A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while. Life got a bit busy. This chapter is really short but I should have another up by Tuesday.

Disclaimer: I haven't even gotten a writing job on a show yet, let alone own one.

~Rose

Chapter Four

"As he tried to reassemble it."

"Are you going to stand there all day with your head up your ass or are you going to get to work?" Mr. Black yelled at Killian. If Killian thought he had issues with his boss before he didn't realize how bad it would be today while his mind was on other things. Things such as the gorgeous blonde that was in his bed last night and then took off without even giving him her name. How was he supposed to please his cranky old boss, that Killian and the other dock workers had nicknamed Blackbeard, while he couldn't get that woman out of his head? Killian grumbled his response back to Mr. Black and turned back to the boat he was trying to fix.

"You alright, Jones?" William Smee, one of the friendlier coworkers of Killian's, asked.

"Yeah," Killian grunted back, "Why?"

"You just seem a bit off today." Smee always was observant. He'd been a decent friend since he started working there after he quit the British navy and moved to America.

"I'm fine," Killian lied. How could he ever explain what had happened? There would be too many questions. No one had seen Killian this crazy over a woman since Milah. And he had only just met this one, hell he didn't even know her name. He had to get over himself.

Smee either believed his lie or didn't want to push any further. He just nodded his head and walked away to get back to work. Killian was more than okay with that, he wanted to be alone. Well, actually, he wanted to be with her but since that wasn't likely, alone was the next best thing.

This work day was never going to go fast enough.

~O.o.O.o.O~

Killian didn't have a drinking problem. He didn't. Sure he liked his rum, but he by no means had a problem. At least that's what he told himself to make himself feel better that he was sitting in the bar before five in the afternoon for the second day in a row. Yesterday may have been all Robin's doing but today was all on him. He'd love to blame the gorgeous blonde but he just couldn't. Not when he was too busy blaming himself for wanting more than a one night stand with a woman. He didn't do relationships. He hadn't had more than a one night stand in years. Not since Milah. And now the one woman that he actually wanted something more with ran.

Killian drained his shot glass of rum again. The bartender, a new bloke named Will, gave him a look. "Another," Killian said gruffly. Will poured another shot of rum, concern on his face. Killian downed it. "Another," he said again. Will poured yet another shot but was reluctant to give it to the already drunk man. Killian practically snatched it out of Willis hand. "Leave the bottle."

Will had finally had enough. "Is she worth it, mate?"

What?" Killian asked gruffly.

"This woman you're getting plastered over."

Killian groaned inwardly. This Will was a surprisingly perceptive bastard. "Who says there's a woman?"

"Please," Will scoffed, "I know the look of heartbreak when I see it."

"Do you now," Killian said with a smug grin, hoping to deflect.

"That I do. Do you know what else I know?"

"What?" Killian asked, wishing Will would just leave him alone.

"That talking about it helps."

Killian gave him a stony look. "Maybe you should mind your own business, mate."

"Just trying to help," Will said, getting defensive. "But fine, don't listen to me. Drink yourself to the bottom of the bottle. It won't solve anything. Trust me, I know."