Good news. This series has now been expanded into a set of drabbles based off the first chapter due to popular demand although they will not be in chronological order. Infrequent updates (mainly when I have writers block for my other stories). I also am taking prompts so if you have something you want to see leave a comment in your review or message me on tumblr at hissaviourqueen (I will probably answer quicker there).

Prompt: "Killian somehow reverts to AU Killian in Storybrooke."

Emma is not far along in this one: it's set about two months after they return from the Alternate Universe the author put them in (so just after the first chapter).

- Shauna! xo

"Are you sure you're okay?" Emma questioned her boyfriend for what felt like the millionth time, shooting him a concerned look over their dining table as he sat rigidly, fingers clenching into a fist on the table as his hook strayed loosely by his side.

"Fine," he muttered, eyes focussed downwards as his fingers twitched.

He looked... almost shy? That couldn't be right. Killian was, well, he was him and he was never shy. In fact, 99% of the time he was a smug, arrogant bastard and no one could convince her otherwise.

She frowned in response. Something was clearly up.

"Killian-"

He stood abruptly, the table shaking with his strength as he pushed away. His pancakes were left forgotten on his plate. That in itself was strange. Killian always ate what was on his plate and some more-

-"The food in this realm is a wonder, Swan," he had exclaimed to her one day when she had asked him.

She had just snorted in reply, Henry joining in though the effect was lost when the young teenager bit into his burger with the same look as Killian.

Rolling her eyes, she had muttered "Males under her breath" much to Killian's dismay if the exclaimed, "Oi" was any indication or (if not) the light flick against her ear would have. She had simply stuck her tongue out at him response but he had covered her mouth with his shortly afterwards and the impact she wished to have had on him was lost.

Henry muttering "Get a room" was the only thing that pulled them apart, displeasure evident on his face as she grinned at her son.

"It's nothing," he muttered before flashing out of their door, the frame shaking on its hinges behind him, protesting, without looking back even once.

She sighed, expecting to hear the sound of their car engine revving in the driveway but the creases in her forehead increase when she instead hears nothing but silence.

Curiosity getting the best of her, she also rose and jogged quickly to their door, opening it to find their driveway empty, aside from their car of course as Killian still refuses to park it in the garage-

-the one time she had questioned him on the subject he had simply huffed, "It's Storybrooke, love, I highly doubt a new ice queen will come and destruct the vehicle, it's much more of a danger by itself".

(He still hadn't let the idea go that the car could cause death, despite her trying to convince him multiple times).

"It's a deathtrap, Swan," he had argued only last week, "You shouldn't be driving. Especially not in your condition."

He had glanced meaningfully down at her slightly swollen stomach (although it still wasn't completely noticeable by now), his hand curving over it with a soft smile passing over his lips and well, she didn't have any further arguments. The look on his face when he spoke of their unborn child (so soft and so full of love that it left her with her own binding smile) left her speechless as it normally does.

Instead, she grasped onto his hand (the one moving slowly across her stomach as though he could feel it kicking already, though she'd already told him it was much too soon for that) and interlocked their fingers, clenching tightly around his.

(Well, not that many anyway. After all, when was she known to leave something be? And she was sure she'd think of more persuasive arguments soon, not that he'd listen to her).

She was pretty sure the frown was permanent on her face as she glared out onto the driveway.

Just where had he gone?

XXX

It was past noon by the time Emma had caught up with Killian (she'd had to drop Henry off at Regina's first; he said he was babysitting Roland whilst she and Robin attended some dinner). He was sitting straight backed at their dining table with his chin raised and lips pressed into a thin line. Liam had been the one to call-

-"You need to get over here," he had demanded not even ten minutes ago, "Something's happened."

Her instincts had kicked in then and she was pretty sure she'd broke every speed limit in Storybrooke trying to get back to their house. It was probably a good idea she was the sheriff (demoted to deputy since she was pregnant, both her father and Killian claiming it was too dangerous-

-"What if we suddenly have an infestation of monsters, Swan?" Killian had exclaimed before shaking his head at her, "No, you can't."

As much as she despised being told what to do, she eventually agreed to everyone's concerns and took a step back from her responsibilities, allowing Killian to step up as deputy and bless his heart, he did everything he could whilst her father was Sheriff.

She did put up a fight though as she always did when somebody told her she could not do anything. Definitely, if Killian's banishment to the couch for the entire weekend was any consolation.

(He should know her well enough by now that it wasn't going to end up any other way).

"Swan-" he had argued when she slammed the door shut in his face.

She had growled at him, the sound building up from deep in her chest.

(Him inferring that it was pregnancy hormones that was the cause of her irrational behaviour certainly didn't help his case, she thought as she fumed, laying across her, their, bed).

"So we have a problem," Liam told her as he placed a glass of water softly down in front of his brother.

"You don't say," she raised an eyebrow towards him.

Killian wasn't moving, his eyes focused downwards on the dark, wooden table which made her eyes push together, mouth parted as she contemplated what was wrong this time.

Liam came to stand opposite her, his eyes flickering between her and his brother before pausing on Killian.

"Killian," he began softly as though he was afraid of scaring him off, "I'm just going into the quarters next door to talk to... a friend."

A nodded reply was the only response he got, Killian's eyes never moving.

Ignoring the hand gestures Liam was throwing her way, she stood there stubbornly with her arms crossing over her chest, a loud huff escaping her.

Friend?

XXX

"What?" she screeched out, hands flailing by her sides as she registered what she was being told.

That was not possible. At least it shouldn't be. It couldn't be. Right?

Liam sighed, hand reaching out to smoothen the collar of her red, leather jacket before gesturing for her to sit and unhappily she did so, frowning.

"I don't know how or even rather when, but he does seem to be-"

"What? Reverted back to the alternate universe version of himself? How is that even possible? It can't be. He can't be like this. Not again," she bit out, trailing off towards the end as her voice softened, realising she was snapping at Liam when it wasn't his fault. In fact, he probably was just as annoyed and irritated with the situation as she was: Killian was his brother after all.

Speaking of, Liam looked startled at her tone, eyes wide as he stared back at her and to be fair, she'd never really been like that around him before.

She could blame pregnancy hormones for her aggressive manner but really, she'd always been this way.

"Sorry," she sighed before he could speak, "I didn't mean to take it out on you. I know it's not your fault."

He offered her a soft smile, leaning forward to press a hand to her knee reassuringly.

"It's not yours either."

She smiled back and allowed herself to be comforted, however briefly.

She sighed once more, releasing a large puff of air as she stared down at his hand on her knee for a few seconds. It was actually nice accepting the odd comfort. She didn't usually (obviously).

"I just thought that after... everything, things would slowly get back to normal," she laughed bitterly, "I guess I don't really know what the definition of normal is anymore."

Liam's eyes softened, his hard blues transforming into a liquid as he stared back at her, "I'm sure you'll get that normal at some point. Maybe not for quite a while but definitely someday."

And it was his attempt at a joke that caused her to snort in between grimaces.

Things fell to a rather comfortable silence before she glanced up at him, "What do we do?"

He shot her a look, one full of empathy and understanding.

"You broke it once. I'm sure you can do it again."

She started at that, visually flinching back as though she hadn't thought of that.

"True love's kiss," she murmured, watching him give her a wicked smile which was just double of the pirate captain she knew.

"Exactly."

Somehow, she didn't think things would be quite that easy.

And she was definitely correct as she sat there two hours later, a befuddled Killian looking back at her with his mouth gaping open as his eyes widened comically and yep, he and Liam were definitely brothers (they had the exact same confused expression).

"Excuse me?" he squeaked out.

She almost laughed at that. Almost. It was simply the thought that it would counter productive that stopped her from doing so.

"What she means," Liam interrupts, shooting her what she's sure is a distasteful look for her lack of sensitivity, "is that you are experiencing amnesia. Of sorts."

She flickers her eyes to Liam's, a smile spreading over her lips in what is supposed to be an impressed look. He simply rolls his eyes at her, clearly in no mood to hear her typically teasing comment of "Wow, aren't you doing well in becoming a member of the twenty first century." (she teased them both with that jab).

"I'm afraid I don't comprehend," his eyebrows jutted together as his forehead crinkles into confusion.

She snorts at his wording. Ever since they'd started properly 'dating' (how she despised that word as did he), he'd become less refined in everything he said so it was a little strange to see him like this now. In fact, she almost felt reminiscent to the time she'd first met him (the actual first meeting, not the multiple meetings they'd had since then, damn technicalities).

"Basically you have a whole different life which you are unaware of," Emma smiles sweetly at Killian, pearly whites appearing as her mouth parts.

His eyebrows furrow as he deeply stares at her, clearly trying to piece together the information he has just been handed.

She can almost hear Liam's teeth snap together in annoyance and impatience. What? She's about as subtle as a bull in a china shop, she's aware. Always been more of rip the band aid off type of girl. And anyway, wasn't it better for him to learn the truth as fast as possible? Try to get his memory back... somehow?

She watches as his eyes flicker back to his brother for confirmation as though he couldn't trust her word. That stung (she almost winced out loud at the notion, too). She was usually the one he looked to for anything.

"While I would have phrased it more delicately, yes, that pretty much covers it," Liam tells his brother.

His eyes are focussed on Liam as he responds, "So I'm not who I think I am?"

"That would be correct."

"The possibility of that should be none existent," Killian comments.

Liam chuckles, "The amount of times you've lost at least a fraction of your memory would disturb you."

Things go silent after that, each of them allowing Killian time to get his head together as his eyes narrow into slits, lips pressed firmly together as he pinches the bridge of his nose.

It's not five minutes later when his eyes flash around to hers as though something just registered in his brain, "And you, what is my-uh connection with um, you?"

This time it's her who hesitates, not quite sure where to start. It is a complicated story after all and how much should she tell him? How much does he need to know before they return his memories?

"We're together."

His mouth parts on a gasp, eyes glazing over as they drift across her face.

"I'm courting you? This other me, he is courting you?" he half questions-half comments, the words foreign on his tongue.

She giggles slightly at the look of disbelief on his face, "Something like that."

He shoots her a wicked smile, lips twisting up into a sinful smirk that only captain hook is capable of and it almost makes her think an innuendo is about to pass from his lips as his eyes drawl over her face. His lips part as though he means to ask a further question but she is saved from having to answer when Liam speaks up instead, "We really should find Regina though. Perhaps she can offer some assistance."

XXX

And that was how she found herself in her current position: living with someone in the skin of her Killian (but it wasn't him, not really) and skirting around him as though not to scare him.

(Both she and Liam had agreed to only tell him the necessities such as his relationships with others, she hadn't even got into the I'm pregnant thing yet).

She had no idea when his memories would return or how long it would take. No one did really.

"I can't tell you," Regina insisted to Emma.

"He doesn't remember who anybody is! There must be something you can do," she practically snarled at the queen.

Regina just sighed, understanding and empathy lighting her eyes as she looked back at the blonde, "I've told you, Emma. It's just a reaction of returning from the alternate universe and, of course, the bond you two now share as it was the two of you that broke the curse that sent us all to that universe. It will ease by itself and there is nothing you nor I can do that will speed the process along."

"But-"

"I'm sorry."

She however, did seriously hope he returned to his normal self before she started putting on a noticable amount of weight because explaining that would go along just fine. Probably something along the lines of "Yeaah, I know you can't remember the consummation but I'm pregnant with your child" because wouldn't that just be dandy?

She just wanted Killian back. Her Killian and not the one she was spending her days with.

In some ways, they were very similar: he still had an aversion to modern technology, especially cars, and he still thought the food in Storybrooke was magnificent (heaven forbid he ever visit Italy). However, in most ways he was but a stranger. It was mainly how she pictured him to be from his lieutenant days (as Liam had described, telling her all sorts of their journey's together and she had to admit, she was curious).

The one time she had asked him about his sailing days, he'd said, "I was an uptight, focussed young lad. You wouldn't have liked me as much as you do the dashing rapscallion."

He had winked and she'd rolled her eyes at him in response, scoffing under her breath.

"And there's that Jones modesty."

"You love it, Swan."

She'd snorted, "That's debatable."

"Oi!"

They'd somehow settled into a predictable pattern. She and Killian would eat a meal together each evening. She still laughed at how he marvelled at the different foods she presented him with (the courtesy of Granny because she could burn the house down if she tried cooking).

But it wasn't the same and it wouldn't be until he was himself again. Preferably sooner rather than later and favourably before she went into labour (she couldn't do this alone, not again). She just wished there was something she could do.

She heard a loud bang, signalling Killian's return and her back automatically straightened as she busied herself with cooking.

Killian had recently taken to helping out at the dock's with Liam and he had been told all about the Jolly Roger-

-though he was still a little unsure that it was his ship so his older brother had been showing him the ropes (quite literally).

"Swan!" his loud voice exclaimed out as she heard the door burst open, banging against the wooden wall loudly.

Her eyes flickered up, shocked, at the nickname that spilled out from his lips just as he came dancing through the wooden door to the kitchen, coming to an abrupt stop in front of her.

(He'd taken to calling her Emma ever since... everything.)

His eyes were blue and intense on her face as a grin tugged up from the corners of his lips, causing his left dimple to protrude.

She barely had time to ponder that before a callous hand snuck around the nape of her neck, dragging her forward as a set of very red lips came crashing down against her. Gasping, her mouth parted in shock and he immediately took advantage, tongue diving out between her lips as it began a very familiar dance with hers.

His hooked arm wound tightly around her waist and pulled her more firmly into him, his hips nestled against hers as he let out a quiet grunt. Brushing against the soft skin of her pink cheek, his thumb never ceased its movements as his fingers gripped tightly onto her neck and behind her blonde curls.

By the time she came back around and realised what was happening, his teeth were digging into her bottom lip and she gasped once more, hands gripping onto the lapels of his jacket as she kissed him more fiercely, the passion radiating from within her-

-it had nearly been a month since they'd last even kissed, okay?

She don't know where she found the strength but she eventually did, pushing away from him with a loud gasp as she took an unsteady step backwards, feeling wobbly and unstable on her feet

"What... was that?"

He grinned at her, a true Captain Hook smirk as he stepped back into her space, thumb rubbing the space under her eyes with a concerned look on his face and it was only then that she realised she'd been crying. Damn pregnancy hormones.

His gaze was soft as his eyes glazed into hers, his eyes a soft liquid, "That was me kissing the woman I love more than life itself."

Her mouth parted as her eyes widened, forehead crumpling as she registered his words.

"Wh-what?" she stuttered

He was still smiling softly down at her as his eyes flickered downwards, peering up at her from beneath his lashes.

"I remember."

Her mouth parted to question him but he was suddenly all around her, arms wrapped tightly around her frame and his lips were suddenly joined with hers and she could nothing but kiss him back.

All questions, all answers could wait while later. This. Them. That was what mattered most right now.

And before she knew it she was stripped of all of her clothes and laid softly in the centre of their bed, his clothes joining hers carelessly on the floor soon after. Then, they were joined as one, his length sliding effortlessly along her walls, slick with desire, as she moaned out his name with her head tipped backwards.

His lips were still on hers as he worked himself in and out of her, bottoming out as he groaned out her name in reply. It was like he never wanted to part from her as he coaxed yet another moan from her and then his hand was there, rubbing gentle circles against her bundle of nerves and she exploded, seeing stars behind her eyelids as he followed not two thrusts later.

"I love you," he murmured as he collapsed on the bed next to her as he pulled her back against his chest, his hand coming down to run against her small bump and she could feel his lips turning up into a smile against the delicate skin of her neck. "And you little one."

XXX

It was only later (when they'd gone twice, once was never enough for either of them) when she asked him, did he tell her how he got his memories back.

"The scarf," he told her shortly, eyes searching hers as he tangled their fingers together and brushing a soft, lingering kiss against her knuckles. "Liam was showing me all the hiding places I apparently had on the Jolly and I came across it."

She smiled at that. She'd finally returned it to him two months previous of their true love's kiss and boy, was she glad she had. If that was the reason he was here with her. The reason why all of him was here.

"It felt... familiar as it layed in my hands and then everything just went black," his eyes never faltered from hers as he tugged her closer, "When I awoke to Liam looking nervous, everything was there. It was like the missing piece had just clicked and I knew I had to see you."

He paused momentarily, looking down at their joined hands before his eyes flickered back up to hers once more, lips brushing across her cheek before he pulled away with sigh.

"Then I saw you and I knew. Everything just came back in one startling moment of clarity."

Her eyes were glistening with tears as he finished, much to Killian's dismay as his lips brushed them away, humming under his breath.

She abruptly moved, straddling him in one quick movement as she grinned down at him, lips coming to brush softly against his as he eagerly responded, hands coming to grip her hips to encourage her slow rocking against him. He was groaning against her as she gripped him in her hand, beginning to stroke the velvety skin as his hips followed her movements.

"Round three?" she mumbled against his lips.

She shrieked, suddenly finding herself pinned down into the soft sheets with his large body covering her. He didn't stay still though, trailing his hips down across her breasts (stopping briefly to suck her left nipple into his eager mouth, much to her dismay) before he settled his shoulders in between her thighs.

"What a lovely idea, sweetheart," was muttered against her thigh before his lips descended onto her, teeth sucking her clit into his hungry mouth causing a toe curling moan to come tumbling out of her mouth.

And well, if she couldn't really walk the next morning, she most definitely smacked him around his head for the shit eating grin that spread over his lips when he saw her discomfort. She almost immediately forgave him. Especially when he made her his delicious pancakes (which she had missed incredibly) and run her a hot bath, joining her as he pulled her against his chest.

"I love you," he whispered against her.

"Love you," she mumbled back before darkness descended and she vaguely remembered him carrying her to bed, tucking the thick sheets around her as sleep overtook.