just looking. I've never been in the girls' dressing room before. It's so clean."

"It's normally a lot messier than this, I promise."

"Smells a lot nicer than ours, though."

"We put in air fresheners," Emma explained. Killian shrugged and sat on the couch at the other side of the room.

"Oh." An awkward silence ensued. The pair sat there, avoiding eye contact, for what seemed like forever. "So what now?"

"I don't know. We have to 'work things out'."

"Or you could just apologize," Killian suggested.

"Not happening." Emma exhaled. "Ruby's just bluffing. Give it a little bit and she'll send someone to get us."

Killian's stomach rumbled. Emma turned to him. He shrugged. "Didn't eat breakfast."

"Killian, are you an idiot? We have a five hour rehearsal and you don't eat."

"In my defense, I thought we'd be having lunch. I wasn't expecting to get locked in the dressing room," He said tensely. Emma got up and went to one of the make-up tables. "What are you doing, Swan?"

Emma reached into a drawer. "Hungry people are cranky and I'm not staying in here with you being worse than usual. Elsa and I keep a snack stash in here. Would you like a protein bar or trail mix?"

"Protein bar, please." She tossed it to him, grabbing the trail mix for herself. "Thank you." They sat on the couch together. Killian tried to break the tension. "So what are those boxes over there?"

"Props for the show. Fake blood, rubber knives, et cetera. Elsa keeps them in here until tech week."

"I see." They ate their snacks in silence. "So why'd you start doing theater, Swan?"

Emma turned to him. "What?"

"Seeing as we're stuck in here for the forseeable future, we should at least make conversation."

Emma sighed. "Fine." She took a deep breath. "I started doing shows when I was in middle school. I was in a bad home at the time, and it was the easiest way to stay out of the house. They also fed us at rehearsal, which was a plus."

Killian blinked. He hadn't been expecting that. "I'm sorry, Swan."

"It's not your fault," she said with a shrug, "After things got better for me, I just kept doing this because I liked it." Emma shrugged. "How about you?"

"My brother, Liam. He was really into this as a kid. I wanted to be just like him. The second I was old enough, I was onstage. Now he's an English major in college, and I'm here."

"Oh," Emma said. She had never thought of Killian as the tagalong little brother type. Killian glanced over at her.

"Guess we don't know as much about each other as we thought we did, eh?"

"I guess not," She admitted.

"So, what else is there to know about you Swan?"

"Rent."

"Chicago."

"You'd be an excellent Velma, Swan. Peter Pan."

"Seriously? One of your dream shows is Peter Pan? As who?"

"Captain Hook, obviously. He has all the best numbers."

Emma shook her head. "You're ridiculous."

"I'm ridiculous?" Killian raised his eyebrows. "You don't like Les Mis! It's a masterpiece."

"It's pretentious." Emma shrugged. "Agree to disagree, I guess."

"There is a first time for everything." They both laughed.

"Hey Killian?"

"Yeah?"

Emma looked at her feet. "I'm sorry about the way I've been acting. It's been pretty awful."

"It's alright, love. I've not exactly been a gentleman myself." Killian stuck out his hand. "Truce?"

"Truce." They shook hands. "Do you think if we called Elsa, she'd let us out now?" Emma asked.

"Probably. We've been in here for-" He checked his watch, "two hours."

"Ok, I'll give her a call."

Killian grabbed her wrist. "Or…"

"Or?" Emma raised an eyebrow.

"We can have a little fun." Killian eyed the boxes by the wall, grinning mischievously.

Elsa's phone vibrated in her pocket. She put down her paintbrush. One message from Emma Swan. When she opened it, she realized it was a picture. Emma was lying on the dressing room, covered in fake blood. One of Killian's hands could be seen in the picture holding one of the rubber knives. Belle saw Elsa and came over. "Did you get something from Emma?" Elsa nodded. "Me too. Do you think we can let them out now?"

"Probably. They're using props without permission though. I have half a mind to leave them in there another hour."

"At least they're getting along." Belle smiled.

Ruby came over. "Any word from Emma and Killian?"

"Yeah. We can let them out," Elsa grunted. "But if I get stuck scrubbing that stuff off the floor, I swear to god-"

Ruby cut her off. "Let's just worry about getting them out first. Come on."