Sitting in her car, big oversized sunglasses covering half her face, slumped down so far her forehead just barely touching the top of the steering wheel, she couldn't help but call herself a coward.

It had been just over a week since she 'meet' Henry's teacher who just so happened to be the guy she was sleeping with -if fate was real it was one sick son of a bitch. Since that week every time she had gone to drop off or pick up Henry from school she had gone about it as quickly as possible, and took to trying to cover herself. If Henry found it odd that his mother was now dressing like some sort of amateur spy from a bad action movie, he hadn't said anything about it.

She hadn't heard from Killian since their fun little discovery, thankfully, she added. If things were like this now, then fine, that's the way it had to be. But seeing or hearing from him would pop this nice little bubble that she had built up around herself. She was aware of what had happened, but was for the time, choosing to ignore it as much as humanly possible.

The trusty Emma Swan method.

Sighing with relief as children started to pour out of the open doors of the elementary school, Emma straightened up a little bit and switched on the radio to the station Henry always asked for. She saw him heading towards her and smiled brightly at him as he waved to her, saying goodbye to his friends before opening the car door and get it.

"Hey kid, how was your day?"

"Good," he said buckling his seat belt and turning to face her. "Did you know that plants make their own food?!"

"I did, but you're welcome to tell me all about it." She smiled at the excitement on his face, happy he was enjoying school. She started the car again, putting it in drive about to pull out of her parking spot, when she saw him.

She had never seen him here before, the 'disguise' had really just been a safety precaution, to make her feel more comfortable.

But there Killian, 'Mr. Jones' was, walking out of the building heading towards his car looking as dashing as usual. He was dressed similarly to the last time she had seen him. Though now he wore a dark blue plaid print button down, a navy blazer on top, and his normal scruff was starting to turn into a full beard. He waved to a couple of students who called his name on his way before heading towards the direction of the parking lot towards his car.

Resisting the strong urge to duck back down behind the wheel and hide, she continued to pull out of the spot like planned, all the while nodding along to Henry's eleven year old rendition of photosynthesis.

She cursed the parking lot, damning the person who had designed it that it only had one entrance and exit and she would have to pass him to get to it. While her yellow bug was wonderful in many aspects, the fact that the windows were never tinted was not one of them.

She drove past him unbearably slowly -it was a school parking lot, she couldn't exactly run a kid over in her mad dash to escape him 'safety first' and all -just as she felt calm passing his car where he stood fishing for his keys, he looked up, as if sensing something. His eyes somehow managed to find hers in the rearview mirror like he knew it was her. Which seemed unlikely, she had never driven her car to his place, had always taken a cab, he didn't even know what kind of car she drove. But there he was looking at her like he knew.

She sped away after that, breaking perhaps a bit harder than necessary at the stop sign before turning and racing like hell to get out of there.

And if she spent the rest of the night picturing blue oceans and waves, then she told herself it was purely coincidence, and not that son of a bitch fate.

"Shit," Emma mumbled, starring at yesterdays math homework sitting on the kitchen counter forgotten. Henry must have forgotten it, she thought to herself picking it up and grabbing her purse before heading out the door. He must have not yet realized he forgot it or he would have called by now, certainly not the first time that would have happened.

All the while to the school she was nervous, jittery just at the prospect of being in the same building as Killian. it was foolish, she knew this but she couldn't help her nerves. But again, she told herself she wouldn't have to actually see him. She would drop the paper off at the front office and an office clerk would bring it to Henry's classroom, like had happened a million times before.

Entering the school she headed towards the office, ignoring the brightly colored paper flyers telling her about exciting up coming school events. She knocked on the office door before entering seeing it was a nice lady named Belle sitting there. She had talked to Belle a few times before, and always got a good feeling from the brunette.

"Oh no, what did Henry do this time?" The receptionist asked jokingly, smiling at her.

"Forgot his homework." She held up the paper as evidence and placed it on the counter.

"Been a while since that happened! Must have been in a rush this morning."

"He's always rushing off towards something." She smiled back at her before pointing towards the door.

"I've got to get back to work."

"Tracking someone down?"

"Someone's always done something they don't want to face the consequence of. Makes my job easy." She shrugged as she headed towards the door before Belle's voice stopped her.

"Shoot," She heard her mumble.

"What is it?" Emma asked.

"All the clerks are on lunch break." She shrugged thinking that someone could just take it there when they get back. "I'd run it there myself, but I'm not supposed to leave the office empty. " She sighed, looking at Emma sheepishly.

"Would you mind taking it to him? You know the way don't you? It's be such a big help." Emma swallowed, looking at her near pleading face, wondering what excuse she could use to get out of this that wasn't 'Oh shit I slept with my sons teacher now I can't see him'.

Thinking of nothing, she sighed snatching the paper perhaps a bit too harshly form Belle's hand before smiling at her, telling her it was no trouble at all, really, and stalking off toward the direction of the fifth graders hallway.

She slowed down her rapid stomping as she neared Henry's classroom, realizing that acting like a child wasn't going to change anything. She was a grown up and she could act mature about the entire situation, no matter how badly she didn't want to.

When she got there the door was open, a slight hum of talking, page turning, and pencils moving creating a somewhat relaxing sound. She peeked around the corner sheepishly, hoping to maybe get Henry's attention without attracting the attention of the teacher sitting at his desk with his back turned to her.

Henry was sitting on the far left in the middle of the class room, overly absorbed with a conversation he was having with a boy she didn't recognize, to notice her. Rolling her eyes at her cowardliness, but still not wanting to be overly rude, she raised her hand and knocked on the door frame.

Henry, Killian, and every other pair of eyes turned up at her at that, and Henry immediately rushed out of his chair over to her. Killian glanced at her for a moment, a look of remote interest on his face before turning back to the papers on his desk. Until a moment later his head snapped up so fast she would have thought someone slapped him. Apparently just now realizing that it was in fact her standing in his doorway.

She meet his gaze for only a minute before Henry reached her and asked what she was doing here. She tore his eyes away from his far too intense gaze before turning to Henry.

"You forgot this." She said holding out the paper to him. Relief rushed onto his face, as his hands reached out and took the paper, crinkling it slightly in his grip.

"Thanks mom! I thought I grabbed it." She smiled at him, motioning for him to go back to class.

"No problem kid, have a good rest of your day." She smiled at him as he raced back to his seat and tucked the paper carefully away into on of his many colored folders.

Sparing a quick glance back at Killian before she left, she immediately regretted her decision to look. He was still looking at her, eyes practically burning a hole in her head. His eyes flashed up to meet her's momentarily, their intense blues raging and a question on his lips.

Rather than waiting to see if he was going to do anything, she turned and started power walking in the direction she had came, relieved that he hadn't followed her.

Until she heard footsteps quickly gaining on her.

"Swan." He called. She kept walking at first, still wanting very much to not do this next awkward part, but then realized that she couldn't simply pretend she hadn't heard him and abruptly stopped moving, turning to face him.

Her sudden stop hadn't given him notice to stop walking either, resulting in him ending up much closer to her than she would have liked. She took a step backwards from him, plastering on a smile that just barely passed as polite on her face.

"Yes?" She asked, wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.

"Were you going to pretend like you hadn't heard me?" He raised an eyebrow at her. She shrugged in response.

"I stopped didn't I?" She internally flinched at her rudeness, but found that she couldn't help it. She was still frustrated at him and the situation to bother right now.

In response he just looked at her questionably, head cocked, eyebrows scrunched together on his forehead. She sighed before speaking again, if not to just fill the tense silence that was beginning to settle around them.

"I don't see why it would have mattered. There's no reason for us to talk anyway."

"I could have wanted to talk about Henry." He countered to which she in turn, raised a pointed eyebrow at him.

"We both know you don't want to talk about Henry."

"I'm actually quite fond of the lad," He said as his eyes darkened a shade. "But no I don't want to talk about Henry."

"Then we have nothing to talk about." She responded, turning to leave again, getting this time three steps before he stopped her again.

"Bloody hell Emma." He said, nearly whispering 'hell' still being in a school. "Would you just talk to me for a minute?" She whirled on him, frustrated that he didn't get it.

"No Killian, I won't just talk to you for a minute. Don't you know how wrong this is? You're my sons teacher. The best thing for both of us is to forget that this ever happened" She was surprised by how dejected he looked, his entire face falling at his words. She sighed not wanting to feel guilty over doing the right thing.

"I very well know it's wrong Swan, but I can't forget. I've been trying, without success to forget you but it's proving to be an impossible task. It would seem you've left quite the mark." His soft smile was too much in the moment, reminded her of how after, when they had laid in his bed before she would flee, how he would get those smiles. Soft lazy smiles that made her heart want to beat. But now was not the time and place, now was not when there could have been a them -which there wouldn't have been anyway.

"It was just sex Killian, find someone new." She said tired of this conversation. He stiffened at that, attitude changing rapidly and eyes darkening again, though this time not in the good way.

"Perhaps I will." He said, leveling her with an angry look that she didn't entirely understand.

"Good." She meet his gaze for just a moment longer before turning on her heel and walking in the other direction, and this time he didn't stop her. She felt his eyes on her the entire time, until she eventually disappeared behind a corner.

As she walked through the school a strange feeling came over her, something that felt frighteningly close to nostalgia, creeping up her throat. But she shoved it down, pushed it into a box, and told it to go away. It was sex -good sex at that- but as she had said to him, that's all it was. And it was wrong, truly terribly, horribly, wrong. She knew that, she was well aware.

But then why couldn't she stop thinking about him?

This wasn't supposed to get quite so angsty this soon, but apparently I just can't help my self. Hope you guys enjoyed and be sure to let me know what you think!