I've given Mr Gold the name 'Jacob', so I don't have to keep calling him 'Mr Gold'.

Baelfire stood by the window, watching kids outside as they begin to enjoy their holidays. A phone vibrated from behind him. Bae walked over to bed and opened the text. He smiled as he read it.

Bae walked into the garage, and was spotted by Eli.

"Hi," Bae said nervously.

"Hi," Eli replied. He looked across the garage. "Last bay over there."

"Thanks," Bae said, before over. He tapped the leg that was sticking out from under a car. Killian rolled from under the car and saw Baelfire standing there. "Hi," Bae said.

Killian began to sit up, when he banged his head on the bottom of the car. "Ah!" he exclaimed, as he rubbed his head.

"Are you ok?" Bae asked in concern.

"Not cool."

"I got your text," Bae told him.

Killian looked at him and smiled. "I was trying to think of things I could do for your dad, seeing as I feel like he didn't love the closet as much as I did."

"You don't need to do that, Killian."

"I do," Killian told him, before looking at the table to his side. "I got something in the box over there."

Baelfire and his father sat at the table next to the window, playing chess. Bae was distracted, looking out of the window.

"Bae," his father called. He looked at him, as the board was pushed towards him.

"Sorry."

Jacob Gold looked at his son for a moment, as he contemplated his next move, before he continued. "So, I spoke to Dr Fitzgerald, and we set a breakfast for the morning you start. You know, just so you can spend a little extra time with her."

"Ok."

"And the dorm's all arranged?"

"I move in not this Sunday, but next," Bae told his father. Mr Gold gave his son a slight smile, when suddenly a car engine roared in the driveway. Curious as to what was happening, the two stood from the table and went outside.

Jacob Gold stops outside the door, when he saw an unwanted figure under the bonnet of a familiar car. He rushed forward angrily, as Killian stood up. "What are you doing here? Get away from that car!"

"Stop!" Baelfire shouted as he grabbed his father's arm. "Look, it's working."

"It was the old carburetor," Killian told them, as he wiped his hands on a cloth. "It was shot. I had the right one laying around the shop, so I thought you might wanna hear her run again."

David got into the driver's seat and turned on the engine. "That's amazing!" he laughed. "What did you do?"

"It's no big deal," Killian insisted.

"Thank you," Bae said.

Belle laughed. "I never thought I'd hear that sound again."

Jacob turned off the engine. He didn't look happy.

"Look," Killian said. "Bae told me how much this car meant to you. I tried to rack my brain around something I could do, seeing as, you know, we got off on the wrong foot the other night."

"The other night," Mr Gold repeated. "When you emerged from a closet with my son."

"Dad," Bae pleaded. "He did this for us."

"It's a very kind gesture, Killian," Belle said, smiling. "Would you maybe, um, join us for dinner?"

Killian noticed Jacob frown and begin to protest, and interjected quickly, "I wasn't looking for an invite. I should go home and shower."

"You could wash up here," Belle insisted. "I have to get changed."

"I don't wanna intrude."

"No, you wouldn't be intruding, honestly," David told him.

"Dad, please," Bae said.

Mr Gold relented. "Yeah, ok. Sure."

"Great," Belle said.

The Gold family sat around the table, along with Killian and Snow.

"You might not know this, Killian," Jacob said, "but, uh, Bae is following in his father's footsteps, enrolling pre-med in the fall. And since I'm kind of hoping for a specialty in cardiology, I just thought there was no better way to celebrate than with a family heirloom."

"No more gifts, Dad," Bae said in embarrassment, as he was handing a long box. "You've gotten me enough."

"It was your grandfather's. It was mine. It was going to be Archie's, and now it's yours."

Baelfire opened the box, and saw an old stethoscope. He looked at his father. "It's too much. Thank you."

"Well, I think pre-med at Brown deserves it," the Gold patriarch smirked. "Not to mention your internship with Dr Fitzgerald."

Killian looked at Bae. "Internship?" he asked with a tight smile. "You never mentioned that."

"It's not a big deal, that's why," Bae replied.

"It's a very big deal," his father said smugly. "I mean he'll be leaving and spending, I don't know, most of …"

"Um, I had to declare my major too," David interrupted. "It's not as fancy as Bae's, but I had to major in something, so ..." He paused, before he smiled and said, "Communications."

"Communications," Jacob said disapprovingly. "I always wondered what that meant."

"It's the study of how we communicate," Snow defended politely.

Jacob frowned. "Well, you could always change it if it doesn't make sense," he said before turning to his dinner.

After dinner, the family and their guests sat outside on the porch, talking.

"All right, Killian," Mr Gold said. "Your turn."

"Here it comes," David laughed, "the inquisition."

"It's ok," Snow said reassuringly. "If I can pass, you can pass."

Jacob laughed. "David, did she pass? He still doesn't call you his girlfriend." He turned back to Killian. "Ok, Killian, we know your act of generosity with the car wasn't really about anything other than my son, so … I'd love to know a little more about you, other than the fact you can fix an old car. I'm sure that's not your most noteworthy quality."

"It might be," Killian said modestly.

"What are your future plans? Where are you going to college?"

"Um, I'm not going to college."

"Don't feel you need it?"

"No, I'm not saying that," Killian told him. "I took my SATs."

"Well, I mean, I wouldn't let that discourage you," Mr Gold said. "Not everybody tests well."

"I got a 20/90," Killian told him.

"Well done," David said in astonishment.

"That's an amazing score, Killian," Bae said proudly. "You could get into UGA with that score."

Killian smiled. "Maybe. But I like working in my dad's shop. And so does he."

"And there's nothing wrong with that," Jacob said with a forced smile.

"Yeah, I don't need much. Warm bed, clean socks, milk in the fridge. A nice girl to come home to."

Jacob chuckled. "A modern-day romantic, I see." He leant forward in his seat. "I can give you a piece of advice."

"Oh no, Jacob, please," Belle said with a laugh.

He continued anyway. "Speaking as someone who's been married for over two decades. I mean, love is …" He paused for a second as he tried to find the right word, before saying, "Wonderful, but it's not all you need. You also need things like life insurance and PPOs, and unromantic things like mortgages."

"I get that," Killian told him. "I mean, I'm sure I'll have all those one day, but I do think love comes first, you know? At the end of the day, what's more important than that?"

"Oxygen," David interrupted.

"Shut up, David," Snow said.

Killian smiled. "I've seen it first-hand," he continued. "I know what it's like when it's there, and I know what it's like when it's not."

"So you've been in love before," Jacob stated."

"No, no. But my parents were. They met when they were in high school and it made sense. That's what I wanna find. True love. The kind you fight for, that you always put first. That makes you wanna be good and do better." He looked directly at Baelfire. "And not just with any guy. But the guy." Bae smiled at him. "And when I find that, that's all I need."

"Homeless and in love," Mr Gold said sarcastically. "Sounds great.2

Killian looked at him as he picked up his glass. "Maybe I should've said I was going to college," he said, before taking a sip and leaning back in his chair.

"I hope you find that, Killian," Belle smiled honestly.

Killian looked at her. "Thank you. I mean, you and Jacob did."

"Yeah," she said, as her smile fell slightly, before she raised her glass and toasted. "To Love."

At the end of the night, Belle walked Killian down the hallway towards the door.

"I found what you said inspiring," she told him. "And inspiration has been in short supply these days."

"Bae told me you're a writer."

"Oh, I was a writer," Belle said with slight sadness. "I wrote one book, but them, um, life got in the way, so …"

"I've never met an author before," Killian said. "If I got one of your books, would you sign it for me?"

Belle looked at him in surprise. "Um, sure. Thanks," she chuckled with embarrassment, as they reached the front door.

"Thank you," Killian said.

"Well, good night, Killian," Jacob said, as he held out his hand.

"Thank you, sir," he replied as he shook his hand. He turned to Baelfire and hugged. "Good night," he said as he pulled away.

"Good night," Bae replied as Killian walked out the door.

Killian walked down the drive way, with a smile on his face.

Baelfire appeared behind on the balcony. "Killian!" he called. He threw a paper plane towards him. They both laughed as the plane flew slightly at the wrong angle, and Killian had to run to catch it.

He opened the plane. Inside, it read, 'Wait until all the lights are off.'

In the master bedroom, Belle and Jacob were laying in bed.

"He's leaving in two weeks," he scoffed. "What do you think he wants with him?"

"He's falling in love with him," Belle replied with a smile.

Jacob frowned. "Well, he's not ready for that," he insisted.

"Of course, he is," his wife chuckled. "He's 17. It's his time."

"He's never expressed any interests."

"You haven't exactly let him."

"So, what should I do?" Jacob asked sarcastically. "I should just encourage him to fall in love and have his heart broken?"

"Yes, you should," Belle told him. "I think he'd be great at it. I was."

"Don't make this about us," he chided, before he turned and turned the light out.

Belle expression saddened, as she lay in the dark.

Rain was pouring down outside, as all of the lights in the house went out. Killian creeps down the side of the house, soaked head to foot, and through the side door. He snuck through the house, and came to an open door. Inside he saw Bae standing next to a roaring fire. They looked at each other. Killian began to creep into the room, and floor creaked.

"Careful," Bae whispered. Killian continued to creep towards him, as the floor creaked again. "Shh." Killian stopped in front of them, and they gazed at each other intently. Bae ran his hands up and down Killian's arms. "You're shaking," he noted.

"Good shaking," Killian replied.

They moved together and kissed tenderly.

"We don't have to do this," Killian said quietly as they pulled away. "As much as I want to, I can wait."

Bae smiled. "I don't wanna wait," he said honestly. "I wanna feel this with you."

They both smiled as they moved back together. They began to shed each other's clothes, as they fell onto the cushions in front of the fire.

Killian and Baelfire lay together as the sun began to come up. Bae listened to Killian's heart with the new stethoscope.

"Fast," he said.

Killian smiled, before he picked up his phone and began to write a text.

"Who are you texting?" Bae asked. "That's unbelievably rude after what we just did." He phone beeped. Bae picked it up and read the text from Killian. It said, 'What are you doing every day for the rest of the summer?'

They looked at each other. "So …" Killian asked.

Bae suddenly sat up. "Don't you have to be at your dad's shop soon?"

"I should probably go before everybody wakes up," Killian answered. He stood, and began to put his shirt on as a button fell to the floor. He saw Bae pick it up, and held out his hand for it.

"It's mine now," Bae smiled. "Your first present to me."

The two of them walked quietly down the hallway, and Killian saw the wall covered in photographs of a young man he assumed to be Bae's late brother.

"I remember him," he said.

"You do?" Bae asked.

"Yeah. We were in seventh grade when he was a senior. He was good. I remember that."

Bae walked in front of him, and looked at a photo of his brother. "He was good."

Killian looked at him. "What's it like to have lost him?" he asked.

"My dad, he saved us all," Bae replied as they continued down the hall towards the door. "After Archie got cancer, he stopped working to take care of him. We wouldn't have got through it without him. And we're doing so much better, really." They stopped by the door, and Bae looked at Killian. "I'm lucky that way. Some families never heal, and we're doing so well."

Killian looked at him in concern. "It's ok if none of that's true," he assured him.

"But it is," Bae insisted.

"I know," Killian replied. "I'm just saying, it's ok if it's not." He smiled at Bae, before turning and leaving the house.