Sorry I took long to update buuuut I needed to build up suspense for this half of the fic.

I have three words for you: Welcome. To. Storybrooke.

I do not own Once Upon a Time, or any of its perfectly imperfect characters.

Scott had been a fisherman for as long as he could remember. Every morning, he'd wake up and go out to the harbor. He'd sell his catch to Leroy, a friend of his, and then go on to be sold in the market of Storybrooke. What had always perplexed him was that he was the only fisherman in town. Oh well, more profits for him. Then every night on his way home, he'd see the sheriff's car drive down his street.

One evening, he decided to do what he never usually did: go to Granny's Diner. For no particular reason, really, he just wanted a change of scenery. The waitress, Ruby, was being more flirty than usual when she saw him walk in.

"Can I get you anything, Scott?" she asked him, after fixing her red lipstick.

"Hot chocolate would be nice. To go." He told her with a smile.

"Right away!"

Ruby strutted away, smiling to herself, knowing she'd found her new target for the night, even though they'd met before. Her grandmother stood by wiping powdered sugar off the counter and rolled her eyes.

"Ruby, wipe that smile off your face, he's much older than you!"

"Grandma! Be quiet!"

The waitress walked back with his chocolate and receipt, her cheeks matching the hue of lips, and she set it down in front of him.

"Thank you! See you around, Ruby."

"Good night." She told him, as she locked her gaze on next prey of the night. He shook his head as he walked out the diner, thinking how Ruby would never, ever change.

Scott walked to his car and turned on the ignition. He drove for a couple of minutes until he heard the engine sputter and die. He looked over and realized the car battery had stopped working.

"Bloody hell…" he said as he smacked the steering wheel. He leaned his head on it trying to register what just happened and took a deep breath while looking around to see if anyone could help. No one. The building's lights were all out and there were no other cars around.

Just then, as if by fate, Scott heard the engine of another car coming closer. Then he saw two bright headlights and got out of the car to see who it was. A yellow buggy was parked behind his and a blonde woman emerged from it. He knew immediately it was the sheriff but then he realized he had never really looked at her.

"Hi," she said as she walked over. "Dead battery?"

Scott nodded and internally smacked himself for acting like a shy teenager. He cleared his throat,

"Yes. Sadly."

"Luckily for you," she paused, while taking something out of her car. "I can jumpstart your car."

"You're a lifesaver." Scott told her, nodding to her.

"It's what I do. Hang on while I park the car in front of yours."

The sheriff did as she had said and soon was chattering away asking him questions about the car. He mostly just answered with nods, shrugs and "Yup" because he was too busy studying her.

She was beautiful; anyone that looked at her could not deny it. He studied the curve of her waist hidden beneath a red leather jacket and her knee high brown boots. She had big green eyes and full pink lips that were frowning in concentration with her handiwork. His eyes landed on the sapphire stone being held in place by what looked like a mermaid's tail resting on one of her fingers. Something clicked in him as if he had just remembered something.

They're the same color of your eyes…

Scott shook his head, dismissing the words in his mind. He took a deep breath and asked,

"So who do I thank for helping me?"

"Emma. Emma Swan. You don't need to call me Sheriff."

Emma. Where had he heard that before?

"Well thank you, Emma."

She chuckled, "Oh, it's no problem. Wait I told you my name. What's yours?"

"Scott Knight." He said with a smile, trying to focus on the current situation as his mind was shooting thoughts around at lightning speed.

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Scott." She said as she turned to face him, finally taking a good look at him. He could've sworn he saw her eyes widen in surprise. A grin slowly spread across her face as she shook his hand.

"Hey is that hot chocolate?" Emma asked him, a new friendlier tone in her voice.

"Yes it is!"

"That's my favorite. But I only drink it with whipped cream and cinnamon sprinkled on top. I don't know. Weird childhood quirk, I guess."

"Well, I'd have to try it sometime."

She laughed and told him, "I'll join you." She was starting to walk back toward her car. Scott blurted out the question before he could think,

"So that means we'll see each other again?"

Emma froze as she had her car door halfway open and leaned on it. She turned to him and nodded.

"Maybe. Good night, Scott."

"Good night, Emma."

He got back in his car and sighed, knowing full well this would not be the last time they would see each other. He couldn't help but replay what just happened in his mind. He had the strangest, most wonderful feeling about her.

Like he'd known her in another life…

Scott drove back home and threw himself on his couch, exhausted and lying sprawled like a rag doll as sleep slowly consumed him. Something in him had changed but he couldn't put his finger on it quite yet. But Scott knew it had to do with Emma Swan and he was not going to rest easy until he put the pieces of this puzzle together.