A/N: Hey everyone! Thanks for waiting during my little hiatus from writing this fic. I have been absolutely swamped with the end of program madness, but I am hoping I have now turned a corner and that I can do some writing more regularly. I miss getting to write these fluffy fics when the real world calls, but I am happy to report my muse got chatty again, and with a brief window of time I managed to write this next chapter of 'When We Collide.' We find Emma and Killian still en route to their new life, and there's not a ton of action (that is coming later on), but some conversations need to be had for sure. Not to fear, nothing too too angsty in this chapter, and hopefully the surrounding cuteness is appreciated by all. Thanks so much for reading and hope you all enjoy!

No one ever felt so good in the middle-of-nowhere Nebraska.

Not to say that people didn't have happy lives in this state, or that there weren't parts of this place that held beauty and meaning and excitement, but it was a commonly known fact when taking a cross country trek that Nebraska was a seemingly endless, barren span of driving. There were no trees, no hills, no real sights to see. It was just two lanes of highway going one way and two lanes of road on the other side. Occasionally there were billboards, and those made for a laugh. Some were more expected, reading 'Gas Ahead!' or 'Next Exit 82 Miles,' but others were a wild contradiction. Everything out here was either about Jesus or sex shops and that was not an exaggeration. Nearly every billboard they passed warned about the dangers of the devil or openly bragged about having the best stash of adult toys in the Midwest. It was absolute craziness, and in the meantime, there was just nothing out here at all. Just scraggly, heat ridden crops, miles of empty fields, and a horizon that stretched on for what felt like forever.

Yet while many people may not like the nothingness, Killian and Emma were of a very different mind. Sure, it had been a long few days of riding, but for Killian that meant having Emma curled up against him for hours on end. It felt damn good to have her holding him tight as they headed down the highway, and when they stopped to stretch their legs or use the facilities, they'd fallen into a pattern of shifting over the reins. In the downtime and when they wanted to get off the main road, Killian was showing Emma more about his bike, letting her get a feel for the machine and showing her how to captain it herself.

It was questionable how legal this was, of course. Emma had no license, but some of these states further out west didn't pay any mind to that. Besides, there were no lawmen out anywhere. In their five hours of driving today they'd passed nothing and nobody but 18 wheelers making the trip from one coast to another. As such, Killian didn't have much fear in letting Emma really ride, and it had only taken about an hour to learn the truth: his Swan was a natural and also a speed demon.

"I can't get over how awesome this is," Emma said, pulling off her helmet and shaking out her hair in a way designed to distract and entice any man. Even with a backdrop of nothingness, on a deserted road off highway where he'd let her spread her wings, Emma was stunning. Tie that in with the red leather jacket she'd been wearing all trip, her dark wash jeans, and the boots he knew she needed for the road, and he was done for.

They were only an hour or so from their next stop, a quaint, but fully fortified home in the city (a generous word given how small the place was) of North Platt, but Killian was in no rush. How could he be when Emma's eyes were radiating the excitement of the moment, and her hair, despite just being in her helmet seemed windswept and wild. She was bloody gorgeous in all ways, but in the throws of something that thrilled her, she was entirely too much for his heart to handle.

Unable to stop himself, he pulled her flush against him for a searing kiss and he loved the way she leaned into it and seemed just as ravenous as he was. Instantly the rush of excitement Emma was feeling on the bike was channeled into their embrace, and Killian groaned at the contact. Her hips arched against him as her hands pulled him close. She nipped and licked and tasted him with the same feverish need that he had for her and it hiked his desperation to hold her close and sate the rising need between them. She was driving him mad, tempting him in ways nothing ever had before. He had half a mind to fuck her out here on the bike. The thought of it pulled a growl low from his chest, but the voice in the back of his head told him no. This wasn't right. Not out here. Deserted as it was, cars were still passing and someone could see, and he'd never risk that with someone so precious as Emma. Instead he had to calm down and pull away, and when they drew back, her face was kissed with pink, not just from the ride, but from his attentions. The lust between them clung as hard to her as it did to him. Her green eyes were dark now, her breathing labored, and she wet her lips absentmindedly, causing a tug in his gut that wanted him to say fuck the rest of the world and take her here.

"I'm definitely adding a bike to my list of things to get," she said breathily, her mouth curving up into a knowing grin. She was fully aware of how worked up he was now, and she shifted ever so slightly against him, rubbing up against his hard length barely contained by these damn tight pants. "I need more of that in my life."

"Consider it done, love," he said, his voice so gruff it was unrecognizable. "When we finally get home, you choose the make and it's yours."

"You don't have to do that, Killian," Emma said, suddenly more serious, like it had never dawned on her that he would gift her such a thing. "A bike is a big deal, and I'm perfectly capable of buying my own. I'll just find a job and save for a while. I've done it before."

"Aye, love, there's no doubt you have and that you can. You can do anything you set your brilliant mind to," he agreed, taking the hand that was placed against his heart and kissing it tenderly. He watched her swallow harshly but her eyes never left his face as she took him in with full consideration. "If it means a lot to you that you do it on your own, so be it. I will never stand in the way of what you wish. I only meant that you're not on your own any more Emma, and I need – no, damn it, I want - to take care of you, as much as you'll let me."

A soft and understanding smile tugged at Emma's lips once more that warmed into a true smirk as she quietly thought to herself. He bit his tongue, barely refraining from asking what exactly she was thinking, but he didn't want to overpower her. He may have the urge to share absolutely everything with Emma, and to care for her, provide for her, and protect her all the days of his life, but he would not crowd her. He couldn't bear to pressure her or make her feel suffocated. This wasn't about taking control from her for his own gain, it was just… well he couldn't really explain. He was just so damn protective and so desirous to make sure she had everything she wanted and more. And it only felt fair to that part of himself, for she was truly the master of their fates, holding his heart and hopes in her delicate hands.

"Someday I'm going to really push you," she said and his brow furrowed in confusion. "I'm going to push you past the perfect gentleman you always tend to be."

"I'm just trying to be what you deserve, love," he said, his voice betraying his concern at her characterization. Did she think he was faking with her? He wasn't, he was just trying not to fuck everything up before it could really take flight.

"I know," she agreed, running her fingers along his brow and pushing back the hair that was growing longer each day and starting to fall across his face. The lightness of her touch made sparks fly under his skin. The fondness in her voice swept away his fears, and left only her truth in its wake. "And I love that, I really do. It means the world to me how much you care. But I'm dying to see what happens when you just let go. When you follow your instincts, those baser ones, the ones that run just a shade or two darker than this."

Her words were an invitation that a part of him craved. She was right after all, he did want more. He wanted to claim her and be so intertwined that he didn't know where he ended and she began. He hated any kind of boundary between them, craved every moment that he held her close, and he wanted to give her everything she could ever want. In is ideal world, Emma did only what she loved and what she wanted, and as flashes of what that might look like came to mind he felt a yearning for more. Marriage, babies, a family. A whole long and lovely life where he was her man and she was his everything.

"We'll get there," she said, pulling him back from his thoughts and kissing him gently again. "Every day we get closer, you know?"

He could only nod and assure her that he knew exactly what she meant. As they came back on the bike with him once again driving, he allowed those thoughts to linger. Things were so good between them right now, so much more than he'd ever imagined. Every day they had only further cemented the bond between them, and the journey out here had been amazing even if they were on the run.

Well, technically they weren't really 'running', for there was no one with the ability to chase them. Killian had been assured that the Crocodile and his strongest fixers were all in custody, and he'd told Emma as much a few days prior. Some of that information had been disclosed by untraceable messages from Will, but there were also numerous stories in the press. Even in the far reaches of Nebraska nothingness, the Crocodile's capture had made the papers. He was one of the most wanted man in the country and right now he was in jail, rotting in a cell, despite his army of crooked cops purchased to keep him free. He was no doubt furious at this unexpected downfall, but none the wiser of their actions. Everyone not arrested in the organization had since dispersed, all of the higher ups in Gold's command and business had gone to ground and Will promised that their case was solid and now even stronger in the face of Gold's takedown. The bust was clean and they had at least a little while where the monster would be held captive without even a chance of bond or bail or trial.

Only with that confidence that no one suspected what he'd done and that Gold was very much occupied could Killian breathe easy, and even then it was only because of Emma. She always brought him strength, even when she didn't realize all the parts at play. That peace was one of the most beautiful gifts she gave him, and it carried through not just the rest of their ride, but also through their arrival at the safe house, their making some dinner, and then falling into bed together. Hours passed, and in all that time Killian felt nothing short of elation. He was complete, with this beautiful woman here in his arms, and he couldn't imagine how he'd ever gotten this lucky. Loving her and having her love in return was the honor of his life, no question about it.

There was only one thing that Killian felt weighing on him right now, and it was one last truth he had to tell before they got back home. He wouldn't call this revelation a secret per se, because it wasn't, not really. It was more an oversight in his disclosures to Emma. The truth about where they were going and the life that awaited them had not been fully explained, and though he'd been putting off that conversation for a few days, he finally felt like it might be time to go there. As if she could tell he had something on his mind, Emma glanced over her bare shoulder to him and smiled, looking like a goddess fallen to this world just for him. He worried about dulling that smile, but in his heart he knew she'd accept this. He just had to man up and tell her already.

"Take a walk with me, love," he pleaded and she blinked up at him from where she lay in this bed, her jade eyes cloudy with lust and confusion. She no doubt believed they were in for the night, and he had too when he drew her in here to ravish her fully, but he had a sudden urge for a change of scene. What he wanted to tell her demanded something different, and he had an idea of how to cushion this could-be blow.

"Now?" she asked.

"Aye, Swan," he chuckled. "I've something to tell you."

"Say no more," Emma said, pushing up and jumping out of bed. His body tightened at the sight of her creamy skin and her beautiful body, but he couldn't get sidetracked. There was time for that later, for now he too had to throw something on and head out to this moment he'd been avoiding for some time.

A few minutes later they were out in the grounds of the property, further away from the house they were staying in, and nowhere near any kind of neighbors. Frogs croaked out their evening tune as the gentle hum of insects sounded out in the night. A subtle breeze washed over the overgrown grasses out front, but here, behind the home was a well worn patch of land that was soft and stable. They naturally found a place to sit, and lay out, neither of them afraid to be directly on the ground. Out here, under the big black sky dotted with stars so very far away, it felt the opposite of New York, and, Killian supposed, it was as good a place as any to tell Emma the whole truth.

"Whatever it is, it'll be okay, Killian," Emma said, squeezing his hand. "You can tell me anything."

"I know, love. I know. It's just… hard to know where to begin exactly."

"Well, who is it about?"

"My brothers," Killian said and Emma nodded in recollection.

"Liam… who we're heading to now. Wait, you said brothers? Like more than one?"

Killian nodded. "Aye, I've more than one. Liam is my only biological brother, my only living kin. But the others, well there were eight at last count. Could be more by now."

"Eight?" she squeaked, followed closely by the question, "And wait, there could be more? What does that even mean?"

"They're my club brothers, Emma."

"Club brothers," she replied, still not following. "What club?"

"Emma, I…" he trailed off but then just put it out there, though perhaps not in the clearest way. "I'm a patched in member of the Land Pirates, Big Sur."

"I'm sorry," Emma said, truly apologetic for her continued lack of understanding. "I'm not getting this. Should I know these… Land Pirates?"

"It's an MC. A motorcycle club." Finally some sort of recognition crossed her features, and just as he'd worried there was concern written all over her face.

"Please tell me motorcycle 'club' is different from motorcycle 'gang,'" Emma begged after a few moments of taking in his words. "I meant what I said, Killian, I'm with you all the way, but if we're just going from one gang to another I -,"

"It's definitely different," he assured her, pulling her into his arms. "My brothers aren't involved in anything illegal. At least not professionally. I can't speak to the past or what happens when things get dodgy, but that's hardly the norm. The club owns a number of businesses in our small town and the ones around them. It was different when my Dad was leading, but Liam changed all that."

Killian proceeded to fill Emma in on the whole truth, about how he'd been born into his father's world but how his mother took him and Liam away when they were small. They moved back to her country for a while, for it took an ocean apart for Meera Jones to feel free of her husband. Much of his life across the pond was something that Emma knew about. In their times together preciously, he'd shared countless memories of his life with his Mum with her. What Emma didn't realize was that their mother's death, which came when he was ten, pushed him and Liam back to his father once more. There were no other relatives to take them, and so they'd been shipped back to America and were raised in the club, seeing a far less ethical life than the one Liam was now trying to make.

In its heyday, or as Killian considered it the darkest times, the Land Pirates ran anything and everything to make a buck. Guns, drugs, women. It was just as bad as Gold's work but without the same rate of success or the appearance of grandeur. His father was an adrenaline junky, addicted to danger, money, women and booze. All of it was constantly present, and only when Liam and Killian enlisted did either of them get free of it. The military became a lifeline for them both, to leave that life behind. War was preferable to the moral corruption that resided in the MC.

"It sounds truly horrible," Emma affirmed when he'd told her this, and he knew she understood the gravity of his statement. He'd also confessed how his time in the service had been brutal, so to say he preferred that to life before painted a bleak picture to be sure. "But I don't understand. If that was what this club stood for, if it was as bad as it sounds, then why would you, uh what was the term, patch in?"

"Aye," he said, impressed that she recalled that small phrase in the midst of much larger revelations. "My father died some years back, and the club pretty much crumbled in his absence. We were glad for that, at least I was. The Jones men had done enough damage. The world was better off without our whole bloody mess. But my father's demise didn't come without consequences. The club's absence left a hole for others to try and come in. Other crews saw the money to be made in our part of the world and they pounced on the chance, and these men were just as malicious as Brennan but with even better follow through. Before long, the rest of the town was being taken over. People with no ties to the club were put in danger and told they needed to submit or give up the homes they'd known. Liam saw that and couldn't stand for it. So he made a choice. He took over as Pres and rebuilt from the ashes."

"I can't imagine that was easy."

It wasn't. The fighting had been rough, and Killian and Liam, as well as the other men Liam had recruited had not been on the right side of the law even if they were preserving true justice. He wouldn't burden Emma with the details unless she asked, but she seemed to take his agreement as enough, pivoting to another thought instead of lingering in the past.

"You make it all sound so…" He held his breath, afraid of what she would say. "Honorable."

"My brother would be proud to hear you say that, love. He's a man driven by honor at all times and in all ways. He would never feel peace unless we did something to mend the scars of Brennan's time here."

"It must have been hard to live in the shadow of your father's misdeeds," Emma said, running her hands along his arm. "For both of you."

"Aye," he agreed, not bothering to deny that. "But of the two of us Liam has always been the better man."

"I don't believe that for a second," Emma said vehemently.

"You should," Killian said, not trying to be down on himself, but stating a fact he'd truly believed his whole life.

"I won't," she countered and in spite of himself Killian laughed, pressing a kiss to her temple as he kept a hold on her. They lay together breathing each other in for some time, before Emma posed a question they'd always danced around but never explicitly broached. "So if the club is better now, why did you leave them? Why not stay with your family and help them make good?"

"You mean why in the world was I wrapped up with Gold in New York?" She nodded. "It's simple really. Liam's route to peace was in facing the demons of our father, but I was much more tied to scars of a different kind. You see, Gold stole from me well before I made it to New York. He killed the only woman I ever loved." Emma looked up at him, shocked and saddened for his pain as he clarified. "My mother."

"Oh Killian," she said hugging him close, and though he expected her to ask for all the details of his mother's death, she didn't. She just held him, running her hands along his body with affection and support.

It brought tears to his eyes, to have a woman who accepted him this way. Who had heard so much, but was still beside him. Her patience was a sign of her strength and her trust, and whether she knew it or not she was healing him and his scars more than anything else ever could. He knew he'd come to tell her the whole story of his Mum someday, and soon, but the fact that he didn't have to do so right now meant the world. Disclosing the sins of his father was enough for one night. The terrible tale of losing his mother could wait.

He couldn't be exactly sure how long they remained out there, taking in the deep night sky as they quietly remained together. All Killian knew was that Emma stayed pressed against him, holding tight and centering him with the sound of her soft breathing and the steady beat of her heart. It beat out in time with his, a gentle rhythm despite the pain of both their pasts. How he had ever lived without this he did not know, but he knew he'd never see another day without her. Because no matter what came next, he was hell bent on staying with his Swan, building their life together and making new memories that healed any and all darkness from the past.

Post-Note: So there we have it. Just another little glimpse into this journey out west. I am enjoying these kind of glimpses into Emma and Killian, and next chapter will bring a final trip moment that will mean a lot for our story. After that we get to see Emma meet Killian's brothers and that should be fun too. Anyway, thanks to all of you for reading and I would love to hear what you think! Sending you all my best and hope you have a great rest of your weekend!